"Good!" Zhang Yan agreed, and Edgeworth sped up, following the two of them through the hole in the waterfall.

The water splashed and the white mist was vast.

Taking advantage of the true yuan emanating from the yellow sword, he forced the approaching water flow to protect Zhang Yan's body from getting wet.

Falling from the sky, the majestic water with a drop of more than 100 zhang hit the reddish aperture in the gold, and the sword light pressure was heavy, and it sank down suddenly.

He increases the true element output and stabilizes the flight attitude.

Soon, less than a hundred feet forward, his body suddenly lightened. The eyes were bright white, and the flying sword flew up uncontrollably, leaping high into the sky.

Three cranes chirped through the heavens and the earth, and a line of red-crowned cranes with snow-white bodies and black feathers growing only on their wings and tails fluttered with big wings, flying out of the deep valley surrounded by clouds, and soared around the high emerald green peaks.

Clear water and green mountains, Hongguang Road.

Seven-colored rainbows are both real and illusory, hanging between the clouds and mist.

A huge stone bridge flew across the air.

Piercing through the range of water mist, there was a shock around the body. I have never seen it before in my life, and an incomparably rich aura and demonic aura are rushing to my face. This "life" does not refer to Qinyang from the earth, including the original memory of Zhang Yan of the Mountain, the secret realm of the Mountain, and even the friendly sects visited, Shuiyun Mountain and Yangxian Pavilion Ancestral Court, which do not have such a strong aura.

It's a pity that such a rich aura is mixed with the same thick demonic energy, which is deeply entangled. For ordinary cultivators, the environment here is no longer a problem that affects the combat effectiveness of cultivation. Except for the demon cultivators, if everyone else stays for a long time, they will be eroded by the demonic qi, and their lives will be in question.

"I'm going! Is this still inside the Poisonous Dragon Stream?" Looking at the transformation of space in front of him, and the scene of another heaven and earth, Zhang Yan had doubts in his heart.

"Senior Brother Zhang, keep up!"

Wang Shiyuan and Su Yun, who led the way in front, had already landed on the huge stone beam that was in the air. Zhang Yan took control of Chenghuang and hurriedly followed.

Leaning over, his feet shook slightly, and he landed on the stone bridge.

The two maids in long skirts and black yarn, with palace buns and sideburns, swayed, and greeted them with a smile: "Wang Gongzi, Miss Su, do you want to try again?"

"This is my junior brother, Zhang Yan, the contemporary chief disciple of the Shan Sect. Wang Shiyuan said "haha" twice: "Don't look at it, it's not a descendant of this family, Senior Brother Zhang's talent endowment may not be slightly weaker than my senior brother." As for the two of us, of course, we still have to try, but it mainly depends on Senior Brother Zhang. ”

"Then I wish you all the best of luck. The maid smiled slightly, and said with a flick of her sleeves: "The three of you come here with me." ”

"Damn!

The assistant system kept flashing alarms, and the mantras of not being civilized in Zhang Yan's heart appeared one after another. The two maids in black gauze dresses who led the way in front of them showed on the virtual screen that they were all high-level cultivators of Judan, and they were not much different from the cheap master Yun Linzi of the head of the mountain.

The stone beam that crossed the sky, stepped on it, and only then did you see that the area on the top of the stone beam was quite large. In addition to the two black gauze maids, there were still twenty or thirty cultivators who either meditated with their eyes closed, or meditated, and many of them were familiar faces of Zhang Yan.

The evil ghost scholar Lu Yuanfang, the first Nan of the Killing Toutuo, and the other five people in the Seven Murders of Yangxi Island, as well as Song Shangzhi, the sword of benevolence and righteousness, are among them.

Among the people who came in with him, when he sacrificed and improved, and re-cultivated the twelfth-layer "Shan Dao Jue Reform", he had already touched this place.

Everyone had a half-page cheatbook in their hands, their heads were annoyed, and they didn't care about paying attention to the newcomers.

"Hahahaha!" A wild laugh suddenly sounded on the stone beam, and a middle-aged swordsman with long hair under his chin stood up and stopped in front of the two maids, waving his hand to release a fierce sword light.

The light is bright and colorful, the sword style is fierce and impermanent, full of murderous intentions, and the style of the Demon Cult that rebels against the sky.

"Can the two girls make this sword back when they see me?"

The two maids glanced at each other, and the woman who had answered Wang Shiyuan before said: "Mr. Wupeng's wonderful sword style must be beneficial to the collection of books in the gorge, please!"

The long-haired swordsman laughed loudly when he heard this, and a little crazy Edgeworth flew away.

"Mr. Shang Sixuan Wupeng, junior brother, when the time comes for you to heal, you will enter the stream with me and Senior Brother Situ, and Senior Brother Situ has never seen him before. It was on this stone beam from before I left, and now ......."

Wang Shiyuan shook his head slightly, and Zhang Yan also shook his head slightly.

Although the person before successfully entered the Xiaotianji Gorge, the black qi in his eyebrows rose, and his style of action was full of madness, and he was obviously deeply impregnated by the demonic qi. After that, the best ending, that is, to switch to the cultivation of the Demon Dao Exercises, maybe you will be confused and become a crazy madman.

According to his cultivation, it would not have been like this. It's just that he has been surrounded by rich demonic qi for a long time, and what he has studied and comprehended with his heart is the remnants from the Demon Sect. Unconsciously immerse your mind and let go of your vigilance, you will be eroded by demonic energy.

"If you want to comprehend the fragments from the Demon Sect, your mind must be unconsciously biased towards the Demon Sect's practice state of mind, and I have to be careful!"

Seeing Mr. Upeng successfully enter the Little Tianji Gorge, people with insufficient eyesight could not see that his mind had been eroded, and there was only envy in his eyes.

There was a stir on the stone beam.

The eldest of the seven murderers on Yangxi Island, the human slaughter Wei Junli couldn't bear it at first, and scolded angrily: "What kind of bird scripture to comprehend! Lao Tzu is going to Tianji Gorge to find a suitable exercise, and the two monsters are not happy to quickly offer the magic skills of the Demon Sect, and what kind of test will they do! I don't believe that the two girls can stop Lao Tzu!"

As he spoke, he brandished the skinning knife and jumped up.

Four of the seven fierce people, including Salan Feikey Sun Liuhua and King Black Vajra, as well as the rest of the monks who were out of control, jumped up and rushed towards the two guarded maids with great momentum.

The maid, who had never spoken, stepped forward to meet everyone, waving her wide sleeves and whirling with black yarn.

In the graceful dance with the wind, screams again and again. Seven or eight big men flew high, were thrown out of the stone beam, fell down, and disappeared into the clouds and mist under the stone beam in a short time, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

The seven Divine Light Monks were casually sent away by the famous maid, and Zhang Yan's eyelids jumped slightly.

"Can't wait, don't you want to follow the rules?"

The Wusha maid asked coldly.

The corners of Killing Toutuo's eyes moved slightly, and he was pulled by Lu Yuanfang's hand. The rest, as if they hadn't seen it, raised their heads at most, and each of them was immersed in deep thought.

"Three, please!"

With a flick of her long sleeves, the black gauze maid pointed to the hundreds of pieces of paper hanging on the mountain wall at the end of the stone beam. Some of them have already been taken.

Wang Shiyuan exhaled a long breath, stepped forward, stretched out his hand to pick off the fifteenth piece of paper in the third line, and said, "I'd better continue to study this fragment from "A Thousand Changes in Phases"!"

The pieces of paper contain only a few words, intermittent text, and no attribution is given. However, Shuiyun Mountain originates from Yangxian Pavilion, the leader of the righteous path, and can be traced back to the Daomen Authentic Sect, the ancient Xuantian Sect.

For 10,000 years, the record of the struggle between good and evil has been like mountains and seas. For the Demon Sect exercises, there is naturally no shortage of records.

At first sight, Wang Shiyuan knew that the text on the paper was out of the Demon Sect's magic "Infinite Changes", so he took down this page of scripture first.

In fact, it is also a trick, for the cheats of the Demon Sect, whether it is snatching the cheats or restoring the battlefield records, the ancestors of Shuiyunmen have conducted in-depth research. The so-called "Ten Directions of Clouds and Water" actually has a contribution from "A Thousand Changes".

I thought well before picking it up, and when I got the paper in my hand and thought deeply, I realized that it was difficult.

It is really impossible for him to understand something from these few lines of the original version of the scriptures.

The second time he challenged enlightenment, Wang Shiyuan looked at the Chinese characters in his hand, and his mind was immersed in it.

The education he received since he was a child and the solid concepts he cultivated are incompatible with just a few words on paper. But putting aside the rest and starting from the words on paper made him feel unreasonable.

The two ideas clashed, and the green tendons on his forehead bulged, and sweat rolled down.

"Senior brother, meditate!" A hand pressed on the paper in front of him, Wang Shiyuan's body shook, and he got out of the conflict in his mind, his expression was open, and he raised his head and smiled reluctantly: "Thank you, junior brother......"

Seeing that he was still immersed in the words on the paper and could not completely detach himself, Zhang Yan shook his head slightly.

On the piece of paper that Wang Shiyuan took off, there were less than 100 words in total. With a glance, Zhang Yan had already remembered it in his heart, and he knew Wang Shiyuan's entanglement and conflict. Organize a sentence in your heart, and say: "The good is like water, and the way of heaven is the same, how can we talk about obedience?"

"Senior Brother Zhang?" Wang Shiyuan was suddenly shocked, and looked at Zhang Yan in shock.

The two points of the ancient land of righteousness and demons, the way of heaven and the hearts of the people, are the right way, and the concept of going against the sky and being the devil is perverse, which is basically the concept of the two ways of good and evil. Although Zhang Yan only said the words "talk about obedience and rebellion", it was enough to shock Wang Shiyuan.

"The water flows downward, and the fish swim upstream, going against the sky?"

"This ......"

"Shun the way of heaven and respond to the hearts of the people. If the way of heaven allows people to become immortals, why bother to send down heavenly calamities; if not, we will ask the immortals to ask, aren't they all going against the heavens and becoming demons?"

Wang Shiyuan was horrified, only to feel that the waves in his heart were turbulent, and the waves formed by countless thoughts came to him, intensifying and intensifying.

"'The number of the Great Yan is fifty, and its use is forty and nine', the water flows to a lower place, but it does not prevent the fish in the water from going upstream; Senior brother does not need to dwell on the subtleties, just grasp the overall situation and stick to the right path. ”

Wang Shiyuan suddenly realized that he would wake up, only to find that his body was sweating like pulp, and the inside of his fur was full of sticky sweat.

Zhang Yan's words were actually not very ingenious, but he saw that he was entangled in his heart, and he couldn't break through the inherent concepts, so he used some clichés to wake him up.

It is good to become an immortal if you go along with it, and if you become a demon if you go against it, but isn't it up to people to explain the scale of obedience and reverse? Explanations, interceptions, Xuanmen, side doors, and even different schools and factions have different interpretations.

Wang Shiyuan's distress was like the split of primitive Buddhism, and the Theravada believed that the "ten things are illegal" and could not be changed, while the popular ministry believed that the above ten kinds were only minor precepts and did not harm the roots. Like a Han monk who holds deep precepts, when he was struggling with whether he could drink wine and eat meat, someone suddenly told him that it was not the rule set by the Buddha not to eat meat, and there was also a precedent that "wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha left it in his heart" can also become a living Buddha.

For the future practice, it may not be all positive, but it can make people not entangled in the moment, and give birth to the illusion of sudden enlightenment.