: 1811. Then go to the rate palace

Yan Zhaoge looked at the three treasures of Ruyi and the disappearing photo frame, could not help but fall into meditation.
He tried something else, but it didn't work.
Looking around the strange and familiar environment in the room, Yan Zhao sang a singer.
After a long time, Yan Zhao song returned to God, and his mind was slightly moved.
In the mind, the scene changes, as if it were going backwards. The thoughts of Yan Zhaoge left the blue planet and separated from the universe.
The time and space are distorted and colorful.
When the scene once again stabilizes and reproduces the endless void of darkness, Yan Zhaoge feels like a lonely soul floating from the underworld, returning to the sun and returning to his own body.
In addition to the endless void, there are also eyes that Feng Yunyu cares about.
"Zhao Ge?" She looked at Yan Zhao song with some worries.
"Do not worry, nothing." Yan Zhao song first rushed to seal Yunxiao smiled, and then fell back into meditation.
Three treasures of jade fall in his hands, play back and forth.
With the thoughts of Yanzhao's songs in mind, the jewels of the three treasures of purple, white and gold flashed together.
The next moment, the photo frame appeared in his hand.
Appeared on this side and the starry sky of the blue star!
Looking at the photo frame and looking at the face in the photo, Yan Zhao song looked serious.
He can even feel the chill in the back.
"When did you have such a portrait, dressed in eccentricity, and decorated in such a strange way?" Feng Yunyi asked at the side: "It is conducive to preservation."
She looked at Yan Zhao's song and noticed that Yan Zhao's song was slightly dignified. The look was also serious: "Zhao Ge?"
"Nothing..." Yan Zhaoge spit a long breath and looked at himself on the photo, suddenly laughing: "Interesting!"
"I think about what I was doing at the time? It seems that I just got home, throwing myself into the bed, stretching my legs, playing with a mobile phone or something..." Yan Zhao said in his heart: "Then suddenly I lost consciousness... ..."
"When I come back, I am already the spirit of the collection of the Temple of Heaven."
His soul passed through this Fang Hongmeng.
It stands to reason that the body should remain in the original world and remain on the planet.
There is no change in the time node of the return, so it can even be said that the body should still stay in place, in the house where I live.
The man on the planet could not move his body. To be precise, no one found his anomaly.
But now, on the Blue Star, his body in his original world is gone.
It was destroyed when he crossed, and there was no trace left by human evaporation, or...
"...has it been removed?" Yan Zhao song looked down at the photo frame in his hand.
"I can bring this photo frame back with Sanbao Jade, and that means others can do it."
Yan Zhao’s song sewed his eyes:
But there are not many people who can do it.

The great power of nature can be.
But like the Antarctic Changsheng Emperor, you can't do it.
Although he is only one step away from the Tao, he is sufficiently deep in grasping the truth of heaven and earth, but his supernatural power is insufficient and his foundation is thin.
In other words, his may try to jump out of this Fang Hongmeng like the Yanzhao song, but once it jumps out, it will be unbearable and instantly destroyed.
It is as if the mortal ghosts are out, although they can get rid of their own bodies, but the ghosts are not strong enough to travel around the night, and when they move a little, they collapse and dissipate.
The power is strong enough, but there is still a lack of grasping the truth of heaven and earth. People who have not yet prepared for the impact of the road, perhaps the soul is strong enough, but it can not be separated from the soul, can not get out of this shell.
In this case, nature will not work.
Yan Zhao song meditation, Feng Yunqi quietly standing aside.
The color of worry on her face has disappeared, and she has gradually become calm, her eyes are as calm as water, her determination is as iron, and she waits patiently for the decision of Yan Zhaoge.
After a while, Yan Zhao’s eyes regained focus.
He apologized to Feng Yunyi and gently held the palm of Feng Yun's palm.
The woman in front of him smiled and shook his head, quietly waiting for him to speak.
"Let me go to a place." Yan Zhaoge said.
The two joined hands and went on the road together.
Yan Zhao’s head was opened, leading them to rise step by step, as if to go to another place that was
higher
than the endless void outside the domain.
Where the position is difficult to determine, the trace is hard to find, just like a illusory fairy world, wonderful.
Among them, the flowers are densely covered with grass, and the birds and beasts are everywhere.
In the Zhilan Fei Waterfall, there is an ordinary palace.
There is a plaque hanging above the palace door, with three words.
Pass the palace.
This place, Yan Zhaoge is not the first time.
There was a boy at the entrance of the temple, and he was looking at him with some uneasiness.
To be precise, it is to look above him, which seems to cover the canopy of creation.
On the Huagai, the Xuandu sect was suppressed.
The Xuan Du teacher looked at the scene of the palace in front of him, but there was no color of joy on the surface, but it added even bitterness and sighed.
Yan Zhao song walked and walked to a mountain rock beside the palace, raised his hand to lift the mountain rock, and then pressed the Xuan Du sect underneath.
Then, his fingers were written on the rock, leaving the road symbol, and finally turned into a scripture.
The light flashed on the scriptures and finally merged into the mountains and rocks.
The Xuan Du division was pressed under the mountain rock, Yan Zhao song turned and walked back to the front of the palace gate.
The boy’s mouth was opened and opened, but he couldn’t say it.
"All the self-owned Laojun decided." Yan Zhaoge said with a smile: "If Laojun is interested, Xuan Dudao can escape."
The boy smiled bitterly.
Don't look at the Xuan Du division is the Taiqing rumor, Laojun disciple, but Laojun will not let him out, but it is also the number of five or five, between the two...
"Tianzun, this...this is really..." The boy was squatting and his face was stunned.
"You can't solve the seal under me, and you can't control the meaning of Laojun. Since you don't have to be embarrassed, Xuan Dudao can't blame you." Yan Zhao said: "I am here today, except for sending Xuan Dudao’s brother came back and there was another question.

The boy said helplessly: "It is good to know that Tianzun knows that the Grand Master has never seen the guests since he came back. The landlord has always been there, and the ancient Buddhas have all come, but the Grand Master is not closed."
"I understand." Yan Zhaoge bowed: "I don't have to meet Laojun, you can also answer me."
The boy looked at Shanyan over there and nodded helplessly: "Tian Zun asks, the little boy knows everything, and the words are indispensable."
"Tai Qing moral esteem ancestors after the detachment, the remaining treasures, can still be in the palace?" Yan Zhaoge asked.
The boy was a little stunned.
Obviously, he noticed the focus of the Yan Zhao song problem.
Yan Zhaoge asked the treasures of the Taiqing moral celestial beings, not the personal treasures of Taijun.