When cultivating, monks usually choose to settle down, which is not to fall asleep, but to maintain a high concentration of essence and energy while keeping the mind not lost, and then to achieve a state of emptiness and clarity where the mind is calm, the mind is sensitive, and the mind is quick. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoΩヤ看圕閣免費槤載ノ亅、哾閲讀網メ..kàn.. ge.la the effect of cultivation in this state is not only the best, but it also minimizes the risk of the demons in the heart.

It stands to reason that without his mind, the exercises he practiced would not have jumped out for him to take the initiative to participate in the cultivation and practice, and his mana would only be consolidated according to the successful part of the exercises along the specific meridians. But no one expected that he could stuff a piece of Xuan Ice into the crotch of his pants, the position was so close to the dantian qi sea, and the aura of the "Dao Classic" instinctively absorbed a large amount of strange cold qi under the urging of the Dao species.

Although Li Chuyi's body was not harmed by it, his long-sealed "Daodian" scriptures were reactivated by the stimulation of this cold air.

If Li Chuyi had been prepared to meditate, he would have been able to discover the strong chill breath as soon as possible, and then selectively extract the scriptures of the Five Elements of the Taoist Dictionary according to its nature for contemplation. But at this moment, his mind was blank in a deep coma, and the mysterious "Taoist Classics" scriptures were recited by themselves without his mind, and the resonance of the scriptures and the cold breath triggered his instinctive beginning to cultivate, but he was unconscious and could not choose, so he could only let himself be overwhelmed by the messy ten scriptures driven by his instincts.

The ten verses are already long and awkward, and they are even more redundant when they come out and entangle. The little thinking consciousness that was reawakened by the scriptures was driven by his instinct to divide into several parts, climbing and struggling in the sea of redundant scriptures, and without Li Chuyi's subjective control, they had almost collapsed.

Thinking consciousness is the direct embodiment of the soul, and the collapse of thinking consciousness also represents the annihilation of the soul. Once these thoughts and consciousness really collapse, Li Chuyi will have amnesia or a big change in temperament after waking up, and if it is serious, he will become an idiot or a madman.

This is not alarmist, the soul is unique and inseparable for everyone. Look at those remnant souls in the past, which one is not a distorted temperament and a broken memory?

The remnant soul of the monk in the blood pill only left resentment and killing intent, and the purple kite was even more indifferent, and almost forgot all about his memories of his life. The old monster of the five sheep divided his soul into five primordial gods, but according to the Taoist priest, he was born with five souls and integrated into one, so that the five souls of the gods and souls remained unchanged. To put it bluntly, I don't know how many lifetimes I have gotten lucky, a person has five souls, and the five souls are independent but have the same subjective consciousness, this kind of thing can only be given by God, and it is impossible to do it by manpower.

In this way, the little fat man struggled in a state of madness, and several thoughts and consciousnesses sometimes drifted and sometimes condensed, and he didn't know when he would collapse and dissipate.

If someone else encounters this kind of thing, unless there is a person with a high level of cultivation to protect him and help him straighten out his thoughts, he can only resign himself to fate. But Li Chuyi is different, the danger is also the "Taoist Classic" and the "Taoist Classic", the mysterious scriptures of the "Taoist Classic" have caused his crisis at this time, but it is also the "Taoist Classic" that has always protected him to keep his mind alive.

The air film formed by the overflow of the breath of the Dao Classics overflowing the body continued to resonate with the qi of heaven and earth, and at the same time, it was also driven by the cold qi around the Dao Species, which constantly dragged the surrounding cold. The strange cold that can instantly freeze the monk is constantly absorbed into the body, and while strengthening the cold qi, it also resonates with the five elements in the scriptures of the "Taoist Classic".

Li Chuyi's cold formations arranged around him had already been broken, and those clumsy formations didn't last long under the rolling cold under his bottomless pit-like devouring. The cold and dense fog reoccupied this ice nest, and the wolf skins that spread around it were instantly covered with frost, and they were frozen together with the layers of fire talismans sandwiched inside.

Without the protection of the formation, and without the protection of the cold spell, it stands to reason that Li Chuyi should have turned into a Xuan Ice sculpture in an instant, but because of the existence of the breath of the "Dao Classic", his body was not frozen, and the strange cold only formed layer after layer of frost outside his body until it condensed into a huge ice mass. At first glance, he was like those who were frozen, but if you looked closely, you would find that he was not dead at all, and there was a layer of aura condensed by the aura of the Dao Dictionary between his body and the Xuan Bing, flickering from time to time, refracting brilliant light through the thick Xuan Ice shell.

In the Xuan Bing, Li Chuyi not only did not freeze to death by the strange cold that entered his body, but also stabilized the several thoughts and consciousness that were almost collapsed with its help. The breath of the "Taoist Classics" constantly transforms the strange cold into the cold breath, and the growing cold breath flows to the surroundings of his sea of knowledge in the chanting of the scriptures, and firmly envelops his sea of knowledge from the inside out.

The cold feeling made the restless heart ape quickly calm down, although the lengthy scriptures were not expelled from his mind, but under the guidance of the cold breath, those few divine senses gradually focused on the Five Elements Chapter, and gradually remerged and condensed into a wisp, plunging into the text about the way of water in the Five Elements Chapter.

That passage of text was quickly digested in the cold breath, and the comprehension speed was almost faster than when Li Chuyi realized the Void Dao. Every moment there are new insights in his heart, although these feelings are actively remembered by Li Chuyi, but they are quietly deeply engraved in his soul and become part of his instinct.

The comprehension of the scriptures has led to the rapid growth of the aura of the Dao Classic, and the speed at which the alien cold is refined is getting faster and faster, and even the air film on his body surface is flickering more and more frequently and brighter, and in the end, it is almost connected, and it is full of brilliance under the refraction of the Xuan Ice, and even the thick fog cannot be concealed.

All of this was done without Li Chuyi knowing, and if he knew, he would definitely fall into deep contemplation.

He had always thought that it would be the first time to comprehend the scriptures and then the aura of the "Taoist Classics" would increase, but now the situation is obviously the opposite. Although it was the scriptures that resonated with the different colds first, it was only the scriptures themselves, and Li Chuyi had not advanced the content of the scriptures by half a point. It wasn't until the strange cold entered his body and turned into a cold breath that it helped him stabilize his knowledge of the sea and at the same time helped him comprehend the scriptures, which was very different from Li Chuyi's previous concepts.

Fortunately, the little fat man doesn't know anything about it now, so he doesn't have to worry about these troubles. In fact, even if he knows about this, it's nothing, if he doesn't understand it, he doesn't want to, anyway, as long as he can make his cultivation improve, it doesn't matter what order he wants!

In this way, half of Li Chu's head was sunk in the toilet, and his whole person was sealed by thick Xuan Ice, and the cultivation state he inadvertently achieved made his whole person shine, and wisps of brilliance were refracted out, shooting through the mist in all directions, bringing a brilliant light in the clear sky.

I don't know how long it took, the silence outside the maze was broken, and the sound of small footsteps was faintly heard, and someone was rushing this way.

The footsteps gradually approached, and the figures at the interstices formed by the two glaciers outside the maze flashed, and five men, three women, and eight monks came in formation.

Looking at the wisps of strange light that swept out of the mist, the faces of the eight people all showed excitement. They had discovered the existence of a strange light a few days earlier, and according to their usual experience, they had concluded that there were eighty percent of the treasures here, and that it was probably a heavy treasure in terms of brightness and color.

One of the eight young monks with a mustache withdrew his greedy gaze looking at the mist, first glanced at a young man in a cloth shirt and carrying three swords not far away, and then looked at the leader with a sneer.

"Senior Ji, it seems that the baby is in the fog ahead!"

The old man who is known as Ji Senior's crane has a red face and looks like an immortal, but the faint yin on his thin-eyed eagle-nosed face destroys the fairy intent, and it feels very difficult to get close to.

Hearing the words of the eight-character bearded male cultivator, the slender eyes of the old man surnamed Ji glanced at him slightly, and the gloomy gaze made the eight-character beard cold and couldn't help lowering his head slightly, and the old man surnamed Ji nodded with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on his thin lips.

Seeing the old man surnamed Ji smiling, Bazihu secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and re-revealed a flattering smile after settling down.

"Senior Ji, there is a lot of fog ahead, I wonder if you have a way to crack it?"

"It's okay, it's nothing to me!" the old man's face was full of pride.

Bazihu's face was full of joy, and he was about to flatter a few more words, when a discordant voice suddenly came.

"Dare to ask Senior Ji, how will we distribute the treasure after we find it?" It was the young man with three swords on his back who spoke.

Hearing him mention such a sensitive issue, everyone else present was shocked, and their eyes were all fixed on the old man surnamed Ji.

Yin Yu's eyes stared straight at the young man with the sword on his back, but this person was not like a mustache, although the gaze made him uncomfortable, but he still did not let him look at him at all, without flinching.

For a long time, the old man surnamed Ji slowed his gaze, but the anger on his face was faintly revealed.

Yu Guang glanced at the others behind him, he stared at the young man with the sword on his back and said lightly, "How do you want to distribute?"

"Distribute according to need! If it's a magic weapon, it depends on whose exercise it is most compatible with, and if it's a spiritual material foreign body, it depends on luck, let's decide with the dice!" said the young man without hesitation, obviously prepared.

Idiot!

Bazi Hu sneered in his heart, this old man surnamed Ji is the highest cultivation among these people, and he is the Yuan Infant Power who sneaked in through the cold hell. This young man with a sword on his back is only a cultivator in the late stage of refining gods, and he dares to talk to the old man surnamed Ji like this, so it's no wonder that this old man is not angry.

Sure enough, the old man surnamed Ji's face completely darkened when he heard this, and his eyes were cold, and the killing intent in his eyes as he looked at the young man with the sword behind his back rose darkly.

"Boy, how can the old man remember that monks and treasures are all based on their own abilities?"

The senior laughed. Senior Ji's cultivation is a master of the Yuan Infant Stage, and the cultivation of our mere cultivation in the God Refining Period is nothing in front of the seniors. If everyone is in the same realm, then it is naturally nothing to rely on their own abilities. The seniors used their absolute strength to suppress us and others, and they said to us that each of them relied on their abilities, and it was inevitable that they were suspected of bullying the small!"

"Hehe, what if the old man wants to bully the small?"

The old man surnamed Ji sneered, and secretly urged with his hands to hold the mana, and the majestic aura of the Yuan Infant suddenly gushed out and enveloped the Quartet.

Suppressed by his breath, everyone's shoulders sank, and the three monks who were weaker in cultivation bent down in exclamation, if it weren't for the people next to them to support them in time, the three of them would have fallen to the ground.

Looking at the old man surnamed Ji, everyone's faces were extremely ugly, and the originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly changed, and there was tension for a while!