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Volume 3: With a blow of destiny, the king appears. Chapter 7: The legendary emperor has no worries or worries.

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    After the musical consciousness lingering here was absorbed by the Music Emperor Tianjiaolong, the Music Emperor was already at the entrance to the destiny restriction of the dark world, and immediately stepped inside.

    The restriction of fate is obviously not enough to restrain the Music Emperor who breaks out of the way. The Music Emperor comes to a world of ice and snow, freezing!  The feeling here is only extremely cold. The Music Emperor had to concentrate his skills and stay in a fighting state at all times to cope with such an extremely cold world.

    As far as the eye can see, the entire field of view is filled with vast expanses of ice and snow, as well as vast ice fields.  The Music King's consciousness condensed, and a heterogeneous notebook was buried deep in the ice field.  The Music Emperor stretched out his finger, like an indestructible sword, and opened the deep place of the notebook, and took out the notebook from the air.

    Opening the notebook, he wrote: "The desolate snowy land is monotonous and boring. There is no trace of the legendary God of War, the most beautiful God in the world.

    The challenges outside the world are only dazed, and only the dark sky star is occasionally embellished. The essence of peace must never resist the cold at any time to improve the cold and prove that it is not self -contained.

    In the silent world, there are still only snowflakes all day long, and nothing else. No, occasionally there are still violent ice and snow attacks. Wait quietly and move forward. It is getting more and more dangerous. You will die.

    Life and death have reached their limits. Gambling away your own life has come to an abrupt end.  ©¤Legendary Emperor Wen Tanglong"

    The music emperor's hand destroyed it with force, and the notebook was incinerated and dissipated.  He flew across the sky like a thunderous shadow, not controlled by the dark world, like a horse flying across the sky. After passing through the dark world, he came to the dark world and saw four people.

    A person is being petrified by the most beautiful god in the world. The person who is being petrified is so familiar and feels so in the heart of the Music Emperor.  Another man in blue robes was fighting against the number one God of War in the world.

    Every punch and palm of the most beautiful god of war in the world is the ultimate in strength, and the man in blue robe's ultimate move is like turning water into thousands of things. It is the softness that overcomes rigidity. In the ever-changing time, the Music Emperor and the most beautiful god in the world looked at each other. Music  The emperor was instantly petrified and then instantly broken through the petrification.  The Music Emperor didn't know why he automatically released his petrification.

    After carefully looking at the person who was petrified before, and just as he was surprised, the most beautiful god in heaven and earth slowly opened his mouth and said: There are three independent consciousnesses of different eras. One is dead and two are alive. Everyone in the world says that I am the most beautiful god in heaven and earth.  , but I don¡¯t know that I am also the number one warrior in my life.

    The Music Emperor pointed his finger to the sky when he saw the other party.  With one finger on the ground, she is as beautiful as a peerless vixen. She dares not be careless. In the sky and on the earth, I am the only one who can respect the most beautiful god in the world.

    The music emperor recited a song like a sutra, "The Great Way of Sanskrit".  The hands spin around, the music barrier is laid out, and the feet transform into "Broken Martial Arts".

    The Sanskrit sound of the avenue was broken, blocking the slightest moment of time. The great barrier of music was swinging endlessly. The move that broke the martial arts was a duel between the heaven and the earth, and I was the only one in the world.

    The Music Emperor was driven back from the Dark Realm and the Dark Realm.  Some blood was left behind to stain the ice and snow. On the other hand, the most beautiful god in the world was motionless, but could not break the music barrier of the Music Emperor.

    The Music Emperor returned to the back mountain of the Valley of the Kings, where he was originally located in the Valley of the Wind. After adjusting his breathing, he found a hot spring and soaked in it comfortably.  He thought back: "The petrified man just now should be the author of Cosmic War Chronicles, the man in blue robe is the water god, and the other two gods are gods independent of the Pantheon. Some people say that the newborn god is called chaos.  When it was first opened, it was incorrect, but it was useless to know that it was correct, because those two gods only existed in the Great Dark World and the Dark World."

    The Music Emperor fell asleep comfortably, especially after coming out of the freezing cold. Taking a hot spring bath was really one of the best enjoyments in the world.  Until there was a loud and noisy sound from the bottom of the mountain.  After waking up the Music King, he realized that Wang Valley was being attacked by enemies, with a heavy crowd and siege weapons.  The music emperor's heart moved.

    A strong wind blew away most of the enemies. Soon, Wang Gu repelled the invading enemies. The sound of celebration replaced the previous sounds of war. It was still noisy. The music emperor's heart moved again, and the music barrier blocked everything.  The sound makes it easier to sleep.

    The Music Emperor feels tired and tired, especially mentally. At this time, only a deep sleep can liberate him.

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    When the essence of things is clearly understood, that is to say, when things finally manifest themselves as desired, that is the time of death.  Said Wang Feng, who was walking around the galaxy with his hands behind his back.

    Wang Feng, who has also reached the extreme, has never been able to break through the music barrier set by the Music Emperor in the galaxy. He wonders why both the God of Freedom and the Heaven-defying Man can get through. Is his attribute different from that of the Music Emperor?

    Whether his artistic skills and talents are not as high as his, or whether he has no artistic realm, Wang Feng, who is wandering in the Milky Way starry sky, has a state of mind that means he has been reborn.

    The world of Floating Pot Dimension is now so big that he doesn¡¯t even know how big it is. Even if he knows, Wang Feng has no point in visiting every place.??Wang Feng gradually realized the feeling of invincible loneliness, and dangerous events were almost impossible to happen.  Traveling is one of the best things to do to escape life.

    Wang Feng lay on his back on a green grassland in the floating pot space, thinking lightly about who became the peerless King of Freedom?  A lifetime of chicness!  Can't tell who it is at the moment.  The way of heaven is whatever it is, and it is not born out of the world. This should be the author's identity.  As for the romantic figure mentioned at the end of the book, he is probably me, Wang Feng, or the Demon Head or the Music Emperor. When the light of the great god appears, it will be the end. In the long years, life is sometimes passionate, sometimes fulfilling, brilliant and true.  It only lasts for a moment, and the ordinary ones are often the most momentary, dull and meaningless.

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    I like to go to the meeting of the two peaks because the wind is the strongest there. I don¡¯t like to talk because I come from the pass. The pass where the two peaks meet is the hometown of the wind.

    Whenever the moon sets on the earth, I sit alone and listen to the roar of the wind!  They said that I was originally a wolf, lost in the troubled years.  I sing a song called life, but I don¡¯t know what life is. Where is the hometown of the wind?

    In the colorful and brilliant night, the lights in the house are a little dim. We are burning with endless warmth. Although the air is a little desolate, there will be a day. There will be a day. There will be no need to go home alone. There will be a day. There will be such a day.  One day, we don¡¯t have to get lost on the overpass. There will be one day, one day, we will fly to the sky beyond the sky.

    There will be a day, there will be a day, we will have our own space, there will be a day, there will be a day, we will have a better tomorrow, there will be a day, there will be a day, our road will never be the same.  regret.

    The pain is so painful that I will never admit defeat until the end. God has given me this kind of suffering over and over again. There is no way out, no end, no courage, so I will run away from this road. I chase with all my strength. Is it destined to face the mercy of God? I will never admit defeat.  .

    Stop fearing and retreat to the cliff, dry the scars of life. The price of being brave is to let go first. Once love is ruthless, everything becomes fake. Desire to be unrestrained, pain again, touch the long-lost struggle, the price of happiness may only be an instant.  Do you still dare to want it? Failures are so dense that only life is left to trample on. If you can be free from worries, what can God do? Dare to love, hate, and lose. Don't want the end of the world, just want to fall happily.

    Are you afraid of failure? Have you forgotten setbacks? Your heart is waiting for the rain to fall. The struggle has reached your cheeks. Are you afraid of confusion? Is your heart dead? Another step is just a cliff.

    The setting sun bids farewell to the sunset, and the past shines in my heart. Destiny cannot tolerate personal melancholy. Life is doomed to face waves one after another. I cannot break through the literary network, so I have to take you wandering around to see how hard I have to work to repay my debt in this life.  your vision.

    If you can't make good grades, you can only be quietly sad. Even if the readers in the world can't give you fate, it's all the self-absurdity of the last generation. Maybe you shouldn't search stubbornly. The sea will also have boiling yearning. If you are willing to accompany you like crazy  Beside me, I am willing to face the pain of wind and snow again and again - I cannot break the love and have to carry you with me.  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read it.)

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