As the saying goes, people's hearts are in danger, the heart of the Tao is only subtle, but the essence is the only one, and the jade is flawless and the world returns.

The human heart is dangerous and unpredictable, often blinded by desire, and the heart of the Tao is dark and unclear, difficult to pursue. Therefore, only by working hard and being single-minded can we find our true self.

And Huang Chaojin is very fond of the sword, Qianhua washed it all, realized the only true sword, and saw the truth. See the heart, see the truth, see the heart and see the nature, almost heaven and man.

The four realms of mind are the realm of seeking suffering, the realm of consciously acting as a disciple, the realm of non-thinking grandmasters, and the realm of enlightenment.

One realm and one world, one realm and one world, the higher the realm, the wider the world and the world, Huang Chaojin can achieve endless vitality, bright swordsmanship, and honoring the title, which has a lot to do with his state of mind.

If we compare cultivation to mountaineering, then the state of mind is low, like a monk seeking the realm of the afflicted, seeing that high mountain is like a mountain of swords. I often feel that my cultivation is difficult, but I am forced to practice as a last resort. With such a state of mind, cultivation is naturally like a bitter medicine and poison, and it is difficult to achieve great success.

Consciously practice the realm, then see the mountain is a mountain, they are also willing to climb the mountain, strong-willed, brave and diligent, for the practice, often feel willing to eat, if there is no accident, naturally have a job.

Instead of thinking about the realm of the grandmaster, he sees that the mountain is not a mountain, because he is already in the mountain, his heart is in the cultivation, eating and sleeping are all cultivation, he is already the unity of knowledge and action, and he is accustomed to nature.

As for the realm of enlightenment, but looking at the mountain or the mountain, his state of mind has been beyond the cultivation book, beyond the shackles, will be the top of the mountain, at a glance of the mountains are small, the mountain in his eyes is no longer a simple mountain, but the origin of the mountain, which can be described as the way.

Yang Jun stumbled by mistake, his state of mind broke the realm of conscious disciples, and he stepped into the realm of non-thinking grandmasters, which can be said to be one in ten thousand, but Huang Chaojin has actually come into contact with the realm of enlightenment heaven and man, which is really shocking.

It's just that the state of mind is not like cultivation, which can be easily displayed in front of the world and can be easily recognized and familiarized. Like Yang Jun, he is still ignorant of his state of mind, not the true face of Hengshan, only because he is in this mountain, and he is also in the blessing and does not know the blessing, which can be regarded as in line with the realm of the grandmaster, and the mountain is not a mountain.

Huang Chaojin's true sword broke through the surface with points, concentrated the power at one point, and formed an astonishing destructive force, and he actually had to break the formation with force.

"Click, click, click",

Like the sound of ice cracking, on the light curtain, cracks spread in all directions from the attack point of the tip of the long sword, and the light curtain then shattered like an eggshell.

The Twelve God-Killing Arrays were broken, and the tall and majestic bodies of the Yama people who were prostrate on the ground suddenly lost weight, turning into more than a dozen skin-covered corpses, like skeletons. The Bloodthirsty Altar sucked their blood and life.

The three priests were also severely repulsed, and their spirits suddenly languished, and they knelt before the altar. The difference in strength between the two sides is too big, if Yan Molou is still there, with her high-level demon general cultivation, she may have to wait to resist a few times, but the three priests are good at sacrificial prayers, but their own cultivation strength is not good.

After Huang Chaojin broke through the formation with his strength, he was unforgiving, his momentum was unabated, and his sword did not stop, and he stabbed straight towards the heart on the altar.

"No!"

The three priests screamed in horror at this moment, and the leading priest even struggled to take out a dagger from his bosom and pounced on Huang Chaojian. But Huang Chaojin didn't pay attention, and in his eyes, there was only the beating heart on the altar.

This is, the gray shadow suspended on the altar, its eyes suddenly opened, its eyes cold and empty, dead and silent, devouring everything.

Above the gray shadow's head, the churning black mist dissipated, and a huge eye burning with scarlet flames appeared in the air, as if a giant beast had torn a hole in the void, looking at the scene in the dungeon.

A wave of despair, the moment of death permeated the entire dungeon, enveloping everyone in the dungeon. Yang Jun and the others were dozens of miles away from Chenghuang Mountain, and they also felt cold all over their bodies at this moment, and their limbs trembled.

After the gray shadow opened his eyes, he looked coldly at the long sword stabbed by Huang Chaojian, and the blood mist on the altar surged, forming a blood-colored hand, grabbing the long sword.

When the long sword pierced into the blood-colored hand, the blood mist was like a viscous spider web, entangled the long sword tightly, making it difficult to stab forward. At the same time, the blood mist on the altar began to boil, and in an instant, it contracted rapidly, pouring into the vortex of the gray shadow's chest, filling the vortex.

"Ah~"

The three priests who fell to the ground let out a terrible scream, and then their tall bodies quickly lost weight, and then turned into three dried corpses.

Huang Chaojin saw that the long sword was blocked, and sneered, the eight veins and six wheels in his body shook together, and the spiritual power burst out, and the blue light on the long sword was great, instantly penetrating several large holes with blood-colored hands.

The blue light became more and more dazzling, and after the blood-colored hands and the blood mist on the altar were illuminated by the blue light, they were like snow under the hot sun, and the ice melted away.

Removing the blood mist, the long sword was like light, "poof!", and quickly stabbed into the still beating heart on the altar.

The heart on the altar was stabbed by the sword, and it contracted rapidly, twisting into a fist-sized blood ball.

"Bang!"

The heart that contracted into a ball suddenly exploded, turning into a sky of blood beads that shot out in all directions.

The gray shadow that struggled and roared above the altar dissipated like a wisp of green smoke at this moment. And the giant eye on the canopy "Gollum" stared at Huang Chaojin for a while, and then the eyelids closed, the canopy recovered, and the giant eye disappeared.

"Hmph! want to escape?

Huang Chaojin's heart moved, and the long sword in his hand was pulled, and sword flowers appeared out of thin air on the tip of the sword, and the petals fell without wind, forming a silverfish with bared teeth and grinning.

"Xiu Xiu", the whitebait chased and cruised in the air, like a school of foraging sharks, faster than the blood beads, pounced on the blood beads that were far away, and all the trickles were swallowed by the silverfish.

Then the sword river behind Huang Chaojin reappeared, like a storm, and washed towards the altar, instantly smashing the altar to pieces. After the altar was shattered, the Sword River then rushed towards the twelve god-killing pillars.

"Bell ......",

The sword river crashed into the twelve mottled copper pillars, the wind and rain hit the tile house, and the big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate.

These twelve god-killing pillars are not the magic weapons of the Yama clan, and in the face of the attack of the Sword River, they did not move, and the Sword River only left a shallow, dense white mark on it.

Losing the control of the priest, the twelve god-killing pillars immediately sensed the call from the ancestral land of the Yama clan of the Divine Kingdom, and rose from the ground, shot into the sky, and broke through the sky.

"Want to leave, it's not that easy!" Huang Chaojin was like a long rainbow, chasing towards the twelve god-killing pillars.

There were bursts of light in the air, showing that Huang Chaojin was still fighting in the air.

As the altar was destroyed, the gray shadow and gray ash were annihilated, and the "boom" sound, the entire underground palace shook, and large areas of earth and stones fell from the sky, as if it was the end of the world, and the heavens and the earth collapsed.

"Look, the cliff!"

Yang Jun followed the sound and looked at it, only to see that the cliff in front of him began to close close, and the hill like the bridge of the nose slowly sank into the ground.

"Let's go! The dungeon is about to collapse!"

The monks who were still in the dungeon didn't care about any treasures in the dungeon at the moment, and they all fled in the direction of the entrance.

At Yang Jun's feet, lying on the ground, the dead firewood horse, snorted, stood up, Yang Jun grabbed the reins, turned over the horse, and ran outside.

"You come down for me!"

A monk turned red in the eye, saw that Yang Jun had a horse under him, and rushed towards him, trying to snatch his horse. Yang Jun slashed at him with the long knife in his hand, drove him away, and then tightened his legs on the horse's belly, and rode into the dust and disappeared.

"Damn!" everyone was running for their lives at the moment, and they couldn't help but marvel at the skinny horse, which was so amazing.

Various animals such as fire rhinoceros, salamanders, and spirit foxes that live in the dungeon also fled to the entrance of the dungeon.

On the way to escape, Yang Jun saw a few monks, but they had no time to dodge, they were trampled by the beasts and died, and some monks, who were brave and brave, sat on the backs of the fire rhinoceros herd and rushed out with the beasts.

Just as everyone was leaving, the ashes on the soles of Lan Yangzheng's shoes lying on the ground turned into a grimace.

As soon as the grimace was completed, Lan Yangzheng sat up, he raised his hand, looked at his palm, touched his face again, seemed to be smiling, and said to himself:

"Hey, hey, I'm still alive, but luckily I kept a hand, and the golden cicada came out of its shell!

......

When Yang Jun came to the exit of the underground palace, he saw that the "Wind and Snow Transmission Hall" had collapsed, and a long ramp had replaced it. Exhausted survivors were pouring up the ramp, and thousands of beasts were fighting for their lives.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"You can't find death!"

There were a few monks, relying on their cultivation to be excellent, squeezed the people and horses next to them down the long slope, and for a while, the people on the long slope turned on their backs, and the scolding continued.

Yang Jun also rushed to the bottom of the long slope at this moment, drove the firewood horse, followed the fleeing crowd, and fled upward. But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a huge salamander rushed out from the side, crashed headlong into Yang Jun, knocking him out with people and horses, and slammed him to the bottom of the slope.

"Ahem", Yang Jun stood up with difficulty, and looked up to see that Na Shaqi was driving a giant salamander, standing on the slope, looking at him coldly, as if looking at a dead person.