Ancient battlefields, ancient cities.

Tang Bai floated in the void, his body like a huge black hole, absorbing light.

Suddenly, the void shook, and a vague phantom appeared out of thin air, standing on top of the black lotus.

The phantom is formed by the condensation of black light, like a shadow in the sun, which cannot see the clothes or facial features clearly, but it makes people feel real.

He looked at Tang Bai quietly, like a master painter looking at a picture scroll he had painted.

For a moment, it seemed like eternity, and the world stood still.

The battlefield, the city, the lotus, and Tang Bai seem to have really become a painting, imprinted in the eyes of the phantom.

He sighed slightly, and he didn't seem satisfied with his work.

He beckoned slightly, and the black light that poured into Tang Bai's body rolled back, submerging into the black lotus of the void.

The black lotus continued to shrink and fell into the palm of the phantom, and with a wave of the phantom's sleeves, the order flag arranged by the Mudao people under the corner of the city wall was shrouded by an invisible force and shattered in an instant, and before the power of the law broke out, it was erased by this invisible force.

The phantom looked up into the distance, the figures of the wooden Dao people, Qin Youdao and the crown prince immediately appeared in his eyes, he smiled slightly, the figure became fader and fainter, and then disappeared, leaving no trace.

Without the light of the black lotus, the lotus platform under Tang Bai exploded, turning into black mist and pouring into his body.

A gentle force supported Tang Bai's body and slowly fell.

At this time, he sat cross-legged, his appearance was extremely peaceful, the Dafa of "Nine Turns Golden Pill" was still running, and the Dantian Dan was completely clean and clean, unpolluted and unstained.

The dragon and the tiger are mutually beneficial, the yin and yang return to their positions, and the golden dan becomes the avenue.

His practice is undergoing a drastic change.

Like a spring silkworm breaking through a cocoon, like a fish jumping over the dragon gate, this is the sublimation of life forms.

One step is mortal, and one step is immortal.

Half a moon later, Tang Bai opened his eyes, jumped up, raised his head to the sky and roared, and a huge sound wave exploded in mid-air.

'Boom Boom'

The void exploded, the thunder showed its might, the wind and clouds changed color, the yin and yang collided, the dark clouds gathered, the lightning pierced the sky, turned into a silver dragon and swooped, slashing straight down.

Apocalypse!

The monks have a catastrophe, and they divide heaven and earth into a catastrophe.

Heavenly Tribulation, there is earth, wind, water and fire in the last days, and there is the Dao Tribulation of Heavenly Thunder.

The pain of tearing his body made Tang Bai instantly understand the calamity he was going to face.

The Catastrophe of Jindan.

With Fan Ruixian, reversing the number of hits and disrupting the order of heaven and earth, this calamity is the calamity of Jindan.

His mind moved, and a bronze mirror appeared above his head.

The bronze mirror emitted a burst of earth-yellow light, misty, forming a thick yellow cloud in the air.

This is the 'inheritance' of the drunken old man, and Tang Bai is not skilled in using it.

Another bolt of lightning struck.

The thunder and lightning of the most sunny slashed in the yellow clouds, like boiling oil stained with water, crackling and exploding, and countless silver lights flashed in the yellow clouds.

With a 'snap', the yellow clouds dispersed, the copper mirror cracked, and the remaining broken copper evaporated in the electric light.

The residual power of thunder and lightning slashed into Tang Bai's body, and the current scurried through his body like a steel wire, tearing the meridians on his body, and then poured into his dantian, blasting out several tiny cracks in the already formed dantian.

The originally mellow and flawless Dan Bad has turned into two opposing forces of yin and yang.

Tang Bai panicked in his heart, his mind controlled the true yuan, and constantly repaired the cracks in the Dan Billet, he could feel the violent energy contained in the Dan Billet, like a bomb that could explode at any time, once it exploded, it would blow himself to the ground.

There is only one last step left, and there is only one last step left to achieve Jindan.

The body is the furnace, the essence is the material, the heart demon is the fire, the essence, the qi, and the god form one, and he continues to condense the Dan billet, but the true element in the Dan billet is constantly splitting.

Condensation, condensation, and splitting seem to be a never-ending cycle.

I don't know how long it took, Tang Bai found that the more condensed, the more violent the true yuan in the pill billet became, and it wouldn't be long before the golden pill that had finally condensed would burst open.

Tang Bai roared, ruthless in his heart, regardless of it, running the witch body Dafa, the true yuan gathered at the Yongquan acupuncture point, and frantically absorbed the power of the earth.

The infinite power of the earth enters the cave at the bottom of the sea from the spring hole, and then circulates a hundred veins, so that he has a sense of security that is one with the earth and the same root as the earth and stone, and gives him a kind of pride that looks down on the world.

The clouds gathered in the sky, and the pressure became more and more down, the thunder roared, the boom rumbled, the silver light flickered, and the boundless power grid fell from the sky, enveloping the entire ancient battlefield.

Tang Bai never thought that one day he would resist the natural power of heaven and earth with his flesh and blood, but the threat of life completely stimulated the madness in his heart.

If you're going to burst, let's make the storm more violent!

The scriptures flowed through his mind, and the lotus seeds had a subtle connection with the danbil.

The Lotus Sutra is very weird, but Tang Bai has to admit the power of the scriptures.

No one has ever been so whimsical and imprinted the scriptures in Jindan, and Tang Bai also inadvertently and madly confirmed the thoughts in his heart.

He could no longer control the power contained in the pill billet, he could only find another way and put life and death aside.

As the saying goes: people die in the sky, and they don't die for thousands of years.

A person is not even afraid of death, what else is there for him to be afraid of.

At this time, he became a master of carving, his mind turned into a carving knife, carving his most proud work on the golden pill, and he was like a master of calligraphy, writing extremely seriously, he wanted to write his own rhyme.

Road!

What came to Tang Bai's mind was the Tao.

It was as if he had seen the Word.

It's not cultivating immortals, it's not cultivating the law, it's the Tao.

All traces and all existences in the world are Taoized.

He suddenly had an epiphany, as if he had seen the origin of heaven and earth.

The sun and the moon are self-bright, the stars are self-ordering, the birds and beasts are self-generated, the wind is automatic without fanning, the water is self-flowing without pushing, the grass and trees are self-generated without planting, they breathe without breathing, they do not beat their heartbeats...

All things are born from the Tao, all trajectories are the extension of the Tao, the Tao is the beginning of all things, but also the foundation of change, immortal, formless, imageless, beginningless, all-encompassing, its big outside, its small inside, over time, eternal unchanged.

He seems to have captured the traces of the Tao, and the culture of the Three Thousand Classics has become the Three Thousand Avenues, which have turned into Dao marks that look like pictures, texts, and symbols, and are engraved on his Jindan.

He seems to have succeeded, but not completely.

At the very least, the power in the Dan billet became gentler.

At the same time, the heavens and the earth fused and became more violent, as if an invisible consciousness was controlling the boundless thunder sea, wanting to erase Tang Bai.

The thunder of heaven was like a falling meteor, turning into snow-white light, and slashing towards Tang Bai, with him as the center, heaven and earth became a line.

Endless lightning silver light poured into Tang Bai's dantian, destroying Tang Bai's condensed golden pill.

Tang Bai chanted the scriptures, and the 'lotus seeds' then had a feeling, and the scriptures of the "Lotus Sutra" emerged.

The three thousand scriptures are permeated with the power of the three thousand avenues, absorbing the power of thunder and lightning.

For the first time, Tang Bai felt the existence of the Tao from the scriptures of the 'Lotus Seed', which is a mysterious, indescribable, and untouchable power, a distant, incomprehensible, invisible, and supreme nothingness of nature.

Another ancient scripture lit up, it was a text like lightning, flashing with silver-white light, it was an ancient word 'thunder', containing the artistic conception of ancient vicissitudes, exuding the breath of heaven and earth.

'Click'

The crack on the lotus seed became a little larger again, and a faint Dao meaning was reflected from the crack, which was connected with Tang Bai's condensed Dan Billet.

On the surface of the Dan billet, a faint golden thread appeared, twisted to the point that it seemed to be a broken rune, and it was like some kind of distorted thinking, imprinted on it.

The lotus seeds, the scriptures, the danbil and the mind formed one, and Tang Bai felt that he had turned into a lotus flower, rooted in heaven and earth, bathed in thunder and lightning.

The thunder roared non-stop, the electric light gathered more and more, and the thick lead cloud seemed to be slowly pressing down from the sky, about to crush Tang Bai into dust.

Although the lotus seed attracted a large amount of thunder and lightning, but the natural power of the heaven and earth to the yang is not at all something that the body can bear, if it were not for Tang Bai's practice of witch body Dafa, the physical body is strong, and the whole body is guarded with the power of the earth, and replaced by ordinary people, under such a strong and strong heavenly power, the body would have been evaporated to the point that there are no bones left.

Xiao is like this, Tang Bai was also split into flesh, his muscles and bones were broken, and there were more and more cracks on the Dan billet, and finally with a 'click', it was completely shattered.

The pain that penetrated deep into his soul made Tang Bai feel suffocated, and even his thoughts were torn apart, torn into two different wills: one was the crazy tenacity of fighting against heaven and earth, the other was the passivity after suffering the pain of injury, and then, he felt that he was torn into tens of thousands of himself, and for a while, the ups and downs, love and hatred, right and wrong, all the grievances and grievances were all in his heart; all kinds of things in the world turned into a raging fire and burned himself.

Heaven and earth have rules, the sun rises and sets, the water flows low, the cycle of life and death, there is its own destiny, and any practice that transcends the limit of life will be ruthlessly wiped out.

Thunder and lightning, fire, Tang Bai seemed to be completely sunk in the endless electric light and flames.

But he has an obsession, an obsession that refuses to admit defeat.

The thought of awakening the heart of the first yang is shining in the sea of knowledge, the light of the sun, so that his soul has always maintained a trace of clarity, and the idea of enlightenment of the second yang is also shining, so that his wisdom is sublimated.

He slowly gathered his mind and slowly became quiet.

When the heart is quiet, the world is quiet.

It was as if he saw the lights in the darkness and the tower lights of the harbor in the waves.

That's the direction, it's the direction of the Word.

The heart is moving, and the thoughts are self-generated.

His mind turned into a big golden hand, guiding the scattered True Yuan to condense the dantian again, and constantly compressed, forming a new dantian.

It is a 'long' process, and any painful time should be 'long'.

After three months like this, Tang Bai gathered the scattered True Yuan into a new Dan billet.

The Dan billet was golden and more rounded and flawless, and faint runes appeared on it.

At the same time, in the void, dark clouds surged, and the thunder and lightning that had not dispersed also gathered together, forming a larger thunder sea.

There seems to be a will in the sea of thunder, that is, the will to erase all the existence that is beyond the laws of life.

In the face of the power of heaven and earth, any effort is in vain, and any living creature is an ant.

Tang Bai's condensed billet was smashed again, and a huge pit was even split in the ground, and Tang Bai was buried in the pit.

'Roar'

Tang Bai roared like a beast, his voice full of madness and unwillingness.

The earth and stones were splashed, and his black and broken body struggled to stand up in the pit, his body was like a broken porcelain, and many places were exposed to the white bones of the forest, and the blood continued to stain the red and black complexion.

He was like being struck by a thin blade thousands of times, dripping with blood and miserable.

But his original intention has not changed, his obsession has not disappeared, the more tribulation, the more crazy he is, the more oppressive, the more he resists.

He looked up at the dark clouds of the void and became even more proud than before.

He stood, one with the earth, and the attachment in his heart grew stronger and stronger because of the madness of his nature.

The original intention does not change, and the obsession does not disappear.