Many people stared at the Luzi at the foot of the Yin Mountain, but the people in the Luzi still didn't know it.

Li Shaobai was still sitting on the futon peacefully, his mind sinking into the lake of his heart, intending to break through the realm, and the Tao he had realized was intertwined uninterruptedly.

If it is said that it is a thin thread, then what Li Shaobai has to do is the same as threading a needle, and it must be interspersed from under his feet to make a silk of the avenue.

This is not much water grinding kung fu, he only feels inexplicably handy, and has always been in the realm of enlightenment with heaven and man - if it weren't for the forbidden place around the forbidden place of immortals such as Beiyin Mountain, I'm afraid that there would have already been a manifestation of the vision of heaven and earth, congratulating a half-step mixed cave on the imminent birth.

It was also on this day that he suddenly had a whim, and the sword light in the heart lake was bright, illuminating his soul for a while, and it became more and more condensed.

"The time has come. ”

The white-clothed master pinched the seal in his hand, and during the operation of the heavens, the surrounding void faintly showed signs of instability, and there was a slight sense of distortion—this was a sign that his physical body and divine soul were about to ascend out of the middle heaven and reach the outer heaven between him and the immortal god's abode.

The Dao was more and more densely intertwined, the Dao was more and more perfect, and the sword light appeared on Li Shaobai's Daoji, and it was being trampled under the feet of the Chang Geng Immortal Monarch.

However, what made him frown was that although this sword was sharp and unmatched, it lacked some accumulation of meaning after all, which made him feel a little unbeautiful.

Li Shaobai thinks that in addition to his cultivation and age, these bluffers who are known as the Folding Willow Sword Immortal and the Sword God of the East China Sea are actually not far behind him in terms of kendo implications.

If he breaks through hastily now and owes polishing, I am afraid that he will only end up in the world, and he will only stay on the list for the rest of his life, and if he has some luck, he may be able to mix in the realm of a saint, but that is not what he wants after all.

He has raised this sword for three hundred years, and he has only raised this sword for three hundred years, and all his sword-style sword qi sword duels are all based on this sword.

If he breaks through at this moment, this sword can certainly make the Cangjiang River break off, can fight against the chaos, can smash the void of the dome, and can kill many grievances......

But he couldn't cut the Yellow Spring Back Yin Mountain, and he also lost the possibility of killing the Yellow Spring Back Yin Mountain.

What exists in the back yin mountain is a great terror comparable to that of an immortal god, and this sword is just a seed, but if this kind of seed can't grow into a big tree comparable to the Dao fruit, then this white-clothed swordsman who sits on a frown will lose the meaning of holding the sword.

Most of his relatives and friends left one after another because of the Yin Mountain, and for the saints of the older generation in Chang'an Juku, this mountain was not only pressed on the Tahoe Sky, but also on their hearts.

Yan Shenghou has a sense of shame, just because the mountain lives in the "magic shell" of their ancestors. It is based on Li Shaobai's father and grandfather...... All of them buried themselves on the mountain at the time of the limit, just to remove the insignificant few stones in the backshade mountain.

"That's it......"

Li Shaobai saw that although the time had come, he was not satisfied with the polishing no matter what, and he sighed after all.

"Great Dao, Great Dao, if you can't take me straight into the green clouds, and then shave off that thousand-year-old pickled thing, what's the point?"

This amazingly talented young Yasheng finally decided to stop, for the first time in three hundred years, he could not break through the realm, and it was also the first time that he considered all kinds of things and decided to give up on his own.

"I have to go to Zhongtian to take a look, I have shrunk in Chang'an recently and no longer move, and the speed of raising the sword has naturally slowed down.

Qinghe boy is afraid that he should also go out of school to Zhongtian to experience, and I happen to protect him openly and secretly......"

Originally, Li Shaobai thought together, and the sword light under the feet of Chang Geng Immortal Monarch was about to turn into fiction, and finally scattered on the heart lake, turning into a Dao and waiting to be cultivated, waiting to give birth to the seeds of the Dao Fruit, and then doing something to break the realm, it was a matter of course.

But Li Shaobai's word "Protecting the Dao" had not yet been fully revealed, under his horrified gaze, the fragments of the Great Dao that were bred in the bloodline began to surge violently, and the Righteous Dao of the Cultural Context that had tried to forcibly occupy the position of his Great Dao was not killed by his sword light, but hidden, waiting for the opportunity to move, as if there was a living thing deliberately controlling it.

The fragments of the avenue were constantly intertwined and reorganized, although it was full of the majestic aura of humanity, but it reminded Li Shaobai of the dense maggots that were constantly gnawing and occupying his heart, and some irreversible changes were happening in him.

"Back to the Shadow Mountain ......"

Li Shaobai immediately thought of this abnormal source, he should have thought of it earlier, but when he broke through the realm, his mind sank into the heart lake, which made his mind in a semi-silent state.

The avenue under the feet of Chang Gung Immortal Jun was forcibly woven again, but this time, the magnificent meaning of Wendao dyed his Dao foundation golden, and there seemed to be many Wendao saints chanting in the heart lake, and the dotted avenues converged to pile up Li Shaobai's cultivation.

At this point, the opportunity did not give him room to react, even if the sword light in the heart lake was transported, it would not be able to extinguish the magnificent avenue of cultural context - that avenue had already taken shape, far more powerful than the sword qi that was actively dispersed by Li Shaobai.

"Boom ......"

The thunderstorm on the back of the mountain rolled more and more violently, as if something terrible was going to be born - but few people cared about the change in the charm of this surge, and for ten years, this level of struggle and surge has almost become the norm once a month.

With the weaving of Li Shaobai's own avenue, the suppressed vision between heaven and earth was instantly difficult to suppress, and the Wendao aura gathered in Chang'an School was almost condensed into substance, dyeing the entire Tahao Sky a golden yellow.

Standing under the heavenly dome, the Chang Geng Immortal Monarch Law that was almost as high as the Fourteen Peaks was revealed, stepping on the avenue of condensing a scroll, gentle and elegant, no longer so sharp and casual.

Although he holds a sword in his hand, he looks like a rigid clay sculpture, and his body is intertwined with indisobedient rules and principles, as if what he represents is the right path between heaven and earth.

It's not so much the law of Chang Gung Immortal, but if you put it in the Temple of Literature, no one will think that this is actually a law face raised by a sword immortal.

"Less white ......"

"Shaobai has broken the level. ”

The people who were watching the movement of this place raised their heads in unison, and even more immediately stood up with the rainbow flying, intending to investigate.

Many saints who didn't know what to do were also surprised—Li Shaobai had never practiced the "Heavenly Questionnaire" in Chang'an Juku, but the familiar cultural atmosphere in the avenue under his feet was very strong...... On the contrary, it is sharp, sharp, and unrestrained, and it completely dissipates and disappears without a trace.

Under the backshade mountain, Zhang Qing and Huo Ran, who were originally there with the old gods, stood up......