As Tang Bai sighed at the changes in Sword Nineteen's body, he found that there was a strange energy in his body, surging towards his back shoulder blades.

This energy seemed to have its own consciousness and was completely under Tang Bai's control.

He was shocked, could it be that he was going to grow wings too?

In his world, the human form has become a fixed and perfect state, and any change makes him feel out of the confines of man, a monster in his eyes.

People must have a personal appearance, women are gentle and beautiful, and men are sunny and resolute, both of which are the beauty pursued by human beings.

Detached from this kind of beauty, that is, a change in a person's world view will affect people's mental behavior; just as a baby is raised by a wolf, his mind and behavior will be based on the wolf and separated from the human spiritual world.

Just as Tang Bai was thinking about how to stop the change in his body, an incredibly powerful will descended on his sea of consciousness, turning into a huge figure, emitting pure white light, divine majesty, and giving people a sense of humility in the face of the gods.

This figure is so tall and majestic, as if it is the master of heaven and earth, the embodiment of all beauty and morality, which makes people naturally produce a kind of blind worship and admiration, as if they want to prostrate at his feet forever, let him drive.

"Submit to me, be my slave, and I will give you eternal life. ”

The giant's mouth was loud and clear, and his voice contained a sense of truth between heaven and earth, as natural as flowers blooming in spring and fruits bearing fruit in autumn.

The holy light continued to spread in Tang Bai's sea of consciousness, and after countless thoughts were shrouded by it, there was no color, only light remained, which was an absolute light, even if the two evil thoughts that had been bothering Tang Bai were constantly purified in this boundless light, like snow under the sun, and finally dissipated completely.

In Tang Bai's perception, he can only feel the existence of white light, and his sea of consciousness has become a single world; if this continues, he will have no love, no hatred, no joy, no pain, no seven emotions and six desires, no worries in the world; even without his own soul, he will only have one thought left, that is, the slave of this giant, regard him as his master, dedicate his life, even if he wants to die himself, he will cut off his own head with a long sword, and burn his soul.

What a terrible, evil belief it is, no matter how holy and bright it seems.

Just when all Tang Bai's thoughts were about to be purified, Tang Bai's heart was still sober, and he was even practicing the Nine Yang Sutra.

In the depths of his sea of consciousness, there is a thought that resists this supreme and great idea, like a flat boat in the sea, undulating in the wind and waves; no matter how big the wind and waves, it must float on the top of the waves; it is more like a pine and cypress tree standing proudly on the top of the peak, let him gather in the wind and rain, let him gather in autumn frost and winter snow, he will persevere, and would rather bend.

This is the idea of the Yang of the Nine Yang Sutra; a Yang awakens the heart, people are not deluded, and maintain the original intention; the cultivation is the heart, and the cultivation is that the heart will not be lost at any time, and the heart must be kept pure and uncontrolled.

Time was silent, and a year passed in the blink of an eye, and in this year, countless monks entered the Yin Spirit Mountain Range.

Since the Yin Spirit Mountain Range is close to the Four Domains, there are various sects of monks who enter the Mountain Range.

At the same time, an army of zombies appeared in the Yin Spirit Mountains, led by a giant woman, to hunt down human monks everywhere in the Yin Spirit Mountains.

Countless monks were forced into this relatively safe ruin, and many monks even broke into the City of Light, leaving countless corpses in the strange vegetation, which became the nourishment of those vegetation.

There are also countless monks who have broken into the strange square, bearing the heavy gravity of the square, and under the tremendous pressure, they have comprehended all kinds of magic, spiritual problems, and rules on the square.

There were also monks who unknowingly broke through the realm in the square, but no monk had ever been able to break through the square and break into the tower in front of him.

It is only rumored that two monks once broke into the mysterious tower, but never came out.

In this way, the tower became more and more strange and mysterious in the eyes of the monks.

Weird and mysterious, wouldn't it be more intriguing to arouse people's curiosity.

But Tang Bai and Jian Nineteen were still like two stone sculptures, standing on the edge of the altar, not moving, as if they were not breathing, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive.

After another year, a simple market appeared in some places in the ruins, at first it was just a few monks bartering with each other, but gradually, there were more and more monks, and slowly there were more simple buildings, mixed with some of the original old buildings, forming unique new cities.

After another three years, Tang Bai and the white-shirted young man still didn't wake up, but in the temple not far from Guangming City, a drum suddenly sounded.

The sound of the drums is extremely desolate, like a sacrificial song that everything is about to pass away, like the sadness that time is coming to an end.

Hearing the sound of the drums, the monks were immersed in different illusions, and the few monks who were searching for Buddhist artifacts in the temple felt a monstrous wave rushing towards everyone, drowning him in it.

They felt that there was a strong rule in the midst of the waves, and they could not resist.

They feel that their years have been ruthlessly taken away, and their lives are gradually aging, and then silently turning into a pile of dry drums.

It's just a moment, but it seems like thousands of years have passed.

And just in front of a few piles of dry bones, suddenly the brilliance dispersed, falling out of a small space, and then out of it came an old woman with white hair.

The old woman staggered, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

She looked at the pile of dry bones on the ground, and a very strange expression fell on her face, as if excited, as if sad, as if relieved, and as if afraid.

This person is none other than Han Cai'er, it took her five years to finally refine the legendary twilight drum with a trace of prohibition, but she was counterattacked by this powerful Buddhist artifact.

If it weren't for her understanding of the "Heart Sutra", the artistic conception of the four emptiness, and the river of years erased with Buddhist rhyme, I am afraid that she would also be like a monk on the ground, turning into a pile of dry bones.

Xiao is like this, her life has also come to an end, there is not much longevity, if you can't find the elixir and exercises to increase longevity, it won't take ten years, she will still be like a secular person, die, turn into dust, and then enter reincarnation.

The opportunity of the Yin Spirit Mountain Range has passed, and this place has been nostalgic again.

Han Cai'er quickly walked out of the ruins and entered the endless black mist.

The black mist couldn't stop her gaze at all, and the strange yin wind couldn't shake her soul even more, and some yin ghosts and ghosts turned into bursts of black smoke in her handprint spell, and melted into the black clouds in the sky, until she walked in front of a low pitch-black mountain, suddenly stopped, and suddenly said: "Daoist friends follow all the way, somehow, please come out and see it." ”

There was silence all around, only her old voice echoed in front of the mountain.

Han Cai'er's expression did not change, but looked at an open place not far away, and sneered: "Do you still ask the old woman to invite Daoyou out?"

Sure enough, I only heard a soft 'huh', and in the originally empty place, I saw a figure from virtual to real, revealing a fat Taoist.

If Tang Bai was here, he could recognize at a glance that this person was a Shen Dao person who had entered the Yin Spirit Mountain Range together.

Shen Daoren squinted at Han Cai'er and said, "Little girl, your eyes are very strange. After speaking, he actually circled around Han Caier and looked up and down.

Han Cai'er was also surprised, her eyes have been different since she was a child, she can see through people's hearts, and with the increase of cultivation, it is even more strange and unpredictable.

But when she looked at the old Tao, she was blocked by a mysterious force, and she couldn't see through the depth of the Taoist at all, and her appearance and voice changed at this time, which was simply the image of an old and faint old woman.

And it's the real longevity loss, how does the other party see his age.

Han Cai'er was about to ask, only to hear the Taoist in front of her say, "I feel the Buddha rhyme in your eyes. After speaking, he said: "No, it's a Buddha artifact." Then he shook his head and said, "Those bald donkeys will hide, let the old Taoist enter the treasure mountain and return empty-handed." In a blink of an eye, his face changed, he said something bad, and his body moved, and he disappeared without a trace.

Han Cai'er couldn't help but be stunned, only to feel that it was not strange that this person was crazy.

Suddenly, a palpitation surged from his heart, and he secretly said that it was not good, unfolded his body, and fled away.

But soon, the general supreme coercion came from a distance, that kind of induction was like an ant facing the power of the sky, unable to resist at all, she had not yet reacted, a big hand appeared above her head like a chicken, like a chicken, grabbed herself in the big hand, and then only heard the whirring wind in her ears, in the blink of an eye, she had arrived in another strange place.

The black fog was all around, the wind was gusting, and her eyes flashed, only to find that there were hundreds of people standing in front of her, like soldiers, holding spears in their hands, and they were menacing.

Standing beside him was a young woman in her thirties, delicate and gorgeous, wearing an ancient green robe tightly wrapped around her plump figure, but her figure looked two or three times larger than ordinary people, but it did not make people feel abnormal, only the strange feeling of being short.

The green-robed young woman seemed to feel something, her eyes flashed, and she looked towards herself, and the other party's eyes were like electricity, which made people feel a chill Han Cai'er quickly calmed down, and restrained her spirit, like an ordinary old woman.

The green-robed young woman snorted lightly and said with a smile: As soon as she threw it away, a cold True Yuan poured into Han Cai'er's body, instantly sealing her cultivation and casually throwing her into the hands of a person with a pale face and only skin and bones left.

Grabbed by them, he walked straight to the 'soldiers'.

At this time, Han Cai'er discovered that among these 'soldiers', there were four or five huge black prisoner carts, each of which was pulled by eight white bone horses, which was not weird.