Yuan Fan didn't stop in front of the wooden house, thinking that if he stayed here for a while, maybe those two guys would do something again.

He turned and walked towards the depths of the peach grove, jumped on the branch of a particularly thick peach tree, and sat down.

It's very quiet here, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom all over the field. A sea of foreign flowers, with the fragrance of peach blossoms in the air, and the starlight is sprinkled, just like an isolated world of peach blossoms.

"The aura here is quite strong, suitable for cultivation." Yuan Fan looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and then took out the shriveled Bodhi seed and studied it.

"The legendary Bodhi Tree can help people preach, can I use this Bodhi Tree to practice better?"

Yuan Fan looked at the Bodhi seed in his hand, like a round peach pit, without light, without Hua convergence, ordinary, extremely dim, if you hold it in your hand without that cool feeling, I thought it was an ordinary tree seed.

"Calm down..... Call...... Suck. Yuan Fan put the Bodhi seed in front of him, spread his hands, flattened his breath, everything was ready, and began to recite the practice scriptures, "The origin is derived, the ancestral knowledge of the gods is calmed, and the innate ...... is gathered."

"The Book of Origin" is only twelve words, extremely profound, with Yuan Fan reciting, a natural cicada sound surrounds his ears, and gradually echoes in this peach blossom forest, full of charm.

In the past, it was a silent recitation in his heart, but this time Yuan Fan chose to recite it, he wanted to see if the mysterious power in this bodhi could be connected with the practice scriptures.

Time passed minute by minute, and gradually, I don't know if it was the power of the scriptures, or if the Bodhi Son really worked, he felt extremely peaceful in his heart, unwavering, very ethereal, and the only difference from the previous practice was that he did not enter a state of self-forgetfulness.

When he opened his eyes, there was still an endless sea of peach blossoms in front of him, and it was not as before, his mind entered the entrance and entered the dantian.

At this moment, the Bodhi seed also changed, and a touch of brilliance burst out from it, like a night pearl, rippling, emitting a pale green glow.

"Isn't this Bodhi!" Yuan Fan was a little surprised, picked it up and looked at it carefully.

Bodhi Zi has changed its appearance, no longer without light, without Hua convergence, but presents a crystal clear state, like an emerald jade bead, very beautiful.

Yuan Fan was puzzled, he didn't understand why Bodhi Zi became like this, and after looking at it, he subconsciously picked it up and put it in front of him.

When he looked through the Bodhizi, the whole person was instantly frozen, and his heart was shocked beyond measure, and the scene in front of him subverted his imagination, feeling like an out-of-world vision, a Ruixia world.

The peach blossoms in the peach blossom forest compete for beauty, and the sea of flowers is extremely beautiful, as if from the upper heavens, an immortal descended to preach here, and the cicadas sing the road hymn here.

Everything is listening, the peach tree spreads its branches, the green leaves sway gently, the peach blossoms are gorgeous, a trace of energy is wandering between heaven and earth, ten thousand rays of brilliance, a thousand rays of light, a hundred gods, all turned into afterimages, like a million rainbows intertwined with each other, or suddenly appeared, or suddenly disappeared.

"Those are the aura and vitality of heaven and earth, and there are some Qi that I haven't seen before!"

Yuan Fan was surprised, his hands trembled slightly, and he found that through the Bodhi Seed, he could see energy fluctuations that he could not usually detect, which made him very excited, as if he had opened a treasure that no one had set foot on.

Those illusory energy and qi are simply imperceptible to ordinary monks, they are very subtle, and they can almost be said to be omitted, and I am afraid that only strong people who have entered the Heavenly Heart Secret Realm can detect them.

"Here comes the sword!"

Yuan Fan laughed and spread out his right hand.

"Whew!"

With a snort, the sword of Jidao Fan drew a beautiful arc and fell in his hand, and a feeling of invincibility came from his heart, and he decided to practice his sword with peach blossoms.

His eyes shot out two black lights, his expression was in a trance, he was intoxicated, and the cicadas sang the twelve scriptures in his mouth.

At this moment, countless illusions converged towards him, and his whole body was also glowing, like a kendo god who was about to wield a fairy sword in the world.

Yuan Fan stepped out one step, this step stepped on a peach blossom, the peach blossom flicked slightly, and took another step, feeling that many windows were opened at once, as if he wanted to become one with heaven and earth, and one with the sword in his hand.

The Book of Sword Cultivation Immortals, many words in the "Book of Swords" also appeared in his mind, turning into vivid pictures, countless sword moves, swordsmanship, and sword skills, all of which are being presented.

"I want to step into the way of the sword and suppress the thousand generations with one sword!"

Yuan Fan shouted, moved the peach blossoms on the tips of his toes, and continued to step, this step was taken, and the peach blossoms under his feet gave birth to a sword qi, which spread in all directions, shattering many peach blossoms.

"Whew!"

A sword roar sounded from his heart, like a dream, like a fish in water, and he knew that it was the critical moment for him to officially step into the way of the sword.

This situation is not in cultivation, let alone cultivation, but a kind of impact on the general trend of the Great Dao, legend has it that there are three thousand Great Dao in the world, but not everyone has the opportunity to find their own "Dao", among them, the way of the sword is the most difficult to enter.

The way of the sword, which can be for killing, for the common people, or for one's own body, no matter what the original intention of cultivating the sword is, it is the most difficult to enter. A sword cultivates for eternity, stepping into the altar from the ordinary, and falling from the ordinary to the altar, this is the ordinary way in the three thousand avenues, the way of the sword.

Many Tianjiao stepped into the way of the sword, but also stopped at the way of the sword, this "way", for the monk's heart is the first major test, the simplest in the world, but also the most difficult.

"Whew!"

At this moment, Yuan Fan had already taken eight steps, and with each step of stepping on the peach blossoms, a sword qi shook in all directions, shaking away the peach blossoms, and all kinds of illusory brilliance shot towards him, and a trace of sword intent appeared in his body.

That trace of sword intent contains Chen Ling's smile, the earth on the other side of the starry sky, and the heavy experience that Yuan Fan has experienced, everything is integrated into that trace of sword intent, which is also the beginning of the way of the sword.

In the haze, Yuan Fan saw many things, he tried to catch something, but he couldn't do anything, countless brilliance and peach blossoms were intertwined, passing through his fingertips, it was difficult to grasp in the palm of his hand.

"The Tao is natural, the sword is eternal, the weather is swinging, and my Tao is prosperous!"

Yuan Fan was unwilling, and recalled in his mind the words of the Emperor Sword Soul in the Misty Forest, and suddenly realized it and said it.

This was originally the regret of an ancient sword emperor, who was told to the world by his emperor's sword and sword soul, but now it has also become Yuan Fan's regret, he wants to step into the way of the sword, suppress thousands of generations with a sword, and find the life he wants.

"Buzz."

A sword emperor's regret, after Yuan Fan also spoke, the peach blossom forest quieted down for a moment, the picture in his eyes disappeared abruptly, and then a little light fell into the palm of his hand, it was a peach blossom, bright red, red beautiful.

"Did it work?" Yuan Fan muttered to himself, not quite sure, and looked down at his feet.

At this moment, he is floating above the peach blossom forest, and the dense peach blossoms are flying all over the sky, just like the immortal ascension conference held in the world, sprinkling fairy colors and congratulating the people who seek immortals.

Yuan Fan waved his hand to interrupt the sword, and suddenly felt that a powerful force was gathering in the sword, which was a trace of the power of the sword intent to circulate.

"The Book of Swords tells that the monk stepped into the way of the sword, and he had sword intent in his heart, and I reached the sword realm!"

Yuan Fan carefully felt the trace of sword intent, was extremely excited, and began to step continuously, wandering among the peach blossoms, practicing swords on the peach blossoms, like a madman practicing swords.

Everything that happened here was watched by a big yellow dog, who was a little puzzled and muttered behind a peach tree.

"This kid is practicing a sword, how can he practice like a madman, what kind of airplane is he doing." The big yellow dog grinned, looked at Yuan Fan, who was already crazy, frowned slightly, seemed to understand something, and said secretly: "Hey, do the plane, this is what it means." ”