Candle Nine left, and he didn't get the answer he wanted.

What they couldn't do in nearly a thousand years, Wanyetian did it in just ten years.

He died, and a thousand years later, he was alive again.

Is this the power of that realm?

The main hall that serves as a mausoleum is called the Reverse Heaven, is it some kind of hint?

A lone swallow flew high in the sky through the wind and sand, turned into a cloud of green smoke, and soon disappeared without a trace, and the earth was like an endless ocean of yellow sand.

Of course, Ye Tingfeng knew the origin of the name, and the realm he didn't say.

Drinking under the moon that year, Wan Yetian came up with a name for that realm.

Transcendence!

Everything is in the law, and the saint is no exception, and mastering the law is like a king mastering the law, but to live here, you have to be limited by it, even if you can ignore it, but after all, it is here.

So there is no point in the sage trying to master the law...... It is wrong to say that all the saints are ants, because the saints are also ants.

Being in it, you will eventually be an ant, and only by being detached from it can you control everything.

Transcendence from life and death, detachment from reincarnation, transcendence from everything!

So you can die and be born again,

This is against the sky.

All the arrangements in the Temple of the Heavens are to bring Wan Yetian to life, but only he can come back to life, because he is the only one who has reached the realm of transcendence.

I don't know why he used this way to travel to today, a thousand years later, maybe to avoid the poor one-horned fairy Bai Xue, or maybe because he was invincible, hoping to come to the present day to find an opponent in this way.

Whatever the purpose of that,

Listening to the wind at night, I knew that I couldn't sleep lazy anymore.

Wan Yetian disappeared, it turned out to be a resurrection from the dead, so those who also disappeared back then......

Ye Tingfeng looked in the direction where the lonely smoke disappeared, which was also the direction in which Candle Jiu left, and he didn't chase it, because the other party was too fast, and he couldn't catch up.

It's so fast that it gives the illusion that he's tearing through space and moving, so that he appears abruptly wherever he goes.

Ye Tingfeng felt that Wan Ye Tian was the same, he was always ahead of all cultivators, and his progress was so rapid that no matter what kind of realm he reached, it was not surprising.

Ten thousand nights are mainly based on killing, every time he makes a move, the monstrous murderous aura shakes the nine clouds, the sun and the moon are like blood, even in such a desert, the infinite killing intent will be condensed into blood flowers.

The mind moves, and the heavens and the earth change color.

Only in terms of momentum, he is inferior to him.

"It's good that he's a demon, not a demon. ”

Ye Tingfeng looked at the pile of Xisha and muttered, "And it's on our side, otherwise I really don't know what to do." ”

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The rain of the Beacon Volcano had been raining for a long time, and the thirty days of the Sect Sect had finally come to an end, during which time some people had died, but the rest were the real elite.

Feng Xiaohan was carried back by Lu Yingfeng,

Cui Weiming was in the pain of his daughter's "running away from home", and when he heard that the disciples had returned, the first thought that arose was to ask Feng Xiaohan why he didn't fulfill his promise and take good care of his daughter.

But when he saw the unconscious Feng Xiaohan, he was suddenly startled, and his divine sense swept over, knowing that his internal organs were all injured, almost fatal, and he immediately lost that thought.

Cui Weiming was in He Xirou's room, and listened to her tell the story alone, no matter how big or small. When he heard the battle in the river, he remained silent, as if this one

It's a common thing. Knowing that there were three floors of space inside, and the laws of space were disordered, he only raised his eyebrows.

It wasn't until He Xirou said the name of that person, and Mo Qiu and the others were disciples of the Demon Sect, that their faces changed.

The battle between Feng Xiaohan and Mo Qiu in front of the Gate of the Anti-Heaven Temple was simply brought by her, and Cui Weiming's mind was on other things, and he didn't notice this.

Coming back from the dead, it's really amazing enough to shock everyone, but what's even more discoloring is that the resurrected person is called Wan Yetian.

How did he do it?

And who was the man who spoke to him?

What really happened a thousand years ago?

Is the strong man who disappeared with him still alive?

There were too many questions that puzzled him, but the thing that caught his attention the most was that Wan Yetian said that he wanted to find a sword boy......

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In a mountain far away outside Tiehuai City, red maples are like felt.

Autumn has not yet faded, under the bare tree trunks, everywhere are fiery red leaves, there are two people sitting here, as if in a sea of fire, in front of a teapot that has not yet been boiled.

"Were you dead before?"

Liu Panpan looked at the young man in front of him, although the white hair really didn't look like a young man.

After a long time, Wan Yetian said, "Sort of." ”

He really thought about it seriously, but gave such an ambiguous answer, Liu Panpan was really not satisfied.

"Death is death, and not death is not death, what do you mean?"

"And what is death?"

Wan Yetian looked at the teapot, looked forward to it, and said: "The body has lost its vitality, the spirit has dissipated, and the sea of consciousness is gone? If so, then I am dead." ”

"Listen to you, is there any other explanation for death?"

He began to regret it a little, the little girl in front of him had a good heart, but women have a curious heart, and they can never stop if they are not satisfied. Especially like Liu Panpan, who is usually not very curious, when she is really curious, it will be even more serious.

At the beginning, He Xirou's curiosity was aroused, and he was out of control, and directly let Feng Xiaohan move into Zizhu Courtyard, which also made him the target of everyone.

Wan Yetian sold some tea leaves in a small teahouse in the city, leaving behind a golden leaf, and the excited tea owner almost knelt down and kowtowed to him.

As a sword boy, Liu Panpan naturally has to take on the heavy responsibility of making tea.

But since the beginning, she has been asking questions, Wan Yetian doesn't like to talk, but she refuses to stop.

Wan Yetian remained silent on the surface, and said calmly: "Some people have been hiding in the cave since they were born, and they have been practicing in it until they die. ”

"There is no difference between such a person and a dead person. ”

"Yes, but I'm different, the name of the white-haired madman has been passed down to this day, and although it has become a legend, it can be said that it is not completely dead. ”

Wan Yetian's mind moved, and a hare not far away collapsed to the ground weakly, and after a few convulsions, it was cut off.

The unicorn went and came back.

Liu Panpan said: "Why are you strong people always ambiguous when you speak?"

Wan Yetian looked at her and said, "Because many things can't be summarized in words, such as the way of heaven, such as laws, such as love, and what you ask." ”

He knew what the other person was really trying to ask.

But that involves the way of heaven, and if the cultivation is not enough, it is naturally different to see the scenery, even if he can describe those scenery in words, he can't understand it with Liu Panpan's current realm.

"Gollum, Gollum. ”

With the sound of hot air and boiling water, a white mist erupts from the spout, carrying the fragrance of tea.

Autumn wind, maple leaf red,

With the fiery sunset, the maple leaves on the ground are even redder, and there is no feeling of depression in the forest, but rather a sense of escape.

"Leisurely and leisurely water moon, quiet flowing water and flying flowers. On a full moon night, the sky is long, and I want to chase the wind away, but the sky does not give such a leisure. ”

Wan Yetian twisted the teacup, watched the tea leaves rise and fall, suddenly remembered such a poem, and asked: "Do you know who wrote this poem?"

Liu Panpan reads the library and is more knowledgeable than ancient and modern, but he can't remember such a poem, so he said: "I haven't heard it." ”

"This is written by your ancestor Xuanhong Zhenren, he thinks that the highest state of cultivation is to be an idle cloud and wild crane, nothing to drink tea, look at the clouds, wander around when you are idle, go back to the hut to sleep beautifully when you are tired, and cut it if you don't like it. ”

Wan Yetian said: "This is the way of Changming Sect, I admire it, and I have always wanted to try this road." ”

Liu Panpan was stunned, he thought it was just a gossip full of literary and artistic fan, but he didn't expect it to be the words of the ancestor master, and after savoring it, it did have a bit of true meaning, and said: "This kind of life is good, but what cultivators should pursue is the avenue, not return to their hometown to retire." ”

"Xuan Hongzhen is missing, but unlike me, he really went to find a rural pensioner, but that will only make his realm more intelligent. ”

Wan Yetian took a sip of tea, his lips and teeth were fragrant, although it was not the best tea, but it was enough to enjoy it, and said: "That Feng Xiaohan is very interesting, it can be seen that he is still seeking himself, and it is very likely to become the second Xuanhong." Xuanhong Lao'er has never cultivated the Tao, but cultivated himself. ”

Listening to these words, Liu Panpan was very touched, seemed to understand something, and asked, "What is the Demon Gate cultivating?"

"The three thousand avenues can be mixed, but my demon gate only cultivates the four words 'free by me', that is, to follow the mind. ”

Wan Yetian said: "Don't fight, you can't get it, don't ask for the immortal saint, just ask me." Fang is a demon. ”

"Sounds ...... It is very similar to the patriarch's monastic philosophy. ”

"It's really similar, but the essence is different, Genhong cultivates himself, so he knows himself very well, and knows how to achieve true peace in his heart, so he disappeared after the war. And the freedom of the demon gate is more like killing someone who is unhappy. ”

"That's why the demon gate is suppressed so badly, after all, there are many bad people in the world, and following oneself will only magnify the evil in one's heart, and then be condemned by thousands of people and punished. ”

"The human mind is the most complex, don't magnify those tiny things, how to recognize them, how to truly understand yourself, and then cultivate yourself?"

Liu Panpan was silent, and this conversation seemed to be raising the bar,

But every sentence the other party said was reasonable, but it was a little crooked, and she would not have paid attention to it if it was someone else, but this was said by the strongest person in the eternity, so she fell into deep thought.

Wan Yetian is not good at talking, but he likes to talk about the Tao the most, and when he drank wine under the moon that year, he and Ye Tingfeng discussed the Tao the most.

Liu Panpan is a true genius, born for cultivation, so Wanyetian was born to explore the avenue.

The theory of the transcendent realm that has silenced Ye Tingfeng for a long time is such an unbelievable theory, which is simply a big rebellion.

But the confirmation of thousands of years, Ye Tingfeng also had to admit that this problem that had plagued countless generations of saint-level powerhouses was solved by him in one word.

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