"Immortal money, human yuan, magic coin. ”

Three types of goods springs, there are mysteries inside. The most basic, for example, as long as you carry it on your body at all times, it has the effect of refining the body. It's just that the people of the Immortal Dao Sect had better carry immortal money, if they hold magic coins, they will be polluted by demonic energy.

Cultivating the body is just a small path, and those who really have thousands of family wealth and a lot of money can get luck. Fang Shi, even if he is a wealthy merchant mortal, as long as he sets foot on the road, he will be smooth sailing and everything will be prosperous.

Ding Feng holds three types of goods in his hands, his eyes are deep, and he has insight into the mystery of the universe. When Han Lin'er saw it, it seemed that she had seen a detached will, this kind of artistic conception was indescribable, the way was unclear, and it was far beyond the realm where she was. Han Lin'er hurriedly closed her eyes, she knew that if she had another epiphany, she would definitely trigger the demon tribulation in advance: "Alas, if it weren't for the trouble of the demons in my heart, maybe I would be able to cultivate the Yuan Shen because of this." ”

Ding Lingdang, four or five coins fell, it became a kind of hexagram, and the meaning is simple, but this is not what Ding Feng did, but someone deliberately deceived and set up a bait.

"Tatsumi, it turned out to be it. ”

Ding Feng didn't say who it was, Han Lin'er didn't want to ask, but after looking at Ding Feng's expression, she couldn't help but ask, "Who is he?" She thought it was Meng Haoran in her heart, and as soon as this idea appeared, she was a little involuntarily.

"It's not Senior Brother Meng, but it's barely half an acquaintance. How could Ding Feng not be able to see through Han Lin'er's thoughts, and immediately extinguished her thoughts.

As soon as she heard that it was not Meng Haoran, Han Lin'er was quite interested, but Ding Feng didn't care, she didn't enter the Holy Realm to spoil her: "Okay, since it was an invitation from the old people, how could I be absent?"

Ding Feng removed the change of the Yuan Shen and showed his original form, this was a sign that he was about to use his true mana, Han Lin'er was shocked: "Then these people, what should I do?"

"Leave him alone, these people aren't even pawns. "These people have nothing to do with the one who calculates the hidden dragon, and it is clear that the man has good intentions and is a master who does not leak.

Ding Feng held his five fingers in a virtual grip, and the five sword pillars were propped up, opening up a small hole in the sky, and it moved thousands of miles in less than half an instant. For the way of space, Ding Feng is more and more handy, and he has a bit of a free rhyme.

"A winding path leads to a secluded place?"

Han Lin'er read carefully, this is a sparse forest, the southeast leads to the cliff, and there is a city full of people in the opposite direction. With Han Lin'er's eyes, she saw a stone tablet on the edge of the cliff, which was naturally mixed, and there was a sage's handwriting on it. It is precisely because of the handwriting of this saint that it has become a treasure of feng shui, and many literati and artists have come here to play.

There is a cliff in front of the winding path leading to the secluded stone stele, obviously there is no way forward, but it is said to be a winding path leading to the secluded place, of course, it is eye-catching. Therefore, there are still some gossips, saying that as long as someone cracks the ingenuity, they can become a disciple of the saint.

Of course, over the years, no one can, but there are a lot of poems. Ding Feng and Han Lin'er approached, but no one noticed them, secretly listening to the literati talking or reciting poems.

"There is indeed a natural law in the world, and the supernatural power of force is only inferior. The saint was simple and five-charactered, and he didn't need any mystical Taoism to suppress it. "The Tao is different, and they don't conspire with each other, but it doesn't prevent Ding Feng from seeing this kind of mystery. There is no infinitely powerful magic machine in these five characters, just because the pen is deep and penetrates the stone tablet, and that's it.

Ding Feng stood in front of the cliff, without hesitation, and stepped out in one step. Seeing this, Han Lin'er copied and copied, but she was careless and almost fell off the cliff, which made her angry and annoyed: "Hmph! A broken stone left by the saint can stop me!"

The end of the world is close at hand, and there is a sky outside the sky. What entered Ding Fengyuanshen was a stone house, a stone bench, a stone bowl, and a stone table, which were clean and tidy. Only the human head on the stone table fills the environment with a sense of disharmony.

The eyes of this human head were closed, and when Ding Feng came, he opened them suddenly, and said: "I really wasted my great efforts, but I can be regarded as finding you." "A head, without a body, is like an extraterritorial evil god, even if the two bodies are separated, he can survive, but he is not, there is not the slightest smell of evil from his body.

Of course, Ding Feng knew who it was, it was none other than the Holy Realm Heavenly Will who had fought with him not long ago: "The end of the Holy Realm Heavenly Providence is so bleak, this is something that this Dao never expected." ”

When he entered the realm, Ding Feng fought hard with the providence of the Holy Realm, and injured it, but he would not fall into this field. There are strangulation marks on the neck of the skull, and there are clotted blood clots, which are red and black. Obviously, it's not been held here for a day or two.

The head is unkempt, vaguely with the appearance of Kong Sheng, like a lost dog. It didn't care at all that Ding Feng hurt him, but was very happy, and said with a strange smile: "You didn't hurt the real me, I had already been cut into six sections by the 'Five Horses and Heaven Dafa' of the Five Emperors' Book." Because of this, the Book of the Five Emperors refined me with one hand and one foot, and barely replaced me. Otherwise, if the real me goes into battle, even you can't be lucky. ”

Looking at the providence of the Holy Realm, we can know that the mana of Confucius is all over the sky.

Ding Feng is familiar with the will of heaven in the treasure world, reincarnated and turned into a human form, which is already a supreme magical power, and it has not been passed down from generation to generation. However, the Divine Providence of the Holy Realm does not need to be reincarnated, and it only cultivates into a human form by itself. Eyes, ears, nose and throat, heart, liver, spleen and lungs, five senses and limbs, all available. This kind of supernatural power cannot be taught by words and deeds, let alone understood.

Although the Holy Realm Heavenly Providence only had a head left, Ding Feng still didn't dare to underestimate him. A realm of providence is equivalent to the gods in the divine realm, as long as it is in the return realm, it is an invincible existence.

The eyes of the Providence skull projected a wrathful divine light, vowing to kill everything, wear out everything, as if falling into the devil's way. But the next moment, it became breezy again, and everything came to naught, which is the impermanence of heaven.

The emperors of the world must call themselves the Son of Heaven, which means that the heirs of the heavens, no matter how respected the status, are not as big as the sky. But for a cultivator like Ding Feng, there are no taboos. Whatever providence is, it is not in their hands.

"The hateful Five Emperor Shu found the souls of the five Heavenly Emperor War Horses from the Immortal Court, and performed the 'Five Horses Dividing the Heavens Dafa', splitting my torso, suppressing it in five popular places, and now it has refined my hands and feet. ”

This Heavenly Emperor's war horse, Ding Feng read it in the Daozang. The Lord of the Ancient Immortal Court went out on patrol, and there was a Heavenly Emperor chariot, and there must be nine hundred and ninety-nine Heavenly Emperor chariots. This Heavenly Emperor War Horse is not called the Heavenly Emperor War Horse, it is a kind of monster in the wilderness, and it is wild and untamable, extremely fierce, and it runs tirelessly, and it can run to the end of the universe. Only some 'enlightened' masters can tame it and turn it into their own use, and this kind of monster does not live in groups, there is no difference, and this is true between male and female.

Only the Lord of the Immortal Court surrendered, refining nine hundred and ninety-nine war horses and condensing them into a chariot. The place where the Heavenly Emperor's chariot passed was not the king's land, but later the Immortal Court was shattered, the chariot was missing, and all the nine hundred and ninety-nine Heavenly Emperor chariots died.

(End of chapter)