In the underground palace, the bluestone path is winding and rugged, exuding a sense of bleakness and dilapidation.

A broken sword was inserted next to the path, and the aura was ancient and vicissitudes of life. Ouyang Ming banged his finger and a stream of light flew out. The broken sword turned into a wisp of black smoke and slowly drifted away.

Walking along the path, not long after, a small terrace appeared in front of Ouyang Ming. The light flashed below the terrace, and a simple ban was arranged.

Ouyang Ming pondered for a moment, swept his sleeves and countless gravels fell on the terrace.

Just as the gravel touched the terrace, a layer of black air visible to the naked eye flashed away. Blue smoke came out and floated upwards, moving his whole body with one blow. I saw that the places visible to the naked eye on the terrace were full of miasma.

As soon as the thought moved, he pinched his finger with his right hand and roared in his mouth: "Start!" When the sound fell, a palm-sized stream of light flew out, growing in the wind. When he looked closely, it turned out to be an item like a turtle shell. The item was pitch black all over, and there were countless complicated patterns on its back, which looked extremely vicissitudes. It was the ancient dragon shield.

With a "bang!", fog splashed everywhere on the terrace.

Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed and his body moved forward, and rushed into the terrace after the ancient dragon shield.

But as soon as my body approached, a large fog appeared in the sky above the terrace, spreading from the inside to the outside, and the spreading speed was extremely fast. A huge wave of resistance was transmitted from the fog.

"Ban!" Ouyang Ming knew it in his heart, changed direction and continued to move forward.

But no matter which direction he was from, the fog suddenly appeared, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not cross it, like a chasm across the sky.

Ouyang Ming pondered for a moment, and after he let out a breath of turbid air, he stepped a little, turned his left hand into a circle, and his right hand into a square, and the two were in harmony, like the evolution of sentient beings, countless afterimages appeared in front of him. He clicked again, and the speed of clapping his hands suddenly increased, increasing upward with a special rhythm, no longer limited to the real thing, but was graffiti with scribbling hands. Whether it was square or round, curved or straight, it all depends on one thought.

The light in his eyes was at its peak in an instant, "Bang...", and there was a sudden crisp sound between his waist.

As he stepped forward, the ancient dragon shield in front suddenly moved to his feet. The phantom in front of him quickly overlapped, like a vajra angrily Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, and at the same time, his palm flipped outward and rolled out.

Suddenly, the afterimages quickly connected and entangled each other, like a cook who cuts a cow or an antelope hanging its horns, untiing the ban from it.

This method of lifting the ban was obtained by his wonderful hands, but this is also related to Ouyang Ming's formation cultivation. Although the formation and the ban belong to two different branches, they also have the same effect. Moreover, this is just the simplest ban, so Ouyang Ming can easily crack it.

Ouyang Ming did not rush forward, but instead observed the cumbersome lines below the terrace. The lines were as dark as ink, intersecting each other, spreading towards every part of the terrace.

Ouyang Mingxin’s spiritual platform keeps deducing and changing in the spiritual world, and at the same time compares with the formations he has learned.

The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. After a cup of tea, he exhaled the turbid air in his chest and chuckled: "The array plate runes can form a formation, but if combined in another way, it can become a ban. But even so, this method is too mysterious. With my current formation cultivation, it is difficult to figure it out thoroughly."

After remembering all the rune lines on the terrace in my heart, I stood up and walked forward.

Walking through the terrace, a stone door was like forcibly squeezing into Ouyang Ming's eyes.

The stone gate is uneven, even full of sword marks, but most of the sword marks are covered with moss. Drops of crystal clear water droplets roll downward along the traces of sinking into the stone gate and absorbed by the moss. But the most strange thing is the couplets on both sides of the stone gate. Ouyang Ming only glanced at it and felt his eyes blurred.

A woman suddenly appeared in the spiritual world. She was wearing a red dress, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and was as dark as ink, with skin as cream.

When she looked at things, her eyes felt as if she had lost the focal length, adding a little bit of silence and brightness. She raised her jade hand, and a soft brush was stained with ink. The tip of the soft brush was like a ghost and god. She wrote cursive script with one stroke, and the handwriting was extremely bizarre, majestic, and easy to use. Just like the water of the sky hanging upside down at both ends of the stone gate, the shock brought by the water of the sky was indescribable.

This font is not the graceful and elegant nature of an ordinary woman, but rather has a magnificent and righteous spirit.

"If you have evil thoughts in your heart, it is useless to burn incense. If you keep your body upright, why not bow to me when you see me?" Ouyang Ming murmured in his mouth, and a brilliance flashed in his eyes. He pushed the door and entered. In a moment, his eyes were chaotic, full of description, and a illusory mood opened.

When I recovered again, the scene in front of me changed.

The room was antique, the candle was dim and the sandalwood stove where the three of them hugged each other was emitting green smoke.

He looked around, and a strange look appeared in his eyes, and he sighed in his heart, how could I be here? I wasn't it before... Well, where I was before, I seemed to have forgotten something important.

He frowned, and even completely forgot about this idea.

At this moment, the door creaked softly, Wu Hanning had a cold temperament and a charming face. He gently pushed the door in.

"Yangming..." Wu Hanning looked at Ouyang Ming in confusion, with a flush on her charming face, and her slender hands unconsciously tugging at the corner of her clothes, wanting to refuse. Her cheeks were blushing, and she exuded a faint orchid, and her virginity was fragrant and sensual.

He spoke softly: "You must understand my feelings. I don't want anything, I just want to share the joys and sorrows with you." As soon as she finished speaking, she blushed and was pure and gratifying.

Ouyang Mingzhi was full of pride, and Wu Hanning was also bright and charming. He suddenly felt a little moved in his heart and said softly: "This is not good, it's still during the day."

Wu Hanning lowered his head, looked shy, and exhaled, "What's wrong with this? The monk was walking against the sky, not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth. Besides, since you broke into my sedan chair, I was yours." As soon as the voice fell, my beautiful eyes looked at me, and stepped forward, pushing Ouyang Ming down on the bed, unbuttoned the ribbon on his hair, long hair fluttered, and the corners of his mouth were curled up, showing shame, his posture was beautiful and seductive. At the same time, he exhaled gently, blew out the dim candlelight, and the room suddenly became darker.

Ouyang Ming opened his palm and raised his hand to tweak it, feeling a trembling touch.

Suddenly, with a low shout, Ni Yinghong pushed the door open and said, "What are you... what are you doing?" Her eyes showed despair, as if she was heartbroken, she glared at Ouyang Ming resentfully, and said with a bitter smile: "Husband, today, I have made seven dishes, all of you, I have waited for you all day, but you...but are you doing these here, are you worthy of me?"

"No! It's not what you thought!" Ouyang Ming blurted out, quickly pushed Wu Hanning away, and stood up from the bed.

Immediately afterwards, the corners of his mouth twitched. The style seemed to be wrong. Is this too bloody?

He looked at Ni Yinghong's slightly raised belly, and a huge vitality emerged from it, faintly, and a flash of inspiration flashed away.

What is wrong, what is wrong... He kept torturing himself.

This scene is extremely real and can't get rid of it.

Suddenly, an old man appeared in front of him, holding a long sword in his hand, with kind eyes. He did not practice swords, tidy up and loosen up the soil every day, watching the stars descend, and took out some carvings to carve some wood carvings. Some people had birds and beasts, but they were not vivid, only seven or eight minutes apart, but he was meticulous. One day, he held the sword and slashed out with one sword, and all the wood carvings were shattered. The old man's eyes showed a clarity and smiled: "So that's it..."

He was born in a family of royal families and loved them all. When he was angry, he would be buried in a million corpses and blood flowed into a river.

He stood on the city wall flying kites. The breeze was seductive, and the blue sky and white clouds were like the most beautiful scroll. He pulled the string, and the kite was taller. Suddenly, a dagger in his sleeve was cut out and cut through the white thread. The kite broke the string and disappeared in a few moments. He sighed again: "So that's it!"

He was thirty years old and married a beautiful wife, gentle and virtuous.

Every day, they work from sunrise and rest from sunset, their life is plain but they are extremely loving, and they are old and have a son. The son is filial and always steady in their work. There is no longer any concern in their hearts. Under the sunset, their faces are old and their faces are no longer delicate, all of them are full of wrinkles. The two snuggled up to each other and moved forward slowly. The backs were pulled by the setting sun. He sighed slowly and said in a deep voice: "So that's it..."

These scenes flashed before Ouyang Ming's eyes, and a look of silence gradually appeared in his eyes.

It turns out that this is the illusion, which directly points to the guilt and regret of the people's heart. The more you can't hold on to something, the more you want to hold it tightly, the more you desire it, the deeper you fall into it. The illusion is the truth, but the truth is not the illusion. The true meaning of the illusion is not the illusion, but the truth, the guilt and regret.

In the sunset, Ouyang Ming glanced at his wife who had been with him for the rest of his life and sighed slowly: "I still have a lot to do. The burden on my shoulders is too heavy. How can I indulge in this beauty?"

The old woman with wrinkles on her face seemed to feel something, she looked up at him and said, "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, let's go!" He replied softly without regret on his face.

As soon as the sound fell, the wrinkles on the face quickly dissipated, and a magnificent vitality was as smooth as one, conveying from the dantian.

His face showed emotion and his voice was low: "It's not broken at this time, when will it last?"

Before he finished speaking, the sky was torn from far to near, completely turning into nothingness.

Fate, fame, fortune, lingering life, and peace of children are what people desire deep in their hearts, but desires will only fill more and more, and get deeper and deeper. As the saying goes, dissatisfaction with desires is exactly like this, greed, anger, ignorance, love, separation, hatred and obscene everything is floating in front of you. It turns out that this is the case, illusion is not illusion, truth is illusion.

His eyes were bright, and when he opened his eyes again, the light in front of him was dim and the stone door behind him was closed.

And ahead of him, there were six large arrays of fog rolling, and a sense of vicissitudes echoed.

There are not many lines of runes in this formation, but they are extremely concise, and you will be completely lost when you look at it.

As for the further distance, there are nine stone stairs. The top of the stone stairs is filled with fog and cannot be seen clearly.
Chapter completed!