Punching, as the name suggests, impacts the acupuncture points and breaks the barrier between the human body and heaven and earth.

The mainstream cultivation system, the acupuncture points that need to be opened in the Chong Skill Realm, are one hundred and eight.

However, the "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Technique" needs to open as many as three hundred and sixty-one.

The light of the acupuncture hole fell silent, and Ye Changsheng slowly opened his eyes and floated up.

It is as if the double shackles of body and soul have been removed, and the body and soul are as light as a feather, which can be blown by a gust of wind.

The vitality in the body is surging like the Yangtze River, but it is silent.

Ye Changsheng suddenly drew his sword and suddenly put away his sword.

In the dark hall, the sword light flashed thirty-two times!

Ye Changsheng's calm eyes flashed with joy.

Now his basic strength has reached at least 20,000 catties, so he can slash out thirty-two swords in one breath.

Thirty-two swords in one breath means that his "Speed Dragon Slash" has reached the "Dacheng" realm, and he is one step closer to the final Great Perfection realm.

Using the vitality in his body to clean up the filth on his body, Ye Changsheng changed into an ordinary cultivation suit, hung the long sword that the magic bell gave him from his waist, and strode out.

After practicing in the underground tomb for half a month, he successfully concluded the seventh-level floating slaughter, and it was time to go back.

As for the other two closed doors of the Xuan Palace, as well as the treasures in those coffins, Changsheng was not interested.

Full is overflowing, profit is loss, he has already got what he wants, why should he get Longwangshu?

Leave the rest of the secret to him next time.

Out of the Xuan Palace, it was already late at night, and the sky and the earth were vast, like a dark cage.

In the tumbling mist, Ye Changsheng walked forward.

The poisonous miasma was close to the body, and it was immediately blocked out by an invisible barrier.

Lotus clothes protect the body, no poison, no pollution.

Lianyi's defense is also very strong, and it can withstand the blow of ten thousand catties.

And with the increase of Ye Changsheng's strength, the defense of Lotus Yi will also increase.

Chirping!

The two-level demon beast phantom rat had just emerged from the mud, its sharp teeth biting towards the intruder's ankle.

Before its teeth could fully open, it was pierced through the head by a sword and nailed to the ground.

Ye Changsheng raised the tip of his sword, and the corpse of the phantom mouse flew backwards.

The three black demon wolves who were secretly following suddenly fought for the food that fell from the sky.

Demon beasts below the third level, Changsheng has lost the interest in making a move.

As soon as his mind moved, the "Urra Heart Sutra" blessed on his body, the scriptures flashed in an instant, and the Buddha's light loomed.

Those poisonous demon beasts hidden in the shadows were so frightened that they retreated, huddled in the dark mud, shivering.

The stars are moving, all the way forward.

In the distance, a mountain range appeared.

That mountain range was unusually tall, blocking the poisonous miasma that permeated the Black Wind Ridge.

Over the mountains, it is the area inhabited by the human race, and it is not far from the provincial capital.

The spirit of immortality was greatly lifted, and he performed a getaway, flying away without touching.

"Jueyun Step" is worthy of being the supreme method of Taoism, the mystery is profound, the wonderful taste is endless, and the "getaway" comprehended by Changsheng is only a small part of the mystery.

Probably because his Taoism is not deep enough, he can only comprehend this point.

After running for a whole day and a night, the body and footwork were harmonious and unhindered, and the vitality in the immortal body was almost exhausted.

He found a secluded place, entered the realm of the Ara, and settled in a moment.

On the ninth day of October, a heavy snow fell from the sky, and the sky and the earth were vast.

Eighteen miles outside the Nine Winds City, the ancient temple bell rang leisurely, drifting outward in the flying snowflakes.

The snow-capped mountain tops are like an ethereal world.

A tall and simple temple slowly rose from the end of the steps, and finally completely appeared in front of Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng stopped and looked at the ancient temple with red walls and golden roofs, and the pictures of his childhood memories flashed one by one.

Six years ago, he came to Tangmen Temple once, and his father brought him here, and he also knelt down in front of the Buddha in the Daxiong Treasure Hall for a while.

My father probably told the Buddha about the situation of the profiteer Long's family, and after confiding in him, he was obviously in a much better mood.

Changsheng smiled faintly, took out a package from the demon space, and walked towards the two monks who were clearing the snow in front of the mountain gate.

"In Xia Sanshui Town, Ye Changsheng asked to see Master Longhai. "Changsheng crossed his chest with one palm and saluted.

The elder monk hurriedly put down the broom and saluted back: "Master Ye, the head of the courtyard has gone out to visit, but he has explained that if you come, you can go directly to the Siguo Cliff in the back mountain." ”

Back mountain, think about the cliff?

Ye Changsheng followed the instructions of the monk and saw a path that bypassed the temple leading to the back mountain, and couldn't help but be surprised.

He handed the parcel in his hand to the monk: "Six years ago, my father made a wish here, and he also came here to repay his wish, please offer the parcel to the Buddha in front of him." ”

With that, he nodded, and walked towards the snow-covered path.

After Ye Changsheng left, the monk put down his palm and looked at the package in his hand curiously.

The package contained a silver ticket and two taels of silver, two thousand three hundred and eighty-six taels of silver, to be exact.

The snow was falling, and Ye Changsheng's thoughts were drifting.

He was thinking about the two monks who were sweeping the snow, knowing that the snow would not be clean, but they still had to keep sweeping.

This is probably the same as the Buddha's principle of purifying sentient beings, knowing that he cannot do it, and only pursuing the perfection of the process.

The two monks in front saw Ye Changsheng coming, and at the same time saluted with one palm and got out of the way.

Ye Changsheng crossed the mouth of the gorge, tossed and turned for a while, and in front of him, a cliff appeared.

On the opposite side of the cliff, the frozen waterfall turns into a hundred feet of hanging ice, which is spectacular and spectacular.

Above the cliffs, strange rocks are craggy, and thick snow hides their edges.

In a cave on the side, a figure came out and looked at Ye Changsheng with a little surprise.

Ye Changsheng was also surprised, and said with a smile: "Master Wuxuan, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

There is no change, white clothes, short hair and bare feet, and a face as cold and hard as marble.

After returning the salute, he raised his head, and the surprise in his eyes was even greater.

From the moment Ye Changsheng walked onto the cliff, Wu Zhen had actually recognized Ye Changsheng's breath.

What really surprised him was that Ye Changsheng's aura had changed a lot.

It is not only the changes brought about by cultivation and refinement, but also a very deep Buddhist aura that ordinary people cannot feel.

Wu Zhen once observed the tantric empowerment ceremony, and the aura exuded by the tantric disciples after the empowerment was very similar to Ye Changsheng's.

Putting away the look of surprise in his eyes, he said without a smile: "Master Ye, why are you here?"

Ye Changsheng looked around and said quietly: "Thinking about the cliff, have you thought about it here?"

Wu Zhen nodded: "The punishment of the mountain gate will be executed nearby." ”

"Something about Nine Winds City?"

Wuzhen nodded, and shook his head again: "This matter has nothing to do with you, it's the little monk who shouldn't let that witch mess around, so that he loses his sense of proportion." ”

You said so, how can it have nothing to do with me?

A trace of guilt flashed in Changsheng's eyes, and he didn't know how to comfort him.

There was silence for a moment, and a hint of apology flashed in his eyes: "Listen to Long Hai, this matter has also caused you trouble?"

"I'm in trouble. Ye Changsheng couldn't help but laugh aloud when he saw the guilt in Wuzhen's eyes, and his laughter became more and more immature.

His long hair turned from white to black, and his face and body began to become immature, changing back to the age of twelve at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The first merit?!

Wu Xu, Master Long Hai, let out an exclamation at the same time.