As time went by, He Weitong's eyes became more and more flowery, and his body became hotter and hotter.

He Weitong endured the discomfort in his eyes and ran the ape strike technique with all his might, hoping to attract the power of the sun on the sun.

Time passed minute by minute, and the temperature was obviously not very high, but He Weitong's whole body was already soaked, and beads of sweat kept being born on his forehead and then slipping down.

I don't know how long it took.

He Weitong's body suddenly rose with a loud "bang".

After the sound, He Weitong only felt that his body was loosened, and his eyes, which were almost half-blind, only felt that a cool air flow rose from the meridians and flowed near the eye sockets.

The sun in the east seems to be no longer dazzling, and it looks so gentle.

In He Weitong's gaze, a golden aura flew from the sky, like a falling dandelion, slowly coming towards He Weitong.

Under He Weitong's gaze, the power of Rihua entered the body.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

An earth-shattering voice rose from He Weitong's body.

He Weitong's body changed drastically, and the human body suddenly turned into a Ding furnace, and a rootless fire burned from the dantian to calcine the gas in the Ding furnace.

He Weitong's internal qi in the meridians kept converging from all over his body, and then entered the Ding Furnace to sublimate, and then turned into another more pure force.

He Weitong seemed to be able to see the changes in his body, looking at all this in surprise, he couldn't do anything, because he didn't understand it at all, so he couldn't control it.

But He Weitong knew one thing, that is, he had broken through, his ape attack technique had been introduced, and he seemed to have entered a wonderful realm because of this.

He Weitong did not waste time, but took advantage of the transformation stall to immerse all his spirit and spirit on the mountain under his feet.

At this moment, He Weitong felt that he had become Wudang Mountain, Wudang Mountain was him, inheriting the aura of heaven and earth, and the Tao between heaven and earth was unreservedly displayed in front of him.

He Weitong swam among the Wudang mountains, this experience was very unusual, and his affinity for the Tao instantly increased by several levels.

A quarter of an hour later, He Weitong opened his eyes.

Looking at the meridians in his body, he now finally knew why there were so many high-ranking people living in seclusion on this Wudang Mountain since ancient times.

To paraphrase a sentence in the play about the unity of water, that is, "Wudang Mountain has aura!" ”

The aura here is not the aura of cultivation and absorption, of course, this is also one of the sayings, this sentence mainly refers to the Wudang Mountain itself has "spirit", spirituality, practicing on this mountain, can make you feel the weight of Wudang Mountain itself, if you dream between you will find yourself become Wudang Mountain, the energy between heaven and earth, and the grass and trees on Wudang Mountain.

In addition to helping you refine your cultivation, it can also allow you to comprehend the avenue and improve your state of mind, which is equivalent to honing your mind without entering the red dust.

"It's no wonder that masters like to retreat in the famous mountains, there is such a reason."

He Weitong stood up, looking at the buildings under the mountain, his mood was very different from just now.

That feeling was really good, he became Wudang Mountain when he was practicing, and every grass and tree on Wudang Mountain seemed to be in front of his eyes.

At the moment when he turned into Wudang Mountain, he saw a lot of phantoms on Wudang Mountain, including Zhou Dafu Yin Xi, Ma Mingsheng, Yin Changsheng, Zhang Sanfeng, and some masters who have never left their names in history.

These people are all masters who have achieved the step of incarnating Wudang.

He Weitong also found a special, but not yet formed phantom, it was an old road on a mountain peak, dozing off, and the vaguely seen appearance was that Xie Lao Dao.

He Weitong guessed that the reason why Xie Laodao's phantom was not obvious was because his cultivation was not enough and he had not yet formed his own Dao.

This is a treasure mountain, a treasure mountain that can only be developed if it breaks through to a certain realm.

The owners of those phantoms lived and practiced in Wudang Mountain, and they were all recorded and engraved on the mountain by Wudang Mountain, and those phantoms condensed their almost all the inheritance.

As long as you take the time to comprehend, you will get something absolutely unimaginable, which is the spiritual wealth accumulated for thousands of years.

"This is the real treasure of Wudang Mountain!" He Weitong sighed.

He Weitong didn't know if this was unique to Wudang Mountain, or if it was available in other famous mountains.

But whether it is unique to Wudang Mountain or not, he doesn't care, because there are no less than 100 illusory shadows on Wudang Mountain, which shows that more than 100 cultivators have lived in seclusion here for thousands of years.

He Weitong only needs to understand the inheritance of a few characters, that is, God has mercy.

Because although this phantom carries the Tao of the masters, it does not have words, and if it is not understanding, it will not be able to get a word in a lifetime.

This is also why, as time goes by, there are more and more phantoms on this Wudang Mountain, but the strength of the monks is not getting stronger and weaker, and there is naturally a reason why heaven and earth are no longer suitable for cultivation.

But before the Ming Dynasty, the reason for the aura was not the main reason, and at that time, even if the concentration of aura was lower than that of the ancient bottom, the gap should not be large.

It stands to reason that the inheritance of the predecessors can be obtained, and the later people should be stronger and stronger, but this is not the case, but it is getting weaker and weaker, He Weitong took a look, except for the phantom of Xie Laodao, the closest to the present is Zhang Sanfeng six hundred years ago, which means that in the next nearly six hundred years, no one in Wudang Mountain can leave a phantom.

Among these phantoms, although Zhang Sanfeng is not the weakest one, he is also extremely backward.

It's not that Zhang Sanfeng is stupid, but the comprehension requirements for getting these inheritances are too high, which is tantamount to giving you a name, and then creating your own exercises, the inheritance is like a dream, and there is no clue.

Thinking of this, He Weitong was also a little inexplicable.

Who is Zhang Sanfeng, that is a character who can cultivate immortals on his own in the martial arts world.

What kind of comprehension is that, He Weitong doesn't think that his comprehension will be stronger than Zhang Sanfeng.

"Looks like I'm going to have to stay in this Wudang Mountain for a few days."

That's right, He Weitong may have to live in Wudang for a long time, because once he realizes this, it may be measured in years, and it is possible for several years or decades.

He Weitong closed his eyes to consolidate the changes brought about by the breakthrough, and this sitting was a few hours.

It wasn't until the evening that He Weitong got up and left.

And even He Weitong himself didn't know that when he got up and left, the land he was sitting on suddenly shone at a level that he couldn't see, and the aura of Wudang Mountain was suddenly pulled, and then formed a phantom in place.

The phantom sat facing east, which was exactly what He Weitong looked like.

The moment He Weitong stepped into the transcendental, his Dao also appeared at the same time, and then was captured by Wudang Mountain, in other words, He Weitong's ape attack technique and the inheritance of his body remained in Wudang Mountain.