As soon as Zhang Daoran's mind moved, he appeared in the place where this mysterious aura appeared.

"This is Tushi Palace, the ...... of the Liangyi Palace"

Zhang Daoran arrived outside this hall and immediately hid his figure.

Entering the Liangyi Palace, the mysterious aura just now had disappeared, and the aura fluctuation just now had also disappeared. The hall was quiet, and in the darkness, Mengxi sat cross-legged, and due to the cultivation on his body, the aura absorbed from his body gathered around his body, exuding a hazy colored light.

In the main hall, this colored light is very faint and difficult to see with the naked eye, but the cultivator can still see it at a glance. This is a running exercise, the supply of spiritual energy is sufficient, and the refining speed cannot keep up with the rhythm.

For ordinary cultivators, the aura absorbed echoes the exercises running in the body, and the aura that happens to be absorbed can adapt to the operation of the exercises, so as to absorb and refine. From the outside, when a cultivator cultivates, he is like an ordinary person, and there will be no phenomenon that the aura is absorbed and cannot be refined.

"Master Mengxi, this is a bottleneck......

There are two situations in which the aura absorbed cannot be refined.

First, the level of the exercises is too low, and the refining speed of the aura is too slow.

The second is that when encountering a bottleneck, the aura in the body is sufficient, and it can no longer be refined, so it will converge around the body.

Obviously, Mengxi's current situation is that the cultivation realm has fallen into a bottleneck, causing the aura to gather and exceed the speed of refining. With the saturation of the aura in his body, Mengxi can only continue to polish the aura in his body now to make the aura more pure.

"It seems that the breath just now has not appeared all the time. And that aura fluctuation doesn't happen very often......"

Zhang Daoran looked at Mengxi carefully, at this time, Mengxi's eyes were closed tightly and his breathing was even. The internal exercises are not very fast. Obviously, Mengxi is not cultivating, but contemplating some kind of gain.

The surrounding halls, because of Zhang Daoran's reasons, the changes in heaven and earth are all the evolution of the law, so if you cultivate here, it is easy to understand the law here. Mengxi is contemplating the law and consolidating his cultivation......

Zhang Daoran shook his head and sat cross-legged not far from Mengxi.

Mengxi was full of strangeness, and this strangeness made Zhang Daoran feel a little flustered. This panic stems from the fear of some unknown territory. Since I saw Mengxi for the first time, in addition to feeling some fate and sharing luck, Mengxi is an ordinary person.

Now, luck is still shared, and it's slightly more connected than before.

It's just that once you could see through Mengxi's past and future at a glance, and now Mengxi's past and future are like a mysterious energy covering. Zhang Daoran tried a lot of methods, but it was still difficult to peep.

It is always said that curiosity drives people's desire to explore. Zhang Daoran is like this now, because this feeling makes Zhang Daoran really uncomfortable and wants to explore clearly.

The mind left the body and surrounded Mengxi.

Mengxi's whole person is becoming clearer and clearer in front of him, but under the opening of the Tianyan Eye, Mengxi's life is very clear, but it is only within Mengxi itself, not connected to the outside world. There is a vague, mysterious thread connected to itself.

"What is this silk thread?"

Zhang Daoran was slightly stunned, this silk thread is not a law, not a rule, not a luck thread, or a merit thread. This silk thread contains mysterious aura fluctuations, and it is faint, which makes Zhang Daoran panic, his heart beats faster, and Zhang Daoran inexplicably feels a trace of tension in his heart.

Since the beginning of his cultivation, Zhang Daoran has not known how long, and he does not have this feeling of nervousness and fear in his heart. The heart of the Tao is transparent and natural, the ten thousand laws float outside, and my Tao exists in the heart. In the unknown realm, cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods are just floating dust in Zhang Daoran's eyes, not worth a sigh.

But now...

Thoughts were entangled around Mengxi's body, and it was difficult to attach to this mysterious silk thread, Zhang Daoran explored the origin of the silk thread and where it was connected to his body. This silk thread comes from the Heavenly Spirit of Mengxi, and it is submerged in Zhang Daoran's Heavenly Spirit, however, Zhang Daoran probed all the energy and life numbers in his body...

Nothing!

"What the hell is this?"

The mystery of this silk thread is beyond Zhang Daoran's cognition. In Zhang Daoran's understanding, there has never been such a mysterious energy.

Rubbing his forehead rarely, Zhang Daoran was full of confusion.

"That's not right..."

Zhang Daoran stood up: "Just now, the poor Dao was in the Taoist temple, and I didn't find this mysterious silk thread. As the poor road approached, this mysterious silk thread appeared...... Could it be..."

Zhang Daoran stood up, moved his body, and floated backwards.

Leaving the Liangyi Hall and ten zhang, the silk thread is still there...

Keep floating backwards.

Thirty zhang away from the Liangyi Palace, the silk thread is still there...

Go back again.

Leaving the range of 300 meters from the Liangyi Palace, the silk thread gradually blurred, Zhang Daoran's mind moved, and slowly moved backwards, and when he left the Liangyi Hall 990 meters, the silk thread was broken...... Step back again, and the threads slowly disappear.

"Sure enough..."

The connection of the silk threads is determined by the distance!

A hint of realization appeared on Zhang Daoran's face: "The silk threads are connected, and they are determined according to the distance... I just don't know, is it the same with other people?"

Zhang Daoran had never encountered this phenomenon before.

With his body like electricity, Zhang Daoran came to the courtyard where Zhao Yingying was again.

Hide your body and slowly approach Zhao Yingying...

Zhang Daoran frowned, and the mysterious silk thread did not appear.

Leaving the courtyard where Zhao Yingying was, Zhang Daoran came to the main hall where Zhang Yifang and Tianjizi were. Approaching the two of them, the mysterious silk thread did not appear......

Zhang Daoran didn't give up, and continued to look for the disciples of Huxin Island, including everyone including the Wind and Dust Dao Chief, Hengkong Dao Chief, Zhang Daoran tried it again. Like Mengxi, a mysterious silk thread connected to himself has not been discovered.

Zhang Daoran slowly drifted towards the Liangyi Hall where Mengxi was, and Zhang Daoran was very slow to control the auspicious clouds.

When the body is close to the forehead range of 990 meters of the Liangyi Palace, there are faint silk threads, but they are not connected. Zhang Daoran slowly approached, and Xiangyun approached meter by meter. Just like in slow motion, as Zhang Daoran slowly approached, silk threads appeared from Zhang Daoran's forehead and slowly extended......

When it was close to Mengxi's nine-meter range, the silk threads were connected......

Zhang Daoran thought about it, filtered all the scriptures he had consulted, the laws he had consulted, and the monastic knowledge he knew in his heart, and Zhang Daoran frowned again: "There are no relevant records......

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed through the silk thread of luck. This bright light, even if it is in the realm of Zhang Daoran's cultivation, can only watch the bright light and enter the heavenly spirit along the silk thread.

At that moment, Zhang Daoran's mind sank into his body, wanting to capture this bright light.

The year is like a sea of tides, and it spreads all over the body in an instant.

However, that bright light did not enter the Heavenly Spirit, and only stayed in the Sea of Consciousness for a thousandth of an instant, and then disappeared into the Yuan Shen.

Zhang Daoran was startled, this is a reaction that Zhang Daoran has rarely appeared for a long time, his mind frantically scanned the Yuan Shen, but there was no trace left that could be explored: "Poor Dao is just because Lu Jing Dao has passed away, and he wants to care about her disciple." Now, is this mysterious thing good or bad for Poor Dao?"