The night was like water, and the cold moonlight shone in obliquely through the thick branches and leaves. The faint silver moonlight seemed to have been pulled by some kind of inexplicable traction, pouring on Mo Fei's body like flowing water, reflecting a glowing halo, mysterious and mysterious.

Murphy sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed. Between one exhale and one inhalation, the qi veins were long, and as he breathed evenly, the rolling aura surged from all around, like a milk swallow returning to its nest, pouring into all the meridians in Mo Fei's body. At this time, Murphy has reached the critical moment of breakthrough.

These days, Murphy has been preparing for Yudan. Reading books every day, nourishing qi, or playing chess with Zhou Lao, or walking in the forest, feeling the tranquility and longevity of the mountain, and having the spirit of the jade mountain to guide you, it can be said that you can enter the realm quickly.

Realizing that the time had come, Mo Fei decided to attack the Jindan Realm tonight. Jindan is a success, and from then on it is different from immortals.

The rolling aura of heaven and earth swept in like ocean waves. Although the aura is now exhausted, but thanks to the help of the jade mountain soul, the aura accumulated by the entire mountain for countless years is all used by Mo Fei, plus with the Mo Lian Tu, a Taoist treasure as the backing, Mo Fei does not need to be distracted, he just needs to break through with peace of mind.

The aura of heaven and earth is dotted, converging, like a hundred rivers converging in the sea, with Mo Fei as the center, the entire Gujing Village is once again bathed in the vast sea of aura.

Mo Fei's hands are sealed, and the mystical movement of Xuangong is silent, and countless spiritual energy flows slowly in the meridians of the whole body according to a certain mysterious trajectory, nourishing the body, generating qi and blood, polishing the muscles and bones, and transforming the acquired mortal fetus into the innate Dao body little by little.

The whole Gujing Village is quiet and peaceful, as if it is shrouded in a sacred atmosphere. It was quiet in the four fields, without a trace of wind, and even the cheerful little insects that sang in the night in the past seemed to have entered a sweet dreamland.

Mo Fei sat cross-legged on the bed, running the natural Taoism, and his hands formed various handprints, like butterflies wearing flowers, bringing up an afterimage.

Mudras, like mantras, are the power of the ancients, and in the process of cultivation, they are a special method that is the easiest way to communicate with heaven and earth.

The more famous ones like the Taoist nine-character mantra "Lin, Bing, Fight, Person, Knot, Array, Column, In, Front", and the six-character mantra of Buddhism "Om, Ma, Na, Horn, Mi, Ng" and so on.

There are many mudras, such as the vase seal, the demon subjugation seal, the vajra immovable seal, etc., these mudras have their own mysteries, and so on. Both hands evolve a special trajectory to induce the rules of the Great Dao in the underworld and bless one's body.

With Mo Fei's complicated handprints, it seems that some kind of heavenly and earthly rules have been triggered invisibly, but seeing the sky above Gujing Village, the stars in the sky seem to become extraordinarily bright and dazzling. The starlight, moonlight, visible to the naked eye, poured down, and finally closed together, and suddenly poured into Mo Fei's small courtyard.

Suddenly caused all kinds of visions, the starlight soared, the moonlight rolled, as if there were seven stars flashing, there seemed to be a jade rabbit across the sky, the whole small courtyard, faintly Chinese light rushing into the sky. There is also the steaming of the earth, with a kind of earth's unique vastness and heaviness, which is fused with the starlight and moonlight. In the end, the brilliance dissipated and returned to the plain, but it was a simple avenue and a mysterious and introverted one.

Starlight, moonlight, earth qi, and aura blend with each other, rushing into the meridians of Mo Fei first, and everywhere they go, it seems that spring rain moistens things silently. The qi and blood of the whole body become full little by little, and the meridian bones become tough and strong.

These breaths eventually converged into the dantian, compressed each other, and gradually, changed from a gaseous state to a liquid state, and finally condensed into solid crystals little by little, completely undergoing a qualitative change.

As the number of solid crystals increased, the entire dantian shrank inward. The combination between the crystals became more and more tight, and finally formed a golden ball the size of a soybean, which rotated rapidly in the dantian, and the surrounding aura seemed to have received some kind of summoning, and swarmed, and this small golden sphere slowly grew larger, and when it increased to twice the original size, it no longer changed. The surrounding aura lost traction and gradually dispersed.

At this time, Mo Fei was using the true yuan in his body over and over again to consolidate the Jindan realm in front of him. He has just cultivated into a golden pill, and his realm is not stable, and if he is not careful, there will be a danger of retreating from the realm, so although Mo Fei is full of joy because of the formation of the golden pill, he does not dare to take it lightly at all.

At the beginning of the Jindan, remember the violent fluctuations of love, at this time the Jindan is still relatively fragile, and when there is great joy and sorrow, it is easy to make the Dan Qi dissipate, although the heart is excited, but also have to try to control their own feelings.

Just as Mo Fei was running the true element in his body over and over again and stabilizing the realm, the treasure map that Mo Fei was refining with blood and turned into a tattoo of Mo Lian suddenly reacted.

This ink landscape tattoo radiates a glowing white light, wrapping the ink in it without overlapping and overlapping, forming a white cocoon of light. In this white light, a landscape painting scroll that seems to be there and nothing, seems to be real and illusory, slowly floats out from Mo Fei's body, vaguely as if separated by countless time and space, ethereal and hazy, giving people a very unreal feeling.

Mo Fei, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, although he did not move or waver, immersed in a state of cultivation, he was well aware of this change in the Mo Lian diagram.

Since there is no ** reaction in the body, Mo Fei just let it go, and Mo Fei himself does not understand this change, whether it is good or bad, he can only go with the flow.

Let's say that this ink lotus picture floated and shone brightly, and it was only at this time that Mo Fei really discovered the extraordinary. The ink lotus picture is like a bottomless abyss, the whale swallows the massive heaven and earth aura around it, and the aura that seemed to be rich to the extreme suddenly became thinner, and the hazy feeling that seemed to be real and illusory disappeared, and a picture of Danqing dyed with ink and ink floated quietly in front of Mo Fei's eyes.

Mo Fei slowly opened his eyes, and the picture scroll in his sight seemed to have a sense of simplicity and clumsiness. The small pool, lotus flowers, and swimming fish are still lifelike. As far as the eye can see, there seems to be a overlapping mountain shadow looming in it, which makes people not see really, in the fluttering clouds and smoke, suddenly far and near, it seems to be real and illusory

Mo Fei blinked, and the hazy and ethereal distant mountains seemed to be gone, still small pools, lotus flowers, and swimming fish, as if they were just hallucinations that they had just seen.

The ink lotus picture is suspended in the air, and the whole picture scroll seems to be a pool of spring water wrinkled by the breeze, rippling out layers of ripples, exuding an inexplicable atmosphere, which makes Mo Fei feel very cordial, as if the ink lotus picture is a part of Mo Fei's body, born from the same origin and inseparable.

In Mo Fei's gaze, a touch of crimson appeared very abruptly on the scroll, and this rouge slowly rolled and rotated in the painting, gradually condensing completely, bright red and dazzling.

Murphy's whole mind was firmly drawn to it, and there was nothing else. This drop of bright red slowly drifted towards Mo Fei, and instantly disappeared on Mo Fei's forehead, blending into the Mud Pill Purple Mansion, and the Mo Lian Diagram turned into a streamer of light and threw it into Mo Fei's dantian qi sea, and the whole picture scroll suddenly became illusory, as if it was a cloud of qi, which seeped into the golden pill that had just been formed little by little, and disappeared now.

After this mutation, Murphy seems to have had a big dream. Big dreams for thousands of years, I don't know what year it is.

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