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Looking at the back of the Sword Saint leaving, on the Lingquan Pool, Xiao Yi groaned slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The three young masters of the King of Mountains and Rivers, the taboo characters of the younger generation, are indeed unfathomable, even if they have just made a move, Xiao Yi is doubting how much strength he has made.

Back then, he had just set foot in this ancient land, his body was weak, and he was not even as good as a child of a few years old.

Maybe in the eyes of many supreme divisions, and even the supreme king's department, it is really insignificant, but for Xiao Yi, this is his background, step by step, walking through blood and fire, hovering between life and death, what else is there to fear, even if it is a taboo character, the years are irreversible, and it is still strong despite thousands of blows!

Airplanes!

At this moment, from Xiao Yi's body, an indescribable qi overflowed, ripples rippled on the spiritual spring pool, and many spiritual grasses swayed by the pool, as if some kind of induction was born, like jasper-like blades of grass falling, all pointing in the same direction.

At this time, the ripples on the Lingquan Pond were rippling, but it was from the outside and the inside, the heart of the pool, Xiao Yi suddenly roared, its sound was like a dragon's roar, like a roar, and like a giant roaring, endlessly, instantly spread throughout the entire knife peak.

In the distance, the Sword Saint's steps suddenly stopped, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed out loud and walked away.

In front of the knife palace.

The war knives in the hands of the two heavenly soldiers hummed, and the tips of the knives pointed far away, reviving on their own.

"Someone has forged a Dao heart!"

After a short period of distraction, the two looked at each other in shock, the so-called Dao Heart. The heart of the way. I can only understand it. It is unspeakable, the two of them have stepped into the Open Heaven Realm for many years, and their cultivation has already reached a bottleneck, so they naturally understand that if they want to reincarnate and become holy, they must condense their own laws, and it is difficult for the Dao Talisman to be achieved, and the laws are difficult to be born. Only by condensing the Dao mind can one have the qualifications to truly step into reincarnation.

The Dao Heart is difficult to cast, and there is no way to rely on it, only by chance, even if the two of them have been cultivating for hundreds of years, they have never touched a trace of the threshold, and now someone has cast the Dao Heart, just in this Sword Palace, no need to think, the two of them also understand who it is.

The heart of the Tao is forged. Only when the spirits of heaven and earth are sensitive, will the vision of the present be born.

At the foot of the knife peak. A slender and upright figure suddenly stopped, Yin Wujiang turned around and looked up at the top of the sword peak, his eyes condensed slightly, did he cast a Dao heart?

Soon, he chuckled, turned around and stepped forward, the water under his feet was sparkling, as if he could see the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, the rivers and mountains were picturesque, and in an instant, they disappeared.

......

A full stick of incense passed, and the howling sound that enveloped the entire sword peak slowly stopped.

On the Lingquan Pool, Xiao Yi's whole body emitted a radiant light, not chaotic qi, but a colorless Dao light, and even a faint fragrance emanating from his body, like a newborn baby, with a clear breath that lasts for a long time.

At this time, Xiao Yi's eyes were slightly closed, at this moment, he felt that the whole world had changed, if it was said that looking at this piece of heaven and earth before, it was like seeing flowers in the fog, hazy and blurry, then now the fog was cleared, and the tracks of the roads were clearly visible in front of him, he could clearly grasp the trajectory of the wind, and he could sense the pulse of the earth, which was a unique state, and all the ways seemed to have life.

"It turns out that this is the heart of the Tao, which is true with the Tao and the heart is in harmony. ”

Xiao Yi muttered to himself, opened his eyes, and a soft Dao light flashed away, even if the Dao light that enveloped his whole body disappeared, it didn't seem to have changed in the slightest, but Xiao Yi understood that right now, he really opened the veil of Dao and saw the endless magnificence.

If it is said to be the sea, then the Dao heart is a boat, carrying the soul and reaching the other side, while before it was a swimming crossing, with all the manpower, once exhausted, the only way to be buried at the bottom of the sea.

The Dao Heart was cast, and it did not improve the actual combat power, but for Xiao Yi, as long as he had enough time, he could be reborn like the Ancient Divine Phoenix.

......

When the bright moon was in the sky, Xiao Yi crossed the Lingquan Pond and walked into the Sword Palace, under a golden spiritual tree with sun leaves, the Sword Saint and several old people sat around a bonfire to barbecue.

From time to time, the Sword Saint added a few handfuls of spirit grass, and the roasted golden beast meat was full of aroma, and it exuded a faint aura, which was obviously not an ordinary desolate beast.

Several old men were a little drunk, and there were more than a dozen bluestone jars stacked next to them, no longer a blood medicine spring that continued their vitality, but the strongest blood spring that circulated among the Terran war divisions on the Heavenly Road.

"The young man came just in time, the hot spring is in his stomach, and he is full of flesh and blood!"

An old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face, obviously a little drunk, picked up a bluestone jar and threw it over.

Xiao Yi stretched out his hand to catch it, without hesitation, he directly poured half a jar, and the blood spring with a slight smell of blood entered his abdomen, as if it had turned into a scorching fire, his chest was hot, Xiao Yi took a deep breath, what a strong blood spring.

"Eat meat!"

The old man's eyes were bright, and he rudely lifted the placket of the animal skin, revealing a somewhat shriveled chest, shiny and shiny.

The Sword Saint shook his head and chuckled, then tore off a piece of roasted golden and tender beast meat on the bonfire and handed it to Xiao Yi, who came to the front.

Several people sat on the ground, and beside the Sword Saint, there were already several empty jars, and his face was slightly red, obviously not suppressed by cultivation, but he was also a little drunk.

"It was a deep winter night, exhaling into ice, and the Bone Clan War Division was stationed in the Two Realms Gorge, blocking the back road of my general's ......"

The old man who lifted his chest and clothes spat and flew around, poured a mouthful of blood spring, tore a piece of animal meat, and ate his mouth full of oil, perhaps because he was in a hurry, coughing and tears.

But soon he laughed: "Lao Tzu killed five bone clan leaders, and thousands of bone soldiers were beaten into bone slag! Yunsheng, another can!"

There are only these old people, unscrupulously calling the Sword Saint, and even some of them, the years they have lived may not be longer than the Sword Saint, the Sword Saint is always smiling, he handed over a bluestone jar and stuffed it into the old man's hand, but the old man couldn't drink it anymore at this time, the hand holding the bluestone jar slowly fell, and the attitude was flying, and finally stopped at this moment.

"It's really not stopping, now it's stopping, it's finally stopping!"

The remaining old men got up, some staggered into the courtyard of the side hall, some still grabbed the bluestone jar and went away, only one old woman stayed, pulled the open placket for the old man, and there was a little envy in her eyes, then shook her head and staggered away.

Looking at the old woman's somewhat rickety back, Xiao Yi thought of Shi Gong, the old man had been sleeping underground for seven years, and the time and moon lying on the stone bed were the most precious memories of his time in this ancient land.

The Sword Saint got up slowly, the Sword Saint at this moment was different from the past, there was no sharp edge, there was just a deep gaze that seemed to be able to engulf everything, he stretched out a hand to soothe the old man's wide eyes, and a little bonfire bounced up, igniting the old man.

In the raging flames, the old man looked serene, and the sword saint looked up at the moon and sang an ancient song from behind.

"The sky will collapse and the earth will crack, people will live up to their lives and deaths, live and die, live up to their relatives, and their souls will return to their ......"

The familiar and ancient ballad seemed to have traveled through endless time and space, and Xiao Yifang realized that what he heard in the lost ancient battlefield should be the ancient sacrificial sound, but the endless years have passed, and it is still endless.

"The sky will collapse and the earth will crack, people will live up to their lives and deaths, live and die, live up to their relatives, and their souls will return to their ......"

In the side hall, in the courtyard, at this moment, several old chants sounded, and there were also two majestic and desolate voices from the front of the Sword Palace, and their voices were long, resounding over the entire Sword Palace.

Xiao Yi was silent, it was this ancient song that brought him into this bizarre ancient land, until he also completely integrated into it, and embarked on a distant and long path of cultivation, the history of the human race, which stretched here for nearly one hundred and eight epochs, the accumulation of tens of millions of years, the ancient wilderness, and even the ancient era when the gods were juxtaposed, there were too many things that disappeared, in comparison, the five thousand years of the later generations were too short.

The ancient ballad was repeated over and over again, desolate and pathetic, in the raging flames, the figure of the old man slowly turned into ashes, and in Xiao Yi's memory, there was also the same flame, and finally he buried Shi Gong.

"The sky will collapse and the earth will crack, people will live up to their lives and deaths, live and die, live up to their relatives, and their souls will return to their ......"

The remaining half of the blood spring in his hand was sprinkled in front of the old man, and Xiao Yi's voice gradually blended into it.

......

The next day, when the morning dawn came again in the Sword Palace, the old people sprinkled and swept in the palace as before, and did not see joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows.

On the stone bed in the side hall, Xiao Yi opened his eyes, a little dizzy, looking at the dozens of empty stone jars piled up around the stone bed, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he was really indulgent last night, let his thoughts and hearts be intoxicated, unconscious.

Walking out of the side hall, the morning sun is rising, the morning glow is bright, thousands of wisps are falling down, the dew on a few spiritual trees is dotted, crystal clear, the glow lifts away the spiritual mist, caresses on the body, Xiao Yi is shocked, disperses all the blood spring, and his mind becomes clear again.

He looked ahead, the Sword Saint leaned under the Sun Spirit Tree, still holding a bluestone jar in his hand, taking a sip from time to time, looking at him from afar and smiling.

"Senior brother. He walked over and came near, and stopped talking.

"It doesn't matter. The Sword Saint waved his hand, sprinkled the remaining blood fountain in his hand around, and said, "I have heard of the sword technique of the Heavenly Sword Saint for a long time, but unfortunately the Dao is different, and I have never had the opportunity to see it." ”

Xiao Yi turned around and left, stopping in front of the Sword Palace, without looking back, silent for a moment.

"Thank you!"

His tone was sonorous and firm, and then he crossed the palace gate and strode away.

Under the Sun Spirit Tree, the Sword Saint smiled dumbly, but then he restrained his smile, and in the depths of his pupils, a touch of relief appeared. (Ask for a subscription,Ask for a monthly pass!No monthly pass to vote for the emperor.,Monday is here again.,This chapter was sent a little late.,Forgive me.,But the mood is a little inexplicably heavy after the ten steps are written.,This chapter is very satisfied.,This mood will continue to be maintained.,This is the taste that the ten steps want.。 (To be continued......)