Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

For Zhang Daoran, in half a year, Huo Tong Dongtian's Heavenly Dao was almost completed.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Zhang Daoran looked up at the sky, his face was a little complicated: "I see... I see..."

"This day is immutable, and it will change ten thousand laws..."

Zhang Daoran retracted his gaze: "Everything comes from the law, and everything comes to the law." If you can't transcend the Fa, you can only incarnate and merge into the Fa... This is the ultimate destination for a practitioner?"

The pioneer of Huotong Cave Heaven has incarnated the Heavenly Dao of this world. Lost consciousness, turned into thousands of laws, and kept the world running.

Zhang Daoran didn't know if the choice of the founder of Huotong Cave Heaven was correct, and Zhang Daoran was also a little confused at this time: "This is your Dao, yes, the Heavenly Dao that incarnates this world is the ultimate destination of your cultivation." The Tao of the poor Tao is the Tao of the self, and the poor Tao is the Tao, and all the laws are integrated into me, not me into the law..."

Stretching out his hand, a transparent shape, like a potted treasure, suddenly appeared in Zhang Daoran's hand.

"A peerless name... Peerless Creation Basin... Creation and creation, killing as creation, is always an evil way..."

Zhang Daoran looked at the basin in his hand and shook his head slightly: "Although this treasure is good, its power is always self-contained and will not progress." The most important magic weapon on the path of cultivation is to cultivate oneself to the realm..."

This strange treasure is the waterhole behind the woodcutter Ah Heng's house. This is a space treasure, and there was originally a wisp of remnant soul, but unfortunately, Bai Yiyuan strayed into the space and stole the spirit fruit inside, causing this wisp of primordial spirit to collapse in the end...

"A drink and a peck, its own providence..."

The owner of this wisp of remnant soul is the Lord of Huotong Cave Heaven, and before he incarnated into the Heavenly Dao, he wanted to leave a piece of life. This wisp of primordial god originally had a chance to transform into shape, but unfortunately, under the law, this wisp of primordial spirit has never been able to transcend...

And this strange treasure, the main material is the bones of Bai Yiyuan's parents...

This drink is pecked, and the heavenly principle is circulating.

"When Bai Yiyuan refines the horizontal bones and sheds his fur, this strange treasure will eventually be handed over to him..."

Zhang Daoran put away the treasure and sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

"It's a pity that the poor Dao himself doesn't know, what kind of cultivation realm is the poor Dao at this time?"

The more he cultivated, the more confused Zhang Daoran became. The realm behind is vague, and there is no introduction at all. Since opening the world and creating the universe, Zhang Daoran's own realm is said to have surpassed ordinary immortals.

But so far, Zhang Daoran's aura is still only at the level of creating the universe.

"Cultivation is still improving, which means that it is not that there is nothing to cultivate. The inheritance of the "Huang Ting Jing", now the poor Dao has only comprehended one-third, and it will take countless years to accumulate in the future..."

Zhang Daoran frowned slightly, "Huang Ting Jing" melted into his memory, and now he no longer needs faith to unlock Taoist magic powers or exercises, so who set the rules at the beginning, requiring faith to open "Huang Ting Jing"?

At the top of the mountain, Zhang Daoran was still thinking hard about the many problems he had encountered.

At the foot of the mountain, many cultivators in Hewan Village began to gather here.

As a sign of respect, they gathered away their swords and came on foot, ten miles away.

"This layman..."

A monk stopped a villager from Hewan Village: "Where is that great psychic person preaching?"

What immortal cultivator does not fall into the red dust?

Now these immortal cultivators, haven't they all entered the village one by one?

The rules have been broken, and naturally more people are crossing the line. Some people have unnatural faces, while others have indifferent faces.

The villagers of Hewan Village were all villagers who had stayed, and when they saw the immortal cultivators, they instinctively felt fear, and as soon as their knees were weak, they wanted to kneel.

"This layman..."

An old Taoist helped the villager: "The senior masters are here, this is a holy place for cultivation, how can you bow down to me?"

It's really this master, who behaves strangely, doesn't play cards according to common sense, and lets them have some rules, if they stick to it, they are bound to lose their faith.

All the people in the world no longer believe in you, which is the end of the path.

"In... There..."

This villager knew in his heart that the reason why these cultivators did not dare to be presumptuous was because of that master. At this time, although there was still some fear in my heart, I was no longer afraid.

As soon as they pointed to the low mountain peaks in the distance, only ten miles away, the villagers saw these cultivators and hurried towards them with great speed.

"That immortal elder is really peerless..."

The villager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "If it weren't for this immortal chief, how could these immortal cultivators enter the village and still be so kind?

Thinking about the beginning, the immortal chief faced the cultivators of the world, his expression was indifferent, and his every move was very elegant. With a wave of his sleeves, countless cultivators disappeared...

"Peerless..."

The villager shook his head: "This is the immortal cultivator!"

I thought that the master said: "Virtue is immortal..."

Virtuous, virtuous...

I hope these immortal cultivators can be as virtuous as that master.

......

"Yiyuan, sit down..."

At the top of the mountain, Zhang Daoran reprimanded in a low voice: "Be disciplined, there are benefits for you..."

Bai Yiyuan sat down, scratched his ears and cheeks, and still sat on the futon forcibly.

"That's right..."

Zhang Daoran smiled slightly: "The time for the preach agreed by the poor road has arrived, and if you come, you will have a fate, and if you don't come, you will have no fate......"

"Anyway, the poor way of preaching is an endless creation, you can hear it if you have a fate, you can't hear it if you don't have a chance, and the poor way doesn't force you to wait for ......."

At the beginning, Zhang Daoran had already set the time, and now half a year has just arrived.

After half a year's appointment, Zhang Daoran learned about the world, and naturally knew that some people would come, and some people would not...

Whether to come or not to come, it has nothing to do with Zhang Daoran: "Poor Dao preached for three months, let Er and others know the way of heaven, which can be regarded as the return of coming to this Huotong Cave Heaven and comprehending the Heavenly Law of Huotong Cave... Cause and effect are eliminated, and from now on, you can be at ease, and the poor road can also leave..."

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan's eyebrows danced, scratched his ears and cheeks, and screamed indiscriminately.

It can't speak, but it can understand Zhang Daoran's words.

Zhang Daoran saw that it was so anxious, and said comfortingly: "If Poor Dao leaves, he will naturally take you with him..."

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan was more honest, sat on the futon obediently, learned from Zhang Daoran, stretched out his hand to grab his cheek, and forcibly took it back. The soles of his feet moved, and he took them back...

"Hehe..."

Zhang Daoran smiled softly: "It's done, the poor road has started..."

"In front of the Emperor of the Purple Xiaxu Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the Jade Chenjun of the Taishang Avenue. Idle Ju Zhu made seven words, scattered into five shapes and became ten thousand gods. It is an inner chapter for Huang Ting, and the heart of the piano is a three-fold dancing fairy. The nine qi is reflected in the sky, and the boy of the god covers the purple smoke. It is said that the jade book can be intensively studied, and the song of ten thousand rises for three days. Thousands of disasters are used to eliminate all diseases, not to be afraid of the ferocity of tigers and wolves, and to ......extend old age forever."

A sentence of scripture came out of Zhang Daoran's mouth, the voice was not loud, but it could spread all over a radius of ten miles...

At the foot of the mountain, a group of dozens of people were climbing the mountain, and suddenly their expressions changed, and they felt incredible: "That master has already begun to preach... A superior person is a superior person, and before I arrived, I began to preach... I wonder how many people have already arrived first?"

"Silence..."

Suddenly, an old Taoist waved his hand: "Listen carefully..."

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