"Bear with me a little longer, if this step is completed by the old man for you, then your final achievement will be reduced by at least fifty percent, which will undoubtedly ruin a cultivation genius." ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ said Щщш.ā

The old man's eyes were wide open, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his heart was at war between heaven and man.

Yan San didn't say a word, he kept gritting his teeth and insisting on running the breath in his body. Even though they were completely out of his control, he still allowed himself to keep that state of mind.

Just when the last trace of the bubble ball was ingested into his body, Yan San felt a mysterious aura surging in his body, which was a very primitive perception, and it didn't take long for Yan San's restless aura to calm down, and then a trace of strange silk threads burst out from the pores of his skin, and it didn't take long for a circle of undetectable spirals to form around his body.

Yan San immediately ran the Void Energy Technique, only to find that the breath in his body was smooth, and there was even an illusion of blending with heaven and earth.

After staring at Yan San for a long time, the old man's original nervousness eased, he stroked his white beard and nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "The child can be taught."

Then he walked out of time and space with peace of mind, leaving only Yan San alone in the dim space.

The aura on his face gradually dissipated, taking on a charming hue, and the spiral body that surrounded his body also retracted into the meridians like a spider spinning silk. Until a circle of mysterious four-element aura was formed within his dantian.

The moment Yan San opened his eyes, his perception suddenly became extremely broad, as if he was penetrating this dim time and space and seeing reality.

At this time, the indifferent old man was meditating on his knees, and he didn't seem to realize that Yan San could penetrate his consciousness.

Yan San's eyes were fixed on the talisman in his hand, ready to pounce on it and snatch it over. With his understanding of the old man, as long as he has the warrant, he will follow the rules and let him go.

Seeing that Yan San's palm was about to touch the talisman, at this moment, the old man opened his eyes, and a cold gaze shot towards Yan San. Then he stretched out his dry palm and grabbed Yan San's wrist, and shook it hard, Yan San immediately sensed that the world was spinning, and finally he was thrown into another, even more ghostly time and space.

The old man shook his shirt and sneered, "If you can break through here again, the old man will let you go."

After speaking, the old man no longer ignored Yan San, who was annoyed with his face, and walked towards the depths of time and space alone.

Yan San's eyes looked around blankly, and found that this was actually a space-time with a four-element spiral, each of which seemed to be a new space-time, entangled with each other, presenting a very mysterious space-time structure. Seeing this, Yan San finally realized what this place was, it turned out that this was the sense of time and space presented by the curve graphics and texts in the memory ball.

Yan San stepped into the air to a higher gradient, and more mysterious matrices below were revealed, which felt like his four-dimensional perspective in the chaotic space.

"Now you start to apply this state, when you can refine the Void Spirit Pattern into seven, you can leave here" After speaking, the old man shook his body again, and stepped on Yan San's shoulder, he kicked hard, Yan San had already fallen into the spiral maze.

Then Yan San lost his sense of direction, and the whole person shuttled through the phantom realm of countless spiral crochets until he was completely covered.

Staring at Yan San being submerged in the spiral body, a smug smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth and said, "Boy, if you can come out within ten years, Lao Tzu will call you a master."

One by one, spirals slipped from Yan San's side, and at this time, Yan San's eyes almost lost any ability to discriminate, and intuitively he was entangled by countless spirals, as if he had fallen into a spider cave.

When he opened his eyes again, everything familiar in front of him vanished, but came out of an empty curtain of light. The whole world is like a flawless white substrate.

Yan San was disturbed by this absolute whiteness, how much he wished he could see something familiar now, even if it was a nasty old man, even his stone-changing broad beans were excellent.

But there is nothing, only oneself exists. Yan San felt extremely silent all around, and he could even hear the frequency of his breathing and heartbeat, as well as the speed of his blood flowing.

Yan San couldn't bear this kind of absolutely quiet and boring world, he was like a wild beast, he wanted to break through here, he hit heaven and earth with his head, but heaven and earth didn't exist here. There seems to be only one direction, and that is the white underfoot.

Yan San tried several times and failed, and in the end he had no choice but to weaken like a deflated ball, he couldn't snuggle up, and he couldn't lie down with the help of the ground, because there was nothing to rely on here.

Therefore, even if Yan San softened, he still stood, but his standing posture was a little casual.

What the hell is this place, Yan San shouted at the whole world, but no one responded to him, not even an echo.

In the end, Yan San tried to bombard this piece of white to vent his inner anger. But now he was placed in the only perspective, where there was any direction. He punched it out until it was nothing. He kicked out and was still nothing.

There was not even a trace of fluctuation, and this sense of emptiness made Yan San a little crazy in his heart.

He ran hard, running tens of thousands of steps in one breath, but he still stood at the starting point.

Yan San finally stared around with a desperate look, and he really suffered a kind of desperate torment in his heart.

Just as Yan San's consciousness was almost about to collapse, an ethereal voice reached his ears.

It was the voice of an old man, and he said, "Boy, if you continue to be so manic, you will go crazy."

Yan San raised his head suddenly, stared at the sky with red eyes, and asked, "What kind of place is this?" Let me out".

The old man explained in a very peaceful tone, "Boy, this is your inner world, because your kid's heart is very pure, so it is like this, but it is precisely because of this, your inner world is more difficult to decipher than anyone else."

"The inner world? Nonsense, I was thrown in by you, how could you throw me into my inner world," Yan San retorted indignantly.

Regarding Yan San's attitude, the old man was not angry, and continued to explain, "Boy, do you think there is a difference between the inner world and the real world outside? In the quaternion perspective, these two things originally belong to the same form, one is constructed by probability, and the other is determined by autonomous consciousness, but there is no essential difference between the two in the quaternion perspective."

"Even so, you threw me in, you want to take me out" Yan San didn't want to stay here for a moment at this time.

The old man took a long breath and said, "Boy, do you think I don't want to? It's a pity that it's your own inner world, and if you can't get out of it by yourself, the old man can't do anything."

When Yan San heard this, he realized that he might have to stay in this ghost place for a long time, or for a lifetime, and the fear in his heart was even worse, which made him calm down a little and start to go crazy again.

"Boy, the heart is yours, naturally this inner world projection is also under your own control, remember, forget yourself in that world, find your origin, and then you can come out" After the old man said this, he disappeared completely.

Yan San first roared a few times in a manic rage, and finally gradually calmed down under the control of a trace of reason.

He stared at the white beneath his feet, and at the white above. He stopped paying attention to this space-time perception and began to slowly close his eyes.

He tried to experience his heart, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he was immediately awakened by the sound of heartbeat and blood.

Yan San couldn't enter the country at all.

He tried several more times before he sighed and said, "Perhaps the most difficult thing in the world to cross is not the mountains, but yourself."

Yan San couldn't enter the country at all now, so he stood up and walked around, although he knew that it would be boring to do so. But he still didn't want to stay in one position.

When he kept insisting on doing something, something strange happened, and there were some blurred lights and shadows in the white world.

It's like a stone, and a beautiful swirl of light emerges at intervals.

Yan San began to pick these light swirls along these stones, although it was boring, but he never tired of it. Until he circled the stone and returned to the same place.

Yan San glanced down at the light swirls in his hands, which also converged together, forming a transparent light vortex, and finally completely merged into the void and disappeared.

Everything was white again, as if nothing had happened.

But Yan San felt that his heart seemed to be much calmer than just now, and he tried to make some more squares, but nothing came out of the white background.

Yan San was inexplicably a little frustrated in his heart, he began to wander aimlessly again, and soon he saw some flames again, those flames were like some kind of holiday fireworks, as long as they could be collected together, they would form brilliant fireworks. Yan San set off again to pick them, until hundreds of fireworks were collected together and bloomed on a pure white background, and then a smile finally appeared on Yan San's sullen cheeks.

Peng!

Bao Nu was punched in the shoulder by the Djinn clansman, and he staggered several steps in a row before he stabilized his body.

He rubbed his red and swollen shoulders in bitterness, and his triangular eyes almost burst into tears.

For days, he had been trying to attack the giant by all means, but every time he sneaked up, he would be beaten all over his body by the giant's unconscious reaction.

Seeing the giant lazily turn over, and snort again, and look sleepy, Bao Nu couldn't wait to slap his mouth with his palm.

Lao Tzu fought fairly with you, and he was definitely not an opponent, but he couldn't even sneak attack. Baonu was not convinced, although he had already suffered a lot, he still did not give up.

He raised his arm and yanked it viciously at the djinn's back.

At this moment, the Djinn Clan turned over, and the kernel that was pressed under him inexplicably ejected.

Peng! Bao Nu almost screamed again, he covered his mouth with his hand, and twitched for a half time in great pain, before he looked down at his palm, which was red and swollen into pig's trotters, and finally couldn't hold back a tear.

Bao Nu's aggrieved eyes stared at his red and swollen palms, and he was about to get up and open. But he was dragged by the Djinn Clan, and he said sleepily, "Brother, why don't you sleep yet, tomorrow we need to pass through another phantom array, and we must save some physical energy."

Bao Nu's palm was held by the giant spirit clansman's hand, and the pain in his heart made the corners of his mouth crooked.

He gasped for air conditioning and said, "I'd better go outside and sleep with them."

"How can this be, you are a guest, you should sleep in the best place" The Djinn Clansman didn't care whether Bao Nu agreed or not, and pulled it hard, pressing it onto the blanket.

Then he rolled over and began to snore profusely shortly after.

But Bao Nu held his more red and swollen palms in pain, and he really suspected that the kid in front of him was deliberately pretending.

Maybe he already knew his identity, otherwise how could it be so coincidental that every sneak attack he made was easily defused by him. He also injured himself.

When Bao Nu thought of this, his heart swelled with retreat. He didn't want to kill someone else for nothing.

Thinking of this, he immediately put away his bags and prepared to leave here quietly.

But just as he got up, the Djinn turned over and accidentally slipped himself out of the nuke.

Bao Nu immediately sensed that this was a golden opportunity to assassinate him, and his greedy eyes suddenly flashed with ferocity. He approached the Djinn clan step by step, but when he reached him, he didn't dare to make a move.

Bao Nu is now branded with the root of the disease, and as long as he sneaks up on the giant, he is a little afraid, for fear that he will suffer an inexplicable blow.

Bao Nu hesitated, but he was still going to give up, he didn't want his remaining right hand to be pierced into a pig's trotter.

Bao Nu sighed, turned around silently, and wanted to leave in a state of frustration. At this moment, the voice of a giant was heard behind him.

"Dabai, why are you stuck in a fruit pit?"

"What? This is the core of the five-yuan fruit, no wonder! ”。

"Don't be afraid, I'll help you take it out."

In a few words, Debao Nu had disappeared and greed suddenly rose again, he turned around suddenly, his eyes were red, staring at the fruit core on the ground, and said to himself, "This is a five-yuan fruit core, and Lao Tzu is worth it even if he gets it."

Bao Nu's eyes shot an unprecedentedly hot gaze, and he walked towards the giant step by step. After carefully leaping over the giant's arm, he finally grabbed the coveted five-element kernel.

He pressed it to his cheek and inhaled hard, and sure enough, the aura was overwhelming. Bao Nu was so excited that he almost began to cry, but he tried to restrain himself, quietly pulled out the core little by little, and then walked out of the tent by bypassing the giant.

The moment he walked to the plain, the whole person went crazy, and he flew into the void with the kernel in his arms, laughing loudly.

The huge core was wielded by him in mid-air. Bao Nu stared at the core of the fruit with great satisfaction, stroked it with his hand, and said proudly, "This is the five-yuan fruit core, that idiot, actually used it as a weapon, isn't this a violent thing, this kind of good thing can only be used by my Lingbao descendants to exert its strongest effect."

"Really? Then tell me how to exert its strongest effect" Just when Baonu was forgetful, a figure stood silently behind him.

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