The words are sound, the movement is invisible, the three words are out, and the changes in the body follow.

Invisible changes, colorless, unaware, but really felt, if you have to describe it in words, there are only two words: calm.

It is not the state of mind, not the thoughts, but the power in the body that becomes calm, as if the restless wild horses are appeased, and the rebellious wind is stopped. The ensuing changes, the frightening aura of ruin, hesitated, as if encountering something difficult to decide.

When the destruction slowed down, healing took over, and the degree of recovery of the thirteen Lang's physical body was significantly accelerated.

"Power is like a knife, and thunder is the knife of heaven. ”

"God kills me, I am not dead, the sky is defeated, the knife has no owner, Yu is tyrannical, and it hurts me. ”

The feeling of finding out the truth was so comfortable that Thirteen Lang was full of emotion.

"Knife, it's not really ownerless!"

After the emotion, the two breaths of life and death covered the whole body, swimming in the flesh and blood, shuttling in the thunder, conveying the will to the corners and corners, bit by bit, not letting go of the slightest.

What is different from the past is that the two qi of life and death have no color, no black and white, no red and dust, and only the will that can be felt in the dark penetrates into the power little by little, covering and enveloping the whole body step by step.

What causes the flesh to be wounded?

Because of the power.

Whether it is thunder or wind, the five elements of yin and yang, the magic of Taoism and even immeasurable, all of them are power.

It's that simple.

Why does power hurt?

Because of belonging.

Thirteen Lang crossed the robbery with great strength, but he did not treat him as the master, so he was injured.

It's that simple.

"Providence fails, I win, the sword is in my hand, I am the object of your allegiance, I am the master of the sword. ”

"Wait, how can you hurt me!"

The will is crushed, the power of the master gradually responds, the slightest wisp of hesitation returns to silence, and the healing process is further improved.

The blood and blood are born, the muscles and bones are connected, the skin and flesh are continued, and the five internal organs and limbs are formed one by one.

Not enough!

Silence is not the same as obedience, obedience is still far from control, the stronger the breath of the thirteen langs, the further the cultivation is raised, but those powers cannot be called, and they do not yet belong to him completely.

Now he is a chest full of treasures that cannot be used, or only a small part of it.

After feeling it silently for a moment, Thirteen Lang smiled lightly, looking a little helpless.

"Heaven is born in the life of the world, and does not want to die in the death of the world. ”

"Providence is unwilling, cultivating life and dying, hoping to get rid of the world, control the world, and get rid of the world. ”

"The first thing he did was: Split!"

"He came out of the world, absorbed the wisdom of all spirits, tried to break, break away, and control the inherent rules of the world, and when he succeeded, it was the period when the Heavenly Dao broke through the realm. ”

"Heaven is cultivating, and that's what it means. ”

The voices in the dream have no source, and Thirteen Lang doesn't know where the two or one voices come from, and even keeps determining whether they are real or not, what he knows is that the words spoken by that voice point out the essence of the heavenly way of this world, as well as his own encounter with all spirits.

"The way of heaven has changed, and it is no longer the same heaven as it was at the beginning. ”

"The will of the living beings condenses the heavens, the will of heaven represents the whole of all souls, and the cultivation of all souls complements the whole world, perfects the way of heaven, and the relationship of companionship and mutual assistance. ”

However, Heavenly Dao was not willing to do this, and tried to pluck himself out of the world, taking the wisdom and strength of all spirits as food. ”

"To fight against the will of heaven is to give everything that the loser has and the winner provides the perception and shares in the part of those forces mobilized by the heavens. ”

"He's going to be himself in this way, to be a complete individual. After that, even if the world collapses into nothingness, the Heavenly Dao still exists and can still live. ”

Thirteen Lang sighed silently, thinking in his heart that Heavenly Dao seemed to be right to do this, if it were his own, the path might be different, and the goal would be mostly the same.

"Time is like a river, life and death, life and death are like points in the river, the river of time is divided into sections, and the river of time is a period of civilization, the life and death of individuals, the death and life of civilization, are not stopped, endless. ”

"Each civilization has a different time, a different appearance, and a completely different connotation; whether it is thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of millions of years, or spirits and demons, science, gods and monsters, and nothingness, they all have their own will, and they have a completely different heaven. ”

"The only thing they have in common and figure out is: life and death!"

"Heavenly Dao majors in the will of rules, because only by mastering the rules can we get rid of the shackles of the world, and the key to the cultivation of the Heavenly Dao lies in life and death, because only when we are truly enlightened can we put our will above the rules and outside the world. ”

He wanted to go ashore, to see and walk through more periods, more heavenly paths, more rivers, and even to the source of the rivers, to the land of the Ten Thousand Streams of Return, the high mountains, the vast and endless, the sea that symbolizes the foundation of life. ”

"Time, river, shore, high mountains, ocean, world, which one is the master?"

Thinking of this, when asked about this, Thirteen Lang's heart became more and more enlightened, with a wry smile on his face.

"By mistake, I cultivate life and death, understand life and death, and for the way of heaven, I am more valuable and delicious than others. ”

"I don't know, I'm stupid. ”

"The bread of heaven, I am miserable. ”

After hearing the dream, the ground where Shisanlang was lying no longer made a sound, but the breath on his body became quieter and quieter until it was completely calm.

Mid-term peak. This is the current realm of Thirteen Lang.

The first time to break the robbery. This is the cultivation he can mobilize.

When he turned into a god, he wore a tight hoop, and the mad spiritual power contained the will of heaven, and Thirteen Lang knew that the way of heaven had already left a mark on his body, or called breath.

Where there is the breath of the Heavenly Dao, there is the will of the Heavenly Dao, the tribulation is successful, but it is not thorough enough, Thirteen Lang gets more than other tribulation monks, but that part of the extra power is not a godsend, before the Heavenly Dao breath is eliminated, those outside the tribulation, the power used by the Heavenly Dao to kill people will be silent, and the situation that the realm is inconsistent with the cultivation will continue.

The power belongs to the strong, and it is waiting.

In other words, the battle with the Heavenly Dao is still going on, but it has changed its form and changed the battlefield.

As a result, Thirteen Lang's cultivation was divided into two parts, one part was moving, and the other was dormant.

"Words like this"

With a slight movement in his heart, Thirteen Lang tried to pop out a fireball, and his inner breath faintly brought out fluctuations, as if he was standing on the edge of a dangerous building, although he did not fall, he could feel the meaning of wind and rain.

"Sure enough, it kind of an impact. ”

With great effort, the sky fell asleep, and all 300,000 soul-weary ants were destroyed; This battle exhausted all his family funds, and the hard-earned cultivation could not be used, and it also affected the original part

Anger flashed in his eyes, and Thirteen Lang gritted his teeth fiercely, and then smiled.

"The body is my world, my world is my sky, and if you are willing to hibern, it will be hibernated, and sooner or later it will belong to me. ”

Life is his own, his body is alive, Thirteen Lang is growing, if he compares his strength to a magic weapon, he can always strengthen the imprint;

Having said that, they are extra gains, and the things that originally belonged to Thirteen Lang are not completely immovable, just leave a snack.

"It's a big deal that I don't use this part of my power, or even use the Dao Fa!"

Straighten his waist, get up, stretch his muscles and bones twice to feel the body after Nirvana's rebirth, Thirteen Lang is full of confidence and full of energy.

Knowing that the other side can survive a hundred battles, in order to verify how powerful his physical body is, Thirteen Lang did not use half a trace of cultivation, and kicked his feet violently.

"Fight again!"

With that, he took off into the air, and Thirteen Lang jumped high.

Do you remember that after absorbing the mad spirit, Thirteen Lang's body became extremely heavy, the land of the mad spirit had not been so hard in the past, and he needed to float in the air by spell means all the time to make his body sink to the ground.

The collision of heavy and hard, the competition between force and weight, jumped 3,000 feet in the air.

There was a muffled sound of "Bang!" in his heart, and the moment he took off, all the creatures in the land of wild spirits trembled slightly, feeling that they had stepped on the air.

"Huh!"

Being in the high altitude with an empty field of vision, Thirteen Lang was quite surprised and surprised, it turned out that the bald old man was not killed by the thunder, he was alive, but the battle with the thunder was not over, so it could not be said that he had won.

"How could it be so long!"

"Ahh

The bald old man was going crazy, his mouth kept yelling, scolding, scolding until the end of the scolding was nothing to scold, only screaming, only madness.

"How can there be such a catastrophe, how can there be such a thunder!"

Thirteen Lang hid the thunder for the disaster, the bald old man split the thunder to lead the heavens to punish, and the thunder turned to surprise him, but he was actually not very worried in his heart.

No matter how much it is just a thunder of the Tribulation Realm, it is impossible to be strong enough to reach the Nirvana level anyway, as long as it is not endless like the white-haired monk.

With such an attitude, at the beginning, the bald old man only defended and did not attack, and resisted the blow of the golden giant palm.

It was heavy, it hurt, and it was hard to bear, but he survived in the end, at the cost of those two swords that were destined to meet.

There was a soul hidden in the sword, and the sword that accidentally split the thunder was destroyed by the thunder, and the bald old man spewed a few mouthfuls of blood, and the realm fell directly to one level.

It doesn't matter.

After killing the Natal Sword, it was clear that even the clouds of calamity had dispersed in the sky, marking the complete end of this round of mad tribulation frenzy.

He is still nirvana, and he is still invincible on the mad spirit earth. The most important thing is that there are no more robbery monks here, and there will be no more traps like that, as long as you can kill Thirteen Lang, take the heavens, and cultivate patiently, all of them?

Thunder is here again!

It didn't come from heaven, but the palm that had obviously collapsed somehow recondensed and became whole.

The complete golden palm came again, and slapped it on the head unceremoniously, and the bald old man was half confused, and then the sky was deep and clear, and there was no appearance of gathering clouds.

The thunder is not extinguished?

The heart was cold, and the bald old man looked at it again, only to see that the palm was one size smaller than before, and it lacked the momentum of the coming of heaven.

"Cut it!"

The ownerless thing stared at himself, and the bald old man was furious to the extreme, taking revenge with a sword.

In the end, Nirvana, although he was injured and fell into the realm, his strength was still much stronger than that of Thirteen Lang, and the power of the golden palm that was one size smaller was greatly reduced, and it was condensed again after being split in half by his sword.

“！”

The bald old man turned around and ran, but the result soon appeared, and he couldn't run away.

"!"

The bald old man was furious, and simply tried to take up the thunderbolt and leave it for submission later.

The result is very sad, the thunder can be killed, but it can't be lowered, and it can't be collected.

"Cut again!"

The bald old man swung his sword twice, shot three times, became angry four times, went crazy five times, used all kinds of means six, seven, and eight, countless scheming, and many strategies in all directions, but in the end he could only cut one sword at a time, until he was exhausted, and he cut one hundred and ninety-nine times.

Cut to the present, the golden palm is only the size of an ordinary person, and the bald old man finally saw the hope of complete success, panting, and swung his sword for the two hundredth time.

"I'm going against the sky!"

The words turned into exclamations, and the exclamations could not come out, the wind above his head was so fierce, and the crisis was so heavy, not only sealed his sword, but even the words he wanted to shout were smashed back into his mouth, all the way to the cecum.

"Old dog, that's my robbery!"

A black dot fell from the sky, a whirlwind roared and rolled, and Thirteen Lang's body rotated so much that he couldn't see clearly, but the big foot was particularly eye-catching, and he went straight to the top door.

"Big windmill, upside down!"

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