In the sound of the piano, Ye Futian's mental power merged into the falling snow and into the Tianshan Mountains, as if his mental power was everywhere.

At this moment, Ye Futian had a wonderful feeling, as if he had a clearer perception of everything between heaven and earth. He stopped his movements and did not play the piano music again.

Close his eyes, he felt this artistic conception and the feeling of spiritual power being integrated into the world. When the thoughts move, the spiritual energy between the surrounding heaven and earth resonates with the spiritual power, and becomes natural, as if his spiritual thoughts are originally part of the world.

"Heavenly position."

Ye Futian opened his eyes and showed a smile on his face. While playing the piano music, his mental power naturally broke through the constraints of the realm and entered the level of heaven. Everything seemed to be natural, without deliberately practicing and rushing to the realm.

The world of practice also calls the heavenly position a unity between man and heaven, with clear thoughts and oneness of heaven and man. This is a person who practices both martial arts and martial arts. A master can also help martial arts to break the realm.

Thinking of Ye Futian's temporary stop playing, since he had reached this point, he naturally had to work hard to fully move his strength to the level of heaven.

He began to practice boxing, and his every move was magnificent. As the boxing techniques opened and closed, the surrounding space was shaken, and the snowflakes were shattered. Soon, an invisible aura formed around Ye Futian's body.

In the snow all over the sky, there were occasionally sounds of ape roaring dragons on Ye Futian's body. His fist was like a dragon, his strength was like a ape, and his body was like a roll. His body was filled with an emperor's temperament, just like a young emperor. When he practiced martial arts and boxing, he usually induces the practice of Emperor's skills and tempered himself.

Gradually, he was immersed in it, and the power of each punch became stronger. The invisible aura resonated with the surrounding heaven and earth. An invisible light curtain appeared faintly. The space where he was turned into a vacuum, and snowflakes were flying outside this space.

Finally, with the sound of a dragon roar, Ye Futian punched out, the space shaking, a terrifying ape shadow appeared, and a golden roll spread its wings to transform. This casual punch seemed to penetrate the void, blasting into the distance, and the void was shaking wherever it passed.

Ye Futian closed his fist and took a deep breath. A powerful aura flowed on his body. The spiritual energy of various attributes in the world seemed to flow around his body, turning into a dazzling light curtain, flowing on his body like water waves, and then gradually dissipating.

"Hu..." Ye Futian exhaled a breath of turbid air, and both of them entered the heavenly throne, both of them were masters and martial arts realms.

Practicing piano music on Tianshan Mountain, his mental power has returned to its peak without realizing it. Now he has even broken through the realm, which is really amazing.

He looked down at the rest of his life. This guy didn't know when he would wake up. The artistic conception on Tianshan Mountain is very suitable for understanding and practicing, and fitting into the world. Especially when he played the piano music, the entire top of Tianshan Mountain was covered with endless spiritual energy.

My body sat next to Yu Sheng again, in the snow, the soul of the piano appeared, and the sound of the piano sound was played on the Tianshan Mountains again.

The wonderful feeling appeared again, as if it had become clearer because of the breakthrough of the realm. He felt that his spiritual will fit into the endless spiritual energy with the sound of the piano, merged into the endless spiritual energy that was hanging down, and turned into one with it. His spiritual will seemed to be everywhere, falling down with the snowflakes.

Under the top of the mountain, the Buddha's son was still insisting on stepping. His eyes were half Buddha and half evil, as if he was struggling. He could not hear the sound of the piano. Every step was extremely difficult, but he was still continuing.

At this time, the Buddha's son frowned slightly, and a dazzling Buddha light flashed in his eyes, as if he had opened his eyes. He saw the spiritual energy flying down the sky. On the top of the Tianshan Mountains, the snowflakes hanging down seemed to be transformed by endless spiritual energy, and even he felt an invisible spiritual power.

"Who?" The Buddha spitted out a sound.

There was a silence in the void, and there was no sound. The Buddha's eyes flashed. Could it be that the mountaineering road was so tired that he had an illusion?

At this moment, the spiritual energy above his head gathered wildly, and the endless ice and snow instantly condensed into one, turning into an iceberg. The expression of the Buddha's son suddenly changed. The next moment, he heard a rumbling sound. The iceberg descended with infinite pressure and headed straight for his body. When he climbed the mountain, he seemed to be carrying the pressure of the Tianshan Mountains. Now another powerful pressure is coming. You can imagine what kind of pressure he is under.

He shouted loudly, spit out the Sanskrit sound from his mouth, and the swastika appeared, and the Buddha's light was shining, as if it was about to interweave into a spell, but at this moment, an invisible artistic conception came, and all the spiritual energy in the world seemed to be still, floating little by little, and the spell could not condense and form.

"How could this happen?" The Buddha's eyes showed a strange look. His Dharma eyes saw that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, flowing slowly, drooping towards the Tianshan Mountains, and was not controlled by his mental power. The terrifying iceberg had already arrived. He shouted angrily, and his physical strength exploded, and the Buddha's light shone brightly. He raised his hand to blast out a powerful Buddhist Dharma Seal.

"Bang!"

The Buddha's body was suppressed directly, rolled down the mountain road, groaned and vomited a mouthful of blood.

His face looked extremely ugly. Who was dealing with him?

Only three people walked in front of him before, Ye Futian, Yu Sheng and Hua Qingqing, who were they?

If it were them, why could they borrow the spiritual energy of Tianshan?

Just as he was thinking, the ice storm swept out towards him. He shivered, stood up and ran quickly down the mountain road. He didn't even know who his opponent was. In this environment, he had no chance of winning in the battle and could only escape.

However, as he ran, the snowflakes floating around his body seemed to move, and the wind whistled and swept towards his body. In the void, extremely sharp golden blades came to assassinate him, which was his life.

The Buddha's son suddenly jumped and walked in the air, but he did not go up, but ran backwards towards the foot of the mountain at an extremely fast speed.

The pressure on Tianshan Mountain is from top to bottom, so when he escapes downward, the speed will not only not be affected, but may even be faster.

The sharp blade came as the Buddha stepped forward, and the Buddha's legs stomped into the sky, turning into huge golden footprints. With a loud bang, the sharp blade exploded and the footprints were broken. The Buddha's son continued to run wildly with the help of the momentum. He gradually felt that the snowflakes around him returned to normal, and then stopped.

The Buddha turned around and stared at the sky above the Tianshan Mountains. His face looked extremely ugly. Who was attacking him?

Just when he was angry, the spiritual energy around him moved again. His face suddenly changed, and he turned around and turned into a golden light and headed towards the mountain without stopping.

On the Tianshan Mountain, Ye Futian, who was playing the piano music, had a little coldness on his face. Naturally, he was attacking the Buddhist son, but he was just using the power of the piano music to control the spiritual energy of the Tianshan Mountain.

However, his perception did not spread throughout the Tianshan Mountain, but was blending little by little. He vaguely felt that with the help of the piano music, he could communicate the remaining meaning of the two emperors on the Tianshan Mountain and control the entire Tianshan Mountain.

As time passed by little by little, more and more people were going up and down the Tianshan Mountains, and Ye Futian's perception range became stronger and stronger. Gradually, he could see the Dharma bell clearly in his perception. The invisible golden bell covered the entire Tianshan Mountains, as if they were integrated with the Tianshan Mountains and suppressed them.

Similarly, Ye Futian also sensed the terrifying evil spirit, and he saw the demon bird.

The huge phantom of the demon bird occupies the entire Tianshan Mountain, from bottom to top, just facing the Dharma Bell, giving Ye Futian the feeling of a huge figure of a demon bird as big as the Tianshan Mountain, located in the Tianshan Mountains, buried by the Tianshan Mountains, suppressed by the Dharma Bell.

Ye Futian naturally understood that this was not a real demon bird, but also the will of the demon bird after his death and integrated into the Tianshan Mountains.

What shocked Ye Futian even more was that the huge phantom of the demon bird was close to the top of the mountain, at his feet.

"Eagle."

When Ye Futian sensed the mystery of Tianshan Mountain, he saw the eagle, just under the head of the demon bird, with a terrible evil spirit surrounding it, as if it was about to completely fall and turn into a demon bird.

He saw a narrow passage through the top of Tianshan Mountain to the Tianshan Mountain. The Black Wind Eagle seemed to have entered the Tianshan Mountain from there, and it was now covered with snowflakes.

An invisible storm directly penetrated the passage, and the drooping spiritual energy led into it. Ye Futian's will directly penetrated the Tianshan Mountains, and an extremely terrifying evil intention appeared in Ye Futian's perception. The more inwards, the stronger the evil thought.

Finally, Ye Futian's will descended in front of the demon bird. At this moment, Ye Futian felt that evil thoughts were overwhelming and wanted to swallow his spiritual will.

"Xiao Diao." Ye Futian shouted, endless evil spirits enveloped the Black Wind Diao, and it gave birth to a pair of extremely terrifying demon wings, as if it was about to transform into a demonic penis.

Turning back, the Black Wind Eagle's eyes were extremely strange, not like the Black Wind Eagle's eyes at all. The cold and ruthless evil eyes stared ahead, and it seemed that it could sense Ye Futian's existence.

"Boom." A terrifying dark airflow swept out directly ahead, drowning everything, instantly swallowing Ye Futian's coming spiritual will.

On Tianshan Mountain, Ye Futian, who was playing the piano music, groaned, his face pale, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly and was interrupted.

Ye Futian stood up and saw him lifting his footsteps and walking to a place on the top of the Tianshan Mountains. He shattered the snow with his footsteps. The passage appeared. Ye Futian stood above the passage and looked inside. The soul of the piano appeared. The sound of the piano sounded again, resonating with the heaven and earth, and inducing the meaning of the Tianshan Mountains into himself. The endless spiritual energy drooped down and headed towards the passage. Then Ye Futian stepped forward and his body fell down towards the passage.
Chapter completed!