Chuangong Cliff is naturally a cliff, two cliffs as smooth as a mirror facing each other.

In the corner of Ziyun Island, for some reason, a towering "reef" has branched out. "Like a mountain peak shooting straight into the clouds, looking up at the bow of a ship, it is like a sharp sword hanging upside down, and it is extremely solemn.

The boat gradually sailed in, and Shisanlang suddenly felt that his body was slightly cold, and his hair and skin seemed to have the slightest fluctuation of electric current, and it seemed that there were thousands of fine needles scratching on his skin, and his hair stood on end.

It was a sense of threat, an instinct he had cultivated since childhood.

The dean of the Taoist Academy is by his side, who has the courage to be hostile to the people on this boat, and who has the ability to do so!

A hint of awe flashed in his heart, and Thirteen Lang looked up at the isolated mirror cliff, his gaze suddenly sharp. His body trembled slightly, but his gaze was stuck to the cliff as if it was being absorbed by a magnet.

There were words on the cliff, and the danger he felt came from those words!

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"The sea of hearts is boundless, how can a flat boat fly. ”

"There is a lot of path, and the vulgar dust can forge immortals. ”

Two columns of words and phrases from top to bottom, iron hooks and silver strokes, vertical and horizontal, like two spears falling in the air, breaking the waves into the water, there is a tendency to penetrate the earth. The moment he saw the two rows of handwriting, Thirteen Lang was in a trance in his mind, as if he saw an illusory figure standing tall, his figure was not tall, but it gave people the feeling that he was stepping on the sky, elegant and free, and unstoppable.

The man moved, waved his hand and caused the mountains to shake, and his fingers could see the clouds disappearing, his eyes seemed to overlook the whole shijie, indifference revealed compassion, but there was peace in pity, like a monk like a Taoist and like a worldly mortal, there was no moment of stereotype.

The wildness of fire, the freedom of wind, the fierceness of gold, the softness of water, the lingering of wood, the heaviness of earth, and the domineering power of thunder, as if all the elements of the world were integrated into his every move, and it was natural and natural, beyond the reach of human beings.

The cliff is gone, Qinghe has disappeared, and even the people around him have disappeared. Thirteen Lang's sea of knowledge was instantly empty, and only these two rows of high-spirited handwriting remained, like a knife like a sword, like a mountain like a sea, like a thunderbolt, roaring.

He's confused, he's drunk, he's been, only, can only ...... Sink into it!

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The quiet water was no longer quiet, and with the boat as the center, a whistling hurricane appeared out of thin air, rolling large waves and flying in the air. Within a radius of tens of meters, a funnel several meters deep was formed, and the water curtain swirled upward, among which there were some silver thin fish that had no time to escape. The silver light circled around like silk threads, but the small boat in the center did not move at all, forming a strange picture of rapid movement and extreme stillness.

Thirteen Lang slowly rose into the air, his feet gradually detached from the surface of the boat, and thousands of tiny cyclones around his body rotated at a crazy speed, like thousands of hands, lifting him into the air.

His eyes were closed, his complexion was uncertain, sometimes pleasant, sometimes confused, sometimes painful, sometimes thoughtful, sometimes black, sometimes red, sometimes pale and sometimes white, and sometimes there were flashes of lightning, and at this moment he possessed almost any secrets, as open and pure as a newborn baby, and everything was exposed.

The power of the surrounding heaven and earth continued to gather, and the wisps of them continued to enter Shisanlang's body from the whirlpool. His aura was growing, his mana was also increasing, and at the same time, his two spiritual roots of wind and thunder were growing, and even the flame that appeared like nothing was revealing his body, looking extremely happy.

Except for that star seal.

In the past, whenever there was a great change, or when the aura increased greatly, that star seal would appear on the chest, as if it was about to devour the heavens and the earth, and gulp everything around it. However, at this time, for some unknown reason, the star mark was missing, as if it did not exist at all. ...,

A phantom figure rose from under Thirteen Lang's feet, gradually turning into a grimace, looking around vigilantly and in horror, roaring again and again.

"The Spirit of Resentment?"

The old man stood quietly in the bow of the boat, and Xiaohong also stood quietly beside him, the wind and waves around him were raging and roaring, but they were blocked by an invisible wall, and they couldn't get closer.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

He looked at the hideous grimace that was threatening and demonstrating towards him, smiled slightly and said, "Don't be afraid, the old man will not be against him." ”

The grimace seemed to understand the old man's words, and let out a long exhalation, and his expression gradually calmed down. Xiaohong looked at it interestingly, and couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, isn't the resentful spirit a thing?" ”

The old man raised his hand and rubbed her head, smiled lovingly and said, "There is nothing in the world that is absolutely not haode, the key depends on how you use it." This resentful spirit is not from refining the soul, and has a deep relationship with the little guy. ”

"Resentful spirits also have feelings?" Xiaohong blinked wide, unable to understand her grandfather's words.

"How can spiritual things have no feelings, people, ghosts, demons, true immortals, saints, all have emotions. ”

The old man sighed with emotion, and said in a sarcastic tone: "Ruthless and desperate, that's called wood, how can you be a man." ”

Xiaohong seemed to understand whether she understood or not, but her eyes lit up and said, "Okay, grandpa, you can help me catch one and ask her to play with me." ”

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Uh...... Ahem, this thing is hard to find, how can you catch it casually. ”

Xiaohong said dissatisfiedly: "My brother has it." ”

"The little guy goes to a lot of places, and he naturally encounters more things, just chance, just chance. ”

The old man was a little overwhelmed, and said vaguely: "It's like you got the Demon Mosquito Crystal today, it's an accident and chance, and it's unpredictable. ”

"Yes, yes, I also have a chance. ”

Xiaohong became happy, and then said worriedly: "But grandpa, you won't let me go out, I'm always waiting here, where to find an opportunity!"

“...... Well, when you grow up, grandpa will naturally take you out. ”

"No, I'm going to go by myself, go all over the world, like my brother!"

The old man hurriedly said, "Uh...... I'll talk about this later, Hong'er will take a closer look and see if she can take this opportunity to understand something. ”

Xiaohong is still a child after all, and her heart is difficult to fix, especially the dazzling scene in front of her surprised her, and she quickly turned her attention to Thirteen Lang. She tilted her head to look at it, and suddenly said with great interest: "I think my brother is so powerful, grandpa, you say, how long can he last." ”

The old man's face was bitter, thinking that grandpa had created so many opportunities for you, but it was not for you to appreciate how others were. couldn't bear to blame his granddaughter, he said casually: "It's really good, grandpa estimates, half an hour." ”

"It's only been half an hour?"

Xiaohong obviously didn't believe it, and at the same time was very dissatisfied with her grandfather's attitude, and deliberately put on an old-fashioned jiashi, and said seriously: "I think that this son should surpass Zhuo Zhuo back then and become the first person in this hospital!"

"Nonsense! How can you make fun of your uncle!"

Although he felt that his granddaughter's appearance was very cute, the old man couldn't help but scold, and then he didn't know what he remembered, and sighed and said: "Zhuo Ju is known as jealousy, where is it comparable to ordinary people." If your father is still ......"

Speaking of this, there was a trace of sadness in the old man's eyes, and he unconsciously pulled Xiaohong's body.

Xiaohong's expression was slightly gloomy, and she snuggled up to the old man's side and stopped making a sound.

Before you know it, time passes slowly, and the storm continues without stopping. The grandfather and grandson woke up from their grief one after another, Xiaohong began to become surprised, and the old man's eyes flashed, but his expression turned solemn. ...,

"What is this...... Is it ......?"

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From the outside, the center of the vortex was changing, and the change was so subtle that it was noticeable to non-ordinary monks. In those small finger-like cyclones, there is slowly orange-red, orange-yellow, but with a hint of bright color, as if the clouds are reflected by the morning sun, and the beauty is wearing makeup, gorgeous and mysterious.

Starting from the chest, this situation extends to the periphery, slowly but continuously, with a resolute appearance. At the same time, Shisanro's expression changed drastically, his increasingly handsome eyebrows were furrowed, like two knives shooting sideburns horizontally, and the muscles on his face jumped from time to time, his lips were firmly pursed together, and his teeth were clenched.

He seems to be suffering, no, very painful!

In his body, his mana is instantaneous, sometimes demonic and sometimes spiritual, and sometimes it becomes a mass of inexplicable things that cannot distinguish attributes, the power of the surrounding heaven and earth is constantly surging, and the process is constantly intensifying, and the dilute aura is attracted by the invisible force, sweeping from all directions, and also joining the upheaval.

These are not important, the important thing is that in the position of his dantian, there are two clusters of flickering, no, three clusters of violently jumping light, one is as pale as a cloud, one is a silver light flashing, and there is a faint flame. Among them, the green clouds and silver light are slowly approaching, slowly contacting, slowly ...... In Fusion!

The flame did not join the fusion for the time being, as if it was waiting, some hesitation, some longing, and a feeling of fear. Sometimes it approaches, sometimes it moves away, as if it has human emotions, and it is uneasy.

Even more uneasy than it was Thirteen Lang, his body trembling violently, and the skin on his face trembled like ripples as if it had been blown by a strong wind. His aura kept climbing, becoming more powerful with each moment, as if there was no end.

Which is stronger, five fingers or one fist, this is an easy conclusion to draw, and Shijie Shijie, who is immersed in his own side, is obviously hesitating. He had forgotten everything around him, and he didn't know or could not think about whether there was an external force to use and how much risk he had to take.

The only thing he understands is that if this fusion can succeed, he will experience a metamorphosis, a metamorphosis from the root, from the soul, from the inside to the outside, in every flesh and blood, every bone, and even every molecule!

After thinking about it for just a second, he chose to continue!

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"What a chance!"

"What a big spirit!"

"What a guts!"

The old man was sure that he was not mistaken, his face was shocked to disbelief, and he said three big words in a row! Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand and pointed at Thirteen Lang seven times, and the seven fingers of the wind were like silk, ignoring the cyclonic storm that crushed everything, and shot straight into Thirteen Lang's body.

After pointing out the seven finger winds, the old man did not pause, waved his hand and flicked, and the invisible diaphragm enveloped everything, bouncing back several divine thoughts that came in an instant.

The rumbling sound echoed in the sky above, and there were only a few people who could hear the hundred thousand purple cloud cultivators;

"The old man is here, don't peep!"

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