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The Donglin Sect wants to open a sect, and there is an extreme shortage of people. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Therefore, Mo Yetu hit the idea to those geniuses of the former Donglin Academy. Of course, it is mainly those geniuses who have been accepted as disciples by various sects. Those people have been cultivated by the various sects for several years, not only because of their strength, but more importantly, they have also brought back some exercises from the various sects. When the time comes, the Donglin Sect can completely gather the strengths of each family.

Chaoyang Valley was the first to react, letting Qin Yao, Huo Zongqin and the other four return. The purpose is, of course, to make Mo Yetu owe them a favor.

Although Mo Yetu didn't ask, he was only half a step away from stepping into the realm of asking. Such a character, even if the various sects will not deliberately curry favor, they are easily unwilling to offend. Not long after Qin Yao and Huo Zongqin returned, Huo Zongzhou and Hu Xiulong also returned from Tianjian Gate and Seven Star Island respectively. The two also brought back a large number of spiritual weapons and pills from the Heavenly Sword Gate and Seven Star Island, which was equivalent to expressing the willingness of the two factions to befriend Mo Yetu in disguise.

Taking advantage of the return of Huo Zongzhou and Hu Xiulong, Mo Yetu opened the altar to preach. But Yun Tian didn't know about this. Because the cloudy sky at this time is on the top of the snow peak. With the help of the cold here, I can comprehend the magic of "freezing thousands of miles".

To comprehend the art of ice sealing, you must first turn yourself into ice. In the body, a grain of ice is condensed. It's like if you really show your finger of Yellow Spring, you must create your own Yellow Spring. And the condensed ice species can only be found in some extremely cold places.

If it's cold, you're going to be colder than ice. What Yuntian has to do is to freeze himself and merge with this snow peak, to absorb the cold power of this place, to condense that grain of ice.

On top of the snow peaks, there is often heavy snowfall. The snow fell on Yun Tian, who was sitting cross-legged, and as Yun Tian's body temperature dropped, it gradually stopped melting, and finally, completely covered him. For the first two days, he was covered in snow as if he were a snowman, but after three days, he no longer had the shape of a human being, like a white snow stone standing on the top of a snowy peak.

In the Donglin Sect below the snow peak, the sound of Mo Ye Tu Mo Ye Tu came out. The sound was not loud, but it contained a strange power, which clearly transmitted directly to the peak of the snow peak.

"We cultivators are also known as seekers. But what is the Word, and what is the Word?......

A snow-white ice falcon flew in and perched above the clouds. It folded its wings and crawled down, forming a whole with the snow stone.

A huge snow sculpture that followed it suddenly lost its target, and after hovering a few times over the snow rock, it left helplessly.

At this time, Yun Tian had already woken up from his perception and quietly observed this scene with his divine sense. At the same time, he also listened carefully to Mo Yetu's sermon. In the dantian in his body, there was already an extra pattern on the silver page between the two blood-colored exquisite hearts. It was a white bead the size of a baby's fist, and it was the ice seed that Yuntian had just condensed. After the ice seed was condensed, it was automatically rubbed on the silver page.

"The Tao is the truth, and the Tao is the way. Therefore, the Tao is everywhere, but the Tao is formless, and it is ethereal and untouchable......"

People kept coming from afar and gathering in front of the mountain gate of the Eastern Linzong. Soon, the number of people who came to listen to Mo Yetu's sermon reached thousands. The cultivation of these people is not too high, because they are all cultivators of the Eastern Wilderness. It seems that in this area of the Eastern Wilderness, there is a strange and untouchable force in the underworld, suppressing everyone's cultivation.

The ice falcon seemed to be listening carefully, and even though the fierce snow sculpture was long gone, it still stayed motionless above the clouds.

"The Tao is divided into false and true. Enlightenment is so difficult, so there are many masters who will pass on what they have realized without reservation, but what those disciples practice can only be their master's way, not their own. This kind of way is a false way. ......”

Yun Tian muttered to himself in his heart: "Mo Yetu's cultivation is the path of arrows, and what should my path be? Why don't I have a clue so far?

Mo Yetu's preaching can be said to have benefited most people a lot. And Yuntian, the more he listened, the more confused he became.

"Everyone's understanding of the Tao is certainly different. In other words, what Mo Yetu said may not be wrong, but it is never all right. ”

On the second day of Mo Yetu's preaching, tens of thousands of people gathered at the foot of the mountain in the east, and people kept coming in a hurry from all directions. If it weren't for the founding of the Eastern Sect, how could the monks of the Eastern Wilderness be lucky enough to hear a strong man who asks the heavens to open an altar and preach? Therefore, no one wants to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even the inaccessible peaks of snowy peaks are beginning to be visited.

The ice falcon knew that its stealth method could hide from the snow sculpture, but it was difficult for it to hide in front of a group of human cultivators. Therefore, after sensing that someone was coming, he flew away in advance, but Yuntian was still motionless. Because the people who came were led by Pan Yazhi and Nangong Zhao, a group of people from the Flying Eagle Palace. I think it was Pan Yazhi who had had an unpleasant encounter with several geniuses from Donglin Academy after all, so he chose this place. And Yun Tian didn't want to surprise them.

Pan Yazhi and Nangong Zhao sat with their backs against the snow stone, and they didn't expect that there were actually people in the snow stone.

When Yuntian was immersed in his own thoughts, he didn't know it himself, and unconsciously, he was already looking for his own way, immersed in the search for the way. Faintly, he felt that there seemed to be something more in his eyes, but when he wanted to grasp it, it was nothingness.

In this state, Yun Tian didn't notice that the jade dragon order on his chest suddenly floated out a faint wisp of green smoke. The green smoke did not float upwards, but sank downward, burrowing into the snowy peaks beneath him.

In the interior of the snow peak, there is a huge piece of dark ice, and inside is frozen a golden shuttle about a foot long. On this shuttle, three figures are lined up. At the front, there was an old man in gray, and behind him were two middle-aged men in purple. Their bodies were all chained through them, and they were firmly attached to the golden shuttle. All three of them had their eyes closed, and there was not the slightest sign of life on their bodies.

The green smoke that floated out of the Jade Dragon Order actually ignored the existence of the Xuan Bing, penetrated directly, and finally drilled through the small holes on both sides of the golden shuttle.

An excited voice came from inside the golden shuttle: "The fog of the sky, this is the fog of the sky! The fog of the sky appears, the curse is broken! Is there still a day when I will see the light of day again?"

This voice, Pan Yazhi, Nangong Zhao and the others did not hear it, and Yun Tian only heard the sound that seemed to come from the void, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Fiction and reality, in fact, sometimes only between a thought. Out of sight is false, seeing is believing. It's as if the falcon in the eyes of a snow sculpture is imaginary, but in my eyes it is real. And I am also empty in the eyes of the ice falcon and Nangong Zhao and Pan Yazhi, because they can't see me!"

Faintly, Yun Tian seemed to have a trace of enlightenment in his mind. At this moment, he suddenly heard the last words of the murmured voice.

“...... One day will I see the light of day again?"

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