When Ding Mian came to the twelfth floor of Baiyun Tower, he didn't feel the tense atmosphere of saber rattling, and he couldn't even feel a trace of sword intent.

The more this happened, the more vigilant he became.

The twelfth floor is like a home loft.

There is a bamboo bed, several landscape paintings, and a pile of tea sets on a wooden coffee table.

A white beard, a hairpin on his head, a loose white robe, a slender figure, a crane-haired and childish old man, is sitting on the ground, sipping tea.

Lao Dao closed his eyes, his face was neither happy nor angry, as if he was unaware of Ding Mian's arrival, he drank a sip of tea, and poured a cup slowly, only listening to the sound of bubbling water, echoing in his ears.

In the attic, there was silence.

Ding Mian was not in a hurry, and just watched the old man drink tea.

Lao Dao gave him a feeling of being a bit like the owner of the Moon Tavern, and when they first met, they gave people an unfathomable feeling.

However, the last time Ding Mian visited the Moon Tavern, he could already feel the mana boiling like boiling water on the boss's body, which was like the old way in front of him, if he hadn't told him that he was a great sword immortal on the twelfth floor, Ding Mian would almost think that he was an ordinary old man.

It is precisely because it is so ordinary, so ordinary that a trace of mana fluctuations and a trace of sword intent cannot be detected, this is the most terrifying place.

If you can't see the gap, you die.

Ding Mian took a deep breath and slowly adjusted his breathing.

"Don't be nervous, if you come, you will be safe, and some endings are doomed, so accept them calmly." The blind old man raised his hand lightly, "Sit down and take a sip of tea." ”

Ding Mian really sat down.

He didn't believe that this great sword immortal with mana would poison the tea.

The blind Taoist poured a pot of hot tea into the teacup in front of Ding Mian.

The water of tea is flowing continuously, and the teacup, which is half shorter than the thumb, is not satisfied, as if it is endless inside, and the source cannot be seen.

Ding Mian curiously leaned up, and saw the water in the teacup, rippling again and again, except for a piece of black, it was still black.

"What do you see?" The blind Taoist asked.

"I can't see anything." Ding Mian shook his head.

"Look again."

"Still can't see ......"

Before Ding Mian finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.

Because, he felt that the water in the teacup was constantly amplifying and churning.

Originally, it was just a trickling stream, but suddenly it became a magnificent long river, and then the long river turned into a sea of waves, and the black sea water jumped up and "rolled" him in......

Ding Mian struggled desperately in the water, barely able to breathe, and could only watch as he sank into it......

At the bottom of the abyss, there is a hundred-foot high, almost headless, colorful tree.

Ding Mian swam over curiously.

The closer he got to the big tree, the more he felt that there was a power in his body that had been silent for a long time, constantly recovering and recovering.

It's a very comfortable feeling, as if the fish are finally back in the water, swimming freely, and even breathing is fresh and sweet.

Ding Mian couldn't help but reach over and touch the root of the tree.

But a terrible scene appeared.

The colorful tree withered in an instant. k

The leaves and fruits on it withered and festered, and even the roots of the tree became extremely dim, as if they had lost all their essence and turned into a puddle of dead things.

Ding Mian was panicked.

He didn't know what to do to stop the tree from withering.

So, a towering tree disappeared like this.

Collapsed with a bang.

And that feeling of suffocation reappeared.

"Ahh

Ding Mian exclaimed in surprise and woke up suddenly.

His face was flushed, his whole body was shaking, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

He looked up and found himself back on the twelfth floor of the White Cloud Tower.

The blind Taoist was still sitting in front of him, looking at him with a smirk.

Ding Mian asked, "What was that big tree just now?" ”

"It's your immortal tree." Blind humanity.

"Immortal trees?"

"That's what the world often says, spiritual veins."

Ding Mian was stunned.

No wonder when he got close to the big tree, he felt like a spring breeze, as if he had been created by heaven and earth...... It turned out that it was his own spiritual vein.

"May I ask why the old-timers are showing me this?" Ding Mian asked.

The blind Taoist smiled and said, "Let you retreat from the difficulty." ”

Ding Mian frowned and said, "Since I came, there is no reason to retreat." ”

The blind Taoist shook his head and said, "Maybe you Ding Mian feel that you have no spiritual vein, and you are proud enough to come this far...... Well, you can indeed snicker in your heart, but that's all, without the spiritual vein, your Dao path is nothing more than that, even if you can defeat Lu Feng, it still won't prove anything. ”

"A cultivator is by no means pursuing any kind of fighting, killing, and fighting, so what? That's what only the reckless man in the human world does...... As a cultivator, living a long time is the last word, and immortality is the ultimate goal. ”

The blind Taoist pointed at Ding Mian and sneered: "You Ding Mian can defeat Lu Feng and enter the twelfth floor, but after a few years, at most a few decades, you will be a puddle of loess...... You will be old, you will be exhausted, you will not be an immortal, you can only struggle at the bottom forever, and you will never be able to realize the Dao. ”

Ding Mian pondered for a while and said, "Decades have passed, if it's exciting enough, for me, it's okay." ”

"It's okay for you, but it's still far from it for Chen Yao." The Blind Daoist snorted, "She is the successor of the future thirteenth floor of the White Cloud Tower, a Hundred Generations genius with the strongest sword heart...... Such a person, let alone live for a few decades, even if he lives for a thousand years or ten thousand years, it is not considered to be against the sky. ”

"What does that have to do with me?" Ding Mian smiled bitterly.

"It's a big deal." The Blind Daoist said in a deep voice, "Not accepting you with her for the first time will not help her cultivation, and after a few decades, if you die, with Chen Yao's heart shape, there is a chance that your sword heart will be broken...... Taking a step back, the offspring of a combination of a sword immortal and a sword immortal must also be a sword immortal seed, but if it is combined with an ordinary man, it is unknown. ”

Ding Mian scratched his head, and understood why this blind Taoist did everything possible to hinder him, not let himself get close to Chen Yao, and even set himself a dead end.

Indeed, with these three things alone, he has enough reason to kill himself.

Even after hearing these words, Ding Mian couldn't help but question whether it was right or wrong for him to be with Chen Yao, whether it could really bring her happiness, or would it ruin her?

It's just that when Ding Mian thought of the couple's dying entrustment, the hesitation in his heart disappeared in an instant.

"Wait until I see her first." Ding Mian said.

"You'll never get a chance to see her." The Blind Daoist sneered, "She has been put into the Immortal Prison Array by me, if she does not enter the Nine Realms, she will not be allowed to leave the formation for the rest of her life, if she enters the Nine Realms, I am afraid that you Ding Mian will have already been reincarnated by then, right?" ”

Ding Mian sighed and said, "In that case, then what else to say, let's fight!" ”