Luofu Realm, Taiyi Sect.

"Huh?"

Lu Yao pinched the sunspot in his hand, and just wanted to fall into the chess game, but suddenly seemed to notice something, and after saying a light word, he stopped the movement in his hand, pinched the sunspot and stopped in mid-air.

"Senior Brother Lu, what's wrong?"

"Don't you can't think of a way to break the game, and you're starting to think about the next game?"

Bliss Zhenren had a handsome face, a Taiyi robe, and a smile on the corner of his lips, and after seeing that Lu Yao had not fallen for a long time, he immediately teased.

Watching the situation in the field, the two sides are fighting to the fullest, every step is dangerous, the two sons of black and white come and go, no one has let anyone, but only from the perspective of the situation, the victory of the white son is indeed higher than that of the black son.

Bliss is a strategy to attack the heart.

If you are a mortal here, you may really panic, but both of them are from the Immortal Dao, so this move naturally can't disturb Lu Yao's state of mind.

It's just a way for a blissful person to express his doubts.

"Not really, I just found something interesting."

"Let's move on."

After hearing the words of the handsome Taoist on the other side, Lu Yao shook his head, and after a faint smile, he did not stop moving in his hand, and he did not hesitate to drop the black spot in his hand into the chess game.

A backgammon fell, and the already slightly declining situation was revived again.

As a result, the battlefield became more anxious.

"My apprentice, when you see the true self, you will become a god."

Bliss Zhenren was twisting his eyebrows and thinking about how to pull the situation back again, when he saw the white-robed Taoist sitting opposite, and such a sentence came lightly.

"Smack."

Hearing this, as soon as Bliss Ren's hand was released, Bai Zi fell from mid-air and fell into the chess box.

"Qin Ziye has already achieved the Yuan Shen some time ago, are you talking about Lang Xing?"

"Good guy, how old is this little guy."

"So the interesting thing that the junior brother said is this?"

Hearing the inquiry of the real person of Bliss, Lu Yao said:

"Exactly, before Lang Xing left, I gave him a magic weapon, which can detect his condition."

"The mana fluctuation just now suddenly skyrocketed, and there was a hint of divine soul, presumably this kid should have achieved the primordial god."

After the white-robed Taoist finished speaking, Bliss Zhenren picked up a chess piece and played with it for a while, and then said in silence:

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrifying!"

"A dual-element god, Senior Brother Lu's vision is really powerful."

"With such talent, how can Xianmen stop these two people."

"I'm afraid it won't take a thousand years, and I will be able to produce two more true immortals under my Taiyi Sect."

"In the event of a happy event, this chess game will not be played!"

"Today, I learned that my Taiyi Sect has added another Yuan Shen, and on such a happy day, I should get together with a few colleagues in the door and get drunk!"

Bliss squinted at the chess game for a moment, suddenly laughed, swept the chess pieces on both sides back into the box between his sleeves, and then stepped out of the three-zhang long pavilion, letting the black hair dance in the wind, and the head did not return.

"Alas"

Lu Yao looked at the Bliss real person and laughed loudly, his uninhibited back, stretched out his arm and stayed in the air, with a wry smile on his face.

"In this game, Poor Dao is about to capture this white dragon."

"Senior brother left like this, regardless of it."

"You're too bad."

The two sides played the game of Go, both of which were chess masters who had been immersed in the game for many years, and the chess momentum was thicker, but the chess momentum of Bliss Zhenren was in a hurry and he was a little impatient, so he was caught by Lu Yao.

Victory is coming, but the people are gone.

"It's just a pastime."

"Poor Dao can win you in one game, and you can still win next time."

Lu Yao waved his hand, put the chess game in front of him into the storage space, patted his robe, and stood up.

"It's a pity that I can't celebrate when I'm far away in a foreign land."

"Let's drink!"

Galaxy Federation, Long River Star.

As soon as Lang Xing began to sculpt the Yuan Shen Immortal Body, the surrounding hundred miles of land was urgently put under martial law by the Changhe Sect.

Changhexing is mainly based on immortal Taoism cultivation, and under the rule of Changhe Sect, it is more advocating ancient style, so there are fewer scientific and technological products.

And in the entire federation, there are many planets with distinct styles like this, all of which were built by the various customs and preferences of each planet, so the scene of each realm is different, and it can be said that a hundred flowers are blooming.

At this moment, this long street, between the Vermilion Pavilion, the mana mixed with it is more than a star and a half stronger than before.

The farther you go to the sky, the higher the concentration, and in mid-air, you can see a robed figure in the sky, and the spiritual power gathered around him is like a torrent of mana, if the condensed terrifying power is tilted out, I am afraid that it will be wiped out for a hundred miles.

Standing a hundred feet away, Lang Yue looked at the figure of the aura gathering on the edge of the sky, and couldn't help but feel a little worried in her heart.

This level of aura gathering, with her third-order Jindan's cultivation, she can't get close to within ten zhang, and can only leave to about one hundred zhang, so you can imagine how high the spiritual pressure in it is.

"Rest assured, your brother is fine."

At this time, a sound penetrated through the aura barrier and came to Lang Yue's ears from a distance.

"Teacher?"

This voice was extremely familiar, it was Lang Yue's master, Elder Qingyu.

When Lang Yue heard this, he immediately turned his head and looked not far away.

Sou!

As soon as the voice arrived, the figure of Elder Qingyu landed beside Lang Yue.

"Your brother is amazing."

After seeing the figure of his apprentice, Elder Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and after a complicated glance at the sky, he said to Lang Yue.

"Don't worry, shaping the Yuan Shen Law Body, although the spiritual power fluctuates greatly, this is just the only way to reshape the Dao body."

"Although it looks dangerous, it is not dangerous."

"These are also recorded in the practice database, and you can look them up as soon as you look them up."

"Let's look at it, after today, you can be regarded as having a big backer, not much worse than our Changhe Sect."

Yuan Shen Zhenren, a fifth-order cultivator.

Unlike cultivators of the fourth order and below, the existence of this level, even in the entire Galaxy Federation, already has a part of the right to speak.

You must know that the entire galaxy has three hundred and sixty-five authentic sects, plus those fifth-order cultivators who have not joined the sect combined, there are only more than a thousand fifth-order cultivators at most.

This is tantamount to a drop in the ocean for the huge group of the entire Galaxy Human Race.

One can imagine how difficult it is to achieve a true person.

And when the master and apprentice were chatting below, Lang Xing, who was standing in the sky, finally came to a critical moment.

The mighty torrent of mana has been compressed and gathered together, constantly washing away Lang Xing's body, fading his mundane physique and condensing the Yuan Shen Dharma Body.

Bang, bang, bang!

A whirlpool burst out from the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints around him, and after inhaling the spiritual energy, he kept compressing and absorbing it, making bursting sounds; Between the muscles and bones and the hundreds of limbs, it was like being reborn, completely different from the previous mortal spirit body.

After the spiritual power fluctuations subsided, a thunderous sound suddenly appeared from Lang Xing's Mud Pill Palace, making his whole person tremble at this moment.

When Lang Xing opened his eyes again, he finally realized that the world in his eyes was no longer the same as before.

The white-robed Taoist looked at the spiritual power particles floating around him, stretched out the palm of his left arm and shook it, watching the spiritual power light float back and forth between his palms, and became silent.

This is the power that makes up heaven and earth, and it is also the true state of spiritual power.

Spiritual power is a kind of energy.

The reason why cultivators are able to obtain a power that is different from ordinary people is because they have gathered this power and turned it into their own mana, thus achieving the realm of picking stars and moons, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea.

This is the interpretation of the spiritual practice made by the Galactic Federation.

"But is that really all there is to it?"

The white-robed Taoist spread out his palms and silently watched the particles turned into spiritual power gradually drift between heaven and earth, and his thoughts flew in his heart.

To achieve the original god, he does not rely only on mana.

If the mana is perfect, he can break through the realm, then with the help of the system, he will not be trapped for so many years.

In addition to mana, cultivation is more about cultivating the mind.

He was able to achieve the primordial god and successfully give birth to the true spirit of his nature in the Mud Pill Palace, relying on more than just mana.

"How to break through the Yuan Shen, there are more doubts about cultivation"

Lang Xing sighed, dispelling the disturbances in his mind.

Cultivation is originally to clear the clouds and mist and get a glimpse of the truth.

But after the first layer of clouds is lifted, the second world that appears in front of you may not be real.

After all, cultivation is a long and lonely process of exploration.

There is no end to this road, and it will not end until death.

However, from today onwards, I have finally achieved some achievements on this long path of cultivation.

Lang Xing clenched his fists.

He could now clearly perceive everything around him, both physically and spiritually.

If he wanted to, he would be able to strip himself of the system he had brought with him in the first place, and it wouldn't have any negative effects.

However, after thinking about it, Lang Xing decided to leave it behind.

Although this system is artificially created, the way it exists is more like a magic weapon, similar to the system in that kind of game.

It's just that this kind of panel follows the principle of equivalent exchange of spiritual power.

Keep this system, and maybe you will meet the owner who created it in the future.

After all, Lang Xing himself also wants to know how the past crossing and the system hanging on his body came about.

When the dust settled, the remaining spiritual power turned into a liquid state, condensed into pieces of spiritual rain and dispersed into the ground within a radius of dozens of miles, making this area within a radius of dozens of miles rejuvenate again.

Just after the first snow in winter, snow is still accumulating on the branches next to the street.

And it was in this case that when the plants and trees came into contact with this spiritual rain, they showed a touch of green again, and new shoots grew in the cold and freezing weather.

In the midst of the ice and snow, the red and vermilion lofts are connected, and the ground is full of greenery.

What a good sign!

And just when Lang Xing fell to the ground and had not yet greeted Lang Yue, there were a few clapping sounds in the distance.

"It's really a young talent."

"It's really a blessing for my Galaxy Federation to have a genius like Lang Zhenren born!"

"The Poor Road Changhe Sect should be north and south, thank you Lang Zhenren for bringing me this strange scene of winter and spring to Changhe Star!"

A sword light appeared from the sky, breaking through the mist stirred up by the spiritual rain, and after spinning a few times, it stopped flowing in front of Lang Xing and the other three, turning into a tall figure wearing a Taoist crown, and smacked at Lu Yao, and then said with a loud smile.

This sentence was handed out word by word, and the sound was like a bell, with a confident kendo aura revealed, and he walked towards Lang Xing and the others, full of kendo momentum.

It can be seen that it should be a kendo real person of the Yuan God Realm.

Lang Xing narrowed his eyes.

"I've seen Ying Zhenren."

When Elder Qingyu saw Ying Nanbei, he immediately bowed and saluted the tall Dao crown man in front of him.

Ying Nanbei, as the three great primordial gods of the Changhe Sect and the great masters of the fifth-order grandmaster level, naturally stood at the apex of the sect.

High-level elders like Elder Qingyu are all one level lower than them in terms of status.

What's more, this Ying Zhenren has cultivated to the Yuan Shen for hundreds of years, and his seniority is much older than them.

"Thank you, Ying Zhenren."

The first time he cultivated into the Yuan Shen, this should be congratulated by the north and the south, and it is reasonable, and Lang Xing should also maintain a thorough etiquette, so that he will not lose the face of Taiyi Taoism.

No matter when and where, the reputation of Taiyi Sect cannot be defeated.

Every monk from the Taiyi Sect should keep this in mind.

"Qingyu, you have taught a good disciple."

Looking at the woman in white next to Elder Qingyu, Ying Nanbei nodded with satisfaction.

In his forties, Jin Dan Dacheng.

In the future, not to mention the achievement of the original god, it should not be difficult to reach the fourth order of the baby.

In addition, with such an elder brother, even if he can't become a primordial god, he can also bring a lot of help to Changhe Star.

Moreover, the purpose of his coming this time was to rush ahead of other sects and throw an olive branch to this newly promoted fifth-order grandmaster.

The elder brother of the disciple of the sect can only be regarded as an outsider after all.

If you can turn outsiders into your own, then it will be stable.

Thinking in his heart, Ying Nanbei's complexion has not changed, and he still has a hearty smile, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

"Lang Yue, this girl, I have always heard of it in the early years."

"It is a blessing for my Changhe Sect to have such a disciple."

After saying to Qingyu and Lang Yue, Ying Nanbei turned his head and shifted his goal and focus to the Dao robe young man next to him.

"I thought that Lang Yue was good enough, but when I saw it today, Poor Dao Fang knew that she had an even better brother!"

"Lang Zhenren, you have such a deep fate with my sect, I don't know if you will return this time, can you consider joining my Changhe Sect?"

"In addition to this seat, there are two other fifth-order primordial god real people in my sect, among which I sent the founding patriarch Changhe real person, and he has touched the threshold of the fairyland, and in a few days, he will be able to achieve true immortals!"

"You must know that even within the entire Federation, true immortals are rare."

"I don't know, can a real person be willing?"

Ying Nanbei's eyes showed sincerity, and a pair of black eyes stared at Lang Xing without taking his eyes off it.

The sword intent contained in his body also faintly carried a sense of edge, which made Lang Xing slightly uncomfortable.

Happy birthday to book friends on December 16th.

(End of chapter)