The spring river is not warm, and the bitter cold people know best.

What about the shijie outside the body, Shisanlang doesn't know and can't know, he is immersed in the shijie that others can't see, enjoying the shocking picture alone, or tormenting.

That shijie is very big, the birds and beasts are complete, the mountains and rivers are complete, and the people, ghosts and demons are gathered, but there is only one goal, that is, the man who can't see clearly.

Stepping on purple clouds, wearing a purple robe, with purple hair, what is even more bizarre is that his lips are also purple, but he does not look so demonic, but reveals solemnity and majesty, like a god.

The man waved his hand at will, and the raging fire came out of thin air, and the demons and ghosts that rushed around him turned into ashes before they could cry out, and the slightest wisp of resentment was rampant, filling the entire sky. The man was unmoved, and with a punch, the sky suddenly became cloudy, and the purple thunder smashed down, eliminating those grievances and becoming invisible.

More demon beasts pounced, more hideous-looking monks pounced, and the man's indifferent gaze looked around, and wherever he passed, the sea of fire and thunder swept in all directions like a hurricane.

No one is invincible, no beast can stop it, and all of them are nothing.

Fighting the world with one person, let the surrounding demonic flames be monstrous, and the man will not move.

He didn't use any great supernatural powers, the wind is the wind of nature, the fire is the fire of heaven and earth, and as for those thunders, he summoned them from the nine heavens, and they came as soon as they were called, and they could fight, and they would destroy the enemy when they fought.

Why do you need supernatural powers, everything in heaven and earth is at my disposal, this is supernatural powers!

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Take heaven and earth, Thirteen Lang can't do it, and he won't think about it. What he noticed was the wind. The fire, and the form of the thunder, mingle with each other.

That's right, it's blending!

Contrary to common sense, they do not devour each other or dissolve, and they do not even interfere with each other, but blend!

"People in the world cultivate the Tao, and they want to fade into mortal wombs and turn into immortal bones. If we only talk about the Tao in terms of longevity, then aren't many living beings far superior to the spirits of all things? This is really ridiculous. A fool's opinion."

"What is it?"

The man's lips opened and closed, and a voice came out at the same time as he swayed his magical powers. Like thunder falling from the sky, it is deafening and directly shakes the heart.

"The wind helps the fire, the fire borrows the power of the wind, the fire extinguishes the tangible body, the thunder collapses and dissolves the nothingness, and the help is endless, like water and milk, the unity of heaven and man, is the Tao!"

"Where the Tao goes, all souls worship. All evils are destroyed, and all demons are bowed!"

"This is the power of transformation, the power of control, and it is also a small way. ”

"Yu thinks far away, and the first enlightenment of the Tao thoughts; It can only be praised on the grounds of the mind, and all things and all souls and even all thoughts. ”

"The difficulty of the Tao is known. Because of the boundlessness of the heart, even if there are hundreds of millions of longevity dollars available, it is difficult to reach the other side. ”

One prayed. Like a flat boat sailing in the sea of hearts, there is no direction, no trace, no time, no end, and the opportunity to preach will never be lost!"

The man sighed, although his voice revealed a little disappointment and depression, but more of an unyielding meaning, and he muttered to himself.

"However, although the way of heaven is invisible and traceless, it is like wind, fire, water and soil, and it exists in the world where it can be seen and felt, isn't it true?"

"After thinking hard for a hundred years, there is something to gain, because of the Tao of all things, all things are tangible, if all things are reversed to the invisible, then the day of the Tao can be expected. ”

"If we talk about the truth, we need to touch, feel, measure, and then understand it, and then we can control it. ”

"The heart is boundless, the Tao is measured, and only with the infinite degree can we understand reason. ”

"Where is the heart? It must be among the ordinary people! Cultivators regard true immortals as the fruit of the Tao, and immortals begin in the dust, are born in mortals, and grow in the world, which is an unbreakable principle. ”

"The truth is difficult to understand, but the true immortal can be sought, just re-dabble in the mortal world, forge your heart with vulgar thoughts, reverse the integration of all things, remove the turnips and retain the essence, and remove delusions to understand the true solution, you will definitely reach its origin!"

"People say that cultivating immortals is to seek the Tao, but the way of heaven is ruthless, how can you ask for it. Instead of seeking the Tao, it is better to forge the Tao of immortals, forge your own heart, prove the way of the self, and get the right solution!"...,

"Manpower is sometimes poor, but the inheritance of people is endless, the thoughts of predecessors, the teachers of future generations, in the long run, just like the infinite measure, can get positive results. ”

"Yu Xiu is limited, the beginning of enlightenment, special message here, the later people think carefully and act carefully, if there is a gain, there is no regret!"

The man's voice kept echoing in Thirteen's ears, making him excited and manic, eager and worried, greedy and fearful, more unquenchable ambition, and rhapsody.

What is the Tao, this is not what he can understand and care about, what Shisanro attaches importance to is the path of enlightenment in what the man said, and it is a method that can be understood at a glance!

"This is a lesson just for me!

"It is fantasy, but it is also real, it is contained and embodied in the mind of Ziyun's real people"

"Because I have the Wind Thunder Spirit Root, and because I have inherited the Sun Sacred Flame, these are the three types that are revealed. If it were someone else, the effect would be different!"

Without much thought, Jusan Lang quickly understood everything. He raised his hand and released a whirlpool of wind like a man, followed by an extremely subtle flash of lightning. and manipulated them into one place and began to try to fuse.

In fact, this was not the first time he had tried this, except that what he wanted before was not a fusion, but an explosion!

Those "bombs" that have repeatedly performed miraculous feats have proved countless times that the power of thunder is like a fuse, which will detonate the power of spirits and demons, and in his mana, whether it is spirits or demons, there is undoubtedly wind power, and it is impossible to eliminate it at all.

In the past, when he did this, he was afraid that the force of the explosion would not be strong enough, but now he wants the opposite, so that they can reach some kind of equilibrium, trigger but not provoke, or merge for a long time.

Compared with men, his supernatural powers are no different from Fireflies and Haoyue, which is not worth mentioning. However, in terms of attributes, there is no essential difference. As long as the supernatural powers can be fused, then he will have to make further attempts and do something truly against the sky!

"I'm not him, even if I can fuse my supernatural powers, it will be difficult to use them flexibly when fighting, why don't I start from the root and apply it directly to the spiritual root!"

"If it can be done, what will it be!"

With unquenchable anticipation, or greed, the more Thirteen Lang thought about it. The more turbulent the inner waves, the more difficult it is to calm down.

"It's a wild dream, but I'm different from others, not only because of the spiritual root, but also because of the star! the heart that devours everything!"

"I have failed to build a foundation several times, but my spiritual root has not been counterattacked, and its root lies in this. I don't know what this star is. It may never be understood, but it is certain that it can swallow up the force of the backlash. ”

"Even if it doesn't work. Even if I was injured because of this, I am now in the Taoist Academy, and I don't need to think about survival and fighting. There's always a buffer. ”

Knowing that it is the illusion and still being awake, but it can keep the illusion alive, it can be said that this is the unique talent of Thirteen Lang!

The man is undoubtedly a man of great wisdom, but in terms of strength, no matter how strong he is, he is always stronger than Meerkat Luo Zhenjun, not to mention the young man that Thirteen Lang once met. It was through that kind of washing that he was able to keep his sanity. Experience a deeper meaning.

"Based on supernatural powers. ”

Taking a deep breath, Shisanlang suppressed the restlessness in his heart and focused on the small cyclone and the trace of electricity.

The lightning shot into the wind whirlpool, and Thirteen Lang suddenly felt a manic impulse. It's like boiling oil into water, and it's about to explode. The supernatural power came from the heart, bringing bursts of unbearable severe pain, which quickly transmitted from the fingertips to the shoulders, arms and chest, and shot straight into the abdomen.

The dantian tingled, and the spiritual root whimpered and trembled. However, under his strong suppression, Shengsheng endured the severe pain and forcibly exercised its fusion. ...,

Surprisingly, the first fusion seemed extraordinarily easy, the lightning swirled in the wind like an elf swimming in water, and gradually, the lightning turned into a thin screen, as if to color the wind swirl, emitting a dazzling light.

Silently feeling the explosive liliang contained in that small cyclone, Shisanlang nodded slightly.

"The power is increased by at least 30%! This is only the initial fusion, if it can be successful, what an amazing effect it will be!"

Under the pressure, he released a larger cyclone, sending more lightning rays, repeating his previous move.

Soon he could no longer be happy, or rather, he could not bear it more and more.

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The pain, the boundless pain, the all-pervading pain, the pain of tearing, the pain of pinpricks, the pain of slashing, as if all the pain in the world is concentrated in one person's body, and the degree is getting worse and worse.

There seem to be countless knives inside and outside the body, cutting the skin, shaving the flesh, picking off the tendons and chopping the bones, and every backlash will bring severe pain to the heart. And as the merging deepened and widened, the pain intensified, making him want to roar and roar, or tear and scratch and crumple his body.

But he can't move, when the supernatural powers are fused, Thirteen Lang needs to concentrate all his efforts, understand and grasp every subtle change in it, adjust or suppress every disagreement, how can he take care of others.

This is only one aspect, more importantly, when he continues this fusion, that shijie seems to have discovered the existence of his alien, and invisible persecution also comes.

This shijie was left by Ziyun Zhenren, and outsiders could not have entered. In order to inherit the inheritance, Ziyun Zhenren deliberately left a window, like the shijie in shijie, for the entrant to observe and understand. However, no matter what magical powers, they can't withstand the passage of time after all, thousands of years have passed, and now the smaller shijie is on the verge of collapse. If Thirteen Lang wants to stay longer, he can only integrate himself into it as soon as possible and truly become one of them.

In other words, when he tries to merge and touch the rules of that shijie, the force of repulsion also arises, and he will be oppressed out alive, or simply strangled!

At this time, which was what the old man saw, the cyclone outside Thirteen Lang's body changed, and a silver glow appeared from his chest and spread around.

And as this spread continued, when Thirteen Lang finally persevered and began to try to fuse within his body, and pushed it to the spiritual root Dao Foundation, the real danger also came.

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Monks must have a spiritual root as the foundation, just like the eye of the mountain spring, the root of the grass and trees, and the foundation of the house, which is the basis for the monk to absorb the spiritual energy and cultivate the spirit and forge the heart. Ziyun Zhenren emphasizes cultivating the mind and refining the gods, but if there is no spiritual root, no matter how well the cultivation of the mind is, in the end, it will only get a soul of the Great Dao of Enlightenment, how can it resist the erosion of the Heavenly Dao.

To fuse the spiritual root, it is not only as simple as opening up the diaphragm, it involves the conflict between different origins, which is a hundred times more intense than the conflict on the surface. It's like water and oil, two things that are incompatible. But if there is a change at the level of each molecule to produce a completely new substance, who can say that there is no feasible reason.

It works in theory, but it may not work in practice. As soon as Thirteen Lang tried, he felt as if his body was being torn apart by countless forces, about to blow him to pieces from the inside, and then turn into nothingness.

Fusion is not a collapse. This is the inevitable result. But as if he didn't perceive the crisis, he forcibly suppressed the severe pain and worry in his heart, and urged his spiritual power to push the green mist and silver mangs in one direction.

It's not that Thirteen Lang is not careful. It's because between destruction and rebirth, he clearly feels that at the same time as a large number of green mist and silver rays are dissipating. There is indeed an inexplicable thing. And the breath contained in that substance is exactly what he has worked so hard for, which can almost be described as terrifying...,

The process of destruction continued, and the process of rebirth accelerated, and a small part of the green mist and the lightning gradually merged, turning into a chaotic mass of air. At the same time, the joy of rebirth and the pain of death are intertwined, bringing about damage to the body and a drastic depletion of mana.

His facial features were spilled blood, and his face was as white as paper; His abdomen seemed to have a foreign body hidden, and it was about to come out of his body at this time, and his skin and muscles exploded, and his blood stained his clothes.

The power of heaven and earth around him swept in like waves, and Thirteen Lang's body was like a black hole. Devouring these liliang that had accumulated over countless years at an unimaginable speed. In an instant, with his body as the center, the power of heaven and earth that existed within 10,000 meters of the nearby existence and formlessness was absorbed, and there was a tendency to spread outward.

The power of heaven and earth is the closest to the origin liliang that the monks of this realm can touch and comprehend, if it is not here, if there is no such abundant power of heaven and earth as a harmony. Thirteen Lang rashly carried out the spiritual root fusion, except for the explosion of the body and death, there will be no second ending. In contrast, Reiki is no longer important, so it is only a appearance, and it has no effect until his mana is exhausted.

At this time, if there are monks around, they will find that their bodies will become inexplicably heavy, and if they are flying above the water, they will find that the suction force under the water is greatly weakened, enough to allow them to fly like flying without much hindrance.

Even so, Jusan Lang still couldn't support it.

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On the surface of his body, countless cyclones had been recovered, far less powerful than the silver rays of the green mist were about to be exhausted, and what was even more terrifying was that he couldn't stop at this time, unable to interrupt the process that seemed to be going to go on forever!

This is like mixing medicine, two or more ingredients are combined according to a certain proportion, although there may be consumption and loss, but in the end you can get a more precious pill. However, if a material is not enough, the result is inevitably an uneven composition, turning into a pile of waste residue, or simply falling into nothingness.

Boundless fear arose, and Jusan Lang panicked for the first time.

He never imagined that this fusion would be like a bow and an arrow, and there was no turning back. In his mind, even if the fusion fails, it's a big deal that the spiritual root is damaged and the body is injured, as long as he recuperates and cultivates well, there will always be a day when he can recover. But if this is the case, how will it end?

"Stop!

He reversed his mana, trying to separate the two, now three, from each other, so that they no longer touched each other. However, at this moment, the green mist and the electric mangs are stuck together like two red-eyed bison, and they will never end until one of them is completely dissolved.

Soon, the lightning gradually dissolved into nothingness, replaced by half of the green mist, and a cloud of chaotic air that shone with silver light. The green mist refused to give up, and continued to erode towards the air mass.

The worst case scenario arises, and this merging does not make either side stronger, but gradually fades, melts, and ...... like dissolving Disappear!

Subsequently, Thirteen Lang's originally strong aura also weakened, and the repair of his body gradually couldn't keep up with the consumption, and the injury became more and more serious;

It seems that this battle has been carried out to Zuihou, and he is afraid that everything he has will be wiped out, and there will be no remnant.

Things have developed to this point, Thirteen Lang almost fell into despair, but no matter how much he urged the mana, he couldn't stop this process, seeing that the dissolution process gradually intensified, just when he laughed miserably and helplessly, the mutation reappeared.

The seven finger winds shot in from the top of the body's head, limbs, chest, and dantian, like a wire net composed of seven ropes, spreading and tangling into containment. In a matter of moments, seven thin films were formed, squeezing in from the two fog masses, and then rolling and folding, wrapping the chaotic cyclone like a separate and physical space. ...,

The green mist seemed unwilling to lose the half it had lost, and swarmed up to wrap the air mass, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not break through the seven spiritual membranes. In the end, it can only go away, return to the original place, and begin a long period of cultivation.

At the same time, a similar situation was also playing out inside the air mass, and the chaotic air mass was crowding outward like crazy, trying to crash through the seven layers of spirit membranes. Compared to the green mist, its restlessness was more intense and more violent, as if a fierce monster was imprisoned in a cage, screaming wildly.

The air mass is like a boat undulating in a big wave, swaying, convex and concave, but no matter how it is attacked inside and outside, it has never been broken through, firmly imprisoning everything that surrounds it. As time passed, the air mass inside slowly stopped, and from time to time it let out a wail or roar, and began to hibernate.

In this process, Shisanlang's torment also reached the extreme, the pain of cutting and piercing was like ten thousand ants devouring his heart, and he was even more unbearable itching and soreness, which cannot be described by any pen and ink.

"Ahh

With a loud shout, Shisanlang fell headlong into the boat, and he didn't wake up.

"Little rabbit, tired old man!"

With his cultivation, why did he feel tired because of this level of consumption, the old man felt the pain for a moment, his expression froze, and he said to himself in a daze: "It's a big loss, it's a big loss now!"

"Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with my brother, will there be something going on?" asked Xiaohong worriedly.

"What could he do!"

The old man was angry at his granddaughter for the first time, and said angrily: "Grandpa has something to do, there is something big!"

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