Not long after, Li Pu returned to the mass grave, and felt carefully that the power of death in the mass grave was much thinner, and he stepped into it with one foot and walked back and forth.

After a few hours, he shook his head, but he didn't see the person from the Demon God Clan, and he had already left.

Immediately, turn around.

Three days later, he came to the entrance of the Qiankun Realm, a fractured mountain range with many faint light sources shrouded in it.

Of course, if ordinary people want to step into it, they will be blocked by the Qiankun Realm.

But Li Pu is different, he can be said to be the master of this small world.

"I'm going to retreat, and whatever happens to me, don't disturb me, and don't leave here. Li Pu looked at Zhuo Xiaoqian and said seriously.

"Huh, how long will it take?" she exclaimed.

"There's a stream there, there's a vegetable garden behind the thatched house, and you stay here. Li Pu didn't explain anything, brought Zhuo Xiaoqian here, but went on the road alone.

Although the Qiankun realm is good, it is not the most ideal place.

His next realm is the realm of saints, and if he wants to break through the realm of saints, it is obviously difficult to have the memories of countless celestial bodies.

It's a transcendent realm.

Saint is above all living beings, beyond life and death, it is nothing more than the five elements, controlling heaven and earth.

Since ancient times, there have been many cultivators, but it is difficult for a few to step into this realm.

Leaving the Qiankun world, Li Pu stepped into the vast world, walking alone, walking and listening, listening to the wind and watching the rain.

After a few days, his whole person calmed down, and there was an indescribable ethereal spirit in his heart, like glass.

Half a month later, he forgot everything and sat cross-legged on a mountain col, among the ancient trees, and weeds everywhere.

"St. He whispered, his eyes were calm, his heart was like water, and his figure seemed to be more and more blurred, turning into a rain of light, as if he wanted to blend into this world.

If a cultivator came over at this time, it would definitely shock all this.

In the eyes of outsiders, his body seemed to have been disintegrated by a mysterious force, without the breath of life, and he could not feel the beating of his soul.

A month later, before he fully integrated into heaven and earth, this was a manifestation of the cultivation of the natural path to the extreme.

Merge with heaven and earth, kiss with all things, and derive a small world of its own.

This small world is not a realm, but a true way of a saint, representing the supreme control of this realm.

Whew!

A gust of wind blew and rolled up the dead leaves on the ground, fluttering and falling here.

A bird, looking down from his heights, cast a large shadow and finally galloped off into the distance.

Soon after, a small squirrel came and bounced in, stayed here for a while, and eventually went away.

Three months later, some of the birds gathered here, hovering high in the sky, perched on top of the ancient trees, but their eyes fell here.

"What's going on there? "Someone passed by and saw a scene of surprise.

Many wild beasts have gathered and rested here, but they have not bothered there, as if some kind of strange treasure is about to be born.

The man looked closer, but frowned, for he saw that the col had little to do but weeds.

Shaking his head, he walked away.

Not long after, someone passed by here, raised his head, and he saw a touch of purple qi looming in the sky, and his heart was shocked.

And then came here, sat cross-legged for a few days, the bottleneck of the imperial road that had plagued him for many years suddenly broke, and he showed surprise and left laughing.

Time passed, and two years passed in the blink of an eye.

More and more wild beasts are gathered here, and when viewed from above, they are densely packed, like a kingdom of animals.

Occasionally, people pass by and are amazed, but few people stay here.

On the horizon, the purple gas became clearer and clearer, and a line spread down, as if the rainbow was about to fall.

"The Way of the Saints. Soon after, the young monk came, looking at the picture of the col and was stunned.

The unity of heaven and man, isn't this the way of the saints?

He sat cross-legged, observed, never left, and after three days, after a long thought, he decided to come closer.

Time flies, three years in the blink of an eye.

Between the mountain cols, the weeds have grown to three or five meters, and the ancient trees reach the sky, majestic and majestic, at first