Wang Yi's body shook, and he gradually crossed his knees, and the cultivation in his body spread out, while resisting the amazing water pressure and cold, his body slowly sank...

The Lancang River, the water depth is thousands of zhang, or ten thousand zhang, throughout the ages, no one has ever known its exact depth, the water pressure in the river, terrifying and abnormal, beyond his imagination...

With his cultivation at the peak of the early stage of his transformation into a god, coupled with the copper skin and iron bones he had cultivated by practicing the "Immortal Dao Body", he actually struggled to move an inch in this river, which made people have to sigh at the magic and horror of nature...

Wang Yi's body continued to sink, and after sinking for a distance of about 100 zhang, the water pressure around him was finally completely reflected, and at this time, it felt as if someone was stuck in his throat, his breath was disordered, and his breathing was not smooth...

Wang Yi's cultivation dispersed and continued to sink....

Two hundred zhang..

Three hundred zhang....

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Here, is the limit of what Wang Yi can bear at the moment, because the lower it is, the stronger the pressure in the water, for the Lancang River, Wang Yi is an outsider, a different existence from them....

Wang Yi, although he is a god-transforming monk, he obviously can't fight against the entire Lancang River.

Five hundred zhang is his limit, and the water pressure around him at this moment is as strong as a forbidden area, and even gives him the feeling that it is no less than facing the attack of a master in the Dacheng stage....

Wang Yi slowly closed his eyes, at this moment, he did not absorb the power of heaven and earth, his body formed a cycle of his own, his divine thoughts spread out, and melted into every drop of water....

The river water is cold, the bottom of the river is 500 zhang, the biting cold, far beyond his usual imagination, not only freezing his body, but even his divine thoughts, under this cold, gradually appear stagnant...

The Lancang River, mysterious since ancient times, existed from the moment it was born from the Demon Continent, and even, even earlier, when Pangu opened the world...

Some people say that it was transformed by the blood of Pangu Emperor when he opened the world...

It is also said that it is the seven gods of heaven and earth, and after the fall of the water god, his life's cultivation and the origin of water have been transformed....

Some people even say that the Lancang River comes from the distant extraterritorial starry sky, and at its end, it is not the sea, but a beautiful world that is not known to be countless times wider than the starry sky.

There are many legends, but one thing is undeniable, that is, the Lancang River is not as calm and vast as its surface, and its depths have a terrifying power, that kind of power, which is called the origin of water....

For countless thousands of years, there have been many monks who have tried to understand its origin through this river, but none of them succeeded, and all of them fell in the deep water.....

Wang Yi's body began to tremble incessantly, a cold feeling, pain into his heart, the ubiquitous water pressure, constantly condensed around, more and more, forming a strong repulsive force, his mind appeared in a trance, deep in his heart, there seemed to be thousands of voices, in his ears, constantly shouting...

"Get out of here, get out of here... You don't belong to us.."

It seems that this underwater world is incompatible with Wang Yi at this moment....

After half a pillar of incense, when this power was strong to the extreme, Wang Yi's divine thoughts collapsed, and his body rushed out in an instant, breaking through the river in a blink of an eye, and landed on the boulder, the whole person turned pale, and spurted out mouthfuls of blood...

On the boulder, Wang Yi gasped for breath, and his eyes showed a deep groan....

Water pressure, because of the repulsion of water...

rejection is because he is not part of the Lancang River...

If you want to be accepted by the Lancang River and exist for a long time, you can only blend into the water and become a part of the water....

Wang Yi took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, and it took two whole days to recover...

The surface of the river is ups and downs, and the river is roaring, but for the wide Lancang River, it is basically calm, which is completely different from his feeling at the bottom of the river....

Wang Yi looked at the Lancang River, his eyes were faintly bright, he thought silently for a moment, stood up again, and jumped into the river....

The river water is still cold, this time, a little better than the last time, Wang Yi sank into the water and insisted on the time of two teas...

After two cups of tea, his figure rushed out of the river, his face turned pale, and he landed on the boulder...

This time, after recovering from his injuries, Wang Yi did not sink to the bottom, he crossed his knees on the boulder, looked at the river, and groaned for a long, long time....

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, a year passed....

Heaven and earth are lonely, this place is inaccessible, for a whole year, Wang Yi did not move, his body, like a fast rock, and the nearby heaven and earth, as if they became one....

Occasional wind and frost, occasional rain and snow, the changes of heaven and earth, the alternation of the sun and the moon, the dust between heaven and earth fell on his body with the wind, and in the mist, in the rain, turned into mud, firmly stuck to his body, accumulated over time, more and more, mixed into one, his body, at this moment, is like a human-shaped mountain stone, and the nearby mountains and rivers, there is no difference...

Slowly, there were birds flying south, from time to time, stopping on his head, and even, some birds, on his body, built a nest one by one....

For a year, on the boulder, Wang Yi's figure did not move, his eyes never opened, he was understanding with his heart, how to integrate with heaven and earth, with rocks, and even with the surging river...

This integration does not mean that the mind is one, but that the whole person, the whole person, is one...

In a year, he has made a lot of progress, but he is still a lot worse than integrating with the river that is flowing all the time, to understand the trajectory of all the water droplets in it, and to understand their reincarnation....

"Only by forgetting and forgetting the existence of oneself can we become one with the world around us..."

"I understand that.... Merge with the static things in heaven and earth, and I can do it.... However, I have never been able to merge with those things that are exercising vigorously all the time..."

"All things in heaven and earth, both static and dynamic... All contain the power of heaven and earth, and they are all under the rules of heaven and earth.... It's just that those static things, the power of heaven and earth in them is hidden.... And those dynamic things, the power of heaven and earth is explicit...."

Wang Yi realized again, and a few days later, he sank into the river again, cross-kneeling and realized.

Time passed again, a year, five years, ten years......

Twenty years later....

Wang Yi crossed his knees in the depths of the Qianzhang waters of the Lancang River, his eyes were slightly closed, his body was a little translucent, and he was slowly swaying with the water at the bottom of the river, and the whole person seemed to turn into flowing water.

Half a year later, in the underwater, Wang Yi's eyes opened, and at the same time, the coldness around him and the terrifying water pressure became strong again, but before it broke out, Wang Yi's figure, like a waterspout, instantly rushed out of the water....

He slowly landed on the boulder, the whole person, without the slightest embarrassment, twenty years, his cultivation, not much change, is still only the peak of the early stage of the transformation of the gods, but his whole person's breath has undergone earth-shaking changes, it seems that his every move contains the charm of the Great Dao, and the pulse of the whole heaven and earth, keep the same....

"It's not enough.... A little bit worse .... My state of mind is difficult to maintain peace for a long time in the turbulence of the river..."

"I still can't forget, I'm me..."

Wang Yi groaned, and after a while, he slowly sat down again....

As he sat down, the breath of the whole person seemed to disappear in an instant, and the nearby heaven and earth, without the slightest incompatibility, merged into one....

The birds by the river happily landed on him, and his body, at this moment, seemed to be just a rock that the birds liked very much...

The river breeze blew, Wang Yi's long hair swayed gently, and with the direction of the wind, there was a rhythmic swing...

A month later, the weather turned cooler, and autumn in the Demon Continent arrived....

The autumn wind is howling, raging on the earth, and on the cliffs, countless shrubs, yellow!

The fallen leaves, in the autumn of the thick of the world, scattered and falling, overwhelming, whistling, whistling away, indescribable desolation, endless comfort....

On the surface of the river, the floating fallen leaves, or drifting with the waves, or gently rippling, or from time to time rushing out of the water with the waves, swaying with the wind, flying....

On the boulder, Wang Yi, who was like a rock, had some hollow eyes, but at this moment, he showed his brilliance, and he looked thoughtfully at the fallen leaves on the river.

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