Between January, time, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, weather, metal, wood, water, fire, the ten ancestral witch halls are all opened.

Shiji entered the temple to learn literary mantras, went out of the hall to participate in literary mantras, read mantras day and night, sat and walked, the text did not leave the hand, the mantra did not leave the mouth, the heart only the mantra only the text, and I forgot the things.

Life is completely filled with witchcraft and witchcraft, and nothing else.

......

Today is the day when the Dijiang Palace is scheduled to open, and the great witch Kuafu stood outside the Dijiang Department early in the morning and waited for Shiji.

A green shadow suddenly came from the left and right, and its behavior was extremely treacherous, twisted and broken, which was very contrary to common sense.

Father Kua frowned.

Text!

Father Kua said from afar: "Piano Master, your witch writing is not proper!"

Shi Ji, who was chattering with a god, raised his head when he heard this, "Wrong?"

Kuafu nodded: "It's not proper." ”

"What's wrong?"

"You have less reverence for Wu Wen!" said Kuafu's eyebrows.

Shi Ji was silent and said, "Maybe you're right. ”

Kuafu's eyebrows condensed again, and his tone was more subdued: "Not maybe." ”

Ishiji didn't speak.

Kuafu turned around, Shi Ji followed, no one spoke again, and the words were not speculative for more than half a sentence.

......

Dijiang Palace, the whole body is white, spotless, in sharp contrast with the decay and old of the Jiuyin Palace, it is brand new as ever, clean as washing, white marble-like stone steps, bright and visible, the foot is buzzing, and the echo is heavy.

Shi Ji followed Kua Fu to climb the twelfth step, not to mention laborious, nor can it be said to be easy, every step is unknown, each step is an unknown space, one step of the sky, one step of the earth, one step of the mountain, one step of the abyss, one step of life, one step of death, one step of the sea of flowers, one step of the mouth of the beast...... The unknown is always daunting.

Ascending the twelve steps, it is as if you are outside the twelve heavens.

The door of the temple opened, Shi Ji stepped in, and went away at great speed, she became smaller, her legs became shorter, and she knew that it was not her who became smaller, but the heavens and the earth that became bigger.

"Hey ......"

Shi Ji hesitated for a moment and shouted loudly.

"Hey ......"

A faint echo.

"Hey ......"

"Hey ......"

She shouted again in each of the four directions, four echoes, and she chose one direction, starting, running, and running.

Kuafu raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect her to make a decision so quickly.

He watched quietly, watching her run, a life as small as a grain of sand rolling and running in one direction.

"Quick...... Fast...... ...... faster."

Shi Ji's little short legs are about to become afterimages, and they are still not enough.

"Quick...... ...... faster."

Her speed outpaced the wind, still not enough.

"Quick...... ...... faster."

Her whole body burned, catching up with the light, but it was still not enough.

"Quick...... Faster...... Not fast enough......"

She was about to catch up, a Wen was in front of her, running so fast, she broke through the limit again and again, approaching again and again.

Finally, she saw it and caught it.

A complicated witch text.

"The more. ”

The space vibrates, a sound that is far and near.

"Yue!"

Shi Ji reads along, and his heart and hand are the same book.

The trajectories are sealed, and the spells are combined.

Body, mind, mantra, and text, Tongyue, Shi Ji crossed the space step by step and came to a light mirror.

The mirror is bright, but it can't reflect people, Shi Ji feels something, step in, through the world of light mirrors, the world of light mirrors is composed of countless independent spaces, the first space Shi Ji enters, is the space of the wind, the wind of various speeds, light, fast, slow, urgent...... Impermanent changes, she regained her 'speed'.

The second space is a colored and colorless space, the tones go from nothing to something, from light to dark, and she learns a 'degree'.

The third space is a crazy space, time and space are out of order, and she realizes a 'chaos'.

......

A space performs a spell, and she finds it one by one, learning it one by one.

She walked through all the spaces, and the moment she stepped out of the last space, she saw a world, a world of countless spaces, a world where countless witches and witches intersected.

"Jiang. ”

All currents return to the source.

She recited this familiar ancestral witch script in handwriting.

In an instant, space is united and divided.

Shi Ji felt that she had become bigger, infinitely larger, the space had shrunk infinitely, each space had become a three-dimensional video screen, and countless screens were presented in front of her eyes at the same time, just to please her, she was high, she seemed to have become the creator who created it all, and she looked at it all from the perspective of God.

She even had thoughts of destruction.

Spaces shattered, and a world was destroyed before her eyes.

A cold Dawen appeared.

"Emperor. ”

The power is in hand, and life and death are a thought.

"Emperor!"

......

Shi Ji walked out of the Dijiang Palace, and an old man was waiting for her at the bottom of the steps.

She was not too surprised, because she had a bad feeling when she woke up this morning, so she went to the meeting alone and came alone.

Shi Ji slowly walked down the stone steps, but Kuafu didn't come down, he stood on the white jade platform, looking at it expressionlessly, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"Senior!" Ishiji saluted.

Fuji Lao stared at Shi Ji coldly, his shriveled lips opened lightly, and his throat rubbed: "Give me back my palm prints." ”

Shi Ji was silent for a moment and said, "It's not enough." ”

Fuji Lao's eyes showed a cold light, "What do you mean?"

"Senior, the palm print is gone. ”

"Gone?" Fuji Lao sneered, "I think it's you who have done it!"

Shi Ji frowned, "Senior, how did your palm print get into the hands of the juniors, the seniors won't forget it, right?"

"What do you mean!" Fuji Lao's voice was cold octave.

"Let's gamble on a game!" Shi Ji said lightly.

"Gambling and fighting, fighting for what?" Teng Lao's whole body tensed.

Shi Ji said lightly: "Combat skills, we have compared, the predecessors are not good at it; strength, my physical body is comparable to the great witch, slightly better than the predecessors; mana, you live, I die, I restrain the seniors, if you add the sound of the piano, I am afraid of accidentally hurting the lives of the seniors;

Every time Shi Ji said a word, the old vine's face was black for a while, and after four sentences, the old face of the old vine like dead bark was completely black.

"Okay!

Fuji Lao's teeth rattled, as if he was biting the bones of Shiji in his mouth.

Shiji's jaw is headed, his fingers move slightly, a little white light comes out of the eyebrows, the white light is like a waterfall, the white clothes of the light quality Yuan Shen are fluttering, the long hair is flying, the fingers are like arrows, and the waterfall is rushing.

"It's good to come!"

Fuji Lao roared.

The old man lost his mind, a little green light came out of his eyebrows, the green glow supported half of the sky, and the old man in a light green robe had all his hair, and his palm was a knife, and he slashed coldly and ruthlessly towards the white-clothed primordial god.

Swords and arrows are facing each other, the light flow is hedged, silent, there seems to be an electric thunderbolt cracking the sky, the original gods are close to each other, the white light and green light are a line, the heaven and the earth are divided, either the white waterfall pushes through the green glow, or the green glow pushes through the white waterfall.

Whether it is a white waterfall or a green glow, it is the light of the original god.

The primordial gods, the three souls gather, the seven spirits return, is the pure spiritual quality of the sublimation of the three souls and the seven spirits, is a kind of light quality between the virtual and the real, the primordial god sits in the hallway, can not leave the body for a long time, otherwise, the primordial spirit has the danger of dissipating and re-decomposing into the three souls and seven spirits, once the primordial spirit is decomposed, the three souls and seven spirits have nowhere to return, it is the time of reincarnation.

The light of the primordial god is the spiritual energy generated by the true information intercepted by the spirituality of the primordial god in the process of exchanging information with heaven and earth, which comes from the cognition of all things in heaven and earth, which is formless and qualitative, and extremely precious.

In the final analysis, it is also a competition for the Taoist's correct cognition of heaven and earth, and the understanding of the Tao, which is simpler, that is, deeper than the Tao.

Whether it's true or not, you can know it by comparison, this kind of competition is very dangerous, once the light of the original god is exhausted, the original god will become a lamb to be slaughtered, the original god will be decomposed, and the soul of the god will be destroyed in the thought of others.

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