readx;? The dust flew up in the sky, and the power of a sword was so that Li Changying, who was in the realm of transforming into a spirit, did not have the slightest power to resist, and the phantom of this sword would actually be a crazy and drunken storyteller. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed in Qingyang's mind, everything in the dream and everything in reality seemed to intersect at this moment, and an inexplicable feeling suddenly exploded from Qingyang's mind, and at this time, the aura on his body was becoming more and more disordered!

"You... Who the hell are you?!" Li Changying was shocked and frightened, fortunately the blow just now did not affect him, if he was cut by this sword, I am afraid that he would have to fall here.

However, the old man did not answer, and his figure became more and more empty at this moment, as if he had consumed a lot of strength after using this sword.

"Here, you really can't exert too much power... If reincarnation is broken, there will be a big problem. The storyteller looked at the long sword in his hand and muttered to himself.

Qingyang suddenly raised his head, stared at the storyteller with his eyes, and said, "Crazy old man, why are you here?"

At this moment, a fierce and incomparable light flashed in Qingyang's eyes, and the light flashed, and then was replaced by a touch of confusion, sharp and confused constantly alternated in his eyes, making Qingyang's body exude an inexplicable sense of disorder.

The storyteller laughed when he heard this, glanced at Qingyang with deep meaning, and said, "I want to ask, why are you here?

"Is life like a dream, and a dream is like life?" The storyteller turned around and cast all his gaze on Qingyang's body, and at this moment, the sloppy ruffian aura on his body was swept away, replaced by a majestic and domineering aura.

Rumble!

In a word, these words suddenly exploded in Qingyang's mind like thunder, dreams and life, this is the problem that Qingyang has been puzzled about all the way, and now all this seems to have been solved the moment the storyteller appeared!

Dreams are like life, and life is like dreams.

There is not much difference between the two in the first place, whether it is a dream or reality, it is life. That is, life, that is the way, walking on the road, as long as there is a heart of enlightenment, it is meaningless to cultivate the king or not, mortal or not, the Tao is buried in the heart, the heart of the Tao is always there, then whether it is the way of life, or the way of cultivating the king, you can win the world.

Mortal Dao and Dao of Cultivating the King are just two different directions of Dao, just like between vertical and horizontal, they are intertwined and coherent, and in the end they can all form the world and constitute the Dao!

The storyteller smiled with relief at this time, he saw that the confusion in Qingyang's eyes was finally replaced by Qingming, and at this moment the essence in his eyes kept flashing, and his breath became stable and majestic at this moment.

"What kind of Tao are you, enlightened, and what kind of Tao are you?" asked the storyteller with a smile.

When Qingyang heard this, everything he had experienced in his heart flashed over the past period of time, and the past was fragrant, like water crossing his eyes, and there were traces of Taoism.

The so-called Dao Seed is the three thousand endless avenues hidden in the entire universe of heaven and earth when the heavens and the earth first opened.

If the monk can comprehend the Dao seed, he will have the opportunity to sprout the Dao seed on the future path of cultivating kings, and grow into one of the three thousand endless avenues, becoming a supreme powerhouse and dominating the heavens and the earth.

Qingyang closed his eyes slightly, stretched out his left hand, and murmured: "My first Tao is the dream path, and it is the dream path!"

As soon as the words fell, in the horrified eyes of everyone, a rainbow-colored light cluster slowly appeared on Qingyang's left hand, which looked like a seed, exuding the aura of fusion, and under the misty mist, it seemed to be able to make people fall into an eternal dream.

Seeing this, the storyteller's eyes narrowed slightly, and he praised: "Is the way of dreams planted? The Tao can weave the dream world, reincarnate all things, do whatever you want, this way, the power is endless. ”

And when the way of Qingyang's dream emerged, he slowly stretched out his right hand, and Qingyang's mind once again remembered to flow, and when Qingyun stack was in the day, he had an epiphany in front of the window, life is like a bridge, all living beings want to cross the bridge, who sighs and hesitates on the bridge.

Crossing the bridge, it was filled with silence and darkness, coldness and loneliness.

"My second way is the way of the bridge, and it is the way of the bridge. ”

In the surprised gaze of the storyteller, a cold black light cluster slowly emerged from Qingyang's right hand, and there was a silence and cold in the light cluster, glowing with cold light, which made people shiver.

"Huh, in a short period of time, he actually realized two ways in a row, it seems that this kid is really a genius with amazing understanding. ”

"The bridge road is also a virtual road. Daocheng can cross all things in heaven and earth, and it can also imprison all living beings, this way is strange and unpredictable. The storyteller was already shocked at the moment, Qingyang was in the world of fire spirits, relying on such a short period of time, he actually realized two ways in a row, this kind of understanding is really amazing.

At this moment, the aura on Qingyang's body was already becoming more and more terrifying, like an abyssal dragon, making Defeng Liancheng and the others unable to move. Just, is that the end of it?

No!

At this moment, Qingyang opened his left eye!

At this moment, the storyteller's eyes widened and he looked at Qingyang in disbelief, because at this moment, the latter's left eye was already swirling with an endless cold pale light, like a white vortex.

"Could it be?!" the storyteller's heart set off a storm.

Qingyang's mind turned wildly again, and there were only two words left in his memory-ask Fan!

Ask me, why are mortals oppressed?

Ask me why mortals go through the ordeal?

Ask me, why do mortals submit to heaven and earth?

Ask me, why do mortals have short lifespans?

Every question mark is filled with a sense of rebellion, if the heaven and the earth are not benevolent, I will rise against the sky!

"My third path is the reverse path, and it is for the reverse way!" Qingyang's left eye suddenly shot out a terrifying light, the light shot straight into the sky, turning into a cold white light cluster, within the light cluster, the ghostly white air was swirling, and an earth-shattering reverse intention escaped out.

However, the shock in the storyteller's eyes had not yet dissipated, but Qingyang's right eye opened violently again!

Swish!

Among them, the golden light was shining, and there was a breath of enlightenment in the heavens and the earth, as if the golden dragon was hovering in it, and a silent shock swept out.

"It's... It's incredible!" The storyteller was already shocked beyond comprehension at the moment, and his mouth couldn't be closed.

After asking, what should you do if you want to go against the sky? Is there a thought, is there a power, is there a possibility, is there a feeling, can you understand the heaven and the earth, question the heaven and the earth, and cultivate the avenue of the heaven and the earth?!

This answer, after Qingyang saw Liu Ming, a great Confucian, he already had the answer in his heart!

"My fourth Dao is Confucianism, and it is for the Great Confucianism and Taoism!" Qingyang's breath rose again, his right eye opened angrily, and a brilliant golden light burst out like an aurora, forming a golden dragon-like light cluster in the void, and there was a tiger roaring dragon roaring in the light cluster, and the momentum was amazing.

Rumble!

The four Dao species rose to the sky together, reflecting each other in the sky, exuding an earth-shattering atmosphere!

The storyteller stared blankly at the sky, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and said, "Oh my God... I actually realized four ways in a row..."

"Since ancient times, no one has ever realized the four realms... And... Enlightenment is all vanity!!"