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Looking at the departure of the sword Sheng, Xiao Yi pondered for a moment and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The three young masters of the Shanhe King's tribe, the taboo figure of the younger generation, are indeed unfathomable. Even after taking action, Xiao Yi was wondering how much he had put in.
Looking back to the past, he had just stepped into this ancient land, his body was weak, and he was even worse than a few years old. In just a few years, he had walked through a path that many people had never walked in their lives, and he competed for the victory.
Break through the ancient road of death.
Perhaps in the eyes of many powerful divisions, and even the Supreme Kings, it is really insignificant, but for Xiao Yi, this is his foundation, step by step, walking through blood and fire, and wandering between life and death.
, What else can you fear? Even if you are a taboo character, the long river of time is irreversible, and thousands of blows are still strong!
Buzz!
At this moment, an unspeakable aura spread from Xiao Yi's body, and the ripples on the Lingquan Pool were rippling. Many spiritual grasses swayed by the pool, as if they had some sense. The grass leaves like jasper were hanging, all
Pointed in the same direction.
At this time, ripples on the Lingquan Pool were rippling, but from outside to inside, Xiao Yi suddenly roared, his voice was like a dragon roar, like a rook of a rook, or like a giant roar, endlessly spread throughout the entire building.
Daofeng.
In the distance, the steps of Dao Sheng's walking suddenly stopped. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed out loud and walked away.
In front of the sword palace.
The swords in the hands of the two heavenly soldiers buzzed, and they pointed at the tip of the sword and recovered independently.
"Someone has created a heart of Tao!"
After a brief loss of mind, the two looked at each other in shock. The so-called heart of Tao and the heart of Tao can only be understood and not expressed in words. The two have entered the Kaitian Realm for many years and have already reached the bottleneck of cultivation. Naturally, they understand that they want to reincarnate and become saints.
, one must condense one's own laws. It is difficult to achieve the Tao talisman and the laws are difficult to arise. Only by concentrating one's mind can one have the qualifications to truly enter the cycle of reincarnation.
The heart of Tao is difficult to forge, and it is even more impossible to rely on. Just rely on opportunities and luck. Even if the two of them practice hard for hundreds of years, they have never touched a trace of threshold. Now someone has built the heart of Tao, right in this sword palace, without thinking, two
People also understand who they are.
The mind of Tao is forged. Only when all the spiritualities of heaven and earth are touched will the strange phenomenon be born.
A slender and tall figure suddenly stopped at the foot of the Dao Peak. Yin Wujiang turned around and looked up at the top of the Dao Peak. His eyes were slightly condensed, and did he build a heart of Tao?
Soon, he chuckled, turned around and stepped, and the water was shining under his feet, as if he could see the mountains and rivers and the mountains were like picturesque, and disappeared in a flash.
...
A full stick of incense passed, and the whistling that covered the entire sword peak slowly stopped.
On the Lingquan Pool, Xiao Yi emitted bright light throughout his body, not a chaotic energy, but a colorless Taoist light, and even a faint fragrance emitted from his body, like a newborn baby, with clear air lingering, and it lasted for a long time.
Scattered.
At this moment, Xiao Yi's eyes closed slightly. At this moment, he felt that the whole world had changed. If looking at this world before was like watching flowers in fog, hazy and blurry, then the fog was cleared away, and the trajectories were in front of him.
It is clearly visible that he can clearly grasp the trajectory of the wind and sense the pulse of the earth. This is a unique state, and all the paths seem to have life.
"It turns out that this is the heart of Tao, which is in harmony with Tao, and the heart is in harmony."
Xiao Yi murmured to himself, opened his eyes, and a soft light flashed away, and the light that covered his whole body disappeared, and there seemed to be no change at all, but Xiao Yi understood that he had just turned away at the moment.
After the veil of Tao, I saw endless magnificence.
If Tao is the sea, then Tao heart is a boat that carries the soul and reaches the other shore. Before, it was a swimming crossing, and the manpower was exhausted, but once it was exhausted, it could only be buried at the bottom of the sea.
The creation of the heart of Tao has not improved its substantial combat power, but for Xiao Yi, as long as he has enough time, he can be reborn like an ancient divine phoenix.
...
When the moon was in the sky, Xiao Yi crossed the Lingquan Pool and walked into the Dao Palace. Under a golden spiritual tree with sun leaves, Dao Sheng and several old men sat around in front of a bonfire and barbecue.
The Saint of Knife sometimes added a few handfuls of spiritual herbs, and the golden beast meat was filled with fragrance and emitted a faint spiritual energy. It was obviously not an ordinary wild beast.
Several old men were drinking a little high, and there were dozens of bluestone jars piled up next to them. They were no longer the blood medicine spring that continued their vitality, but the most intense blood spring circulating among human warriors on the road of heaven.
"The young man came just right, and he drank the spring and had a lot of flesh and blood!"
An old man had white hair and wrinkled face, obviously a little drunk. He picked up a bluestone jar and patted Kaifeng mud and threw it over.
Xiao Yi reached out to catch it, and without hesitation, he poured half a jar directly. The blood fountain with a slight smell of blood came into his stomach, as if it turned into a scorching fire, and his chest was hot. Xiao Yi took a deep breath, and the blood fountain was so strong.
"Happy! Eat meat!"
The old man's eyes were bright and he lifted the animal skin collar roughly, revealing his somewhat shriveled chest, which was shiny and shiny.
Dao Sheng shook his head and chuckled, then tore off a piece of golden and tender beast meat from the bonfire and handed it to Xiao Yi who was approaching.
Several people sat on the ground, and there were several empty jars beside the Saint Saint. His face turned slightly red, obviously he was not suppressed by his cultivation, so he was a little drunk.
"It was a late winter night, and the breath turned into ice. The Bone Clan Warrior was stationed in the Two Realms Gorges, blocking my general's retreat..."
The old man who lifted his chest and clothes flew everywhere, poured a blood fountain, tearing a piece of animal meat, and ate it up so much that he was so anxious that he kept coughing and burst into tears.
But soon he laughed: "I killed five Bone Clan leaders, and thousands of Bone Soldiers were beaten into bone scum! Yun Sheng, let's have another can!"
Only these old men were unscrupulously calling the Saint of the Sword. Some of them even lived for a longer time than the Saint of the Sword. The Saint of the Sword always smiled. He handed over a bluestone jar and stuffed it into the hand of the old man.
The old man could no longer drink it. His hand holding the bluestone jar slowly dropped, and his mind flew, and finally stopped at this moment.
"It's really not calm, it's calm now, it's finally calm!"
The remaining old men stood up, some staggered into the side hall yard, some still grabbed the bluestone jar and left. Only one old woman stayed, pulled the open collar up for the old man, and a little envy appeared in his eyes.
Zhise shook his head and walked away staggeringly.
Looking at the old woman's hunched back, Xiao Yi thought of Mr. Shi. The old man had been sleeping underground for seven years. Shi Yue, who was lying on the stone bed, was his most precious memory in this ancient land.
The Saint of Knife slowly stood up. At this moment, the Saint of Knife was different from the past. It had no sharp edge, but only had a deep look that seemed to be able to swallow everything. He stretched out a hand to smooth out the old man's wide eyes, and a bonfire was ripping up.
, ignite the old man.
In the blazing flames, the old man looked peacefully. The sword saint looked up at the moon and sang ancient songs from behind.
"The sky is about to collapse and the earth is broken, and people will not let down life and death, and if they are alive, they will not let down their relatives, and their souls will not let down..."
The familiar and ancient songs seemed to have traveled through endless time and space. Xiao Yi just realized that what he heard in the lost ancient battlefield should be the ancient sacrificial sound, but the endless years have passed and they are still heard.
"The sky is about to collapse and the earth is broken, and people will not let down life and death, and if they are alive, they will not let down their relatives, and their souls will not let down..."
In the side hall and in the yard, several old singing sounded at this moment, and two majestic and desolate sounds came from the front of the Dao Palace. The sound was serene and resounded over the entire Dao Palace.
Xiao Yi was silent. It was this ancient song that brought him into this bizarre ancient land until he was completely integrated into it and embarked on a long and long path of cultivation. The history of the human race extended here.
In the 108th era, the accumulation of tens of millions of years, the ancient wilderness that was eternal, and even the ancient times when the gods were in the same world, there were too many things that disappeared. In comparison, the five thousand years of later generations were too short.
The ancient songs were over and over again, desolate and sad. In the raging flames, the old man's figure slowly turned into ashes. In Xiao Yi's memory, there was the same flame, and he finally buried Shi Gong.
"The sky is about to collapse and the earth is broken, and people will not let down life and death, and if they are alive, they will not let down their relatives, and their souls will not let down..."
The remaining half of the blood fountain in his hand was sprinkled in front of the old man, and Xiao Yi's voice gradually merged into it.
...
The next day, when the dawn came to the Dao Palace again, the old people swept the palace as before, without seeing any joy or sorrow or joy.
On the stone bed in the side hall, Xiao Yi opened his eyes and was a little dizzy. Looking at the dozens of empty stone jars piled around the stone bed, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He really indulged in the last night, letting his thoughts and souls be intoxicated.
Unconscious.
Walking out of the side hall, the sun rises, the morning glow is bright, and thousands of strands are falling down. The dewdrops on the spiritual trees are dotted, crystal clear, and the glow light pushes away the spiritual mist and gently caresses on the body. Xiao Yi's whole body shakes and dissipates everything.
Blood qi, spiritual thoughts become clear again.
He looked forward, and the Saint of Knife leaned under the sun spirit tree, still holding a bluestone jar in his hand, and occasionally drank it, looking at him and smiling from afar.
"Senior Brother." He walked over and came closer, and wanted to speak but stopped.
"It's okay." The Saint Saint waved his hand and sprinkled the remaining blood spring in his hand around, saying, "I have heard of the Saint of Heavenly Sword, but unfortunately, I have never been able to see it."
Xiao Yi turned around and left, stopped in front of the sword palace, and did not look back, and was silent for a moment.
"Thanks!"
His tone was sonorous and very firm, and then he crossed the palace gate and strode away.
Under the sun spirit tree, the sword saint burst into laughter, but then he curled his smile, and a hint of relief appeared deep in his pupils. (Please subscribe, please vote for monthly votes! If there is no monthly vote, please vote for the emperor vote. Monday is here again, this
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