"Thirty-eight, how many Golden Sands have been auctioned, and what is the price?" Zhang Jing asked curiously.

The voice sounded suddenly.

Lu Thirty-eight was trembling in an instant, and then it reacted that it was its own master.

The next moment.

I saw it raise its huge head high, and its voice was full of pride:

"Back to my lord, I have already auctioned 1,233 grains of Zeurhe Golden Sands, with an average price of 91 points of luck per piece."

"Yes, well done!"

Zhang Jing's eyes lit up slightly, nodded with satisfaction, and praised.

Don't look at Lu Thirty-eight, this guy is very lazy on weekdays, and he doesn't even care much about cultivation. However, as long as there is a matter related to the cultivation of immortal roots, it is more important than anyone else's care.

"How much luck is left?"

"A little bit of 100,000."

The voice fell.

Zhang Jing suddenly understood, and then instructed:

"Then this 100,000 luck, you continue to bid for the Zeu River Spirit Sand. After five months, there will be an extra million luck in it, and you use 300,000 of them to bid for the Golden Sands of the Celestial River, and the rest of the luck will not be able to move. As for the price of each grain of Zeuhe Golden Sand, it is still the previous requirement. ”

"At that time, the Sanguang peach tree should germinate young plants, thirty-eight, you remember to take care of it."

"Don't worry, sir, I know."

Lu Thirty-eight's eyes suddenly became serious.

"Good."

Let's talk about it.

Zhang Jing walked straight into the palace, preparing to retreat and comprehend the four Taoist inheritances in his hands

There is no time for practice.

I don't sleep old.

Thirty years have passed.

Next to the spiritual spring in the center of the fairy island.

Lu Thirty-eight, who has not changed at all, is holding a small jade bucket in his mouth at the moment.

It scooped out a bucket of fairy liquid from the spiritual spring, and then carefully poured it on a half-human-tall immortal plant.

Pause.

I saw that the branches and leaves of the fairy plant stretched out, swaying slightly in the wind, and the body was surrounded by a rich fairy spirit, faintly revealing a three-color brilliance, which looked extraordinary.

"Little peach, little peach, you have to grow up quickly, the master and I are still waiting to eat peaches."

Lu Thirty-eight was watering the spiritual liquid for the Sanguang Pan Peach Tree, and at the same time, he was chanting words in his mouth.

It seems that some kind of beautiful scene comes to mind.

It burst out laughing, and a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of its mouth.

And the other side.

Inside the palace that looks a little quaint and dilapidated.

Zhang Jing closed his eyes and meditated.

It is said that time is like a knife.

But a full thirty years have passed, but the knife of the years seems to have lost its edge, and it has not left a trace on his face.

Zhang Jing still looks like he was in his early twenties as before.

Not even the temperament has changed by the slightest thread.

Not much.

Zhang Jing slowly opened his eyes.

A colorful color suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Five elements, four elephants, yin and yang

All kinds of terrifying Dao intentions are intertwined, colliding with each other and constantly annihilating at the same time, but they are constantly growing and growing, as if endless, revealing extremely terrifying and oppressive fluctuations outward.

Even the immortal qi flowing in the palace was stagnant at this moment.

A faint sigh suddenly resounded through the palace.

"Finally, all the thirty-six basic Dao meanings have been completed!"

Zhang Jing's eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of embarrassment.

The next moment.

The mind moved.

In an instant, his consciousness came to the Mud Pill Palace.

The jade talisman that shimmered with a faint spiritual light was still entrenched in the central area, and dozens of different Dao meanings were densely recorded on it.

The blank Taishi Dao Ji quietly surrounded the jade talisman.

And in all the corners of the periphery.

It was crowded with all kinds of Taoist meanings.

The Fierce Demon Birds, the Burning Flame Divine Crow, the Beast Giant Lin, the King of a Hundred Mountains, and the Transformed Spirit Worm are innumerable.

Zhang Jing's gaze swept over these Dao meanings one by one.

Then he looked directly at the blank Taishi Daoji.

He could feel that there was a faint connection between these Dao Meanings and Dao Ji, and in a trance, it actually gave people a sense of urgency that the milk swallow wanted to return to its nest.

This moment.

Zhang Jing was inexplicably moved.

Why don't you smelt many Dao Intents into the Primordial Dao Foundation right now?

When he stepped into the Jindan realm, he was able to condense and breed the innate primordial immortal light supernatural power, which was already very remarkable.

Even in a giant like Taiyi Xianmen.

In the foundation building realm, there are only a handful of people who can come to this point.

why not

And yet the next moment.

Seems to realize something.

Zhang Jing's mind suddenly came to his senses.

"Is this the Yantian? Just by the gathering of all kinds of Dao Intentions and Dao Fundamentals, there is a faint tendency to spontaneously yearn for cohesion. I really don't know what kind of existence was there to create such a path in the first place. ”

He was amazed

After some time.

Thoughts return to calm.

Zhang Jing looked at the thirty-six meanings again and couldn't help but think.

"Thirty-six kinds of Dao meanings seem to be complicated and chaotic, disorderly and chaotic, but in fact, there is a lot of things inside! Among them, there are not only yin and yang universe, but also the five elements of gossip, as well as earth, fire, feng shui, and the four spirits and four elephants! What happens if these senses are fused in these order? ”

The jade talisman suddenly burst into brilliance.

All kinds of Taoist meanings are integrated in an orderly manner.

The Tao and reason of the Taiyin Dragon Jiao Daoyi began to permeate Zhang Jing's heart, and immediately appeared in the Mud Pill Palace, directly intertwined with the Jinyang Chiwu Daoyi.

Based on yin and yang.

Other Taoist meanings slowly melted into it

I don't know how long it has been.

Many of the original Dao intentions disappeared, and were replaced by a gray aura.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but look at the jade talisman.

【Innate Yuan Chu Immortal Light (Pseudo)】

See the moment clearly.

His gaze froze.

What is this?

With the function of fusing Dao meaning with the jade talisman, he actually condensed the innate primordial immortal light that should have been conceived in the Yan World by a golden pill realm in advance.

Not right either!

Zhang Jing suddenly noticed the big 'pseudo' word at the back.

"Maybe the true Innate Yuan Primal Immortal Light is not only related to the thirty-six Dao Meanings, but also related to the Taishi Dao Foundation."

He was thoughtful.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I will really condense the innate primordial immortal light today.

For the jade talisman to be able to do this kind of -

Zhang Jing was not surprised at all.

The Primordial Realm certainly contains the terrifying legal principles of the first birth of the world and the rebirth of the Great Dao.

But the mysterious jade talisman also has the function of the evolution of all realms, and it is even stronger and more perverted than that from the Origin Realm.

Think about it this way.

With the help of the jade talisman, he pinched the thirty-six kinds of Dao meanings into a pseudo-version of the innate Yuan Chu Immortal Light, which seemed very reasonable.

Thoughts come back to reality.

Zhang Jing opened his eyes suddenly, and a hint of excitement and anticipation flashed on his face.

The next moment.

I saw him wave lightly with one hand.

A gray fairy light suddenly appeared, and then brushed forward with Zhang Jing's mind.

Suddenly.

Where the immortal light passed, it left a faint void crack.

Deep and dark, with a terrifying aura that devours all things.

And at the edge of the pitch-black rift, a faint breath of earth, fire, feng shui, was faintly derived, firmly preventing the healing of the void.