The silver-white wreath is quietly suspended under the Enlightenment Locust Tree, which seems to have a unique charm, so that the eyes of the monks always involuntarily sweep to this side.

An old wise man of the Xuanyuan family squinted his eyes and said with an ambiguous look on his face: "Wu Heng and Xuanyuan Yanran have been in alone for six hours, if there is no misfire, I don't believe it, old man!"

"Not necessarily, maybe people are just talking. Xuanyuan Wu strongly supported the innocence of the two, and pointed to the old sage's bare head, laughing that he didn't even have his hair, and he was so fond of gossip.

No matter how old you are, you need to maintain a childlike heart. The old wise man smiled lightly.

"I think you're keeping a color heart. Xuanyuan Wu teased.

Hearing this, the old wise man was a little angry, and said coldly: "Hmph, old man Xuanyuan Wu, you are also from here, lonely men and widows have been talking for nearly six hours, do you dare to conclude that there is no problem in it?"

Lonely men and widows, dark light in the wings, and staying for six hours, if it is just pure talk, it is really a bit unreasonable, Xuanyuan Wu didn't know how to refute, so he could only pretend to be indifferent and replied: "Anyway, the benevolent see the benevolent and the wise see the wise, and the person with a lustful heart will naturally have dirty thoughts." ”

"Yo, the benevolent see the benevolent and the wise see the wise, you Xuanyuan Wu is a lot older, but there are more than a dozen wives and concubines in the backyard, could it be that your heart is very right?"

The boring cultivation time made the cultivators here feel a little sleepy, and now that this happened to Wu Heng and Xuanyuan Yanran, everyone put the focus on it, speculating and conjecture wildly, in order to relieve the feeling of depression.

They all had their necks stretched out, trying to see what was going on in the intimate space inside the wreath, but from the outside, the wreath was completely hollow inside, and there was no trace of it. Although curiosity continued to encourage everyone, they never dared to cross the thunder pool for half a step, because of the golden sword that stood straight under the locust tree of enlightenment.

Suddenly, after six hours of long speculation and waiting, the wreath finally fluctuated, and a young man dressed in white like snow and with a beautiful face walked out of it, from beginning to end he lowered his head, no one looked at him, and walked straight towards the seventh staircase at the top of the spiritual vein, and his right hand habitually touched his nose from time to time, and those who knew Wuheng knew that whenever he was embarrassed, he would always have a habitual nose touching action.

"Seeing that kid's embarrassed look, could it be that the overlord failed to make a hard bow?" The old wise man who lost his hair but was very gossipy glared, thinking that it was wrong, judging by his years of experience, it should not be such a result.

Xuanyuan Wu immediately took the opportunity to make fun of the old wise man and said: "What overlord failed to make a hard bow, people didn't have a hard bow at all, only you, a person with a full head of dirty thoughts, would think that something had happened." ”

I thought that Wu Heng would be able to hold the beauty, but now when I saw his down-and-out appearance, all the monks sighed, and their curiosity about what happened to him when he entered Xuanyuan Yanran's private space instantly dispersed, and the cultivation of the exercises, the meditation of the meditation, everything returned to its usual appearance.

At this point, Wu Heng left the sixth layer without hindrance and entered the seventh layer.

"I'm good enough to be smart, otherwise those old guys would have been endless. Wu Heng, who climbed the seventh step of the ladder, let out a long breath, put away the down-and-out appearance just now, and secretly admired his outstanding vision!

It turned out that he had long known that he would definitely encounter a lot of trouble when he walked out of Xuanyuan Yanran's private space, and in order to avoid those old guys asking too much, he could only tell them with a down-and-out embarrassed expression that he had not succeeded in anything.

He rested for a while in the first stone step of the seventh layer, in order to calm his fiery mood and desire, he did everything, but he didn't succeed in the last step, it was a pity, as soon as he thought of Fang Cai's fragrant picture, Wu Heng couldn't calm down for a long time, and if he couldn't calm down, he couldn't enter the selfless side, and he couldn't continue to climb the mountain, so such a short rest was still necessary.

"Why did I leave in a hurry just now, why don't I go further" Wu Heng tortured himself in his heart, inexplicably regretting it, but inexplicably feeling that he had done the right thing, if he stayed, he would have no room to retreat.

For Xuanyuan Yanran, he was in awe and awe, especially now that she had reached the realm of Tongtian, her strength was not weaker than herself, and Wu Heng felt that it was still difficult for him to control her.

"Forget it, don't think too much, I heard that the tenth layer is full of gold, I have to hurry up and take a trip there!" he tried his best to divert the topic of Xuanyuan Yanran, smoothing the ripples in his heart, and before long, he sat down cross-legged and began to evolve and forget himself.

Self-forgetfulness means forgetting oneself, forgetting the world, and concentrating on one thing.

Unconsciously, the surrounding mountains, water, flowers, trees, and streams dissipated into a blank in Wu Heng's mind one by one, and he began to grow up on his own and raise his feet to climb the mountain.

After forgetting the gravity suppression, for a monk, it was not difficult to climb to the top of the spiritual vein, Wu Heng stepped by step, and his body was as light as a swallow and swept through the seventh layer of the top of the spiritual vein.

The aura of the seventh layer cultivation platform is even more majestic and vast, and it has already formed a substantial liquid, like a rainbow glow floating in the air, the enlightenment locust tree of the three heavenly giant trees is empty, and there is only a white-haired powerhouse meditating on the spot in the center, he is surging with crimson flames, and he is evolving the Qiankun Ninety-Nine Fists in his heart.

The invisible is better than the tangible, this strong man has already practiced to the invisible realm, and he can evolve the holy law in his heart to attack, and it is a very extreme Qiankun eighty-one punch!

In the Xuanyuan family, only Xuanyuan Huo can evolve the Qiankun Divine Fist to seventy-two punches, but this person has reached the point of eighty-one punches, who will it be?

In fact, that strong man is Xuanyuan Huo, since he condensed the Invisible Realm, the Qiankun Divine Fist has also broken through to the level of eighty-one fists, and his combat power has been strengthened by three percent, and because he has comprehended the Invisible One, he has been enlightened at the seventh layer for nearly a month, regardless of family affairs, he only concentrates on retreat and cultivation, and with the gravity suppression of the seventh layer, no one will come to disturb him.

But today, after Xuanyuan Huo finished evolving the eighty-one punches of Qiankun, he suddenly found a white shadow floating alive in front of his eyes, and walked towards the eighth layer of the top of the spiritual vein.

"Damn, isn't it alive!" Xuanyuan Huo was startled on the spot, if he didn't look exactly like his grandson Wuheng, he would definitely kill him mercilessly.

The young man who looked exactly like Wu Heng closed his eyes, didn't even look at Xuanyuan Huo, and fluttered past the Enlightenment Locust Tree in the center, leaving a dumbfounded Xuanyuan Huo alone and muttering, "This, what's going on, could it be the soul of the ancestors......"

He thought that the gravity suppression of the top of the seventh layer of spiritual veins was as high as 700,000 catties, no matter from which angle he thought about it, the person who had just floated in front of him like a soul could not be Wu Heng.

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