More than forty Dao realm miners' Yuan Shen sat cross-legged in the spiritual liquid, revealing gossip light and shadow under their bodies, and a large amount of spiritual liquid wrapped the Yuan Shen in it and kept churning and rolling, and a thick aura continued to emanate.

Yang Ling's divine sense swept to find that the cultivator was not stupid, and then fell in front of him in one step.

"Wow~" The spiritual liquid hanging around the cultivator is not foolish fell, and then he slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw that it was Yang Ling, he quickly stood up and arched his hand: "I've seen the master!"

"Cultivators don't have to be polite, go out with me!" Yang Ling flashed out of the sinkhole with a wave of his sleeves, and although he had all kinds of doubts, he still appeared outside the sinkhole almost at the same time.

"What does the master command?" Since Geng Buyu has sworn to submit to Yang Ling, he is now always paying attention to his title.

"Cultivator, you and I don't have to be commensurate with master and servant in the future, there are two things that come to you today, the first is this ......" Yang Ling waved his hand, and the Dao body of cultivator who had been in his ring floated out.

"This ...... This is my word...... "Cultivating is not foolish, as if it has been struck by lightning, and its mouth is wide open enough to stuff a big duck egg.

"That's right, when we fought in the Xuanjing Mine Cave, we entered the Bronze Palace, in order to create a chance for us to escape, you fought to the death, and left this Dao body, I should have returned it to you a long time ago, but you should know my concerns!" Yang Ling said lightly.

"I know, I know!" After all, he was a great cultivator of the Dao realm, and he quickly came back to his senses, and he naturally knew Yang Ling's concerns, so he was just wary of him occupying the dove's nest.

"That's good!" Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "I will return the Daoist body to the Daoist, the life-saving grace of the day, Yang Ling is unforgettable, and I hope that the Daoist will not quit because of this." ”

"No, no, the master can rest assured, it was all up to the master to escape from the Xuanjing Mine Cave, and his subordinates never dared to have any grudges, and now the master has returned to the Dao body, so that I can recover the realm at least more than a thousand years in advance, so great kindness, I can't repay it if I don't cultivate it stupidly!"

Geng Buyu said and was about to kneel, but was pulled by Yang Ling, "Cultivator, you and I intersect in adversity, life and death together, don't be so polite in the future, to be honest, this matter is too small for me, otherwise Daoyou would have recovered the realm a long time ago, why wait until now." Today I came to find a fellow Daoist, and I have one more thing to ask for. ”

"Master, please speak!" said Plough Buyu, hurrying up.

So Yang Ling roughly talked about his inability to break through to the One Yuan Realm, and after thinking about it for a long time, he said: " This condition of the master belongs to a kind of cognitive impairment, which is very common in the Dao realm, and this is why most of the Dao realms stay in the realm of silence, because the rules are qualitative, formless and elusive, and belong to a kind of thing that can only be understood and not spoken, even in the Dao realm, usually can only feel the existence of the rules with an almost intuitive feeling, and use the existing inheritance spells to communicate the power of the rules, but this method is very limited, and there are often some uncontrollable consequences, stepping into the one-dimensional realm, you must truly understand and comprehend the rules, use your own divine sense to see the rules, and use the power of the soul to combine the rules, and then use a huge aura to completely solidify the rules in their own dojo, forming a rule seed, and then this rule seed will evolve its own branches, forming a new rule system, and this rule system is actually the same as the rules of the outside world, but it only belongs to the monk himself, a thought, there is the effect of words and laws, so only when you reach the one-yuan realm is the beginning of truly understanding and using the rules, and once you reach the one-yuan realm, the probability of breaking through the yin and yang realm in the future is more than fifty percent, and the chance of extinction realm to the one-yuan realm is less than one percent。 ”

"Then how can I use my divine sense to see the rules?" Yang Ling was still puzzled, he now saw that the rules were all with consciousness, not with divine sense, he had a powerful divine sense but couldn't touch the shadow of the rules at all.

"This ......" found it difficult to describe it, and kept brushing the beard on his chin.

"What kind of rules did that Daoist see look like?" Yang Ling had to change the question.

Geng Buyu thought for a long time and shook his head, "Master, this rule can only be understood but not spoken, understanding is understanding, not understanding is not understanding, it can't be explained clearly, if the master wants to step into the one-yuan realm, he must carefully observe everything around him, such as this vine ......"

Geng Buyu pointed to the green vine that filled the altar and said: "In the eyes of mortals, it is a tree vine, but in the eyes of ordinary monks, it is actually a powerful energy body, but in the eyes of the Dao realm, we understand that it should be a synthesis of countless rules condensed together, it is life, death, space, time and other rules are entangled with each other, with aura, A kind of appearance accumulated by life and other energy substances, we can only understand the essence of the rules under the surface through careful observation of the growth, aging, withering, death, climbing, entanglement, flowering, fruiting, and even adaptation to various environments, and experiencing the wind, frost, rain and snow through these appearances......

An hour later, Yang Ling returned to the waterfall canyon thoughtfully.

Although cultivating is not foolish and did not solve his problem, it has given him a great inspiration, and it is quite helpful for a hard man like him whose cultivation basically depends on touching.

Sitting cross-legged on a clearing by the waterhole, Yang Ling closed his eyes like an old monk, and then his divine consciousness emanated, enveloping it in a radius of dozens of kilometers, a flower and a grass, a tree and a leaf, a sand and a stone, and the mountains, rivers, insects and birds were all clearly presented in the divine thoughts.

That's three years.

Three years have passed, Yang Ling is like a stone, his body has long been completely submerged by the crazy flowers and vines around him, and in the silent canyon, he can't feel the slightest breath of him.

Waterfalls roared, pools churned, flowing waters, flowers bloomed and fell, countless bees and butterflies flew around him, and even birds nested on the vines above his head.

At this time, in his mind, there were no flowers, grasses, insects, birds, mountains, rocks, trees and vines, leaving only a churning white mist, and the mist was still disappearing rapidly.

Time flies, and another year passes.

The plants in the canyon grow more luxuriantly, bees and butterflies fly, birds flock in flocks, chirping birds echo in the canyon, and from time to time wild beasts come out of the dense woods to drink.

At this time, in Yang Ling's thoughts, only a ball of water balls the size of a basketball was left and fluttering, and in the midst of the dance, the shape of the water balls was constantly changing, and the untraceable fog stars were constantly jumping and flowing in the water balls, gathering and dispersing.