Huaguo Mountain, the top of the mountain, on the fairy stone where Sun Wukong was born, Lin Yang sat cross-legged. From the top www.biquge.info of the mountain to the mountainside, there is not a single animal. Sun Wukong led the monkeys, guarding the halfway up the mountain, to protect Lin Yang.

Lin Yang opened his mouth, and countless spiritual qi poured into Lin Yang's body like a storm. Because there was too much aura, it was too late to refine it for a while, and Lin Yang's body was already wrapped in layers of aura, like a silkworm cocoon.

Lin Yang remained motionless like this, sitting for a long time.

After half a day, the cocoons were gradually decreasing, and Lin Yang's breath became stronger and stronger. The monkeys standing halfway up the mountain, some of them with low cultivation, couldn't resist Lin Yang's coercion, and knelt on the ground one after another. Sun Wukong had no choice but to let them evacuate.

After another half a day, the aura around Lin Yang's body had disappeared. At this time, it was Sun Wukong, who couldn't bear it a little.

The mana in Lin Yang's body was surging and surging, impacting over and over again, as if he was about to break some restraints.

Suddenly, Lin Yang opened his eyes.

If someone was there at this time, they would see that in Lin Yang's gaze, there seemed to be an illusory long river.

This big river is mighty, starry and colorful. It exists in Lin Yang's eyes, but it does not exist in reality, as if it is an illusory thing itself, and it cannot be seen until it reaches a certain realm.

Lin Yang was in this river, and he saw his own phantom at a glance. You don't have to look for it, it's a feeling. I can't tell, I can't tell, but Lin Yang knows that it's him.

He was moving forward, and all around him were crowds, following the river indifferently, not knowing where to go or where the river ended.

Lin Yang looked at it for a while, and a strange feeling surged into his heart, it was a kind of connection in the dark, and the phantom in the river was summoning Lin Yang.

"Come on! This is where you belong! ”

This voice has a strong ability to bewitch, and it is the best means of seduction in the world, which is less than one-ten-thousandth of it.

Lin Yang sneered in his heart and made a bold move.

A large hand grasped his own phantom in the river.

The big hand was close to his phantom, and countless black tentacles gushed out from the river, densely packed, grabbing Lin Yang's big hand, and instantly crushing Lin Yang's big hand.

The next moment, the black tentacles disappeared into the river again, as if nothing had appeared just now.

Lin Yang was not discouraged, if it was so easy to jump out of the long river of fate, in this world, Jin Xian didn't know how much more.

This time, Lin Yang came out with both hands, his left hand was still a claw sticking out, grabbing his phantom, and his right hand pointed into a sword, slashing around his phantom.

The big hand and sword energy are reached at the same time.

Countless black tentacles and sword qi clashed violently, making the sound of Jin Ge fighting.

The giant claw in his left hand, carrying Lin Yang's own phantom, slowly pulled up from the river.

Lin Yangla's extreme difficulty, the soles of the phantom's feet, seemed to have a strong attraction, like a swamp.

Lin Yang didn't stop, he opened his mouth and spewed, and a flame split into two beams and burned towards the soles of the phantom's feet.

This is the collection of Lin Yang's essence and spirit, the formation of the true fire of samadhi.

Suddenly, the sound of "zizizi" was endless.

It was the tentacles burned by the true fire of samadhi.

In an instant, Lin Yang only felt the soles of the phantom feet, and the pulling force was suddenly much weaker.

Lin Yang was full of energy, pulled hard, and pulled the phantom out of the river suddenly.

At this moment, the whole river boiled and became irritated.

Lin Yang This is a provocation to fate, any behavior that disturbs the long river of fate and tries to go against fate will be punished by fate.

In an instant, countless tentacles converged to form a thick black chain, which was the chain of fate.

The chains were like lightning, hooking towards Lin Yang's phantom, the speed was too fast, and a sharp and piercing sound was drawn in the air, and where each chain crossed, the space was torn out of a slender crack.

Lin Yang pulled the mana of his phantom, only to feel a huge force coming, slowly dragging his phantom into the river.

Lin Yang dared to make the slightest reservation, his right hand waved continuously, and his mouth spewed fire again and again.

In the next moment, infinite thunder fell from the sky, countless sword qi slashed down from the air, and countless flames sprayed down from the air, all hitting this black thick chain.

"Bang Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

"Zizizi!"

Lin Yang's three strongest means, thunder, sword qi and samadhi true fire, at this moment, all of them surged away without reservation.

The thick black chain was hit by Lin Yang repeatedly, and suddenly the place where it was hit in the middle became thin and dim, and the pulling force was greatly reduced again.

Lin Yang snorted violently, condensed the mana of his whole body, grabbed the black chain on the phantom's waist, and pulled hard.

"Zheng!"

At this moment, the thick black chain broke in response.

Lin Yang was overjoyed, his big hand flew back, grabbed the phantom, and quickly retracted it to his side.

The phantom approached, Lin Yang opened his mouth and inhaled, and the phantom was sucked into his body by Lin Yang and completely fused with himself.

Lin Yang felt as if there was something more in his body, and the long river of fate slowly dissipated.

After a long time, Lin Yang exhaled lightly and entered a new realm.

Golden Immortals!

At this moment, Lin Yang is really at ease, he only feels relaxed, without the slightest restraint, freedom is the deepest feeling at this moment.

This day, this place, for Lin Yang, is so harmonious, so beautiful, although it is the mother, but it no longer restricts Lin Yang at all.

When you arrive at the Golden Immortal, it means jumping out of the long river of fate. There is no more power, and it can be used to kill Lin Yang from the long river of fate to kill Lin Yang's past or future.

Of course, it is changeable now, and every step Lin Yang takes now is no longer shown in the long river of fate. If there is a great power that forcibly asks Lin Yang how to go, and if he does not obey, Lin Yang will be helpless.

Freedom, without absolute strength, has always been relative.

The tragedy of Sun Wukong is like this, even if he jumps out of the long river of fate, he can't jump out of the arrangement of Rulai. Lin Yang didn't know if Rulai would forcibly invite him to the Buddha Gate, and he didn't know if Daomen Sanqing would shelter him.

At this moment, Lin Yang checked himself first.

Lin Yang's body has undergone earth-shaking changes again. In addition to the substantial increase in the strength of the body, the great stability of the meridian dantian, etc., in Lin Yang's body, the divine power of the Heavenly Crying Sutra, the Buddha power, and his own mana were completely fused together. It is the Great Dao of Creation taught by Li Shan's old mother, and it is also integrated into the Chaotic Avenue of Lin Yang. Of course, this is because Lin Yang's Great Dao of Creation has not cultivated to the level of Li Shan's old mother, otherwise, it would not be able to fuse at all.

I have to say that the unification of mana is also beneficial. At the very least, when combined, the power is multiplied. Moreover, Lin Yang wanted to separate them, so he separated them.

At the level of the Golden Immortal, he was already able to grope the fur of the Great Dao. What is usually difficult to comprehend, at this time, it only feels extremely transparent, and there is no more obstacle.

Lin Yang sorted it out, and what his Chaos Dao contained included was the Way of Creation, the Way of Thunder, the Way of the Sword, the Way of Symbols, the Way of Buddhism, the Way of Demons, and so on. These can be improved again. As for the Space Dao, Lin Yang also felt that he could cultivate, and it was no longer the way he had before. As for the Avenue of Time, there is still no clue for the time being.

Achieving heavenly immortals is not all right! Five hundred years later, a thunderstorm struck from the sky, and it was necessary to be aware of the nature and mind and avoid it in advance. can hide from longevity and Tianqi, but can't escape from death. Five hundred years later, a fire struck from the sky. This fire is not a heavenly fire, nor is it a mortal fire, but it is called a yin fire. Burning from under its own springs, it penetrates the mud wall, the five organs turn into ashes, and the limbs are decayed, and the thousands of years of asceticism are illusory. In another five hundred years, another storm blew again. This wind is not the southeast and northwest wind, it is not the wind of the smoke Jinshuo, nor is it the wind of flowers, willows, pines and bamboos, it is called the wind of the eagle. Blowing into the six intestines from the fontanelle, passing through the dantian, wearing the nine orifices, the flesh and bones are sparse, and the body is self-dissolving.

Lin Yang now has seventy-two changes, so he is not worried at all.

Lin Yang planned to meet Sun Wukong first, and then retreat again for a period of time to improve his combat power.