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Chuangong Cliff is naturally a cliff, two cliffs facing each other are as smooth as mirrors.

In a corner of Ziyun Island, a "reef" that towers into the clouds for some reason was divided into a towering "reef" like a mountain peak shooting into the clouds; looking up at the bow of the boat, it turned out like a sharp sword hanging down, especially solemn and strict.

As the boat gradually drove in, Shisanlang suddenly felt a little cold in his body, and his hair seemed to fluctuate slightly in an electric current, and it seemed like there were millions of fine needles slashing on the skin, and his hair was standing up.

It was a sense of threat, an instinct he developed since childhood.

The head of the Taoist dynasty is by your side. Whoever has the courage to be hostile to the people on this boat, and who has such ability!

A hint of awe flashed in his heart. Shisanlang looked up at the isolated mirror cliff, his eyes suddenly sharp. His body trembled slightly, but his eyes were stuck on the cliff as if it was attracted by a magnet.

There are words on the cliff, and the danger that makes him feel comes from those words!

"The sea of ​​heart is vast, how can a small boat fly over?"

"Only with great paths of Tao can we make immortals apart only when the world is invincible."

The two columns of words and sentences are from top to bottom, with iron hooks and silver strokes, and are scattered across the sky, like two long spears falling in the sky, breaking into the water, and they are actually running through the earth. When they see the two rows of words, Shisanlang's mind is dazed, as if he saw an illusory figure standing tall. His figure is not tall, but it gives people the feeling that he is lying on the sky, free and easy, and arrogant.

The man was moving, and waved his hand to shake the mountains, and the clouds were seen in the blink of an eye; his eyes seemed to look down at the whole world, and there was compassion in his indifference, but there was peace in his pity. He was like a monk, a Taoist, and a secular mortal, but he was never fixed at all.

The wildness of fire, the free and easy wind, the strongness of gold, the gentleness of water, the lingeringness of wood, the heavyness of earth, and the domineeringness of thunder; it seems that all elements in the world are integrated into his every move, and are natural, and the wonderful Dharma is natural. It is beyond the reach of manpower.

The cliff wall disappeared, and Qinghe disappeared for it, and even the people around him disappeared. Sanlang's sea of ​​consciousness was instantly empty, leaving only these two rows of high-spirited handwriting. They were like swords, like mountains and seas, like thunder blew up, and roaring endlessly.

He is already confused, he is already intoxicated, he has only, only...sinks into it!

The quiet water surface is no longer quiet. With the boat as the center, a howling hurricane appears out of thin air, rolling large waves flying in the air. Within a radius of dozens of meters, a funnel of several meters deep was formed. There were some silver fine fish that had no time to escape. The silver light circled around like silk threads, but the boat in the center remained motionless, forming a strange picture of rapid and extremely quiet crossing.

Shisanlang slowly took off the air, his feet gradually escaped from the surface of the ship, and millions of tiny cyclones around his body rotated at a crazy speed, like a hand of thousands of people, lifting him into the air.

His eyes were closed, his face changed and his face changed, and he was sometimes confused, sometimes painful and sometimes thinking; sometimes black and sometimes red, sometimes light and sometimes white, sometimes light and sometimes lightning appeared; at this moment, he had almost any secret. He was as honest and pure as a newborn baby. Everything was undoubtedly exposed.

The power of the world around him continued to gather, and strands of them continued to enter Shisanlang's body from the vortex. His breath was growing, and his magic power also increased. At the same time, his two spiritual roots of wind and thunder were growing; even the faint flames showed their bodies, looking extremely happy.

Except for that star seal.

In the past, whenever there was a major change or when the breath increased significantly, the star seal would appear in the chest, as if it was going to swallow the world, sucking everything around it in big mouths. However, for some reason, the star seal disappeared at all, as if it did not exist at all.

A phantom rose from Shisanlang's feet and gradually turned into a grimace. He looked around with vigilance and horror, roaring repeatedly.

"The spirit of extreme resentment?"

The old man stood quietly at the bow of the boat, and Xiaohong also stood quietly beside him. The wind and waves around him roared, but were blocked by an invisible wall and could not get close to him at all.

"It's interesting."

He looked at the hideous face that was terrifying and demonstrating at him, and smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I will not be bad for him."

The face seemed to understand the old man's words, and let out a long sigh, and his expression gradually calmed down and Hong looked interesting. He couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, isn't a bad thing for resentment? Why do you keep it with me?"

The old man raised his hand and rubbed her head, smiled lovingly and said, "There is absolutely bad things in the world. The key is how you use a resentful spirit to refine the soul, and have a deep relationship with the little guy."

"The resentful spirit also has feelings?" Xiaohong blinked her big eyes, unable to understand grandpa's words.

"How can a spirited thing have no emotions? People, ghosts, demons, and true immortals and saints all have emotions."

The old man sighed and said sarcastically: "The ruthless and ruthless nature is called wood, how can he be a human being?"

Xiaohong seemed to understand but her eyes lit up and said, "Okay, grandpa, please help me catch one and ask her to play with me."

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Uh...hehe, this thing is hard to come by, how can you catch it casually?"

Xiaohong said dissatisfiedly: "Brother has it."

"The little guy goes to more places, so he naturally encounters more things, just opportunities, just opportunities."

The old man couldn't stand it and said vaguely: "It's like you got the magic mosquito crystal today, it was an accident and an opportunity, unpredictable."

"Yes, yes, I have the chance."

Xiaohong was happy and then said worriedly: "But grandpa, you don't let me go out. You always wait here, where can you find opportunities!"

"...Why, when you grow up, grandpa will take you out."

"No, I want to walk by myself and make a fortune in the world, like my brother!"

The old man quickly said, "Uh... I'll talk about this later. Hong'er will take a closer look and see if he can take this opportunity to understand something."

Xiaohong was still a child after all, and her character was difficult to fix, especially the dazzling scene in front of her surprised her, and she quickly turned her attention to Shisanlang. She tilted her head and looked at it. Suddenly, she said with great interest: "I think my brother is so powerful. Grandpa, how long can he last."

The old man looked bitter and thought to himself that grandpa created so many opportunities for you, but it was not for you to appreciate others' experiences. He couldn't bear to blame his granddaughter, so he casually said: "It's really good, grandpa probably will take half an hour."

"It's only half an hour?"

Xiaohong obviously disbelief, and at the same time she was very dissatisfied with her grandfather's attitude. She deliberately put on an old-fashioned attitude and said seriously: "I think this boy can surpass his lord and become the first person in this college!"

"Nothing! How can you joke about your uncle!"

Although he thought his granddaughter looked cute, the old man couldn't help but scold him, and then he didn't know what he remembered. He sighed and said, "Zhuo is known as jealousy, so he is not comparable to ordinary people. If your father still..."

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes were filled with a trace of sadness, and he unconsciously pulled Xiaohong's body.

Xiaohong looked slightly dark, and she snuggled beside the old man and stopped making any more noises.

Unconsciously, time passed slowly and the storm continued, without any sign of keto. C Sun and the other two woke up from their grief one after another. Xiaohong began to become surprised. The light in the old man's eyes suddenly appeared. The love turned solemn.

"What is this... Could it be..."

At this time, from the outside, the center of the vortex is changing. This change is extremely subtle and cannot be noticed by ordinary monks. In those cyclones as small as fingers, there are gradually orange-red, and orange-yellow, but with a hint of bright color, as if clouds are reflected by the rising sun, and the beauty is wearing makeup, gorgeous and mysterious.

Starting from the chest, this situation extends to the surroundings, slowly but constantly continuing, and looks extremely firm. At the same time, Shisanlang's expression changes drastically, his increasingly heroic eyebrows frowned, like two small knives shooting flat on his sideburns; on his face, muscles jump from time to time, lips are firmly pursed together, and teeth are bitten tightly.

He seemed to be suffering, no, it was very painful!

In his body, his magic power was instantly illusory, and sometimes he became an inexplicable thing that could not be distinguished by attributes; the power of the surrounding heaven and earth continued to influx, aggravating the process; the thin spiritual energy was activated by invisible power, swept from all directions, and joined the upheaval.

These are not important yet. What is important is that in his dantian position, there are two balls of light flashing. No, there are three balls of violently jumping light, one light as blue as a cloud, one silver light flashes, and a faint flame. Among them, the blue cloud and the silver light are slowly approaching, slowly contacting, slowly... fusion!

The flame has not been added to the fusion for the time being, as if it is waiting and watching, a little hesitant, a little desire, and a feeling of fear. It sometimes gets closer and sometimes leaves quickly, as if it has human emotions, and is hesitant.

More uneasy than it was Shisanro. His body trembled violently, and the skin on his face seemed to be blown by the wind, showing a rippling shaking. His breath kept rising, and every moment became stronger, as if there was no end.

Which is better, five fingers or one fist, is an easy conclusion; Shisanlang is immersed in his own world and is obviously hesitating. He has forgotten everything around him, and he does not know and cannot think about whether there is external force to use, and how much risk he has to bear.

The only thing he understood was that if this fusion could be successful, he would undergo a transformation, a transformation from the root, from the soul, from the inside to the outside, every flesh, every muscle, and even every molecule!

After only thinking for a second, he chose to continue!

"What a great opportunity!"

"What a great spirit!"

"What a courage!"

The old man was sure that he had read it correctly, and his face was shocked and incredible. He said three times in a row! Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and pointed it at Shisanlang seven times. The seven fingers were like silk and fluffy. He ignored the cyclone storm that crushed everything and shot straight into Shisanlang's body.

After pointing out the seven fingers, the old man did not pause, waved his hand and flicked it lightly, and the invisible diaphragm enveloped everything, bounced back the several divine thoughts that came in an instant.

The rumbling sound echoed in the sky, and hundreds of thousands of purple clouds were cultivating, and only a few could hear it;

"I am here, so I can't peek!"

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