In the middle of the river, this man, a woman, and two figures suddenly disappeared.

Zhang was already in a state of flux, and was caught off guard by Feng Siniang, coupled with this impact, where can he support the weight of two people?

So, the two of them both sank into the river.

In the next moment, a figure broke through the water and jumped back onto the boat.

Feng Siniang was thrown back from under the water by Zhang Yuan, her clothes were wet at the moment, and the ups and downs of her body were fully revealed, and the whole person knelt on the boat weakly, her expression was sad and sad, her hands covered her face, and tears slid through her fingers and flowed down in a flutter.

Zhang Yuan, can you walk on the water, is it the river god of the Bilan River?

Why are you showing up...... Why do you want to leave when you appear......

In the next ten years, Feng Siniang missed Zhang Yuanxin and forgot about it, and the lingering and warmth of the underwater scene became the biggest motivation for her to continue living and waiting......

......

A day later, thousands of miles away.

"Chase the four directions, how can you be afraid of wind and frost! The knife is out of the gate, even if the magic is three feet high......"

A group of high-rollers in the rivers and lakes sang wildly, rode their horses and galloped past Zhang Yuan, and no one cared about the bald monk on the side of the road.

"The heroes of the Northland are different from the land of Gyeonggi. ”

Zhang Yuan paced idly in the smoke and dust kicked up by the horse's hooves, and the invisible qi barrier around his body did not stain him with a single dust. Looking at this group of generous and sad high-rollers, he couldn't help but think of himself in his previous life.

He also admired this kind of heroic style of riding horses and rivers and lakes and traveling in all directions, but he understood better that after the great changes in the world came, these high-rollers who dared to slaughter officials and kill officials were just pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered at any time.

In this life, the way he walked was already different, and his enthusiasm for martial arts could only be deposited in the bottom of his heart.

The sky was getting dark, the black clouds were overpowering, and suddenly there was a thunderstorm, and the rumbling thunder rolled between the heavens and the earth, and soon it began to pour down.

Although Zhang Yuan didn't care about the rain, he ran for a day and a night with all his might, and he felt a little tired at the moment, so he found an abandoned ruined temple to rest.

And after these days of recuperation, the soul has also recovered intact, and it is the time to try the yin soul out of the shell!

As soon as he sat down, there was a series of hurried horses' hooves outside the temple, and then the door was kicked open, and a dozen or so high-rollers poured in, which was the same group of people they had met a few hours ago.

When the group of people saw a monk sitting in the temple, they looked at each other, but they didn't care, twisting their clothes, lighting the fire, and they were busy talking, talking and laughing loudly.

Zhang Yuan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, there was not a trace of noise in his ears, and his mind began to visualize the dragon and tiger photograph, accumulating preparations to break through the physical body.

After experiencing the refinement of Huangquan, the divine soul he recovered had been condensed and powerful to about ten times that of an ordinary mage, if he still couldn't break through the lock of the holy monk at this level, then there would be no other way to be promoted.

Zhang Yuan's mind slowly precipitated, the five senses of shape, sound, color, taste, and touch were closed, and he recited the incantation silently, and gradually entered a wonderful state of inner vision in his mind.

This is the world that the awakened spirit sees!

Around, is the boundless shining golden light, full of mellow and heavy meaning, and then feel it carefully, the golden light gradually fades, and what is reflected in the vision of the soul is actually countless wonderful words, and it is the golden halo emitted by these words.

No, these are not words...... Be...... Should be......

Zhang Yuan thought about it for a long time, and suddenly remembered a book of "Immortal Chronicles" that he had read in his previous life, and a word on it.

They...... It is the writing of heaven and earth...... It's a road mark!

It is these Dao marks that build the body of the holy monk!!

In other words, if he wants to come out of the shadow and be promoted to mage, he has to break through the blockade of these dao marks!!

Zhang Yuan calmed down, continued to visualize the posture of the cloud dragon flying into the sky, the state of the wind tiger skimming, and realized the magic contained in it, and the spirit in his body gradually condensed at the same time, like a fist that gradually clenched, hitting it out at any time......

Go out!

The Divine Soul Fist slammed out and crashed into the layers of Dao marks!

Rumble!!

Zhang Yuan only felt that the Venus in front of him was flashing wildly, like crashing into a big bronze bell, dizzy and dizzy, and his soul was in severe pain!

After relieving himself, he looked around, and there was still a golden light floating in it, intact.

First attempt failed......

"Qianrodana, Tongxin! Tongming! Tongshen!" Zhang Yuan recited the incantation.

Rush!

The Divine Spirit is attacking again!

Rumble!!

Bounced back again, failed again!

Zhang Yuan's eyes were red, and he thought of spells, and launched attacks again and again.

Rumble!!

Fail.

......

Rumble!!

Fail.

After about a dozen shocks, I felt that the condensed soul was about to be shaken away, and I had to pause and recover.

When he was unwilling, he suddenly noticed that something was flying towards him, and his soul returned to his place in an instant, and when he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but be angry!

It was a piece of barbecue that interfered with me!

"Hahaha, little monk, do you want to drink?" One of the high rollers threw in the barbecue and invited again.

Zhang Yuan's temples jumped and he exhaled a breath of turbidity, "Thank you, people outside the square don't drink." ”

"Haha, this little monk is interesting, meat can be eaten and drunk but not drunk!

Zhang Yuan didn't hear the jokes of these high-rollers, frowning and chewing the barbecue in his hand.

What's wrong?

Yang Shen didn't give advice, and he wouldn't ask - if he relied on someone else's advice for everything, how could he go to the end?

In the dim firelight, he chewed the meat in his mouth unwillingly, looking at the pieces of meat in his hand that were charred and tender on the inside, and on the notch that was bitten, rows of neat textures were exposed.

Cut along the texture, all of which are easy to solve.

Suddenly, this sentence popped into his head. So, are there any "textures" that make him cut off the words written in heaven and earth that have built the Dao marks of the holy monk's position?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan swallowed the barbecue in two bites, precipitated his mind again, entered the state of inner vision of the soul, and carefully tasted the mystery of the Dao marks behind him through those golden lights.

At this moment, it is a novelty to calm down and observe.

These "words" are not static, as if there is an invisible hand writing them, the new words fall where the old ink disappears, and they are constantly changing, and even the golden light emitted by the font is slowly flowing along the trajectory, full of infinite mysteries.

Zhang Yuan couldn't understand these "words", or he didn't need to understand them at all, he was already immersed in them.

If we only stare at a "word", then it is just an inexplicable symbol; if we associate it with the surrounding "words", it will take on a mysterious and indescribable meaning; if we expand our field of vision to the whole and connect all the "words" together, then it is a kind of trajectory of the Heavenly Dao and a majestic and far-reaching artistic conception.

I don't know how long it has been, the thunder and lightning outside have not stopped, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, the high-rollers in the temple are lying on the ground, they are sleeping soundly, the bonfire is gradually extinguished, and only some embers are left to exude the last warmth.

"Qianrodana, Tongxin! Psychic! Psychic!"

Rush!

At this moment, it was like passing through thousands of people, slightly hindered, but not contaminated in the slightest.

Alack......

At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a baby, naked in the ice and snow, and a feeling of being cold through his body greeted him!

Zhang Yuan looked down in a daze, wasn't that his own body?

The yin god is out of the shell and it has become!!