Ye Ziluo listened to the subtle struggle of the grass breaking through the soil, the rhythm of the buds blooming, and the whistling of the wind on the top of the dense forest...... In the field of vision, the blue sky is clear, the flow of white clouds is changing, the blades of grass are extending the lines of life, and the age marks of the stone surface are imperceptibly changing......

After a long time, Ye Ziluo let out a long breath, his eyes flashed, and he returned to normal, and his heart was especially immersed in that indescribable deep touch.

"Everything has a spirit." Cangtong sighed lowly. Cangtong is a natural demon, different from a demon cultivated by humans or other living beings, the realm level is directly higher than that of a natural immortal, and it is very easy to cultivate, plus he is gifted, his comprehension is extremely high, and it took him six hundred years to cultivate to the Demon Venerable, and his strength is slightly higher than that of Shangluo Jinxian in the Heavenly Immortal Realm. As the years went by, the deeper his cultivation became, and he felt more and more clearly that the cultivation path had not yet reached the top, and the avenue had not yet been completed, and later learned that there was a realm ---- god above the immortals, and he had the desire to cultivate into a demon god. Cang Tong groped all the way alone, and his skills far surpassed the other three demon lords in the demon world, and he became the demon emperor who unified the demon world, but his cultivation did not change qualitatively. He was always annoyed until he encountered the Empty Silence Divine Man who was imprisoned in the Nine Lotus Array for three thousand years. For 3,000 years, he pondered day and night, but he could not find a way.

Cultivating immortals and cultivating demons absorb the aura of heaven and earth is completely different, and it can be said that the path of cultivation is the opposite of each other, although in the end they can reach eternal life and strong power.

Therefore, Cangtong, like Ye Ziluo, has never felt like this.

He hid in Ye Ziluo's body, and he could directly feel what Ye Ziluo saw, heard, and felt, and in an instant, he had an epiphany.

"Everything has a spirit." Ye Ziluo whispered, and suddenly felt a brightness. Yes, everything has a spirit, whether it is a tree, a grass, a stone, or a heaven or an earth, it can condense spiritual energy and possess spirituality. This is the path of practice. All beings have spirits.

Ye Ziluo's eyes were full of compassion, which was mercy for all spiritual things. He was an egalitarian of all beings, and this realization that in his mind, he had come to regard the spiritually alien as equal to human beings.

As soon as the good thought moved, Ye Ziluo had many friends in the demon world in the future, which no one had ever expected.

The pupil felt what he felt, and his heart moved. Dissolving his divine thoughts with Ye Ziluo's divine thoughts, and quietly feeling his compassion, his heart was also strangely calm, as if it had been calm since ancient times. After a while, Ye Ziluo woke up from the half-staking, and his pupils also woke up, he had already thought of a deeper problem. Cultivating demons, cultivating immortals, cultivating demons, or just because of different types, they can only adopt different cultivation methods, whether it is immortal qi or their demonic qi, what they absorb is innate qi, so what about the breath that existed at the beginning of the universe? That kind of aura is the purest and most powerful, or that is the ultimate of cultivation, assimilating with heaven and earth, and co-living with the universe. What immortal qi and demonic qi are just one of the billions of incarnations of the initial qi.

The pupils are like an empowerment, and they suddenly become clear. After this deep reflection and enlightenment, although he has not made any progress in cultivation, he has broken through the Demon Venerable in his state of mind and walked towards the path of the Demon God.

Ye Ziluo took out the jasper slice that Gao Yue gave him again, and his mind stretched in, this time his mind could read more things, and he confirmed that he should have cultivated to the Yudan stage, from the Yudan stage to the fusion to the Yuanying, and six different spiritual power operation diagrams appeared. Ye Ziluo wrote them down one by one, and put away the jade slips with satisfaction.

"Ah~~~~" Ye Ziluo screamed miserably, picking up the hair that fell on his chest, oh my God, when did his hair grow so long? The long hair that hung down to the shoulders was black and shiny, not like his hair at all, his hair was on the hard side, and his short hair was often messy, how could it be so smooth?

Cang Tong said funny: "First, because you have been in meditation for half a month, and secondly, because you are cultivating, the hair growth rate is faster than usual. ”

"Half a month?"

"There is no time for cultivation----"

Ye Ziluo was taken aback, he only felt very comfortable running his spiritual power nine times, but he didn't expect that half a month had passed, and he really didn't notice it if a white horse had passed through the gap.

His brows furrowed slightly, Ye Ziluo thought that he had taken half a month's leave before leaving, half a month's leave plus weekends, and it had been a month together, and most of the time had passed. I don't know when I'll find Mercury, let alone go home. If you lose your job, you can't defend against it, but your parents will be worried if you don't have any news about you.

Now he has traveled through the stars, his vision is broad, and he has long felt that it is ridiculous to keep a fixed job and wronged himself, although he wants a stable job, a house, and the ordinary life of his wife and child has always been his dream, for the sake of his dream, he can only endure the unpleasant places at work, saying that it is not enough to endure humiliation and burden, but people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and they are not angry.

Now I feel that in life, I should let myself be more free. He should have lived a more open-minded life.

It doesn't matter if he loses his job, but if he doesn't come home after the time, his parents will be anxious when they find out that he is missing.

Parents are old and can't afford such a toss.

Ye Ziluo was anxious, but he also knew that he was in a hurry, so he could only comfort himself. As long as his parents are still alive, with his current cultivation, it will not be difficult for his parents to take the Heavenly Dragon Earth Tiger Pill and embark on the path of cultivation. Along the way, you may be able to find a Lingzhi elixir such as Huangzi in the stone, which is more conducive to the cultivation of parents.

Ye Ziluo forcibly dismissed his worries, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, I have now cultivated to the end of the Dan, and I should be able to get out of the forest, right?" ”

"I know you're in a hurry to go home, but your home is located in the Central Plains Star, where the ancient god arrays are dense, and even I can't easily break in, let alone with your cultivation. However......" The Demon Emperor said appreciatively: "That Leaping Star made by the Instrument Sect really has some ways. Actually, with your eldest brother's cultivation, it is still quite reluctant to use Chiba Muhua. They had no danger along the way, and luck played a big part in it. ”

Ye Ziluo was speechless, he remembered very well how ugly his eldest brother was when he drove by the edge of the ancient formation with Chiba Muhua. If it weren't for Mercury, they wouldn't have taken such a risk.

"Cultivation should not be impatient, you have just arrived in Neidan, you are still unstable, and you can't carry out the next step of cultivation for a while, and I can't absorb spiritual power, it's better to learn swordsmanship first, and when your swordsmanship is a little successful, you can resist when you encounter fierce beasts, and we will leave here."

The two discussed it. Ye Ziluo took out the Cold Mist Sword.

Taking off the scabbard, the cold light flashed, and the cold mist sword let out a dragon groan, as if extremely happy.

Cangtong whispered: "The purple lotus dances the cold mist, the dark sword shatters the enemy's guts, think about how much demon blood this cold mist dark sword drank back then, and now it is goodbye for three thousand years......"

"Hey, does His Majesty the Demon Emperor recognize this sword?"

There was a slight nostalgia in Cangtong's tone: "This sword has been with me for more than five hundred years. It is the first sword in the demon world. ”

Ye Ziluo stroked the sword body: "This fairy sword was originally owned by His Majesty the Demon Emperor, no wonder the sword seems to be happy and abnormal at this moment, it must be a reunion with the old master." Then I will keep this sword for the time being, and return it to its original owner after His Majesty the Demon Emperor condenses his body. Along the way, Ye Ziluo always felt that this sword was quite spiritual, and he had subconsciously regarded it as a conscious thing in his words.

Cang Tong smiled indifferently: "No, this sword has been hollowed out, and it is no longer a magic sword." Moreover, the sword has recognized you as Lord, and that is its choice, and it cannot be replaced. I'm done with it. Back then, I used this sword to create the Eighteenth Form of Cold Mist Purple Lotus and defeat the invincible opponent of the Demon Realm. It's just that then I stopped using a sword. ”

"Why don't you use your sword anymore?" Ye Ziluo thought about how many heroes and heroes had broken the courage of the Demon Emperor Cangtong when he raised his sword and waved it, the sword shadows in the sky, and the cold mist flew purple lotus.

"There is no one left to make me wield a sword." The pupil understated.

Ye Ziluo was stunned for a moment, but felt that in these bland words, the pride and domineering spirit of the world were fully revealed, which made people involuntarily surging with blood!

Ye Ziluo's mind moved slightly, and his pupils were clear. He said, "If you want to learn, I will teach you the eighteen forms of this cold mist purple lotus." "The Demon Emperor has read countless people, not to mention that he is attached to Ye Ziluo, and he has a good grasp of Ye Ziluo's character---- which is a little too simple, sometimes emotionally impulsive, with medium cultivation qualifications, and middle and upper wisdom, but just being calm-minded and open-minded, and being bold and bold is enough to satisfy him, yes, Cangtong decided to grant the sword technique without hesitation.

This Purple Lotus Eighteen Style, Megatron Demon Realm. The end is exquisite, even the sword immortals dare not taste its edge, but Cangtong generously agreed to teach Ye Ziluo, and did not even mention that Ye Ziluo worshiped him as a teacher, which can be described as extremely casual.

Ye Ziluo didn't know that most of the stunts of the scholars were to worship the other party's door, and secondly, he had no way to understand the prestige of this style, but thinking that the Demon Emperor was willing to teach him stunts and inherit the teachings, he was moved in his heart, and he couldn't speak.

Cangtong understood and didn't say much.

Ye Ziluo has never practiced any martial arts, can not understand the essence and artistic conception of the sword style, even if he wants to learn immediately, Cangtong can not do anything, he promised to engrave the sword style on the Jane in the future and give it to Ye Ziluo, and then study it carefully when Ye Ziluo cultivates enough.

The Demon Emperor also taught four or five simple moves, most of which were big opening and closing, nothing more than basic slashing and stabbing. Ye Ziluo started quickly, and after fiddling with it a few times, when the spiritual power was transported into the sword, it was swayed, and the sword shot out more than half of its length, accompanied by the sword wind, it was quite imposing.

Cang Tong said: "Yes, there are these styles that can be used, and it is not a big problem to deal with ordinary beasts, and you can also try to break into this dense forest." ”

Ye Ziluo rested for a while, sat down for a while, and after running his spiritual power for a week, he held the fairy sword in his hand and chose the East to be easily identified and walked into the dense forest.

The ground of the dense forest is full of rotting leaves, and from time to time there are roots and vines lurking, not to mention some soft reptiles that emerge when you step on them. Ye Ziluo stumbled and walked away, and when Cang Tong saw that he didn't know how long he would go, he taught him the art of flying and the art of flying with the sword.

With Ye Ziluo's cultivation, Edgeworth's flight is still reluctant, and he can only fly for short distances. Compared with the two, this technique of flying in the dense forest is more practical.

Ye Ziluo calmed down, silently transported the spiritual power to his legs and feet, a little on his toes, and suddenly his body was like a light swallow, flying out, looking back, this step was actually a foot away. And it is always enough to touch the ground on your toes, which avoids many dangers.

Ye Ziluo was happy, and he was on tiptoe again, and flew out, but the speed was too fast, and he saw the black shadow in front of him flicker, and it hit a giant tree with a "bang".

This collision made his eyes glow, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his pale eyes laughed.

Climbing up and looking at the profound figure left on the giant tree, Ye Ziluo also felt funny. If it weren't for the fact that when he collided, the spiritual power in his body instinctively protected his body, I was afraid that he would not be able to stand up. As soon as his brain moved, he distributed some spiritual power to his eyes when he flew longitudinally, and sure enough, even if he was extremely fast, his eyes could accurately judge the route.

Ye Ziluo loves the art of flying very much, and practiced tirelessly, and after two hours, at the point of his toes, people can already fly three zhang away.

With a long roar, Ye Ziluo flew through the forest, happy. He estimated that the spiritual power used was only three or four percent.

When the sun set in the west, Ye Ziluo didn't know how far he flew out of this dense forest. Everywhere I passed, there were a few human marks, such as trees with cut marks, large pieces of tattered leather objects on wooden racks, what looked like tents, and human bones, presumably eaten by fierce beasts.

Soon, Ye Ziluo stopped in a meadow. The sun was setting and red as blood. Ye Ziluo tiptoe a little, fly to the top of a big tree in three or two, look around, the sky is reckless, full of mountains and forests. With enough eyesight and careful inspection, I found that further to the east, the dense forest gradually thinned, and it seemed to be close to the plain.

When it is dawn tomorrow, they will go further to the east. Ye Ziluo made up his mind and jumped onto the grass.

This grassy area is a kilometer in circumference, bright green in color, uniform in length, no more knee-high, and looks pleasant to the eye.

I just don't know why there is such a neat grass in the dense forest, Ye Ziluo felt that it was inappropriate, but he couldn't remember anything.

He stood on the edge of the grass, silently reciting the sword technique taught by Cangtong in his heart, threw the Cold Mist Sword into the air, jumped up, and his spiritual power communicated with the Cold Mist Sword through his feet, and he concentrated his mind and flew forward. Ye Ziluo tasted the art of the sword for the first time, the flying sword flew forward a few steps crookedly, Ye Ziluo's mental power relaxed slightly, and the flying sword lost its head and planted the master.

Fortunately, Ye Ziluo is much more flexible now, and when he turned over, he finally landed on his heels. The heel hit the ground, and the person shook back, and at this moment, Ye Ziluo suddenly had a strange feeling, and there was a strange touch from the heel part that touched the ground. It was as if he had not fallen on the ground, but on the mud, slippery and sticky.

Ye Ziluo let out an "ah", the person had stood firmly, both feet fell to the ground, and he immediately felt a faint suction coming from him.

"Jump!" There was a sharp rebuke from Cangtong in his mind, and there were several different audio tracks---- several figures appeared among the woods on the other side of the meadow, shouting anxiously at Ye Ziluo, what he shouted, Ye Ziluo couldn't understand a word, but on this occasion, he subconsciously knew that they were shouting something similar to "jump".

From standing firm on his feet, to hearing the voice of the pupil, to seeing the figure, the time was short to almost at the same time, and at the same time, the faint suction under his feet suddenly became larger, and the feet that stood firm suddenly fell into the mud.