The expression of the wooden road man became extremely solemn.

He cast a spell, and rain fell from the air, washing away the blood stains on his body, he took off his robes and put on a new one, he carefully groomed his pale hair, and bound it with a gold-encrusted hosta...

He cleaned himself up, his temperament suddenly became reserved, and he knelt down and bowed towards the altar.

His every movement is extremely religious, like a believer worshipping a god: solemn and sacred.

Even if the time is very urgent, if there is a mistake in etiquette, in his heart, it is also a blasphemy against the Emperor of Heaven.

About half a pillar of incense, the wooden Taoist worshipped in front of the altar.

The altar is filled with the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes of time, as if a great river of time is flowing endlessly, and the changes of history are rising and falling in it.

Nine massive dragon bones exuded supreme coercion.

This coercion formed a supreme barrier, and anyone who approached the Imperial Sword and delusionally tried to read the Imperial Sword would be crushed by this coercion.

The white jade round platform that was tens of zhang in size was in the enchantment, and it was extremely sacred.

The huge golden sword in the center of the white jade round platform stands quietly there, symbolizing a kind of supreme power.

Mu Dao was both excited and sad in his heart, and after losing his mind for a moment, he took out a white jade treasure bottle from his bosom and poured out a drop of blood like gold.

The blood exuded an incomparably noble aura, exuding the domineering aura of grazing the creatures of the world, exuding dazzling brilliance, like a golden sun, flying towards the golden giant sword on the altar, dripping on the hilt.

'Boom'

The sound of the Great Dao sounded, the supreme truth appeared, and the laws of heaven and earth changed endlessly.

'Zheng'

The sound of the sword roared above the nine heavens, and the golden giant sword burst out with endless golden light, and the whole world was still.

Loud hope, the avenue revealed.

The golden giant sword turned into a huge dragon shadow, divine and majestic, inviolable.

It looked at the wooden Taoist who was kneeling on the ground, then at the black lotus in the void, and then with a dragon roar, it flew out of the jade platform, getting bigger and bigger.

Between heaven and earth, there was a slaughter, and the golden giant sword became bigger and bigger, giving birth to a kind of supreme aura that it was connected to the sky and the earth, as if heaven and earth could not contain it.

Endless sword qi filled the heavens and the earth, and with the momentum of looking at the world, the giant sword slashed towards the black lotus in the void.

Mu Daoren was startled, shouted 'no', and then added a scabbard wrapped in precious jade in his hand.

A blazing purple light shot out from the scabbard, turning into a huge purple light hand, grasping the golden giant sword in his hand.

The golden giant sword gradually became smaller, and unwillingly let out a sword sound, flew up from the jade platform, and fell into the scabbard.

Mu Daoren glanced at the sword in his hand with satisfaction, then turned his head and looked in the direction of Tang Bai.

Tang Bai was completely shrouded in black mist, forming a black cocoon.

With Tang Bai as the center, all the Ling Banners around the ancient city were connected to him, and endless black light poured into his body strangely along the Ling Banner.

The large array laid out by the Mudao people was actually based on Tang Bai.

Tang Bai's dantian's 'lotus seed' was like a black hole, absorbing the black light that poured into his body, and under him, a black and white lotus platform appeared, holding Tang Bai up, forming a straight line with the black rush lotus flower in the void.

Tang Bai and Black Lotus, between the two, use the Lingqi as a channel to produce a connecting channel.

The suction of the 'lotus seed' became stronger and stronger, and the color of the lotus platform and black and white under Tang Bai's body continued to change, and I don't know how long it took, only a loud sound of 'boom' was heard, which woke Tang Bai up slightly from the state of being quiet to empty.

A dark world appeared in his sea of consciousness, and this world made him strange and familiar.

His consciousness walks in the darkness, and no matter how he walks, he can't get out of the boundless darkness.

He seems to have returned to the fetus in his mother's womb, and his body and spirit have changed into a subtle state, where his mind and qi are mixed, and the upper and lower flows with heaven and earth, resulting in a sense of great bliss of yin and yang.

In a trance, he seemed to exist, and he seemed to be an element in nothingness: it was wind, it was rain, it was water, it was fire, it was a pebble in the mountains, it was a small particle in the soil, it was a word, it was a scripture...

There seems to be nothing.

He seems to be shuttling through the endless universe, shuttling through time without beginning and end, without thinking or thinking, without anyone and without self, eternal and unchanging.

Until a roar sounded in his sea of consciousness.

The sound was mighty, like the sound of the avenue, breaking through the night, pulling him out of the infinite darkness, returning from the boundless universe, restoring his clarity, and putting his mind in a state of extreme quietness, such as the so-called 'emptiness', without the slightest pollution, empty and clear.

Soon, he found that the qi between heaven and earth was surging from all directions, constantly pouring into his body, and flowing into his dantian along the breathing veins, like a raging flame, burning his dantian.

The true element of the dantian has solidified to the extreme, like a refined steel, like the hardest crystal.

The rules of the avenue, yin and yang to the extreme, things must be reversed.

He only heard a loud 'boom', like a spring thunder exploding in his body.

The true essence of the dantian was so hard that it shattered and turned into countless fine particles, undulating and tumbling.

Tang Bai was shocked, his lower abdomen seemed to be experiencing a thousand cuts, and for a while, his breath was chaotic, the pain was unbearable, and his spirit was sluggish.

Then the demons emerged, and I saw a monster with the head of a bull and a human body, holding a triangular fork in his hand, stabbing at him viciously, no matter how he escaped, he could not escape; the triangular fork stabbed at his body, piercing one hole after another, and the blood flowed out of his body like a small river, endlessly; immediately after that, the wound began to fester, and the carrion exuded a foul smell and was full of maggots; countless crows flew in the sky, rushing to bite the carrion of the wound, and soon biting him into a white bone.

Then he saw that the yin fire was burning him, the orange flame was jumping up and down, and the whole body was burning with pain, which was extremely uncomfortable, and the grease on his body dripped on the yin fire, making the flame bigger and bigger, and instantly surrounded him completely, burning into ashes.

After a while, another middle-aged couple appeared, their faces seemed to change, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into two huge monsters, stretched out their long tongues and licked at him, trying to bite him to pieces and swallow him.

。。。。。。

He fell into an endless nightmare, and for a while, his breathing was chaotic, his true yuan was scurrying in his body, and all kinds of thoughts in the sea of consciousness continued to grow and grow, and his consciousness was muddy.

But deep in his heart, there seemed to be a voice calling him, and it seemed to be reciting calming scriptures, so that his heart always kept a little clear, like a candle flame, never extinguished in the wind and rain.

In the sea of knowledge, the thoughts of the first yang awakening and the second yang are like two big Buddhas, emitting golden light, constantly suppressing those evil and distracting thoughts.

The thought of one yang made him not lose his mind, and the thought of two yang made him realize the origin.

The thought of the sunshine floats in the sea of knowledge, purifying his thoughts, making his mind slowly return to calm, allowing him to see the light in the darkness, and letting his consciousness return to the sea of knowledge and regain clarity.

At this time, he blessed his soul and knew that his cultivation was breaking through to a higher realm, so he couldn't help but calm down, and ran the Dafa of "Nine Turns of Jindan" taught by the Mudao people some time ago, and his consciousness turned into an invisible hand, kneading the true yuan of the dantian in his hand, constantly rubbing it, kneading it into a ball, forming a pure and colorless Dan billet.

Dan billet is completely bright and clean, not polluted or stained, with the heaven and earth for a long time, and with the sun and the moon.

He took his mind as the dragon and the true yuan as the tiger, and for a time, the dragon soared all over the world, the tiger roared in the wind and clouds, the dragon and the tiger complemented each other, and the yin and yang returned to their positions, which was in line with the meaning of cultivation.

There are demons in the avenue, there are elephants in the trance, the body is the furnace, the essence is the material, the heart demon is the fire, the essence, the qi, and the spirit are kneaded together, and the three are integrated to achieve the Jindan Avenue.

Unconsciously, Tang Bai entered the realm of selflessness again, thoughtless, let it be natural, like sleep not sleep, like a dream not a dream, hazy saw that there is an extremely clear rule between heaven and earth, like a road leading to a distance, in front of him, he can't see the way to come, he can't see the end, but he guides the direction of progress.

This is the way, the one who becomes the golden pill, the visible avenue.

Time is silent, and in the blink of an eye, it is half a month.

Mu Dao people saw Tang Bai sitting on the ground, motionless, the true yuan fluctuations on his body were extremely active, thinking that he was breaking through the realm, and he would not wake up for a while and a half.

He pondered for a while, commanded the dance with his right hand, and a row of large characters appeared on the ancient mottled city wall, and then took out a worn-out animal skin map, put it on Tang Bai's chest, looked back at the boundless ancient city wall, and flew towards the battlefield as soon as his body moved.

He didn't follow the path he came from, and half a month later, he appeared in front of a mountain of bones.

This mountain of white bones is huge, many of the white bones on it have regenerated their minds, and they have fought with each other, and the most harmful white bones are glowing with a faint golden light, a hundred feet high, moving like a mountain, and the eyes of the two huge skeletons are burning with pale golden fire. He held a broken scythe in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the sky seemed to be cut in half, forming a dark void crack, and then there was a 'clanging' sound, and the psychic white bones around him shattered into powder under the scythe.

When the wooden Daoist appeared, he seemed to feel something, turned his head, the fire in the skeleton's eyes flickered, and he stepped down, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the wooden Daoren.

He didn't make a move, the fire in the skeleton's eyes flickered with invisible fluctuations, there was no sound, but an invisible ripple was emitted.

But the Mudao people understood what he meant, and this was a more advanced method of communication than words.

Mu Daoren narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "Borrow!"

The white bone nodded, and then pointed to the imperial sword in the hand of the wooden daoist.

Mu Daoren laughed, and suddenly drew his sword casually, a dragon groan, the supreme coercion spread, and a kind of oppression that made the soul tremble and suffocate fell from the sky, so that those white bones who had just produced spiritual consciousness, under this coercion, the flame of the soul was instantly extinguished, as powerful as the white bone giant in front of him, and the fire in the eyes of the skeleton also became swaying, and the invisible force oppression made his soul flame possible to be extinguished at any time.

The skeleton fell to its knees in fear, and the bones on its body crackled.

Mu Daoren sneered: "Dog, if you don't listen to your good words, you will not be thick, blaspheme the majesty of the Emperor of Heaven, and die." After saying that, with a sword in his hand, the powerful white bone giant was instantly shattered in the sword light.

The mountain of bones became silent, and there were still the surviving psychic white bones, which were already lying on the ground.

In the distance, a voice came, saying: "You are still so extreme, you are born with affection, this white bone does not know that you are the emperor sword in your hand, unintentional move, why is it so?" As soon as the words fell, two streamers fell in mid-air, and in front of him was a young monk wearing a Taoist robe.

The person who came was Qin Youdao, the senior brother in the mouth of Mu Dao, and Qin Youdao was followed by a young man in white, with bright eyebrows and bright teeth, a smart face, and his eyes were constantly staring at Mu Dao people.

Mu Daoren glanced at the young man in white and said, "Who is he?"

Before Qin Youdao could speak, the young man bowed and saluted, and said, "Bai Xiaoming to see Uncle Shi." ”

Mu Dao looked at Qin Youdao and asked, "Your disciple?"

Qin Youdao nodded.

Mu Daoren twisted his fingers and calculated, then frowned, and said, "Qin Youdao, did you help him cover up the heavenly machine?"

Qin Youdao shook his head and said, "No." ”

Mu Daoren looked at the young man in front of him seriously, and then pointed at Bai Xiaoming's eyebrows, about half an hour later, he withdrew his fingers, and muttered in his mouth: "Weird, weird, there is such a life?" After speaking, he looked at Qin Youdao and said, "You and I can't see through this person, you can't take him to the underground palace." ”

Qin Youdao said disapprerovingly: "It's okay. ”

When the Mu Dao man heard this, his expression changed, and Bai Xiaoming felt a ruthless murderous aura envelop him, and this murderous aura was extremely weird, so that he couldn't have any thoughts of resisting, as if the Mu Dao man wanted to kill him, it was the luck he had cultivated for thousands of years, and it was the luckiest thing in his life.