Zhu An retracted his thoughts and let the two little ones run around in the mountains, looking for their favorite place to make a nest.

Beishan has been blocked by him for 10,000 years, and the aura in the mountain is almost zero, and the spirit flowers and grass cannot grow naturally, and it has become a deserted place in the minds of the demon clan.

Nowadays, the people living in the mountains are all ordinary birds and animals.

As soon as the two demon clans of Marumaru and Hongyun came, they stood out from the crowd, and they were majestic along the way, and everywhere they went, the beasts avoided one after another.

Hongyun was very low-key, cautiously looking around, guessing where Beishan Zhizhu lived, and wanted to choose a place to live closer to Zhu'an.

Marimaru was very excited, striding forward with a white little belly, and his spirit was vivid, as if he had returned to the days of being the king and hegemon in Qishan.

As soon as it was in the mood, it shouted at the birds and beasts:

"Listen, I'm the king of iron, pills, you bring the delicious food, and I'll cover you!"

"Squeak, squeak!" In the treetops, a big-tailed chestnut squirrel poked its head out and looked at the panda pill with its teeth and claws dancing below.

The cheeks on both sides of the squirrel bulged, and he was a little angry.

It couldn't understand the demon language, and it couldn't understand what level of existence the big demon was, but it clearly remembered that the bamboo of the North Mountain had touched its head.

Now a strange beast has broken into the North Mountain, with an arrogant attitude, shouting, it thinks that it should do something for the bamboo of the North Mountain.

The Chestnut Squirrel stretched out two small paws, slowly lifted a dry and hard pine cone, and aimed it at Panda Marimaru.

"Whoa!"

Pine Cone is thrown out and hits Marimaru's head.

"Who's smashing me?" Marimaru was excited, and when he looked up at this little squirrel, he was so angry that he choked.

"You dare, you're the first squirrel who dares to provoke me, come, come down, let's compare!"

The Chestnut Squirrel grimaced at it, then turned and ran, jumping between the treetops.

Marimaru just wanted to chase after him, but suddenly there was a mountain breeze that flowed like a stream flowing into the room.

The branches and leaves of the forest were blown by the wind, rubbing against each other, and converging into a clear sound:

"Don't be too naughty. Hongyun, I'm in retreat during this time, and you look at the pills. ”

Hongyun immediately bowed down and said obediently, "Obey your orders." ”

After that, he glanced at the panda next to him happily, with the support of the bamboo of the North Mountain, no one has to be afraid now!

Marimaru was very surprised, and kept looking left and right, as if looking for something.

It was keenly aware that Zhu An's words were not the previous phantom transmission, but the sound of real existence in reality, as if the whole forest was opening its mouth to speak.

What kind of means is this?

……

In the depths of the mountain, the sound of water is murmuring, and the stream is full of peach blossoms.

In the mist, there is a faint bamboo shadow, which is the body of Zhu'an.

Ever since he realized it yesterday, he had been in retreat, and he had only set aside a divine thought to deal with the matter of Panda Marimaru.

Now that this divine thought has also returned to his soul, he has devoted himself wholeheartedly to deep meditation and tried to break through the limit.

The memories of the two lives are surging in the mind, and countless experiences are like flickering lights and dimming, passing away in the sea of knowledge.

The innocent and cute chestnut squirrel on the mountain, the white-haired old village chief at the bottom of the mountain, the ancestor of the iron-eating clan who loved bamboo tube wine the most three thousand years ago, and the panda pill who wants to grow up three thousand years later......

Life is practice, and every life that Zhu An knows has brought him different perceptions.

The realm of refining gods is also sublimated in perception.

In the sea of consciousness, his divine soul was originally solid, but at this moment, it became agile and nothing, like a cloud slowly spreading out, divided into two, two into four, and four into eight......

In reality, the mist by the stream is thick, like a soft white curtain, wrapping Zhu An's slender figure in a circle, and the fog is as heavy as morning dew, wetting the emerald green leaves.

Whoa...... The stream began to stir, and the water splashed one after another, like strings of broken jade beads.

Instead of falling, these crystal clear jade beads were suspended in mid-air and began to change shape.

Every drop of water turns into a tiny piece of bamboo.

Grow, flourish, wither, regenerate...... These "water bamboos" seem to have their own lives and continue to evolve on their own.

Finally, consciousness arises.

When there is rain, they rejoice; When there is wind, they are excited; When there is fog, they are silent.

Every bamboo is a blessing, and memory and mind are interconnected; But they are independent of each other, growing separately, like a complete life.

This is the important realm of the way of refining the gods-distraction.

The separation of gods and souls is thousands.

A thousand years ago, Zhu An had his first glimpse of this realm, but he could only separate a few souls, and the number was limited, but the burden on the spirit was very heavy.

So when he went to Qishan to pick up the pills, the method he used was still to drive a divine thought.

Divine thoughts are no better than divine souls, they cannot exist independently for a long time, and the distance from the main body cannot be too far, once they encounter a battle, they will be exhausted if they can't hold on for long.

From Beishan to Qishan, a distance of 800 miles, Zhu An'an relies on the profound foundation of thousands of years of cultivation to drive the divine thoughts so far.

Panda Pill Pill majored in the physical body, and did not understand other ways of cultivation, and thought that this was just the exclusive method of plant essence, and he didn't realize how difficult it was to cast a spell eight hundred miles away.

It can't imagine how much of a sensation it would have caused if it had been known to the outside world......

Now that Zhu'an has broken through the realm, it can be called a small distraction, and he can easily separate thousands of divine souls, acting independently of the ontology, and is a hundred times stronger than the previous method of driving divine thoughts.

Although it was only a small ascension, it benefited him immensely.

See Flag Mountain? It's a little thing like that, and there's so much more he can do.

"Good, good." Zhu An shook his body full of branches and leaves, and his mood was extremely happy.

In his more than 10,000 years of life, most of the time it was a boring and boring cultivation life, repeated every day, such a good day to celebrate.

However, even if his cultivation was improved, he still had no plans to go out of the mountain.

The body stays in Kitayama, which is the safest. Split Souls can be sent out to complete his various arrangements.

The decision has been made, Zhu An recondensed his soul and began to stabilize the realm.

The sun and the moon turned, and before I knew it, three days and three nights had passed.

That morning, Marimaru and Red Cloud climbed a peak breathlessly, and looked out into the distance, taking in the entire North Mountain.

The mountains are full of greenery, and Vientiane is full of life.

"We've walked around here, and we've seen a lot of ordinary bamboo, but where are the fine bamboos?"

Marimaru had big dark circles under his eyes, a little tired, but he couldn't help but be curious, he had to see with his own eyes what that mysterious bamboo looked like.

"You're not going to hide secretly, are you? Afraid of being eaten by me? It muttered a few words, and then shouted to the mountain:

"Don't worry, Beishan Zhizhu, you helped me, I won't eat you - but don't owe you the high-grade bamboo leaves you promised, and tell that squirrel to stop harassing me!"

Red Fox Hongyun was also at a loss, recalling the first time he "saw" the bamboo of Beishan in the woods, and began to wonder if it was a hallucination - it had turned over the forest in the past two days, but it didn't find even a single bamboo leaf.

Where is the bamboo of the North Mountain?

"Look, what's that?" Marimaru suddenly exclaimed.

Red Cloud turned his head to look.

A faint mist drifted over the stream in the distance, and the bright sunlight of the early morning sprinkled down, and the colorful rainbow was transformed in the fog.

The rainbow is rendered, the waves are flowing, and the transparent arrows and bamboos are faintly revealed, swaying up, gathering into a large bamboo forest that seems to be virtual and real, surrounded by a blurred blue shadow in the middle.

The blue shadow is bathed in the colorful rainbow glow, and it disappears in an instant.

The bamboo forest was also shattered suddenly, turning into water droplets falling from the sky, leaving only a blurry and brilliant light and mist, which did not disperse in mid-air.

Marimaru and Hongyun sat side by side on the mountain, looking at this fairyland-like scene, their eyes were blurred, and they were already stupid.

"Is this the bamboo of the North Mountain?"