"Less white ......"

"Li Shaobai ......"

In the quiet room, the deep words sounded in the ears of the white-clothed master, making him frown faintly.

He knew that this voice came from the distant ancestor in the depths of his bloodline, trying to guide him to inherit his own path, as if as long as he was willing to walk on this path that symbolized the astronomical veins of Taihao, he would be able to cross the half-step hole and reach the same realm as the Demon King, the Immortal Tang Holy Monarch and other Ming Su.

Yet he hesitated.

If you want to step into the hole, you must weave the Tao you have understood into a road under your feet, and elevate the essence of the self.

But from childhood to adulthood, fighting swords and drinking, meeting each other, tying horses and weeping willows, and not showing such a peaceful and peaceful charm, how can this avenue that belongs to itself alone be formed, and the legacy of the ancestors appeared?

He jumped out since he was a child, and the way he understood was also biased towards freehand leisure, in the process of weaving this avenue, he thought that it was also the foundation of the sword, and the free and easy charm was then climbed up, although the text and the road were there, but it would not be noisy - but now, this brilliant holy road that surged up from the blood was not only on the backbone of his sword, but also seemed to slowly swallow the sword.

Li Shaobai couldn't see anything unusual, this kind of situation like a revival of his blood was a good thing to help him cultivate to a great advancement, and it was full of the majestic righteousness of the origin of literature and Taoism, which not only had no effect on his soul and body, but was sublimating his essence imperceptibly.

But...... He always felt that something was wrong, he clearly practiced the exercises of self-realization, and he didn't even practice the Daoguo Heavenly Gong left by his ancestors in Chang'an School, so why did he have to embark on such an avenue?

Ever since the retreat broke, he has been holding down the speed, not only because he was worried about his greed for merit, but also because he felt the growth of this breath.

"It is true that the ancestor is a Dao Fruit Immortal who has been cultivated and ascended for thousands of years, but if I take the old path, how can I break free from his barrier?"

Li Shaobai looked inwardly at his own heart lake, where the Tao and the cultivation of the Tao that belonged to him were intertwined, and he tried his best to keep out the fragments of the avenue that came from the Wendao in his blood, condensing it into the prototype of a avenue.

That avenue is like a sword, only from his own heart, it is purely from the power of divine will, Li Shaobai is taking the path of sword cultivation, his mind and thoughts are becoming more and more pure, and the power of the sword in his hand is becoming more and more powerful, as long as this avenue is cultivated by him, he can be regarded as truly stepping into the realm of chaos by himself.

"Less white ......"

"Li Shaobai ......"

The peaceful Dao voice in the depths of the bloodline still didn't give up, and still followed the good temptation, feeling the powerful origin, and the avenue like a smooth road, Li Shaobai was even a little shaken-

Judging from the true meaning contained in it, if he used this Wendao as the base to spread out his own Mixed Cave Dao, there would be no problem in attaining a near-immortal within a thousand years.

"Ancestor...... Don't blindly tempt me here, if it weren't for the fact that my cultivation was not stable in the slightest, I would almost think that this was a demon. ”

Li Shaobai sank into his heart and said with some bitterness-

"Shaobai, I haven't been a scholar since I was a child, so you'd better ask for another master!"

Li Shaobai's desire in his heart was constantly aroused, if it weren't for his practice of swordsmanship, his soul and thoughts would have grown stronger, and he could resist with his will, I am afraid that he would have been carried away by the pie that fell from the sky.

He gritted his teeth, and finally made a difficult decision in his heart - if he wanted to resist the temptation, in addition to self-restraint, there was naturally another way.

He Li Shaobai thought to himself that he was not a person who could restrain himself, so he could only find another way to get rid of this temptation from the root!

Li Shaobai didn't know if this would affect his cultivation, but he had no other choice at the moment.

The white-clothed master carried the rudimentary sword avenue in the heart lake, trying to wipe out the fragments that originated from the bloodline and seemed to represent a vein of the Dao Dao.

As soon as the sword light in the heart lake lit up, the sword intent that was originally only used to resist began to wear down those righteous and peaceful avenues, and Li Shaobai's heart lake seemed to have turned into a sword realm with sword qi at this moment, impermeable, as if he wanted to strangle the wisps of Wendao imprint in the depths of his blood.

The fragments of Wendao were naturally unwilling to be annihilated in this way, and naturally resisted with all their might, and the sacred and humane aura swayed, as if they wanted to drill straight into Li Shaobai's heart lake and forcibly occupy the magpie's nest.

"Less white ......"

The voice of the ancestors was endless, and it was a little vague and distorted because of the dispute between the guest and the host.

Li Shaobai's face sank, and the sword light moved again, intending to strangle this rampant avenue in one fell swoop.

If Xu Jianshan or Wang Xuan were present, they would simply refute him - this is simply crazy, don't put the ready-made big benefits, you have to go on a road that no one has walked, maybe there is still a cliff ahead!

After all, it is only a remnant in the bloodline, after all, it can't stop him from cultivating a major repair that is full of holes and voids, and soon these fragments of the Great Dao will be swept away by the sword light, and Li Shaobai's cultivation aura that was about to reach the half-step mixed hole began to become unstable, as if he was about to fall into the realm.

"Huh?"

Originally, he wanted to cut off this avenue, so he had to give up this opportunity to break into the chaos hole and even fall into the realm, but now he found that the original shaky cultivation was unreasonably stable, as if cutting off the fragments of the avenue in the bloodline had no effect on his cultivation.

Even when his realm was about to fall, even the fragments of the Wendao that were constantly infecting his heart lake and wanted to achieve the great avenue under his feet gave up resistance, and let the rudimentary form of the sword path in the heart lake wear itself down, as if he was afraid that his cultivation would regress.

Li Shaobai was overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly urged the prototype of the avenue in the heart lake to completely wipe out the origin of the Wendao, and the entire heart lake was calmed, and there were no traces of the origin of the Wendao, only the freehand sword intent avenue circulated in the heart lake, condensing into an increasingly obvious sword light-

He even felt that by giving up the ancestor's literary path, the speed of his cultivation became faster and faster, and even within a few days, he would be able to break through the realm. Li Shaobai attributed it to the sublimation of his state of mind after realizing his own path.

"My sword, it's good, it's good, but I always feel like there's something missing. ”

Li Shaobai was quite happy because he had not fallen into the realm, and began to savor the avenue he was about to build.

"It's a little strange that I didn't fall into the realm, could it be that I want to fork in, this avenue fragment is just a certain choice given by the ancestors to the descendants......?

Li Shaobai recalled that when he was fighting for the heart lake before, the somewhat distorted Taoist voice, although it still carried the middle of the context, but it seemed to be a little more treacherous.

"What kind of charter is this thing in the blood passed down from the ancestors?"