Back at the 12th peak of the west of Faming Mountain, Zhang Zheng sat on the edge of the cliff by himself, feeling the breeze slowly blowing on his cheeks.

She held the newly acquired dagger in her hand, her face was happy, her pale thin lips were closed one by one, and she said something: "Dagger, dagger, my old partner has retired, you will be my partner in the future, but you must cooperate well." ”

Zhang Zheng closed his eyes, his hands pinched and changed, and the dagger slowly rose, floating in front of his eyebrows.

A wisp of divine consciousness slowly drilled into the dagger, and wandered along the dagger's imprint, and the dagger's blue light soared, almost enveloping Zhang Zheng's entire body.

The divine consciousness finished swimming in the seal, converging into a complex closed loop, only to hear the dagger clang, and the dazzling blue light faded instantly.

After refining successfully, Zhang Zheng held the dagger with satisfaction, and as soon as his mind moved, the dagger was put into the storage bag, and then he thought about it and appeared in his hand.

Draw a scoop according to the gourd, and refine all the remaining magic weapons into a storage bag.

Zhang Zheng leaned back slightly, his eyes were gloomy, falling on the sky above and the mountains and rivers below, his hands supporting the ground, and his toes swaying without a match.

Sit here to watch the world, see the vastness of the world, and see the yin and yang are clear and turbid. The sky is boundless, the mountains and fields are vast, the birds can not fly across thousands of steep cliffs, and the fish can not swim across thousands of rivers and seas.

What does life belong to in the yin and yang of heaven and earth? Such a fragile and fragile life is in front of the endless river, but it is only a moment before the immortal green mountains.

Just like a grass and a tree, the years are withered and the years are prosperous, and the flowers of next year are no longer today's flowers, and today's grass is not yesterday's grass.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were empty, and there seemed to be a vast world in his eyes, but he didn't seem to be able to tolerate a single speck of dust.

At this moment, the meaning of cultivation suddenly became more clear, life in the world must pass away in a moment, and the practitioner felt that heaven and earth communicate yin and yang, which is nothing more than to pursue a very similar immortality.

Year after year, year after year, flowers are the same for different people.

The invisible Dao rhyme came from heaven and earth, lingering around Zhang Zheng's body, and in a trance, Zhang Zheng was already in a void of chaos.

The arrogant young man Peiyu wears a crown, holding a long sword to face the sky, the blue edge is like a hong, and the red sun is scorching and dazzling.

The figure of the young man was blown away by the wind, and the woman in red was like a practice, sitting with her back against the clock tower in the sky, and drinking booze.

With a flick of his hand, the wine bottle hit the bell tower and screamed tactfully, the woman in red flicked her sleeves and flew away, the eighteen-story bell tower shook and roared, and the more than nine floors collapsed, and the dust and smoke billowed out.

The clock tower and the dust and smoke were hidden in the chaos, and a white-haired old man with fairy wind and bones walked slowly, and the gaze of Gujing Wubo penetrated the vast and long time and space.

Zhang Zheng didn't react, and only the eyes that couldn't tell the age were reflected.

"We cut the love rope, break the mortal body, find eternal life, and strive for eternal life......"

Zhang Zheng's lips unconsciously closed, and as the old man murmured, "Searching for immortality......

In the chaos of nothingness, the figure of the old man gradually faded away, but his gaze still fell firmly on Zhang Zheng.

"Haha......"

He turned around, shook his sleeves, laughed loudly, and walked slowly towards the void behind him.

When the old man's figure completely disappeared into nothingness, the chaotic scene in front of him disappeared suddenly, and all the Dao rhyme that lingered around him disappeared into Zhang Zheng's body.

Heaven and earth roared, and no one could hear it.

Zhang Zheng came back to his senses, sat cross-legged, and ran the "Recipe for Neutralization and Transformation".

The milky white breath is mixed with a hint of green and green, wrapping Zhang Zheng tightly inside, forming a giant blue and white egg.

Within a radius of 100 miles, flowers and trees are silently happy, birds, beasts, insects and fish close their eyes and feel the air flow of vitality through the whole body, comfortable and happy.

The blue and white eggs collapsed, and all the breath escaped into Zhang Zheng's body, Zhang Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were clear and pure, black and white.

Immortality - the second of the path of incarnation.

Zhang Zheng was stunned and looked at the wisps of blue and white double strands emerging from his palm, fluttering in the wind, as light and soft as silk.

As the silk thread drilled into the stems and leaves, the delicate flowers suddenly came to life, and the petals bloomed and full of vitality.

Zhang Zheng smiled knowingly, she could feel that the life limit of Xiaohua's body had broken through a barrier, if it was said that it was one year old and one withered glory in the past, then it will become two years old and one withered glory in the future.

Everything in the world has a life limit, and mayflies are born and die; Cockroaches don't know spring and autumn; The five hundred years old of the soul of Chu Nan is spring, and the five hundred years old is autumn.

Even the monks who are pursuing the Great Dao, as long as they have not crossed the tribulation and ascended, will eventually usher in the day of the Great Limit.

Zhang Zheng covered her palms, covered the wisps of blue and white silk threads, and looked at the wild flowers on the cliff in a daze, she felt an invisible pull, stretching out from the wild flowers, sticking to her soul.

She didn't know what this bond was, but she could feel that it was very important to her, like a kind of shackle that bound her soul.

Subconsciously, Zhang Zheng wanted to find an absolutely safe place to plant it, but as soon as his fingertips touched the petals, it was like a pinprick faintly painful.

In the dark, the ethereal Tao seemed to warn her not to do this.

Zhang Zheng hesitated for a moment, but slowly withdrew her hand, she believed in her own Dao, and since the Tao had this instruction, she did so.

However, after this battle, it seems that this immortal life cannot be used at will in the future.

……

Wanxuanmen, Tibetan Fengtai.

Today is the day to set off for Si Dao Sect, and if the journey to Si Dao Sect is smooth, it will take three months.

In order to avoid delays due to accidents on the way, Wan Xuanmen decided to set off before the opening of the seventh month of the mountain and sea realm, that is, today.

In the last Shanhai Ling Competition, Zhang Zheng once again politely rejected Lin Yihan, and the relationship between the several people now is by no means cold, but it also means that it is unlikely to go further.

Therefore, Zhang Zheng arrived first, and when Lin Xiaoxiao and the three arrived, the two parties just bowed their heads and staggered their eyes.

Zhang Zheng didn't feel much about this, she was used to being alone, but she was not used to the excitement of walking with people.

Besides, she has nothing to do with them in the first place, she can't be called emotional, at most she is just a nodding acquaintance, and now she is no different from before.

Compared with Lin Xiaoxiao and the others, she cares more about Tan Ying, after all, she is an unknown threat in her heart.

There was still half an hour left before the departure time, Tan Ying's weak willow Fufeng's posture was late, and she walked straight to the direction where Zhang Zheng was.

"Senior Sister Zheng, have you been comfortable lately?"

Zhang Zheng didn't want to talk nonsense with her, so he brushed the storage bag with his right hand, and a cloth bag quietly fell into his hand and handed it to Tan Ying.

"Thanks to Senior Sister Tan, I'm doing pretty well."

Tan Ying took the cloth bag, looked through the cloth bag and looked at the five bottles of blood in it, and her expression was full of contentment.

Zhang Zheng didn't miss the satisfaction in her eyes, and reminded: "What Senior Sister wants has already been given to you, we will go our separate ways in the mountains and seas, but don't come to me again." ”

Tan Ying put away the cloth bag, the green onion white jade finger silently brushed the tip of her nose, and took a breath of enjoyment, her eyes were half-narrowed, and she smiled as happily as a fox that had stolen a fish.

"Naturally, senior sister has always been a thousand words."

(End of chapter)