Time only exists in the human body, in the consciousness of the person, time has no meaning, 10,000 years may be a moment in the human mind, and a moment can also be an eternal existence.

Tang Bai felt that after 10,000 years, his true yuan was constantly impacting the door of the 'Submarine Cave', and every impact was like a great and cruel war.

He always felt that he was in a fog, as long as he took a step forward, he could break through the fog and see the light, just like standing on the edge of a canyon shrouded in fog, as long as he jumped bravely, he could jump across the canyon, reach the other side, and see a different scenery.

He knew that this was an illusion, and it was also a demonic obstacle to his cultivation, and if he couldn't understand this illusion, demonic thoughts would breed in the sea of consciousness, and he would fall into the demonic path, and he would not be able to control himself.

He has practiced the "Nine Yang Sutra", one yang awakens the heart, can keep the heart pure, and the second yang is enlightened, and the heart will be wise.

He knew that this was not the best time to practice the 'Underwater Cave', and he ended his practice with great perseverance.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange space, surrounded by a haze with no edge in sight.

And the air around is very strange, angry and dead are entangled, after inhaling the heart, first a pain like a knife, and then as refreshing as drinking a cup of tea in the hot season.

This feeling is difficult to describe, like striking iron, putting iron tools into charcoal to burn red, hammering and then putting them into cold water to quench, ice and fire.

Mu Daoren took out the disc like Sinan again, and was calculating something, about a meal, he glanced at Tang Bai, and said, "Wake up!" Then he pointed to the left and said, "This way!" After speaking, he strode away.

Tang Bai couldn't help but be curious, chased after him and asked, "Senior Mu, can you tell me how I can help?" Mu Daoren looked at Tang Bai and pondered for a while before he said, "Chanting, Lotus Sutra." ”

Tang Bai was taken aback, he suddenly felt that in the eyes of the Mudao people, there was no secret at all.

This feeling was very terrifying, and he felt that the wooden people were very mysterious, mysterious to the point of being terrifying.

Neither of them spoke, walking silently in this gray space.

There is no night, no day, no living beings, it is a place of complete silence, as if it were a space abandoned by the world.

The two of them didn't know how long they had been walking, and suddenly, a faint fragrance filled the air, refreshing people's hearts and minds, making people feel refreshed, as if all the pores were breathing, and all the cells were cheering, giving birth to the feeling of floating into the fairy. It didn't take long for this fragrance to be completely replaced by a dead air, as soon as the dead qi entered his body, Tang Bai felt that his body was full of black silk threads, like his body was full of hair, growing in his flesh and blood, absorbing his essence and blood vitality, and he could even feel that Shou Yuan was passing quickly.

Just when he was at a loss, the Mu Dao man turned his head and said, "Take out the 'Soul Exorcism Lamp', or you will soon die." ”

Tang Bai hurriedly took out the pitch-black oil lamp, and then the black silk in his body rushed to the oil lamp in his hand like a flood that collapsed the embankment, and then the lamp flashed, igniting a black flame, and the oil lamp in his hand became insignificant, and even the soul had an inexplicable connection with the oil lamp.

Mu Daoren suddenly let out a light 'huh', looked at Tang Bai and said, "You actually used your life soul to ignite the soul fire?"

Tang Bai looked at him in confusion and said, "I didn't do anything." ”

The wooden man nodded, and fell silent again, obviously not believing, but not arguing.

Tang Bai only felt that he was holding his breath in his heart, and there was a depression that he didn't understand, he really didn't do anything.

With the 'Soul Exorcism Lamp' in his hand, the surrounding dead air was sucked into the Soul Lamp, and the black flame of the lamp became darker and darker, and became more and more gloomy, under the illumination of the black flame, the temperature around him dropped rapidly, giving Tang Bai the illusion of being in the Netherworld, and his soul was like soaking in a warm ocean at this time, which was not only very comfortable, but also constantly condensed.

The two of them walked through the lifeless area and entered the vast ancient battlefield.

The sky of the battlefield is broken, the earth is also broken, the blank is turbid, the turbidity is filled with the golden iron horse, the atmosphere of the battlefield swallowing thousands of miles, different energies form a strange scene in the void: there are countless soldiers fighting in the image, there are domineering and boundless men covering the sky with one palm, there are wonderful women with a sword and the cold light of the world changes, and there are monks who exude golden light all over their bodies...

The scenes appear and disappear from time to time, forming a virtual shadow like a sea market.

There are still countless fragments of magic weapons floating in the air of the battlefield, broken armor buried deep in the earth, exposed white bones, and powerful suffocating coercion.

Even time could not erase the traces of this battlefield, and the air was still filled with the breath of boundless killing and war.

Even if he was at the edge of the battlefield, Tang Bai could feel the powerful and incomparable murderous aura and battle intent, affected by this aura, his heartbeat continued to accelerate, his blood continued to boil, exuding a powerful battle intent out of thin air, and his whole body exuded a ruthless murderous aura, wanting to merge with the battle intent and murderous aura of this space.

"Fixed"

A shout sounded in Tang Bai's ears, like a thunderous explosion, Tang Bai instantly sobered up, his heart was shocked, and he ran the "Nine Yang Sutra", firm his mind, and his heart was like a Buddha living in his heart, suppressing the fluctuation of his heart.

There was once a huge war here, which shattered the world and became devastated, leaving behind endless bones, as well as the never-ending spirit of war and the breath of killing.

Mu Dao stood at the edge of the battlefield, motionless, his eyes were filled with crystal tears, indescribable sorrow, this is a kind of sadness from the depths of his soul, even Tang Bai was inexplicably infected by it.

After a while, the wooden man took a breath, calmed down, returned to his previous appearance, said 'Be careful!', and walked towards the battlefield.

As soon as Tang Bai was about to take a step, he heard a long horn sound in the battlefield, and for a moment, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the air was suppressed by a huge force, becoming very dull;

Then, Tang Bai saw those white bones buried in the earth suddenly stood up, holding the mutilated weapons, and fighting each other again.

Tang Bai had never seen a war so grandiose, so persistent, so tragic.

The sky exploded, the earth sank, and infinite energy erupted, destroying the world.

Mu Daoren stopped, looked at the battlefield in front of him very seriously, his expression was extremely solemn, and then pulled Tang Bai back and forth.

Tang Bai looked at the weirdness in front of him in shock, he saw a huge white bone without a head, holding a half-cut war knife, fierce and boundless, when it was waved, it was like a heavenly catastrophe descending into the world, endless divine thunder fell with his war knife, the void was full of electric light dancing wildly, and the thunder roared.

He was shocked in his heart, even if the Holy Fetus Killing Realm still a monk came, it would disappear in this kind of divine thunder.

Immediately after, he saw half a bead, exuding an infinite chaotic aura, a simple, desolate, desolate, and long-lasting aura spread along with the crystal blue light, like eternal light, shining on the boundless divine thunder, like the sun shining on the snow, and the domineering divine thunder melted in an instant.

He saw a wooden fish, the sound of the wooden fish, like thousands of monks and Buddhas singing, the voice is grand, majestic, pure, full of compassion for crossing the sea of suffering.

He saw an eyeball that shone out cruel, cunning, vicious, violent, ruthless, bloodthirsty, and countless demonic natures converged, like the eyes of ten thousand demons.

He saw that in the depths of the battlefield, one sword qi after another soared, and the light emitted by each sword qi was extremely thick, as if it was setting the stars and shining eternally.

He also saw a broken hand bone, holding a broken mirror, which resonated with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and there seemed to be an invisible avenue connecting the heavens and the earth around it.

。。。。。。

This great war, like the end of the world, the magic weapon is glorious and shining, roaring and shocking, and the huge energy continues to explode and collide, to return this world to nothingness.

Mu Daoren looked at the battlefield in the distance and said, "This is the imprint of war. ”

Tang Bai looked at the battlefield in the distance in a daze, and only felt that the eight words 'people are like ants, and life is like grass mustard' are very reasonable, even if these gods and demons are like beings, in heaven and earth, what is the difference between them and ants and grass mustard?

How long will the imprint of war last? The two of them sat cross-legged on the edge of the battlefield, meditating and practicing.

Tang Bai took out the scroll given by the Mudao people, studied it seriously, and when he didn't understand, he asked the Mudao people, and the two of them asked and answered, and Tang Bai learned quickly.

This is a method of mind refining, each of which has unique attributes, and the method of mind sacrifice required is also different.

Tang Bai has a lot of magic weapons, and every time he 'sacrifices' a magic weapon, a thought will arise in his sea of consciousness, and there are good and evil in these thoughts, some like fire, some like ice, some are full of vitality, some are lifeless, some are swords, and some are like lightning.

He sacrificed all the magic weapons in the purple gold ring, which were all the trophies of his past, and his sea of consciousness also had countless thoughts, like a universe that flashed countless stars, and in this universe, awakening and enlightenment were like two eternal suns, suppressing many thoughts.

He suddenly discovered that the method of sacrificial cultivation given to him by the Mudao people was also mixed with the method of mind cultivation, which actually had a complementary effect with the method of cultivation of the "Nine Yang Sutra".

Then, he took out the jade cut obtained from the Dayan Pagoda, and the wooden Taoist said lightly, and with a move, the jade fell out of his hand, played with it, and handed it to Tang Bai, before he said: "This is a Taoist weapon, with your current cultivation, you can't practice it." ”

Tang Bai was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "What is a Dao weapon!"

Mu Daoren glanced at Tang Bai and stopped talking.

Problem, Mudao people have the problem of speaking half of the problem, this is the most hateful, but sometimes there is no way to take this kind of person.

Tang Bai put away the jade and practiced quietly, occasionally asking some questions about his cultivation; the Mu Dao people sometimes answered some, some only said half a sentence, and the rest required Tang Bai to comprehend on his own.

In this way, although Tang Bai's cultivation speed is slower, his understanding of cultivation is much more profound.

The imprint of the war lasted for seven years, and in these seven years, Tang Bai had made a slight improvement in both his cultivation and his techniques, he was originally in the realm of the Essence Transformation Dantian Realm, but at this time, he felt that he only needed one opportunity, and his cultivation would have a big leap, and he would be able to shatter the essence of the dantian and condense the golden pill.

Only when you reach the realm of Jindan can you truly enter the path of cultivation.

After the imprint of war on the battlefield subsided, the dead silence returned, and the wooden people stood up and took the lead into the battlefield.

In the battlefield, Tang Bai was extremely cautious, always paying attention to the changes around him, and his pace of progress was always at the same frequency as that of the Mudao people.

After two months like this, the two avoided countless dangers and entered the depths of the battlefield.

Many times, Tang Bai felt that there were faint life fluctuations on the battlefield, and the powerful aura emanating from some magic weapons made him greedy, but he didn't dare to leave the wooden path man for half a step.

Ritual weapons move people's hearts, and they will also kill people.

Mu Dao is not in a hurry, he is very familiar with the battlefield, and can always avoid unknown dangers.

It's just that as soon as he entered the battlefield, he became extremely silent, his person, his heart, seemed to be integrated with the battlefield.

Tang Bai even gave birth to an illusion that the Mu Dao people were the heroic spirits of this battlefield, as if this was the battlefield he once had, and among the endless white bones, there were his comrades, his friends, his brothers, and his enemies, and he also belonged here.

Tang Bai felt that his idea was ridiculous, even if the wooden Dao man was gray-haired, even if he cultivated to a high level, but a person's longevity would never be able to survive for tens of thousands of years, if there were, how could it be a legendary immortal.

Immortal!

Even if Tang Bai has already cultivated, immortality is still just a legend.