Tian Nongxiang ran for a distance, suddenly went around to a secluded place, and sat down.

His aura didn't adjust just now, but he noticed that the old woman seemed to be probing him, so he left in a hurry. Seeing that it was far away from the chariot, he stopped, ran the method of breathing, and then performed pranayama.

The golden chariot roared forward again.

The little princess stood in front of the railing, and her heart was amazed. She became more and more curious about the doll, this little creature was really weird, not only amazing in battle, but also elusive in acting.

The old woman beside her suddenly sighed: "It's good that the Diqiu field farmer has such an offspring." ”

The little princess was startled and turned her head to look at her, "What's wrong?"

"If this doll grows up, in this world, I am afraid that few people can restrain it. The old woman said quietly.

The little princess was shocked, "No, my father ......."

The old woman was stunned, she didn't expect the little princess to compare Emperor Yan with the doll, but she didn't dare to say anything in her heart, "Emperor Yan's martial arts, it's just that the doll has to guard against ......"

The little princess was stunned, she didn't expect her to make such an evaluation. How strange should it be that he was still a child who was going around making trouble in the early stage of the Enlightenment Realm, and he couldn't help but be on guard.

No one had ever said anything like that in her ear before. Not to mention a cultivator in the Enlightenment Realm, even if he is scattered and returned to the realm, even a monk who condenses into meditation, the whole Yan Kingdom will not take it seriously at all. And today, this evaluation was given to a doll, which surprised her.

At this time, Tian Nongxiang was already silent in the method of vomiting. For some reason, he had a new understanding of this method. In the past, I just thought that this method could calm my breath, slow down my breath, and observe the changes in my body.

But this time, he suddenly felt that this was a method of fusing his body with the outside world, and with the operation of the method of breathing, he gradually changed the way he perceived the outside world. The original viewing, smelling, touching, and smelling stopped instantly.

Everything flows, and this heart does not move.

Heaven and earth are connected, all things are quiet, standing in a trickle, bearing the touch of heaven and earth, being favored by all things, cleansing the soul, like a spring breeze. Suddenly, the waves shook the sky, the sky collapsed, and all the souls in the world fell silent. Sometimes it is like a duckweed without roots, rising and falling with the waves, but like a dead leaf with a broken branch, it flies in the wind.

The choice of fate is in the sky, on the earth, in the ups and downs of all things, in the water, in the fire, it burns, when the sky collapses, when the earth collapses, it collapses. In the world, can there be things that last forever?

A young shoot, slowly poking out in the chaos. Walking against the waves, facing the fire and being reborn, constantly extending, going through dilapidation, and then rising and falling, like a rootless thing, and like a rooted spirit.

All lives can be done, but this body does not move.

Suddenly, the Ancient Xuan Sutra in Tian Nongxiang's body suddenly operated, and the air flow converged rapidly, circling above the hair platform in his body, and a dragon soared into the air, roaring through the sky and walking through nothingness. The Faji was constantly shaking, and seven or eight petals like lotus flowers protruded from all around, converging and expanding the Dharma platform.

Canglong swooped down, boomed, and sank into the Dharma platform. The lotus flower blooms, scattering a misty light.

His breath was changing, and each time he breathed in, it was faintly accompanied by the sound of a dragon's groan.

"He's not going to advance, is he?" Lei Ling looked at him from afar. Just now, Tian Nongxiang was about to breathe, and he hurriedly stood aside to protect the Dharma for him. But I didn't expect that it was just pranayama, and there was such a disturbance.

Qiankun Pan was also confused, "Wouldn't it, wouldn't it? He had only been promoted to the Qi Cultivation Realm for a month or two, how could it be!" However, it couldn't tell what Tian Nongxiang was doing, because his aura was indeed changing, and he vaguely felt that it was much stronger than just now.

Indeed, it is unheard of to be able to advance in just one or two months. It is impossible to be so fast, unless you get the help of immortal weapons, or eat the help of immortal things, but what kind of immortal things can ordinary people get? Even human emperors can hardly have such an opportunity.

If it weren't for the promotion, why could this little guy's aura change drastically? I could clearly feel the vigorous power in his body, constantly surging in the void. This is too weird!

Lei Ling and Qiankun looked at each other.

The golden chariot roared past not far away. It should be said that those guards and old women had noticed that he was hiding not far away, and even vaguely felt the change in his breath, secretly different. But I was afraid that the little princess would provoke that weird guy again. If that little thing really has some plans, something happens, and it is inconvenient to control it. Therefore, the chariot was secretly urged and galloped away.

The little princess's cultivation was low and she didn't notice all this. I was still thinking about the child who was covered in blood, but in an instant he was running and galloping like no one. For some reason, this image lingered in my mind. Then he remembered what he had done in the wine house, and burst out laughing.

I remember you.

At this time, Tian Nongxiang was still immersed in the operation of the primeval scriptures, and the content of the scriptures unconsciously extended a lot, which benefited him a lot. He could clearly perceive the changes in his body, but he couldn't figure out why.

It's not easy to figure out. After all, it hadn't been long since he was promoted to the Qi Cultivation Realm, and the world had never heard of someone who could be promoted in just a few months.

However, there are exceptions to everything. Because for many days, he had been fighting with the high-ranking cultivators with all his might, and it had even become a matter of course, which was something that ordinary Enlightenment Realm cultivators did not dare to imagine. This kind of habituality has tapped his potential to the extreme every time, and it has also brought his comprehension of the spells he learned to a higher level. Moreover, the "saint" character text continued to boost, and his body also underwent drastic changes. He just didn't notice it.

Coincidentally, the strange bell suddenly appeared, and under the breathtaking glance of the dragon, it once again pushed his current potential to the top. After the joint bombardment of Ling Xiao and others, his body was transformed.

He had countless doubts, but he couldn't stop the true flow that was still gathering in his body. Those true streams rushed his body with pain, and there was a slight "rattling" sound everywhere, as if it was broken, and it seemed to be recombining.

It's a painful process, like a metamorphosis. It stands to reason that this process can only happen when you are promoted to a major rank, and this is not the case with a promotion of the same rank.

Lei Ling and Qiankun pan's whole body tightened, staring at Tian Nongxiang tightly, and scolded this guy for being "demonic" in their hearts.

It should be said that Qiankun Pan's heart was broken, as early as more than a year ago, Tian Nongxiang had no cultivation, and he still relied on his own support before returning to the clan. But in a short time, he actually caught up. It was only then that it suddenly remembered that it had been standing still.

This is also too unconscionable and hurts self-esteem.

At this moment, Tian Nongxiang suddenly let out a long roar and rose into the air. The air flow around his body was surging vigorously, and the majestic wind caressed up, and with the hovering of his body, an invisible Dharma platform was formed in the void, as if holding a farmer in the field.