The cultivation realm of the golden eagle is at the time of the consummation of the holy womb, and it is only one step away from advancing to a higher level of life. Faced with the temptation of advancement, even if there was real danger in the valley, he could not give up.

He stepped out and went straight into the valley, and then the world in his eyes suddenly changed, and the ice and snow all around him disappeared, where is there any valley stone monument, where is there a spring white lotus?

Look into the air again, only to see the colorful clouds rippling, rising up thousands of layers of aperture, overlapping, turning into colorful glow; under the glow, you can see the tree-lined jade road, twists and turns, in the distance, the mist is heavy; occasionally exposed a corner of the pavilion, but it is the eaves and jade tiles, the luminous light is flickering; listen attentively, there is the sound of the piano, jingling, like the mountains and flowing water, like the murmur of fairy sound, so unpleasant.

The golden eagle has a heart, and then looks at the way it comes, only to see the sea of clouds rising, dotted with endless stars, bright and flickering, obscure and uncertain, where are there cracks? Where is there a way to come?

It was as if he had entered a strange space, shrouded in mist and dreamlike.

When something goes wrong, there must be demons.

The golden eagle flew up, and was about to fly to the pavilion, but saw a woman in white flying over, with picturesque eyebrows, about sixteen or seventeen years old, combing double buns, bare feet, carrying a basket of flowers, landing in front of the golden eagle, opening her mouth and asking: "Where did the beast come from, broke into the Lotus Palace for no reason, do you know the guilt?"

Although the golden eagle itself is a flying bird, it hates others to call it a beast the most; when he hears the words, he becomes angry, and evil is born from his heart, and he shouts angrily, 'The cheap maid is looking for death!'; with a hand raised, the five fingers are like hooks, shooting out five divine lights, divided into blue, blue, purple, red, and white, like five divine weapons, shooting straight towards the face of the woman in white.

Seeing this, the woman in white frowned, her sleeves waved, and the direction of the five divine lights changed, and all of them fell into her sleeves, like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to make waves.

The woman in white made another move, and several flower vines flew out of the basket of flowers and fell into her hands; only to see her ten fingers flying, and in the blink of an eye, she made a birdcage with flower vines, threw them out casually, and shrouded the golden eagle.

The golden eagle was furious, the whole body flashed with electric light, the left hand thundered, the right hand was blazing, the divine thunder fueled the poisonous fire, the electric light accompanied by the sea of fire, extremely fierce, ruthless, and wanted to burn the white-clothed girl thunder to eliminate the evil spirit in the chest.

In the face of the fierce golden eagle, the girl in white is still light and light, and the birdcage in the air is getting bigger and bigger, emitting a colorful glow, enveloping the sea of lightning and fire.

The colored light should shine, such as time regression, the sea of lightning and fire rolled up, turning to attack the golden eagle.

The golden eagle had never seen such a harmful technique, although he was surprised in his heart, he did not panic, he opened his mouth and sucked it, and the sea of lightning and fire was sucked into his stomach again.

He was about to make another move, not wanting the birdcage to fall from the sky and cover him, an extremely strange aroma diffused, pouring into his nose, the holy fetus in his body suddenly 'snorted', and there was no slightest resistance, fainted, and then the demonic qi in his body solidified, and an indescribable sour softness struck, making him fall to the ground weakly, and he could no longer maintain his human form, revealing his body.

The birdcage gets smaller and smaller, and so does the golden eagle.

The girl in white walked over, lifted the bird cage, and said softly: "It turned out to be a little golden eagle, count yourself blessed, in this cage, there is no need to compete with the beasts of heaven and earth for food, there is no need to go through the robbery of heaven and earth, if you make the young lady happy, reward you with a spirit pill, comparable to thousands of years of practice, why not?"

When the golden eagle heard this, he wanted to scold, but he couldn't make any sound, he was so angry that he jumped up and down in the birdcage, and he had no complaints about the girl in white in his heart, after all, as a demon bird, he has always obeyed the law of the jungle that the weak eat the strong and the strong are respected;

It is said that as soon as Tang Bai entered the ice and snow world, he found a safe place to meditate and practice.

In this strange world of ice and snow, it is better to be still than to be still, not to mention that these days are desperately fleeing, the true yuan has been lost, if you are really touched by the golden eagle, you don't even have a chance to escape.

It wasn't until a month later that Tang Bai exhaled turbidity and recovered his true yuan, he stood up and looked at the vast white snow, and he didn't know where to go for a while.

Just as he was out of his mind, a figure in the distance rushed towards him, and he was startled, thinking that the golden eagle was chasing him, so he jumped up and fled.

In the Ice and Snow World, the two only need to distance themselves to lose each other's direction, which is a good place to escape.

After about half an hour, Tang Bai felt that he had gotten rid of the tracking behind him, and he secretly sighed, feeling that it was a very correct decision to return to the Ice and Snow World, if it was in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, he was afraid that he would have become the blood food in the mouth of the golden eagle.

Thinking like this, he was glad in his heart.

He found a mountain, looked around, and was looking for a safe place to meditate and practice, waiting for the next 'Seven Days of Love'; he didn't want a flower-like fragrance from the ice and snow to inhale it in his lungs, as if washing away the turbidity in his body, like a clear spring flowing through his body, so uncomfortable.

His heart moved, and he secretly said Where did the fragrance of flowers come from in this ice and snow world? He couldn't help but be curious, sniffed the fragrance of flowers and searched, and soon saw an ice cave.

The ice cave is extremely shallow, and the ice crevasses can be seen at the bottom, deep into the bottom of the ice and snow.

He hesitated slightly, the last time he experienced the catastrophe of life and death in the ice crevice, the scene of destruction was still in his mind, if he encountered that kind of danger again, he really could not be sure to find life and escape with his life.

After hesitating for a while, he made up his mind! If he is afraid, he will have demons.

Cultivating immortals is to go against the sky, and there is nowhere to hide from the three tribulations of heaven, earth, and man.

If Tang Bai came two days earlier, he would just meet the golden eagle, but he was afraid that he would not be able to escape the poisonous hand.

If Tang Bai knew that the golden eagle was here, he was afraid that he would run away.

Things in the world are often so coincidental that in the dark, it seems that there is an invisible hand manipulating the fate of sentient beings.

Tang Bai sneaked quietly and entered the ice cave, the more he went inside, the stronger the fragrance in the air, and when he took a sip, the true yuan in his body was a little thicker, if he continued to practice like this, he felt that the consummation of the golden pill was just around the corner.

When this thought appeared, my heart trembled, and I woke up to the golden light emitted by the sea of knowledge.

He was taken aback.

The aroma induces the demons, and unconsciously, it will make people sink into it, if it goes on like this for a long time, I am afraid that my mind will change drastically and be controlled by the demons.

He immediately ran the "Nine Yang Sutra", and the three yangs crossed the sky, enveloping the sea of knowledge to keep his soul pure.

The fragrance is real, and so is the aura that is inhaled.

He was even more curious about what kind of natural treasure it was, and it had such a spiritual effect.

Soon he came to the end of the crack, and a valley of a hundred zhang appeared in front of him, and in the valley there was a stone tablet the size of three zhang, and behind the stone tablet there was a spring, and on the spring floated a white lotus the size of a basin.

Not far from the crack, there is a palm-sized golden eagle, constantly jumping up and down on the ground, so 'happy'.

This is another creature that Tang Bai saw when he re-entered the ice and snow world, and the little golden eagle had a very familiar aura and a sense of déjà vu.

But he had never seen this little golden eagle, so why did he feel so familiar?

Ordinary people may think that this is an illusion, but as a cultivator, all feelings have a reason, so how can they be delusional?

For a moment, he was also confused.

He never imagined that the little golden eagle in front of him was the big golden eagle that chased him all the way.

Tang Bai was not reckless, but concentrated, his mind focused on his eyes, and then his eyes gave birth to electric light, looking towards the valley.

The valley is still the same, but there is a trace of inexplicable colored light on the stone monument in this valley, which looks very gorgeous and without danger.

But his heart trembled inexplicably, and he inexplicably produced a sense of fear, like a rabbit facing an eagle and an antelope meeting a jackal, which is a kind of fear from fate.

Since he has cultivated his mind, his heart is like a mirror, not touching dust, and he has become more and more sensitive to danger.

There is a great terror in the valley.

He took two steps back, his mind focused on his eyes, his gaze like lightning, through the void, and once again he surveyed everything in the valley.

The valley is still the same, unchanged and unanomalous.

He looked at the words on the stele again.

There is only one text engraved on the stele, which is a very old text.

On this ancient text, Tang Bai felt an indescribable Taoist rhyme, and there was a vast and majestic power hidden in the Taoist rhyme.

The strokes of the text are like the texture of heaven and earth, like the most profound avenue symbol, implying the truth of the avenue of heaven and earth.

Ancient, vicissitudes, precipitation, eternity.

This text seems to have existed since the origin of heaven and earth, and it will not disappear as if heaven and earth are destroyed, giving people the illusion of eternal existence.

Tang Bai recognized this ancient text, and there is this word in the three thousand scriptures of the "Lotus Sutra", and this word is called 'illusion'.

His mind sank into the sea of air, and he found the same word 'phantom' in the scriptures floating on the surface of the lotus seeds.

He carefully watched the comparison and found that although the writing of the two texts was similar, there were differences in the subtleties, and the word "phantom" on the "Lotus Sutra" appeared more sleek, more natural, and more natural.

His heart moved, using his index finger as a pen, trying to copy its shape, but found that his hand was as heavy as 10,000 catties, and he couldn't put down the pen, as if even the void could not bear the weight of this text, as if there was a will in this heaven and earth that did not allow this text to appear.

He concentrated, his mind gathered on the lotus seed, and the word 'illusion' was magnified thousands of times, and he felt the endless rhyme in this text, as if this text carried the supreme avenue, emitting a fiery colored light, a colorful light that made people fear like fate.

He groaned slightly, gritted his teeth, and his mind crashed wildly into the colored light.

In an instant, his spirit seemed to be torn apart, and his entire body seemed to be torn apart, turning into thousands of tiny particles, like incarnating thousands of different himself, sinking in different worlds.

He instinctively roared, then gritted his teeth, enduring the pain of tearing.

All this is just a kind of stubbornness in the bones.

If the consciousness is constantly divided, it will lose its autonomy.

This is different from the Buddhist practice of 'selflessness and ignorance', because the practice has roots, just like making trouble, setting a good time, and when the corresponding time comes, the autonomous consciousness will return and return to the self.

Splitting is different, like white paper, torn apart and never restored to its wholeness.

Moreover, in his Heavenly Palace, there are still two supreme wills, which are always competing for his soul.

Tang Bai cultivates the Buddha, 'the thought of one yang, the heart is not self-deluded', and has been tempered by the two wills of the Buddha and the devil for a long time, and his consciousness has become more and more tenacious.

When his mind was divided, he was not lost, but turned into a thousand of himself, wandering in different illusions, and he saw countless runes, innumerable, densely packed, arranged together in a very perfect pattern.

He was memorizing these runes, but every time he remembered a rune, he always forgot it in a blink of an eye, as if there was a pair of invisible hands, erasing his memories without leaving a trace.

Time does not exist in the spiritual world, Tang Bai felt that a thousand years, ten thousand years, or even longer, but in reality, there were only less than three hours.

When manpower is poor, the mental load exceeds the limit of bearing, and there are only two possibilities, the light one faints to death, and the heavy one dies of mental exhaustion.

Tang Bai is lucky, he belongs to the former.