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A feeling that has not been seen for a long time.

At this moment, Chen Ting, like the most ordinary mortal, was dressed in thin clothes and stayed in the biting cold wind of the midwinter night, which was an extremely cruel test for his physique and heart.

Feeling the coldness of his body, his face showing an unnatural flush, he couldn't tell for a moment whether it was real or illusory.

But a faint familiar thought flashed through him, which made him wake up immediately.

A cold winter night that is silent.

The claustrophobic villa of the Dead.

A dimly lit courtyard mansion.

A lone traveler in a black cloth shirt.

A cold and pressing sword.

Screams of despair and anger echoed.

Warm blood splattered everywhere.

Hideous and miserable corpses of men and women.

The dead silence after the killing, only a gust of cold wind blowing, solidifying the blood and freezing the corpses.

It was as if it were yesterday.

This is the first time Chen Ting has killed someone, just for a little monk who disobeys the Holy Sect, ruthless, and kills all over the house!

I still remember the desperate resistance of the people in the mountain villa at that time, the cry of pleading for mercy with small hopes, the cry of wow-wah in swaddling clothes, and the vicious curse of hatred, and in the end, there was only dead silence.

Even if it was a small fragment of his memory, thinking about it now, he could still feel the struggle in his heart at that time, the crazy desire to kill, and the fear and fear mixed with thick blood.

He still has no regrets.

Once you become a disciple of the Holy Sect, there are only two results in completing the mission: completion or death.

And to live is the lowest desire in his heart, and beyond that, he can abandon it!

Some are cowardly, some are cruel, some are even humble, some are crazy.

Once you enter the devil's path, it will be difficult to turn back for the rest of your life.

With the unwavering belief of living, he grew up in the Holy Religion with great difficulty.

Later, there were many opportunities, and the rare xenomorph talent was highlighted, and the cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and the status continued to rise, and he was finally listed as the Holy Son of Taiyin.

Scenes of cold and dazzling scenes, familiar shouts, like a tide.

It's like a retrospective memory, but it is more real, and even Chen Ting can see the slightest changes in the faces of those monks in the past, as well as some side details that he had not noticed before.

The metaphor of going backwards in life and starting anew is perhaps more appropriate.

It's an experience he's never experienced before, and it's always something he's reminiscing about, and it's not just a memory.

The scene continues to evolve.

As time passed, his cultivation became higher and higher, and the level of contact gradually increased.

Conspiracy, calculation, killing.

Gradually, he has become a great man who deeply impresses his own side and makes his enemies fearful.

But it was at such an unstoppable time that the turning point of life reappeared.

When he heard the news that his family had been slaughtered, he didn't go crazy, and even his anger was just a flash.

But he still looked into it.

The slaughter of the family was secretly ordered by the high-ranking members of the Holy Sect when he first became the Holy Son.

In the name of God, the Son is determined by heaven, and all vulgar relatives are insults to the Son and must be uprooted!

He accepted this.

But secretly, he still began to arrange a secret operation that swept the entire Holy Sect.

What about the Holy Son, the Holy Sect is still in the hands of those few people after all!

Life and death are controlled by others, this is absolutely unacceptable to him, he knows very well that sooner or later he will take this step, just in advance.

As a result, it failed as a matter of course.

The means of the high-level of the Holy Sect were far beyond his imagination.

Repression, round-up, hunt-down.

It was one of his most embarrassing periods.

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was his life, and he escaped from the layers of chasing.

until they fell to the foot of Xieshan Mountain.

After that, it was Chen Ting's experience for more than a year.

Xieshan changed, the altar of the blood pool stopped, entered the Mingyi Gate, traveled to Jinyue City, stepped into the realm of the fairy palace, and then to the first heaven, the second heaven, and the third heaven.

All the past passed like flowing water, and the picture was finally fixed on the gray and black void monument.

For a while, the time flashed, and all kinds of real scenes dissipated.

There was nothing else in front of him.

"Whether rich or poor, be alone, human nature is like this, selfishness, you can open the Qilan World Venerable Palace!"

There was no sorrow or joy, like the most cold and ruthless voice in the world, ringing in Chen Ting's ears.

As these words came, a flower suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and when he looked at it again, a blue-black temple flew from the void!

Serendipity, it turns out to be here!

When a magnificent and indescribable hall lay in front of him, Chen Ting's face was inexplicably shocked.

I don't know how big this temple is, the height is endless, the four directions are endless, and there is only the blue-black wall in the eyes, like a canopy, standing in the infinite void!

"The practitioner records that the universe must be multiplied by the thirteenth and nine hundred and seventy-sixth places, and the realm is determined, and the fate can be checked...... Enter the two-story Bai Lingzi grass house. ”

Another cold voice came.

This time, there was no feeling of whirlwind, just a quiet path suddenly appeared in front of me, leading to a weed house that had existed for an unknown number of years.

Regarding this result, Chen Ting inevitably had some gaps in his heart, but why the fate was still uncertain, and there might be a hole in the grass hut.

With this in mind, he took three steps and two steps, and quickly stepped onto the quiet path.

The majestic temple slowly disappeared, and the surroundings suddenly became a beautiful landscape, with flowers and trees, insects and birds singing often in the ears, and in the green forest, there was an ordinary and even somewhat dilapidated grass house.

The breeze blows, and the leaves fly and the flowers fly.

Chen Ting sighed, didn't say much, and quickened his pace to the front of the grass house.

Before the person arrived, he could see a line of small words by the grass gate: The old road of Pingyi Mountain is here.

The handwriting is quite clumsy, and at a glance, you can't help but have a sense of desolation of the years, but in addition, there is no peculiarity, it seems that it is just a certain Taoist priest with good calligraphy.

But it can make Chen Tingdu feel that the years have passed inexorably in a hurry, which is definitely not something that ordinary Taoist monks can do!

Perhaps, the reason why this ordinary grass hut can survive to this day is because of these eight characters.

Time erodes and leaves one thing behind, what a great power this is!

From Chen Ting's point of view, the realm of the old Tao that left these eight characters is absolutely unimaginable, and it has reached a state of returning to the basics!

Even if this kind of means does not use the slightest spiritual power, it has unfathomable power.

Thinking like this, he began to look forward to what was inside the hut more and more.

Chirping!

Behind the simple and unreasonable wooden door, there is really a hole!

The antique and antique arrangement, the landscape painting scroll, the poems, calligraphy and paintings, and even the four treasures of the study are all available, a small table stands on one side, and the green and white tea utensils are set up, which is very elegant.

However, these Chen Ting were just a quick glance, and what really made him care about it was actually only four places.

In the innermost part of the cottage, in front of the regular and simple bamboo green desk, three quaint books are quietly placed.

At first glance, these three scrolls have been eroded by time, but they are spotless and clean, and at the same time they have a soft luster, and at first glance they are not ordinary.

Walking closer, the titles of the three volumes came into view.

"Three Yang and Five Qi Wuwei Mind Method", "Oriental Zhengang Yuan Sun Fire", "Sheng Ping Dan Sutra".

From the title of the volume alone, some clues could be faintly seen, but Chen Ting did not rush forward to read it.

Although the opportunity of Asgard came easily this time, he was still very clear.

In Asgard, there is only one chance to decide, once these three scrolls are chosen, then the remaining three places will never have a chance to get them!

Because of this, he just stood motionless, thinking carefully.

At this time, the voice of an old man sounded in the grass house: "These three volumes are the life's work of an old friend, and those who receive this opportunity will inherit their aspirations and make a great wish to explore the wonderful principles of the world. Choose one of the six. ”

Hearing this, Chen Ting naturally became more and more cautious.

Not to mention whether he has a grand wish or not, these three books alone are not very attractive to him.

A mental method, judging from the upper limit of the opportunities that the monks of the Destiny Palace can get in the Immortal Palace, is also a profound exercise that can reach the second step of the cultivation path.

As for the latter two, one is suspected of being a supernatural method, and the other is a miscellaneous volume such as Danfang Sutra Commentary, which makes him even less interested.

Therefore, Chen Ting just listened to it, but did not have the slightest intention of touching this opportunity.

However, the last sentence of the old man's words made him fall in love.

Choose one of the six, could it be that there are six chances in this grass house?

But as far as he looks at now, there are only four places to come and go, and it seems that someone has already taken the lead in this place!

With some bad premonitions in his heart, Chen Ting continued to look at the next opportunity.

In the middle of the grass house, there is a bronze treasure mirror hanging high, and there is a faint light of green spirit on the mirror, as if at a glance, it can understand everything in the world, which is quite mysterious.

"Ten directions break the virtual mirror, break the illusion and see the gods, know the feng shui, and observe the human potential. Choose one of the six. ”

As if explaining, the previous voice came again.

Retracting his thoughts, Chen Ting groaned slightly, and then looked away again.

A small Dharma platform, on which there is straw paper, five elements of talismans, three incense burners and incense slowly circulating, as if eternal.

"Connecting the immortal altar, the turbidity world leads to the clear stream, and the spirit evolves all kinds of changes. Choose one of the six. ”

As for the last place, it is a half-man-high flower pot, which is planted with a crystal clear colorless flower, accompanied by the ups and downs of the aura, which is very peculiar.

"Twin flowers, plant one flower and get two fruits, once taken, can condense the distracted body. Choose one of the six. ”

Three books, one mirror, one altar, one flower.

How to choose, in a hurry, Chen Ting is really a little unsure.

Gradually, however, he began to make a decision in his heart, and slowly walked towards one of them.