Ning Yi stared at the stone wall.

Winding, twisting, twisting.

That's like...... A dead grass?

Ning Yi's lips were a little dry, he stared at the crack in the stone wall, and a strong premonition was born in his heart, and the intuition in the dark guided him, and the ghost sent the god to touch his waist.

Shenchi trembled, before the shrill sound of the monkey forest struck.

Ning Yi was very timely and took out a ...... from his waist bag Yellowish, curly frost grass.

Under the tomb of the Qingshan Mansion, when facing the impact of the Yin Tide of the Lionheart King's thousands of troops, Ning Yi used it.

The Thing of the Great Sun!

The Old Ancestor of the West Sea dragged Ning Yi's back collar with one hand, his eyes were gloomy, and the sword qi had not had time to slash out, and he caught a glimpse of Ning Yi struggling to lift the slender thing in his hand-

So the sound of the whole monkey forest was originally like a tsunami, and the castration gradually slowed down!

The white ape, who was hanging upside down and shaking at the top of the tree, stared at the black-robed young man who was sitting on the ground in disbelief, his eyes widened in a daze, and his lips were pursed.

Ning Yi's back was already soaked, and under the continuous high pressure, his strength had been drained, and he was sitting on the ground at the moment, looking very tired...... He hadn't been so embarrassed for a long time, and his physical condition at the moment was like trekking across the Gobi Desert, his lips were dry, and he didn't have any more strength.

But he lifted the dry grass.

It was a curly, but faintly fluorescent, withered grass instilled by divinity.

Withered grass.

Suddenly, in the entire dense forest, all the fierce eyes looked at the blade of grass in Ning Yi's hand...... The breeze from the back mountain came through the forest and the leaves, the withered grass swayed gently, and the whole world was quiet.

The white apes staring at the blades of grass, the ferocity in their eyes gradually faded, and was replaced by a faint confusion and confusion.

All the sounds stopped.

The white-robed old sword immortal finally got the purity that he had not seen for a long time.

After a while, the Old Ancestor of the West Sea rubbed his ears, and the monkey's roar really didn't come out again...... The whole monkey forest, so quiet that you can hear the pins falling, is in stark contrast to the previous one.

Ye Changfeng's eyes were strange and he looked at Ning Yi.

"I don't know what this is...... Ning Yi looked at the withered grass in his hand with a very helpless look, in fact...... It was a complete coincidence that he took out such a thing from his waist bag, and when he strayed into the forbidden land behind Shu Mountain, he thought it was just an ordinary blade of grass sandwiched between the cracks in the mountain wall.

After the tomb of King Lionheart, this withered grass saved him and Wu Daozi's lives, and Wu Daozi said that this was a sharp weapon for killing ghosts.

The so-called "things of the great sun"!

After that, Ning Yi never used it again, and after a long time, he was about to forget that there was such an inconspicuous blade of grass lying in his waist.

"Anyway, it's 'saved' now......" Ning Yi smiled bitterly, rubbed his forehead, and after those sharp voices disappeared, he suddenly became clear, and he was still a little uncomfortable for a while.

The eyes of all the white apes were condensed on the "Great Yang Thing" in Ning Yi's hands.

At the time of the Lionheart King's Tomb, tens of thousands of Yin soldiers rushed to plunder, and the Yin tide was surging, which stimulated the ferocity of this withered grass and ignited a three-foot range by itself.

Ning Yi also wondered, what is the origin of this withered grass?

After returning to Tiandu, he consulted a large number of books and had some understanding of the "things of the great yang" in Wu Daozi's mouth.

It is an extremely rare and precious treasure, which is generally a big person who practices the Zhiyang Gong method, and the things left behind after death, such as the true dragon throne where the emperor sits, and then the living Buddha who practiced the "Great Day Rulai Sutra" in Lingshan, and the relics and finger bones that were burned after death,

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Wait a minute...... These can be called "things of the great yang", because of the master's practice before his death, there is not the slightest coldness in himself.

There are many evil spirits in the tombs, and the things of the great sun are used to ward off evil spirits, drive away cold, and suppress ghosts.

But a dead grass, against thousands of troops, this kind of battle is too incredible.

Who is the owner of this withered grass? and how majestic it is?

Lu Sheng, the lord of Shushan Mountain, does have the qualifications to cultivate the "Great Yang Thing......

The ancestor of the West Sea took the withered grass, and he gently twisted the blade of grass with one finger and looked at it for a long time.

The monkey in the monkey forest looked at this blade of grass...... At first, they had lived in this place for too long, and some of their memories were unforgettable, but they were buried after too long, and now they remembered it again.

It's like a world away.

The blade of grass swayed gently.

It seems that there is a will to pass it on.

The white apes in the entire forest sensed it, and they didn't dare to come out, their skulls kept swinging, their teeth chattered, and they were extremely uneasy, desperately trying to break free from the shackles of the sword qi.

Ye Changfeng sensed this scene, narrowed his eyes, and thought thoughtfully.

The next moment, the old sword fairy waved his hand gently, and the sword qi rope tied to the tree was broken with a "snap", and those monkeys were freed, but they did not surround them, but rushed into the distance like a tide.

The sound of skimming one after another.

The monkey tide was surging, far away from Ning Yi's location.

In the entire back mountain, the silhouette reflected in the stream was constantly broken, and after just a dozen breaths, absolute silence was restored.

......

......

"Ning Yi, what do you think...... What is this?"

One old and one young, standing in front of the last stone wall.

Ye Changfeng looked at the curled "blade of grass", raised it gently, and the sword qi at his fingertips surged, illuminating the withered yellow grass leaves pale.

"The disciple always thought ...... It's a dead grass. Ning Yi's face was much better, he leaned on the stone wall with a wry smile, and said how he got it, and then observed the words, and saw that the expression of the ancestor of the West Sea was a little trance, and said tentatively and gently: "What doorway did Mr. see?"

"I can't see the calendar, but it's not dry grass. ”

Ye Changfeng shook his head, and one finger condensed an extremely majestic sword qi, and it blew fiercely on the blade of grass, and the sound of the fierce wind sounded.

Ning Yi's pupils constricted.

The cultivation of the ancestor of the West Sea, this finger sword qi will go down, and the power of the Nirvana realm, the skin and flesh will also be scraped off three layers.

Not to mention a piece of grass, even if it is a small hill, it can be cut off.

The distance between the two was extremely close, Ye Changfeng had no scruples about making a move, and the strong wind from the sword qi blew Ning Yi so that he couldn't open his eyes...... All the sword qi brushed against the surface of the "Great Sun Thing", sweeping like a plow—

It looked like a "blade of grass" and was as tough as a weed root soaked in hot water.

No damage.

Not at all.

"The reason why it is yellow is not because it has become yellow with too much age...... It's because it's the color it is. ”

"I have walked through the Great Sui, the two worlds of the demon clan, and I have seen many things of the great yang, even if it is the everlasting lamp of the Buddha of Lingshan, the yang energy is stronger than this thing, but it also needs the sentient beings under the mountain to worship incense, otherwise the yang energy and divinity will be diffused......" The old ancestor of the West Sea looked solemn, looked at the stone wall in front of him, and muttered: "Ning Yi, you said that when you got it, you were pressed under the crack of the mountain for I don't know how long, no one worships here, and no one recites the scriptures, how can the yang energy of this withered grass not overflow for thousands of years?"

Ning Yi followed the words of the ancestor of the West Sea, and naturally, he thought of a possibility.

All cultivators, no matter how high the realm is, the divinity will slowly dissipate.

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That's why everybody dies.

But there are some "people" who will not die.

It is said that the Buddha of Lingshan will not die.

It is said that the Gu Tianzun of the Daoist Sect is also immortal.

Ning Yi pursed his lips, his gaze subconsciously shifted, and the old forest where the white apes were scattered, in the previous boiling, leaves, stumps, and stumps swayed...... A soft, white hair as white as the moon fell on Ning Yi's shoulder.

He picked up the white ape's hair.

Bending and twisting, twisting and turning.

Two fingers, one end each...... Then with a slight force, the white ape's hair was slowly straightened and raised in front of Mr. Ye Changfeng.

One is yellow, the other is white.

Other than that, there is no difference.

He tugged lightly with both hands, and the straight white ape hair broke into two in an instant.

Ning Yi was speechless.

Words are not needed nowadays.

He turned, stood in front of the stone wall, and pointed to the crevice that was just right to embed the dead grass into it.

Ning Yi knew what the ancestors of the West Sea were pursuing all their lives...... The realm leads to the sky, only one step away, you can step into that door, the immortal secret, who doesn't want to know?

This withered grass is not a treasure weapon that follows the great power of heaven to cultivate at all.

The old sword fairy's fingers trembled a little, and he smiled and filled the hair into the ravine of the stone wall.

The second stone wall opens.

Stone walls lead to the unknown.

After waiting for a long time, the old ancestor beside Ning Yi did not move.

He looked up in confusion.

Ye Changfeng looked at Yongdao with a very complicated expression.

The old man said softly: "Ning Yi, in fact, I lied to you. ”

Ning Yi looked at his husband, a little unclear.

The old man whispered softly: "When you practice on the mountain, you don't enter the world, your heart is like glass, and you have no desires. ”

Ye Changfeng's voice was very soft and slow.

"No one in this world is a saint, as long as they enter the world, there will always be some concerns. The ancestor of the West Sea took down the withered grass, gently placed it on Ning Yi's hand, and said, "After I went down the mountain, I met some people, some things, and in a short period of time, I also had a home. ”

Ning Yi was a little confused.

Have had a home......

"Later, I gave up a lot just to practice, and when I finally attained enlightenment, when I looked back, those people were gone. The Old Ancestor of the West Sea shook his head and said with a smile: "I thought I wouldn't regret it......"

"Before breaking the limit, I often thought that if I were given a chance to do it again, I would give up a lot of opportunities, and life is not about how long you live, but about ...... Live whether you like it or not. ”

"There are rules and regulations, countless rules, choose the path you like. Ye Changfeng held Ning Yi's hand, and the withered grass was involuntarily "grasped" by Ning Yi.

"Sir......" Ning Yi raised his head in a daze.

That night, the ancestor of the West Sea lightly skipped the story of his youth.

But in fact, this is not the case.

A long life must have a long story.

Gain and loss go hand in hand.

The old man gently rested one palm on the top of Ning Yi's head, and the "immortal" opportunity he had found for a lifetime was now in front of him.

Unexpectedly, my heart did not waver in the slightest.

Not greedy, not angry, not happy, not sad.

The sword, called "Child", hung from his waist and trembled slightly.

I have lived to the end of my life, and finally my mood is like a child at this moment, not stained with a trace of dust.

"Ning Yi, I don't have much time, before leaving, I want to give you a transformation. ”

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