Whether it is an immortal or a Dao, the direction of cultivation is to give up many things to improve one's cultivation. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When the cultivation is still low, the monk can still resist the demons out of nothing, but with the improvement of cultivation, the demons will become more and more difficult to solve, and the more they will need an excellent desireless and desireless heart to deal with, and even more than just the time to improve their cultivation!

This can really be understood as cold-blooded! In fact, Feng is not arrogant, he has seen it, the master of bitter rain, Lingyun is the existence of immortal cultivators! However, as the palace master of Shuiyun Palace, who has an extremely profound background, he almost doesn't have to kill people by himself, and there are very few people who know about it.

And the words of a cultivator, just like Tang Gong, simply put, is to find a direction by yourself, and then plunge into it, and you can't touch or think about other things, because you are afraid that you will shake your thoughts if you do it too many times.

This means that the loss may be countless opportunities, treasures, or others; And to cultivate in this way is to throw the seven emotions and six desires into one place, and the demons in the heart will also breed in this place, many places and one place, and it is self-evident who is easy and who is difficult to deal with, so when most people can't seek immortals, they are still willing to enter the Tao.

Feng Buao's will vaguely caught something, so his mind became more engaged in pursuing it like an outsider......

For the resurrection of the deceased, Bai Lao's mana turned into an immortal, what is the reason for his failure, is it the demon in his heart, or is it not enough cultivation, or is it a problem with Taoism, or, if it is because of the cultivation of the Tao to give up too many things, those exist......

If we understand immortal cultivators and cultivators, they are all considered monks with incomplete cultivation......

"The soul bears a hundred pains, the skin suffers a thousand times, and it has been cultivated for thousands of years. Bai Lao is a cultivator, because of the choice of the path to avoid many demons, but in the end he regrets being lonely, if he does not choose the path to avoid or guide all the demons, but all of them are faced with life, can he get the correct method of life and death..."

The wind is not arrogant and selfless in the realm of selflessness, and the ideas are getting bolder and crazier......

Two days later, the hour

Feng Buao didn't know how long he had been in meditation, and when he quit the state, there was no trace of strange grass on the stone again, and the frost on the stone was no longer there.

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally thought that since Bai Lao was a lonely person, it meant that if he wanted to control life and death, the Tao was not necessarily feasible, and the same was true for immortals, and the same may be true for other directions, because these monks all chose to cultivate in an 'incomplete life'.

But thinking about it on the basis of Bai Lao's innovative and innovative ideas, Feng Buao made a bold decision, the practice of cultivation is still self-realization, whether it is good or bad, the direction of cultivation, he gave up the Tao and gave up the immortal, and chose to cultivate the other!!

In order to realize the wish of resurrecting the deceased, he gave up the two recognized avenues of the immortal road! For the sake of this thought, he chose to suffer all the demons in the face of his heart, instead of avoiding or guiding the demons like the Immortal Dao with his seven emotions and six desires of mutilating himself, although when he ascended to the realm of cultivation, he would go mad because of this, or...

The terrible wind of the inner demon was not arrogant and no longer thought about it, but began to practice and comprehend on the basis of Bai Lao's simple method;

At this time, a strong white light suddenly shone around him, directly turning an acre of land into a dazzling existence like a white sun......

Ten days later, the dead forest was restored

Feng Buao's long hair turned strangely snow-white, and with the three green leaves in the center of his eyebrows, it looked quite fairy.

At this time, there is no more sadness on his body, and the aura exuded by the whole person is all the cleverness and liveliness of his childhood, at this time, he walked out of this ghost place with a faint smile...

As for the placement of the big ash, he put it next to the jade, and if the bird flies, it won't hurt the big ash, and the beast seems to be very afraid of this ghost place, and he should not dare to approach it for many years.

Once he has the storage artifact, he will immediately come back and take the big ash away......

As for how he quietly became a second-layer cultivator of Ning Yuan in the past ten days, and what he experienced in that jade place, it has become his great secret for the time being!

A day later, a certain mountain forest

"Who, come out." Feng Buao, who was heading to Zizhen, suddenly copied out the Heavenly Gourd, immediately pulled it away and aimed it at a certain place in the forest, and shouted.

Something approached from afar, and finally lurked there, and it was difficult to completely understand it with divine sense without seeing it with the naked eye, but it was undoubtedly a monk, or a legendary demon beast!

If he used the divine consciousness of the second layer of Ning Yuan, he would not be able to discover the hidden danger there, but his divine consciousness at this time was not the second layer of Ning Yuan! After quenching his body, his divine consciousness was already at the level of the Great Perfection of the Condensation Yuan Period, but he didn't use the method, and now that he has realized that he has become a practice, it is naturally different.

"Hmph, I didn't expect that in just a few months, you have become a monk of the second layer of Ning Yuan, and your divine sense can actually sense my location!"

The gourd pointed out from the green leaves of a person, only to see that the exposed skin surface of this person is covered with all kinds of poison marks, whether from the surface of his face or listen to his voice, it is very permeating, and this person is very similar to the poison has been deep, but he is standing upright, it is really weird.

While Feng Buao looked at this person, he also looked at the white-haired young man with a slight frown, especially observing the green leaves in the center of his eyebrows.

"Who the hell are you?" The wind is not arrogant and cold, and then asked.

The poisoned man raised his right hand unhurriedly, stretched out his tongue and licked the extremely long purple nails a few times, "Do you deserve to know the name of this seat?" ”

Bang~

Hearing this, Feng Bu was not arrogant and stopped talking nonsense, and slapped the gourd fiercely at the moment, and hundreds of poisonous needles shot out one after another with a muffled sound.

Due to the fact that the two sides were facing each other at this time, waves of poisonous needles were shot out from this side, and the other party's reaction was extremely fast.

I saw that his left hand waved suddenly, and a lot of purple mist in his sleeve spurted out, and in the blink of an eye, a half-foot huge purple mist snake condensed in front of him, and went straight to the poisonous needle.

The collision of the two made a sneering sound, and the fog snake did not flick off the poison needle like the substance, nor was it penetrated like an ordinary mist. The poisonous needle was firmly fixed in the body of the snake by the purple mist snake, floating strangely out of thin air.

"It's ridiculous that ordinary rags want to hurt this seat," the poisoned man sneered, and looked at the wind as if it were something insignificant, and his right hand was flicking his nails, and his left hand was half-clawed towards the latter's chest.

As he spoke, the invincible Shura Poison Needle quickly rose wisps of black smoke in the purple mist snake with a low hissing sound, and it was quickly corroded and faded away.

"Huh." The poisoned man was now clasping his arms around his chest, and his face was full of cat and mouse smiles.

Feng Buao will face the middle stage of Ning Yuan and still use a mortal secret weapon, undoubtedly without a spiritual weapon in his hand, in front of this fang, it is almost the existence of a lamb to be slaughtered.

But this fang seems to be a bit perverted, and likes to watch people die and struggle with resentment, so he is not in a hurry to kill him.

"I didn't expect that one of the willow thief's dogs was so powerful." Feng Bu arrogantly gritted his teeth and stared at this fang, without the slightest timidity. With Tang Gong's three-leaf wood method to protect himself, he doesn't believe that this thief can do anything to himself.

"Hehe, you can still have a hard mouth when you die, not bad, not bad." The man spoke gloomily, spitting purple mist from his left sleeve.

In the blink of an eye, the purple mist had already encompassed a huge area of two or three zhang, and the wisps were like spiritual snakes floating towards the wind and arrogance.

Hum! First, he snorted coldly, and almost at the same time retreated and dodged under his feet, and on the small mountain road, his body quickly retreated like a spirit monkey, "I can't tell who will die." ”

Scanning the surroundings at two speeds, looking for a suitable place to dodge, and collecting the gourd, he took out two daggers, unsheathed left and right, and crossed his chest.

The monks of the Condensation Yuan Stage can already use some Yuan Qi to form a shield, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary things to be injured, but it will take a moment to cast a spell with Yuan Qi to turn into a shield or light mask defense.

If you can get rid of the poisonous mist, there is still some hope for hurting this fang.

"Hehe, this seat can find here, do you think you can escape?" The man sneered gloomily, seemingly strolling leisurely, but every step he took was a foot away!

"Even if Your Excellency has some ghosts, do I have to be caught?" The other party unfolded his body, and the wind was not arrogant, and naturally he did not dare to slack off, and the flow speed of the cultivation vitality in the spiritual veins of the body suddenly became extremely fast with his thoughts, and the surface of his body was covered with a layer of faint white light, and the speed under his feet increased dramatically.

However, despite retreating at the speed of all the cultivation, the thief was still following in a leisurely stroll, and the distance was not only not widened, but was still rapidly closing......

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