Dead Moye, South Tao, North Bow, West Jian, Dongqing, four spiritual mountains will be Xiao Buting's hometown Lishan surrounded in the middle, demarcating a territory of 4,000 miles. The four spiritual mountains have grown rapidly, and the 'Peach General Mountain' that was first planted today has grown to 300 miles, showing signs of maturity, and even the 'Lady Mountain', which was planted after the last time, has now grown to a scale of dozens of miles.

The mountain grows so rapidly, and it has the credit of Su Jingyang's fire quenching, but it is mainly the magic of the seeds left by Brother Erming. The King of the Eyes is determined to create the world realm, if a random mountain can grow for ten thousand years, he doesn't have the patience to wait. A box of stones had been blessed by the Blind King's formation as early as the beginning of his collection.

From the carving to the maturity of the mountain, the slow is 800 years, and the fast is Sanjiazi, the length of time is different, but even the slowest is also firmly occupied by the word "fast".

The four Yipin Mountains, the encircled territory is self-contained, and only when the mountains are 'mature', they can separately enclose a small world that is not disturbed by the general environment in this dead and silent world.

It is not enough to have the enclosure of the Spirit Mountain, but also to get the sun. The source of life is light and heat, and the beginning of light and heat is the sun, and there is no vitality without the sun. At this time, Moye at least has the sun in the four thousand miles of small world land surrounded by Sujingzhong Mountain.

A little early sun, but it has gradually revealed its color, and the soft red light on the 'star' is emanating from it, and it is warm in the eyes and heart, so beautiful.

Xiao Jinwu succeeded Yang Saburo and drove the sun to survey the east and west, but it was not patrolling the Great World Realm, but the four thousand miles of small world surrounded by four spiritual mountains.

It's just a little golden crow, a little early sun, if you want to refine a real sun, the whole Moye world is still far away, the simplest: the real sun is hanging high in the sky. Xiao Jinwu or Yang Saburo. can't fly out of the sky at all, so how can you talk about refining the real day.

It's like the situation in Middle-earth where the mountains and the moon are bright, and now Moyer has a sun, but not everywhere, only within a radius of 4,000 miles.

However, although in the sky, this early sun is not real, but it is not fake, in the end, it is still the real golden crow with its own essence and the essence of the sun, and it is real from the inside out. It's just that the scale is too pitiful.

Poor is pitiful. At least for these four thousand miles of heaven and earth, it should be enough. After a few more jiazi, when the mountain grows up, the early sun should be more prosperous, and then it will be a good day for vitality to return here.

The mountains are endless. But quiet. There is no strange sound of rock swelling and rockslides as imagined. There is only a rustling sound, and in real terms, this 'rustling sound' cannot be considered a sound. Because it doesn't ring in the ears at all, even if the gods and Buddhas are able to listen to the ears, they can't catch the slightest sound.

The sound came from the change of qi, and as the mountain grew quietly, the four thousand miles of small domains were quietly isolated from the big world. Only when the mind is through meditation and the sense of emptiness can we perceive the changes that are taking place.

The rustling sound is not something to be heard, it is to be felt by the mind.

Feeling this change, Su Jing's mind was calm.

Soon after meditating, Su Jing began to meditate, continued to practice the tenth realm, and brought his own little primordial god, only his own little primordial god

In the eyes of cultivators, the most precious thing is always the same: time.

However, among the qi refining, contemplation, and visualization enlightenment that every cultivator must do, the most worthless thing is time. A mortal dream, a few hours swaying and leaving no trace, the cultivation of the cultivator is also like a dream, the difference is only in the 'size' of the difference, the cultivation of things, in months, years, Jiazi, profound overhaul into a set, I don't know how many mortals have been reincarnated, time flies too fast and too fast.

In the blink of an eye.

In the past 60 years, there have been seventeen times before and after, and Su Jing has eaten two large handfuls of 'black feathers', and Huanxi'er has entered the country quickly, and 'Xiao Su Jing' has changed from a baby to a little boy.

The growth of the Yuan Shen is far faster than Su Jing expected, in fact, this is not surprising, the two veins of the Du Du, the Enlightenment and the Freedom, and the Vertical and Horizontal Sword Tribulation are all of great help to his practice and cultivation, and the cultivation of his Yuan Shen Realm is extraordinary, if his Yuan Shen is still not happy under such conditions, then it is really hell.

And then the growth of Xiuyuan has skyrocketed, not Su Jing's own cultivation, and the amount of three parts:

The pure true power of yang fire, born inexplicably, circulates the meridians in the body for a week, and falls into the qi orifice after the most lucrative;

The fierce and sharp Heavenly Tribulation Killing Power swims into the body from the underworld, and also circulates the meridians for a week, and is injected into the Tribulation Vein, staying in it forever;

There is also the ink color Yuan Li, which is very similar to the Mo Qin that Su Jing had contacted and fought before, but there is no irritating 'temptation' aura in it, just a simple black force, just like the difference between crystal and real water, the former is crystal clear but becomes impetuous and shallow because of the refraction of light, while adding brilliance, the latter is always quiet and ordinary, ordinary to clean, and thick because of cleanliness. The heavy amount of ink color power is accumulated in the sword vein.

Three 'extra' strengths come from the three small primordial spirits who practice alone. Su Jing is diligent, they increase their strength, and vice versa, their cultivation is smooth, Su Jing is the same as cultivation, Qi Hui.

In addition to practicing, he chatted with his surroundings, this was his only pastime in Moye, and while he was talking and laughing, Su Jing suddenly remembered something that he didn't expect to remember: How old am I?

This question came inexplicably, and all of a sudden, I suddenly remembered it, and then I couldn't figure out how old I was.

The approximate age is that he knows the Tao, and he has practiced the Tao for about 1,700 years, but he can't count how old he is.

This can't blame Su Jing for being confused, he has traveled everywhere he can go, even if the time from all walks of life is not different, it is inevitable to ignore the meticulous time when he is so wandering. Cultivating to the point of forgetting how old he was, this thing made Su Jing feel quite ridiculous.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still gave up after the last moment, and Su Jing smiled at his side: "Let's go back to Middle-earth and count it." ”

It doesn't matter if he forgets, he remembers the old dynasty when he was born, and he can find someone who understands the history of the Han family and knows the Tao as soon as he calculates.

Su Jing calculated the year of the year, the eleventh year of Emperor Jingtai of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The first day of the fifth month, the sixth day of the fifth month.

The Dahong Dynasty unified the eastern land and established the country for 1,680 years. A rare country in history, the dynasty is not declining.

In the middle of summer, the Jingshi place was already hot, and the people all over the city changed into thin and cool clothes. Kyoto is prosperous, the people's livelihood is rich, the long streets and short alleys are full of style, the flowers are full of laughter, and the soft women are more lovely than the flowers.

Today is a little cloudy, but the cloud is not suffocating, the breeze is blowing, and it is rare to be cool. It's in this summer coolness. The monk has entered Beijing.

Very good-looking monk. The eyebrows are elongated. The corners of the eyes are upturned, the gaze is blurred, the skin is fair, and the lips are red. The monk is a man. He is good-looking, but charming. Not more beautiful than the senior brother of Chenxiaosheng back then, but it must be more charming.

The charming monk has a little peculiarity, the incense scar on the top of his head is black.

Cross the city gates. On the long street, the charming monk came all the way to the palace gate.

The laws of the Dahong Dynasty are strict, but the royal family has always adhered to the pro-people training of the ancestral emperor, there is no forbidden area outside the palace gate, and the people in front of the palace can walk through it at will, as long as they do not break into the palace, there is no trouble. The charming monk did not break into the palace, but he stopped in the middle of the road in front of the main palace gate, three feet away from the palace gate.

It doesn't hurt to stand for a while, but after standing for a long time, there are guards guarding the door who come forward to dissuade them, and the wording is polite, saying that there will be chariots entering and leaving the palace from time to time, and it is not appropriate to stay in the middle of the road for a long time, and ask the mage to move.

The charming monk smiled and his eyes crooked: "Let's leave immediately, just stand for three more breaths, one breath, two breaths, three breaths." ”

When the monk's voice outside the palace fell, Emperor Jingtai in the palace was reviewing the fold, and a fold was halfway seen, and suddenly the ink was quickly light, and in the blink of an eye, the fold became a blank paper. The emperor was stunned, and then looked at the other recitals, and the ones that had been approved and those that had not been read were all blank without exception.

Emperor Jingtai is a happy emperor, kind and optimistic by nature, at first glance strange things are shocked but not afraid, and there is indeed nothing to be afraid of, the imperial city has Tianzong masters stationed, come here to pretend to be a ghost only to ask for hardship, so Emperor Jingtai is still in the mood to lift the pen, casually wrote the word 'demon' on a piece of paper.

The writing went smoothly, but the words that were written well also disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And Emperor Jingtai looked up again, and the calligraphy, paintings, and ancient teachings hanging on the four walls of the imperial study all turned into empty blank paper

Outside the palace gate, the guards who listened to the monk's count were very puzzled, they didn't understand what the other party was doing, and they were waiting to catch up with someone in impatience, and suddenly heard a passing scholar 'huh', the scholar looked at the palace gate in surprise.

Following the scholar's gaze, the guards were surprised: the main entrance of the palace, on the gold plaque, turned into a blank, and the handwriting on the plaque disappeared.

The handwriting of the golden plaque in the imperial city was eliminated, and even the seal of the ancestral emperor disappeared, in his duties, the guard only felt a strange buzzing in his head, the golden plaque had an accident, and they were the gatekeepers to blame, but this kind of strange thing, how could mortals think of the reason.

The charming monk still smiled and comforted softly: "Don't worry, not only this plaque, the entire imperial city is silent, it is the immortal law, not your dereliction of duty." ”

When the guard heard this, he immediately drew his sword, but before he could make a shout, there was a sudden burst of shouts in the palace behind him: "The mortals retreat, and the demon monks leave!"

The cheers fell, and the arc rose!

The palace was held hostage by the demon law, and the disciples of Tianzong who were guarding here immediately noticed it and investigated the fluctuation of Lingyuan, and the palace keeper had determined that the monk was responsible.

The disciples of Tianzong who are on duty today and guarding the mortal imperial court are from Nerowu, and they are ranked second to the disciples of the True Inheritance, and they have already entered the realm of the Yuan Shen, and they have the ability and age, and they are the senior brothers of Qiqiao and Bee Qiao.

Qingluo escaped the sword, and the sword arrived, and the blow was like thunder.

The charming monk does not dodge or dodge, and opens his mouth in a smile to make a sucking appearance. Qing Luo, who was attacking with a sword, only felt that an inexplicable strange force was surging, and with the power of his Yuan Shen overhaul, there was no room for resistance, and even the monk with the sword was swallowed by the monk in one bite!

When the person and the sword entered, the monk's mouth rinsed, the Adam's apple rolled, and the twisted long sword spit out to the ground in the clanging sound, but the person was directly eaten by him into the belly.

The next moment, the monk's belly shook slightly, his mouth opened again, and a bloody skeleton was spit out by him.

The flesh is left, the blood is sucked dry, and the bones are forgotten.

The monk felt that there should be rules for cannibalism, and those who spit out bones should spit out their bones, otherwise they would become wild dogs and coyotes.

He is not a monk who eats people and does not spit out bones. (To be continued......)