"It's-"

Almost instantly, as Chu Weiyang's voice fell, Chu Weiyang clearly saw that the figure hanging in the distant sky, the face full of sorrow, in what way it was suddenly red and surging in a flash.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the redness of the cheeks seemed to spread out in the water waves, and "poured out" into the eyes.

The old Taoist pursed his lips tightly, and the wrinkles on his sad face were even more numerous than before.

It was as if at this moment, he had used all his strength on the change in his countenance, and then, with that surging emotion, with that same hideous countenance, he forcibly endured something.

One, two, three......

But just between breaths, the old Taoist's eyes became more and more red, the kind of blood and tears that were almost generations of people who had left the palace gate, and at this moment condensed in that pair of eyes that were difficult to express emotions.

Finally, it was like magma waiting to erupt.

In a flash, Chu Weiyang really saw that the full tears were spurting out of the eyes of the old Taoist.

Then, it seemed to be accompanied by the gushing of this tear, and in an instant, the surging and endless emotions seemed to be unable to be suppressed at this moment, and his difficult hands were holding the demon soul flag, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The source of all the drastic changes was only Chu Weiyang's words, and he didn't even see any real changes other than those words.

But Chu Weiyang also empathized with such changes as the old Taoist.

It is precisely because of the excessive upheaval and withering experience that the obsession related to the continuation of a Dharma system itself has been like a thorn in his heart for a long time, and even gradually grown with the flesh and blood itself, and that kind of pain has been shadowed with the divine element and with the life itself.

It seems that such a person is not afraid to hear some further news of the collapse of the world, and the news itself is nothing more than a stumbling from one place to another.

Even the loss of one's life is sometimes more like some kind of indescribable complex relief.

In addition to these, compared to the tragic and more tragic messages, the veteran is actually more afraid to hear any faint words mixed with hope.

Even if it was just a hazy and vague outline of a mist, when I saw it, it was as if there was already a pair of invisible hands tightly grasping the thorn that grew with flesh and blood, and the moment it was about to be pulled out, the first thing was a violent tearing pain that passed from the palace to the limbs.

Teach people to spasm and be powerless to resist, and teach people to be more vivid and painful and difficult to deal with.

In the same place, rare, Chu Weiyang pursed his lips, as if he wanted to continue to say something, but when he saw the old Taoist's expression, the pure pain, the pure endurance of the unbearable process accumulation, the deep hatred that did not know where it originated.

In a trance, the Taoist looked at his person, but gradually, what appeared in his eyes was like some other hazy and vague silhouette.

It was the Qingzhu Ancestor who had created his own book with amazing talent but was unable to return to the sky, that was a fellow disciple who had died in the Demon Suppression Cave, and that was Guo Dian who fell on the eve of his life before the landslide.

It was Chu Weiyang, who fled for 90,000 miles on the road that traversed the east and west in the past.

If they lived, if they heard that there had been someone who had been called the Lord of Langxiao Mountain in the open sea, if they heard that there were people who had gone through the Three Realms and were all called real people, if they saw how graceful the Dharma system of the Panwang Sect had been postponed, and the sages of this Holy Sect had come out of the years.

At that time, their throbbing will be like this old man!

And at this time, when Chu Weiyang thought about this, almost instantly, the Taoist seemed to have a consolation from his own body for no reason.

And it was this kind of emotional washing, and in an instant, all the disturbances of the original words and emotions of the cultivators disappeared.

The Taoist stood in the red dust, but it seemed to have washed away the lead.

Then, through the constant state of inspiration, a certain kind of heart sound that flashes with it is also composed into a music in a breath.

So, Chu Weiyang turned his head to look at Wu Qing on the side.

"Senior brother, borrow a wisp of blood origin to use it."

When he heard this, almost without hesitation, Wu Qing waved his hand, and the virtual image that seemed to be a sea of blood in the sky flashed away, and then accompanied by a ray of spiritual light slashed diagonally, and when Wu Qing's palm was pushed out, a wisp of pure blood origin was handed in front of Chu Weiyang.

If you want to talk about the essence of blood bloom, too many monks in the world may have too many methods that can be absorbed and refined, but only Wu Qing makes a move like this, the technique is the most exquisite, and the blood bloom is the most refined!

At the beginning, when this wisp of blood origin was just handed to the front, there was still a remnant of the aura of the Divine Realm True Realm on it, but when Chu Weiyang's mana wrapped it in an instant, all the aura on it disappeared.

It's just blood.

Furthermore, Chu Weiyang turned his head to look in a certain direction in the crowd, it was the Divine Realm cultivator who had just opened his mouth to ask Chu Weiyang how the Dan River Valley was.

When the Taoist slowly spoke, there was nothing polite to speak of, because Chu Weiyang understood that a true Danhe Valley monk would not refuse such a good fate.

"Please Master Dan, give me a body-shaping Creation Pill."

When the words fell, the Dan Master in the crowd seemed to realize something, and between loud laughter, he turned his hand and the Chenghuang spiritual light flew towards Chu Weiyang.

A wisp of medicinal fragrance diffused between heaven and earth, revealing the grade of the supreme treasure medicine of the divine realm.

In an instant, Chu Weiyang raised his hand, and the moment the golden and red banner fell, when the origin heaven and earth were hanging, Chun Yuzhi was wearing a crimson robe, and his figure was sitting in the Qiankun Dharma furnace.

When the Taoist introduced it again, that wisp of Taiyin True Fire suddenly turned into a raging sea of fire under the influx of Chu Weiyang's dark mana, and between the flames, whether it was that wisp of blood or the supreme treasure pill, they were all wrapped in the Dharma flame.

"Taiyin Refining Form: Easy Form"

In an instant, the meaning of the yin and yang runs through the raging law flames, mixed with the supernatural power scriptures, but it belongs to the power of creation that is transformed into a fetus, and while further radiating that wisp of blood, it is also smelting the medicinal power into a torrent, pouring and filling into the blood.

The living dead, flesh and bones.

And it is precisely in this process that I have seen the means of the Taoist people to overturn yin and yang almost instantly, and at this moment hanging in the air, all the real people and demonic monks of the Dharma lineage are the most proficient in the law of opening the heavens.

And it was in this process, along with the blood in the Taiyin True Fire, that almost instantly, in the swirling flame light, a hazy and vague humanoid outline could already be truly seen.

And at this moment, Chu Weiyang's hanging round Dao Fruit Mirror Wheel, in the immeasurable divine flower, the Xuanzhen Treasure suddenly appeared in the world.

The moment when the magic treasure cave shines on the gray-black ghostly light, it seems that there are thousands of yin spirits and gods to be revealed, and in the moment when it is intertwined and resonated with the Xuanhe River above the high sky, it will be suspended in the world to become the second Huangquan Tianhe!

And it was at this moment, when the thin glow was almost uncontrollable, Chu Weiyang pinched it into the Grandmaster Seal with one hand and gently buckled it on the Xuanzhen Treasure Book.

In an instant, all the yin spirits were silent.

In the silent spiritual light, it seemed that the Yellow Spring Heavenly River had turned over.

The immeasurable glow condensed towards one point in an instant.

Gradually, above the Xuanzhen Treasure Book, a hazy and vague figure suddenly condensed in an instant, wrapped in the rolling yin and evil qi, and then in the flash of condensation, he looked towards Chu Weiyang with a puzzled face.

"Division—"

It's just that without waiting for Zhong Chaoyuan's divine form to say any other words, the moment the Grandmaster Seal fell for the second time, the flourishing ghostly light seemed to be wrapped in some origin and poured towards that divine form in an instant.

Zhong Chaoyuan's divine form first froze and sluggish for a moment.

And then in the next moment, Zhong Chaoyuan's condensed divine form suddenly disintegrated into a wisp of soul power.

In the silent emotion, the Taoist pinched the hand of the Dharma seal and waved it gently, so that in the power of Zhong Chaoyuan's soul, little by little, everything that was originally added by Chu Weiyang, as well as those memories that he experienced with Chu Weiyang in the future, were stripped away by Chu Weiyang little by little.

Furthermore, those who originally belonged to Zhong Chaoyuan, who really belonged to the memories of Senior Brother Daozi of the Lihate Palace, and those who were originally banned by Chu Weiyang alone, in this process, rode the sinister Qi and returned to Zhong Chaoyuan's soul torrent.

Back then, how Chu Weiyang dismantled Zhong Chaoyuan's heart and soul little by little, and now, Chu Weiyang is how to put it back together little by little.

It's just that compared with the previous years, Zhong Chaoyuan's memory has a long experience from the beginning of the foundation building realm to the peak of the Jindan realm, controlling the Xuanzhen Treasure Book, dismantling the souls of thousands of beings, mastering the yin and the underworld, and deducing the seclusion.

Today's Chu Weiyang no longer lacks a dispensable "junior brother", but among the ancestral mountain gates of the Hate Palace, there is a lack of such a Tianjiao demon who has mastered the true root and marrow system!

A wisp of ghost soul was illuminated by the mirror light hole, and in the moment it penetrated into the outline of the body that was becoming more and more condensed, the power of the real Taiyin refining form of the reincarnation of death and life acted on that body.

Moreover, at this moment, even if there was no real charm of Chu Weiyang's own body true form method running through, but in the end, it was applied to the hands of the Taoist, and almost the moment that the flesh and Dao body were condensed, it was already a mysterious state with a wonderful form and spirit.

Divine Realm, Jindan, Danti, Foundation Building, Qi Refining......

Almost instantly, the aura of the majestic Dao Law Layer was on the physical body of the Dao Body, and it converged towards the origin of the form and god.

Until the end, when there was no trace of the faint Dao law breath, Chu Weiyang took out another black jade coffin and sealed Zhong Chaoyuan, who still needed to cultivate the form god and could not wake up for a while.

"If you are good to protect him, he will be the entire era after leaving the Hate Palace, all the future and hope!"

The moment the words fell, looking at the old Taoist's throbbing speechlessness, he could only stop the posture of his head, at this moment, even if the jade light on the "Jade Book" was already in full bloom, and in the crazy condensation of the spiritual rhyme, there was immediately the aura of the spiritual root of heaven and earth shining from it, but it was no longer able to trigger the Taoist's state of mind.

——

One other door changed the fire three times, and the end of the world stepped on the red dust. Still smiling as spring warmth. There is no wave of the real ancient well, and there is a festival of autumn yun.

The melancholy lonely sail was sent overnight, sending off the light moon and clouds. Don't use your eyebrows before honoring. Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian.

ps: Thank you for the book friend "Qingxiao Farewell" for the reward! Thank you for your support! Boss atmosphere! Boss Fortune !!

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