"Poof......

The twin swords pierced into the heart, and the sound was clearly audible. Zhang Daoran felt that the earth soul and the human soul were shaken, and he almost dissipated. The human soul, which was originally condensed like an entity, was blurry and almost invisible at this time. The originally vague earth soul was left with only a phantory outline.

The aura flowing through the meridians all over the body was reduced by half, and the dense aura in the dantian was only a ball the size of a thumb.

Zhang Daoran's figure flickered, and he sat on the ground, a mouthful of black blood spurting out of his mouth.

Suddenly, a voice like Huang Zhong Da Lu sounded in his mind: "Yin and Yang double-strand sword, one sword cuts the delusion, and the other sword cuts the mortal root." Red dust is unpredictable, and immortality can also be found. The heart of the Tao needs to be tough, and the avenue can be heard. ”

The voice disappeared, and Zhang Daoran opened his eyes, revealing a trace of confusion. Hurriedly inspected the body, the heart was fine, and the soul of the earth in the sea of knowledge was left, and only the outline was left as a phantom. The dantian's thumb-sized aura mass is only more refined.

And the two purple and red swords disappeared without a trace......

"Fellow Daoist!"

"Zhang Zhenren!"

Hengkong and Zhuoer father and son entered the valley and came to Zhang Daoran's side. Hengkong's face was confused: "What happened just now, Daoyou seems to be very nervous?"

Zhang Daoran's face was full of surprise, and he looked at Hengkong and Zhuoer father and son seriously, and was slightly silent: "It's nothing ......"

The purple and red swords just now are clearly visible and incomparably real. And in the valley, because of the appearance of these two sharp blades, the light was so bright that these people turned a blind eye......

Obviously, just now it was a crisis, and it was also a chance.

Hengkong's face was full of doubts, and Zhuo'er father and son also looked at each other. Zhang Daoran's push pushed their father and son into the air, flying out of more than ten meters and falling to the ground. If it weren't for the sheepskin on his body and the thick cotton clothes, he would definitely be bruised. Rao was like this, fell to the ground, and was also hurt in several places.

And Hengkong, almost subconsciously, left the valley. As soon as he turned around, he saw Zhang Daoran sitting in the valley, spitting blood from his mouth.

Puzzled, he looked at the valley for a week, and as before, it was dark, and the purple-red rocks emitted a trace of gas. Standing up, under the confused eyes of everyone, Zhang Daoran walked out of the valley: "Go back..."

The human soul was injured, the dantian was damaged, and Zhang Daoran's voice was a little weak.

Several people glanced at each other and walked out of the valley. Zhuoer and his son rode on horseback and left first, while Hengkong stayed: "Fellow Daoist, what happened just now?"

Zhang Daoran shook his head, Zhang Daoran couldn't tell the scene just now. can only say: "It was very dangerous just now, and the poor Dao was seriously injured. ”

Catch a packet!

Heng Hollow's eyes widened with palpitations: "This is the battlefield of the ancient gods, is it possible that there are still relics of the ancient gods?"

Zhang Daoran shook his head again: "The poor road is not clear, when the realm is not here, you can't come again..."

Zhang Daoran's heart palpitated, the two purple and red double swords stabbed just now, Zhang Daoran felt a deep powerlessness. Unstoppable, entering the body, the trace is untraceable, it must have been left in the body, I don't know if it's good or bad.

"It's just that the poor Dao sees that the Taoist friends are more elegant, and there is an illusion that they are about to fly away..."

Hengkong was even more puzzled, Zhang Daoran was a little weak except for his voice, and there was no trace of injury in the whole person. Compared with before, Zhang Daoran looks more dusty, fluttering around him, and it is difficult to reach out.

"The crisis is accompanied by chance, and the poor road was injured just now, and he realized something..."

Zhang Daoran walked slowly towards the tent of Zhuoer's house, with a wry smile in his heart, the purple and red swords, the traces are difficult to find, like a thorn floating in his heart, which makes Zhang Daoran a little jealous.

Those few proverbs are easy to understand, but Zhang Daoran seems to have felt something, and he feels that the feeling is about to be grasped in his hand, but it slips away from his fingers.

"If I don't understand the proverb just now, I'm afraid that the crisis of the two swords in the body will be difficult to remove. ”

Zhang Daoran had this hunch, these two swords, if he cultivated correctly, would automatically disappear. If the path of monasticism is wrong, these two swords will still appear.

"I don't know if this speculation is true. ”

Walking on the vast grassland, Zhang Daoran listened to the sound of the wind around him, and the cries of cattle and sheep in the distance came, and his heart became inexplicably ethereal.

And Hengkong was already wondering what happened to Zhang Daoran, and he must have encountered unimaginable danger. Otherwise, Zhang Daoran would not vomit blood. But Zhang Daoran had no traces of injury, ethereal, and seemed to have improved his realm. At this moment, Zhang Daoran, who was beside Hengkong, left his feet off the ground, floating in the air for more than half a meter, and walked out step by step, as if he was stepping on a substantial road.

Hengkong was startled, at this moment Zhang Daoran was more like an immortal who was about to soar. One step away, but it is separated by immortals. Hengkong was behind Zhang Daoran, following the traces of Zhang Daoran's walking, walking out step by step with his feet, but he stepped on the grass firmly, and there was a clear sound of footsteps.

"Crises come with chance, and if that's the case, Poor Dao also hopes to encounter a crisis..."

Zhang Daoran is obviously enlightened, this kind of walking in the void is a kind of unconscious action that Zhang Daoran may not know himself, immersed in enlightenment. There was some envy in Hengkong's eyes: "The gap between the realm of Poor Dao and Zhang Daoyou is getting bigger and bigger. ”

And Zhang Daoran entered the ethereal artistic conception, and the surrounding aura was refined into the body. The deficit dantian slowly recovered, and the souls of man and earth slowly became clear.

I don't know how long it took, the dantian returned to its original state, and even improved somewhat. The human soul is more condensed, and it is clearer than before it was injured. The earth soul was originally just a vague shadow, but now it can be recognized as a facial feature......

When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing on the top of a hill on the edge of the prairie, where the Drow family was grazing. At the foot of the mountain, Hengkong sat cross-legged and looked at the top of the mountain from time to time.

At this time, the sun is about to set, leaving behind a half-round red sun, reflecting brilliant colors. Zhang Daoran's face moved: "Last night, the poor Dao just had a feeling of empty mind, could it be that he was enlightening last night?"

"Fellow Daoist..."

A few steps down to the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. Zhang Daoran clearly sensed that his shrinkage was more convenient than before, and he stepped out in one step, nearly doubling the distance before, almost reaching three hundred meters.

Coming to the foot of the mountain, Hengkong stood up: "Daoist friends have finally realized the Tao..."

Hengkong had surprise in his eyes, with a hint of envy: "Poor Dao doesn't know if he can use this kind of enlightenment opportunity in this life." ”

"Opportunity is hard to find, last night's crisis made Poor Dao have some understanding, and unconsciously, entered a state. It was the poor road that only felt in a trance for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, a day had passed, but the poor road had not gained anything. ”

There was no sadness or joy on Zhang Daoran's face, from last night to today, that kind of empty state made Zhang Daoran recover his previous strength, and even improved, but he didn't feel that he understood anything, or gained anything.

"Last night??" Hengkong smiled bitterly: "Daoist friends wandered aimlessly at first, came to the top of this mountain, and stood on the top of the mountain, it has been eighteen days......

"Eighteen days?"

Just a moment, I opened my eyes again, and eighteen days passed?

Zhang Daoran's face was no longer calm, and there was a trace of fluctuation.

"One day in the mountains, a thousand years in the world. The poor path is only now realized, and the path of cultivation is the accumulation of time... Let's go..."Zhang Daoran walked towards the tent: "Go and say goodbye to the Zhuoer family, poor Dao and Taoist friends, follow the guidance of the cave arrow, see if you can get the opportunity......"