A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the soul world, Changsheng is also tormented by heart barriers, but his strength and toughness are stronger than An Susu, and he can still persevere.

While he was resting, Long Qiu carefully checked his Yuan Shen and said worriedly: "You are almost at your critical point, don't be reckless." ”

"Auntie, I'm fine, I know what to do. ”

"Oh well. ”

Changsheng didn't say anything more, and once again fell into silence, thinking about Thor.

It's still that Hongmeng, it's still countless purple thunder, and it's still that faint figure. After numerous confrontations, he was able to hold out for a while.

Unreal, illusory, misty.

He looked at the figure in front of him, and the coercion that destroyed his soul all the time, and was a little stunned for a while.

After a few moments, he suddenly spoke, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or to his illusory mother.

"I know you've always disliked me. ”

"Ever since I was sensible, oh, in fact, we have been sensible for a long time, and we have probably had basic cognitive abilities soon after birth. I still remember that at that time, you were no different from us, you often hugged me, and you often hugged Jiuru.

But when I'm older, I don't see you very often.

I met occasionally, but I couldn't say a few words, you love Jiuru very much, but you are very stingy with me, I don't seem to have seen you smile at me. ”

Changsheng seemed to think back to the beginning, "You look good when you smile." ”

"At that time, I didn't understand it, but then I started cultivating the Tao, and I gradually understood. You think I'm too quiet, too reserved, too weak, and you like Jiu Ru's flamboyant and unbeatable appearance.

But the personality thing, I don't count, I don't know, why did it grow like this?

You and my father, we haven't seen each other much, and we have been staying in Phoenix Mountain, with our brothers and sisters. Jiuru fights with me all day long, I treat her as my sister, and of course I can't beat her.

One day, my father came and wanted to pick me up and take me to Kunlun. I'm scared, I don't know how to face you.

We walked for a long time along the way, and it was also the happiest time for me. My father was doing his duty and teaching me carefully, and he was very reasonable. For the first time, I had some understanding of what kind of person he was, not as a god, but as a father of a child.

But I never knew you, and I even felt that you were ruthless. The way you look at me has nothing to do with me, it's not like a mother looking at a child at all.

You still think I'm weak, let me climb the mountain, I climbed, I want to prove it. But when I climbed up, you weren't there, I sat on the top of Yuxu Peak, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for my aunt to take me back to the mountain. ”

"Maybe in your eyes, I'm really so weak that I don't deserve to be your son......"

Changsheng was full of bitterness, and he completely fell into this sad and helpless mood. He didn't realize it at all, even though Hongmeng trembled and the thunder was wild, the figure flickered and was about to collapse.

"Changsheng, wake up!"

Long Qiu watched outside, feeling that something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted. The sleeping dharma body escaped again, and went around in the air above its primordial spirit, but it couldn't sneak in.

"His obsession is too strong, blocking all the penetration of the outside world. "The Dharma Body was also surprised.

And Changsheng was still talking to himself, ignoring that he was about to dissipate, and said with a wry smile: "Heh, maybe I am really not worthy of being your son." You're so high up and looking down on all beings, and you don't give a little emotion.

Jiuru and I are here, life and death are at stake, you don't ask......"

Well?

He was stunned, and inexplicably remembered what his aunt said when he was leaving, "I will accompany me this time, and my sister will come over later." ”

My sister will come over later......

Later, later...... It's been more than a year, and it's time to arrive later, right?

Changsheng blinked, and his mother said yes, the heaviest promise, it will definitely come, so she ...... now

"Poof!"

He subconsciously looked around and suddenly laughed.

There is a saying: How much sweetness does a person with a bitter heart need to fill it?

The answer is: people who are bitter in their hearts can fill it with just a hint of sweetness.

The hidden depths of his fear of his mother are the sadness and helplessness brought to him by more than 20 years of denial and indifference......

"Haha!"

Changsheng, who has always been introverted, is so happy for the first time. And the more he laughed, the more stable his mood became, and he advanced by leaps and bounds, only to feel that the sea was ebbing and green.

Rumble!

Thundered!

Hongmeng pulled back from the brink of collapse, the thunder light shone again, and the figure reappeared. It flew closer, and the clouds on its face dispersed, revealing a face that was all too familiar.

Gu Changsheng is himself!

"Mother testifies against me with the god of thunder, and I will testify against me with the god of thunder!"

Hey?

It was extremely strange for Long Qiu to stay outside, this kid was inexplicably restless and inexplicably stable, and he didn't know what was going on. But it's a good thing.

……

Changsheng broke the heart barrier, and his progress was rapid in one day.

Not to mention the three of Jiuru, the Dao heart is firm, the sword is sincere, and the foundation is strong, which is a matter of course.

Among the three of them, Zheng Xingxing was taught by Long Qiu by hand, and he learned swords since he was a child, and his understanding of the sword technique is more prominent. The outline of his primordial spirit has become a small person, with abstract hands and feet, and unclear facial features.

At this moment, he is sitting cross-legged, running the sound and hearing methods, simulating and humming, and the primordial spirit continues to drum continuously and rhythmically.

Zheng Xingxing only felt that the sea of light around him was churning slightly, and his soul power turned into wisps of light and was sucked into his body. With the great introduction of soul power, the accumulated energy has finally ushered in a qualitative change.

He only felt that the top of his head was open, and his spirit soared, as if human beings had broken away from the mother earth and saw the vast universe and brilliant stars for the first time.

He seems to have lost all his shackles, and a primordial god with a red strip is connected to the universe.

This primordial spirit is like a blank, and after thousands of beatings, it will eventually take shape. It intersects with the universe, and a wisp of mysterious energy comes from it and is thrown into the body, and a stream of energy is also bred in the body to merge with it.

Divine power, that is, the power of the divine soul, transcends the ordinary law, transcends the physical body.

He used to use swords, and they were still within the scope of magic, but now he feels that the sword has become himself, and he has become a sword. It is not that the superficial human sword is one, but the entire divine soul has turned into a sword, a sword intent, and a wisp of sword god.

"Getaway" has clouds:

"Pengzhi migrated to the south of the earth, the water hit three thousand miles, and the one who swayed up was ninety thousand miles...... Wild horses, dust, and creatures blow each other. The firmament of the sky, its righteous color and evil, its far away and untouched extreme evil, its eyes are also, and if it is, it is already ......"

When Peng migrates to the sea in the south, his wings beat on the water, which can stir up waves for 3,000 li, and can fly up to 90,000 miles in the air around the whirlwind.

The galloping air of wild horses, the fluttering dust, and the moving creatures are all moved by the wind. The sky is vast, and its vastness and height are endless?

When Dapeng looked down, he should have seen the same thing.

But the sparrow in Ozawa sneered and said, "Where is it going to fly?" I took off with all my might, but it fell only a few feet high and hovered among the basil bushes, which was the limit of my flight. Where is it going?"

Rumble!

In an instant, Zheng Xingxing had a clear understanding and truly understood the true meaning of the Fuyao Sword Technique.

It lies in the wind, in the lofty, in the ambition to work hard, in the vast sky forever, not falling into the dust!

"It's finished?"

Long Qiu only felt that there was an emptiness, and a superb aura burst out from the apprentice, and he was immediately overjoyed. Looking at Zheng Xingxing again, the Yuan Shen is completely mature, the limbs are extended, and the facial features are clear, which is a sign of mastering supernatural powers.

"Master......"

The villain knelt down in the sea of light and kowtowed to Long Qiu, "Thank you for teaching for many years, I am happy to live up to your ......."

"Who?!"

Before he finished speaking, Long Qiu's complexion changed suddenly, and he suddenly felt a wave of killing intent attacking, rushing straight at Jiuru and the others!

(It's not at night, and the heating will be given tomorrow, wow kaka!)

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