If Lin Zhanfeng was here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this was a mirror world, and these sturdy men were all his brothers when he was in the Body Sect.

However, Wu Gan had never been to the Body Sect, let alone seen the cultivation treasure that the Body Sect had obtained from the Immortal Realm, so he didn't know what kind of place he was seeing at the moment, and he didn't know who these naked men were.

Wu Gan walked in the desert, passing between the mirrors, and gradually drifted away.

At a certain moment, the environment in which Wu Qian was placed suddenly changed drastically.

"That is no Amitabha..."

The sound of the evening drum and morning bell resounded throughout the world.

The dense fallen leaves, lifted by the strong wind, floated everywhere, and it was impossible to distinguish between east and west, north and south.

An old monk with nine white dots on his head, holding a broom, dances in the wind.

Every time he waved his arm, he could stop the wind and make the yellow leaves flying in the sky still. However, it was only for a moment. But even for a moment, it shows that this old monk is a high-ranking monk.

In stark contrast to the old monks are a group of young monks in gray coats lined up in a phalanx.

The monks all sat cross-legged on the floor, their hands folded in front of their chests, their fingertips just at the same level as their mouths. And the sound that hit people's hearts like a twilight drum and morning bell came from their slightly fluttering mouths.

The monk held a broom in his hand and kept sweeping the fallen leaves, but the fallen leaves flying in the sky always circled around him. The young monks just sat on the ground, chanting sutras and reciting Buddha, but not even the dust was close to them.

What exactly is Buddhism?

This contrasting picture can tell everyone who practices Buddhism a lot.

Wu Gan did not linger, but strode forward along the well-defined central axis.

The picture changes again.

Green mountains and clear waters, a group of cultivators.

This time, Wu Qian could even hear their conversation.

"It is said as a metaphor for the hollow valley, and it is regarded as magical, in the final analysis, because of its natural and harmonious nature. The mystery of the Tao contains "being" and "nothing". That is, the two sides of yin and yang. ”

"One yin and one yang is the way. This yin and yang are highly harmonious and highly unified with each other, otherwise it would not be the Tao. And the harmony of yin and yang is an inherent attribute of the Tao. ”

"The magic of the valley lies in the fact that it seems to be empty, but it contains the energy of yin and yang, and it is the essence of yin and yang that is mutually inclusive, harmonious with each other, and even gives birth to all things, so that the empty valley becomes magical. ”

"The magic of the valley is because of its original Taihe weather. Heaven and earth are dense, and all things are alcoholic. Men and women are refined, and all things are born. It is also because of harmony, harmony with all things, and only harmony in the Tao, so it can give birth to all things. ”

"The road is only born, and life is the reflection of the Tao, and it is the greatest virtue embodied in the Tao. ”

"The great virtue of heaven and earth is called life, and the virtue of things being born." ”

"The Word is not visible, because it is made clear. Where does life come from? From harmony, from the Great Dao, the Tao is manifested by birth, born by the Tao, born is equivalent to the Tao, and life is the essence of all things. ”

"Therefore, the living, the Tao is also different. The living, the Tao also. ”

Every sentence of the sound of the Tao will form a text on its own, glowing, written with heaven and earth as paper, hanging high in the air, and will not disperse for a long time.

And those words, in turn, released bursts of light, shining on the bodies of all cultivators, invisibly, constantly tempering their bones and physique.

There is a beginning and an end, and the cycle repeats, like reincarnation.

Wu Gan stood in the middle of that group of cultivators for a long time, as if the muscles and bones of his body could also withstand the tempering of the light in the sky.

Wu Gan's eyes were closed and motionless until a force pulled him away.

Soon, the picture changed again.

The pattern of the picture shrinks into a square inch.

More precisely, it's like a small school.

There are old tables and chairs neatly arranged in the school, about forty of them. Among them, twenty were empty, and only the other twenty old tables and chairs sat men dressed like scholars in ancient China.

They sat upright, holding brushes, dipping ink in ink, and on the other hand, they were writing on the white paper with some words that Wu Qian couldn't understand at all.

Some of those words resemble a sharp sword, some resemble a curved broadsword, some resemble arrows, some resemble spears...

As the scholars kept writing, the words on the white paper suddenly moved, and faintly, there was a sound of killing, coming out of the white paper.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill, kill, kill...

Gradually, the momentum became one.

Immediately after, those words like swords, knives and spears jumped out of the white paper, lined up and fought each other...

Bloody gas penetrated into Wu Gan's nostrils.

Wu Qian woke up like a dream, shook his somewhat dizzy head, and raised his legs to cross the high threshold of this old school.

Outside the door of the school, there is no cave.

Ten miles of peach blossoms, you can't forget the edge at a glance.

The surface of the soft soil is covered with a thick layer of petals.

Wu Qian walked in the peach forest, his feet on a thick layer of petals, and he was in a good mood.

He had only walked a dozen steps before a woman's back appeared in front of him.

The woman's back was a little familiar, but for a while, Wu Qian couldn't remember where she had seen it.

"Who?"

It seemed that it was because of Wu Gan's sudden approach, which disturbed the woman's Qing Xiu, only to hear her question, and turned around abruptly.

Wu Gan recognized her only when he saw her face.

It was the daughter of the Lord of the Netherworld Palace, the "Queen of the Night", Xin Zitong, who was defeated by Wu Gan in the ring of the Henan Branch of the Yin Transformation Sect!

Xin Zitong is a stunning beauty, there is no doubt about this. However, it is far from being able to fascinate Wu Gan.

Wu Qian was surprised, he didn't expect Xin Zitong to react to his sudden appearance.

After all, as he passed through the previous scenes, there were so many people, but none of them noticed his existence, as if he was in two parallel planes with them.

Xin Zitong's questioning made Wu Gan pause in place.

Wu Qian looked at Xin Zitong and turned his head to look at him.

And then... There is no then.

From Xin Zitong's reaction, Wu Qian could be sure that at this moment, she couldn't see him at all.

Xin Zitong's gaze scanned back and forth where Wu Gan was standing for a long time before he retracted it and re-entered the cultivation state.

Before she entered the cultivation state, Wu Gan heard her say, "This is the second time I have entered the Immortal Realm, and the cultivation time left for me is very limited, so I must race against time..."

When Wu Gan heard this, he suddenly guessed what he had just passed

Those scenes are all scenes of what kind of place.

Wonderland!

An immortal realm jointly guarded by the upper three sects and the lower five sects of the hidden world sect!

And the people in those pictures just now are also people from the major hidden world sects. There are Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and the Netherworld Temple in front of you...

Xin Zitong had been defeated by Wu Gan in front of so many people, and it was impossible for a proud woman like her to lie down wherever she fell. Therefore, regardless of the obstacles and dangers, in a short period of time, she entered the fairy realm for the second time. She has to do everything she can to improve her strength, and then, at a certain time in the future, she will trample Wu Gan under her feet, and she will be ashamed!

Let's not talk about whether Xin Zitong can get her wish in the end, but judging from the fact that she didn't think about relying on the power of the Netherworld Palace, but focused on cultivation, and planned to rely on her own strength to win back a city, she is still a pretty good person. At the very least, the essence is not bad, it's just that the competitiveness is too heavy.

Thinking like this, Wu Qian stayed where he was, and briefly felt the fluctuation of Xin Zitong's breath. He found that Xin Zitong's cultivation had indeed improved greatly compared to the last time.

Last time, when Wu Qian and Xin Zitong fought against Xin Zitong in the Southern Henan Branch of the Yin Transformation Sect, Xin Zitong's cultivation was probably equivalent to the peak of Qi training, and at this moment, she had already been promoted to the innate level.

Wu Qian also found that Xin Zitong's cultivation method in the Immortal Realm was similar to his reliance on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to refine it for my use.

In other words, at this moment, Xin Zitong's cultivation method can also be regarded as a branch of the immortal cultivation system.

This discovery surprised Wu Gan.

Because, from now on, he is no longer the only immortal cultivator on the earth.

Of course, he was probably not the only one before, but he had never met other immortal cultivators, so everything could only stay at the level of speculation after all.

However, this is no longer the case.

Xin Zitong sat in front of Wu Gan.

Although it is very likely that they are not on the same plane, or that the picture in front of Wu Gan's eyes is just some kind of presentation similar to remote projection, there is no doubt about the fact that Xin Zitong is barely an immortal cultivator.

Wu Gan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Xin Zitong, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Tentatively, he asked, "You might hear me?"

Before Wu Gan's voice fell, Xin Zitong, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Who?"

Xin Zitong raised his eyes and looked around, and said vigilantly, "Who is talking?!"

"Huh. ”

Wu Qian smiled, "It seems that you can hear my voice, but you can't see me." ”

"Who are you?" Xin Zitong asked again.

Wu Gan pursed his lips and smiled, shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that if you continue to cultivate according to your current method, it will be difficult for you to break through the innate nature." ”

"Breakthrough innate?"

Xin Zitong stood up, looked at the peach petals flying in front of her, and wondered, "I don't understand..."

"Do you know, immortal cultivators, what exactly are you cultivating?" Wu Gan suddenly asked, interrupting Xin Zitong's words.

Xin Zitong subconsciously shook his head and said, "I... I don't understand what you mean by immortal cultivators..."

Perhaps it was because of Wu Gan's mystery that Xin Zitong's heart was shocked enough, so Xin Zitong unconsciously used honorifics for Wu Gan.

Xin Zitong regarded Wu Gan, who only heard about him but did not see him, as a master outside the world.

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is .. m.