In the place of enlightenment of the Aotian Sect, there are dozens of Taoist monuments. These are the essence of the Tao left by the great powers of the past dynasties, and the comprehension of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth is all in it.

The avenue of heaven and earth is broad and profound, and you can choose the most suitable path for yourself, so that you can see through the heavens and avoid detours.

Zhu Zixin, Wu Changli and Du Xiaobai, each found a Taoist monument, sat down, and experienced the moral mystery in it.

Zhu Zixin's learning of the secluded immortal recipe is the wood element, and he is the best at healing and recuperating the vein.

The Dao Monument in front of him exuded a turquoise light.

In the space of the Dao Monument, Jin Dan absorbed the mellow wood elements, and a lush forest sea appeared in front of him.

This forest sea is endless, full of vitality, he walks in the forest, feels the mystery of the forest, and his heart is quiet.

The breeze blows, and the trees sway, like green waves, setting off ripples.

There are also light raindrops, and on the branches of the treetops, hanging crystal droplets, wash away the frost of the years.

The trees are quiet and the wind does not stop, and the rain urges but the leaves do not fall.

The static trees, against the dynamic wind and rain, are not only not the slightest haggard, but more luxuriant.

Sitting in the woods, he could feel the breath of the trees. This silent change seems to be able to make him clearly understand the meaning of life.

The leaves on each tree have their own lines, just like the meridians in the human body, flowing with vigorous vitality.

He gently stroked the leaves, and the meridians in his body seemed to be sensitive, and the green wood elements were transmitted through the leaves, and the body was also washed in this cycle.

In an instant, he became one with the tree.

From the ground beneath his feet, a cool air flowed through, and his meridians and cells trembled slightly.

He was in the forest, and the trees around him were calling softly to him. He lifted his arm, which was also in the form of a branch, and struggled to reach the trees on the side.

The gaps between the trees are close at hand, but they are out of reach.

He greedily sucks nutrients from the earth and stretches his body diligently.

The wood elements nourish the tree's meridians, and they gently hop on the branches, trying to communicate with the branches next to them.

A suction force is created between the two trees to connect them together.

It's just a little bit closer.

They pressed closer together, like people who had been away for a long time stretching out their warm arms. The two green branches and leaves looked at each other from afar, staring at each other, infinitely nostalgic, and deep.

A sudden gust of wind blew between heaven and earth.

Both trees shook violently, their delicate branches swaying, unable to find their way.

They watched each other's shadows in the wind, struggling to stretch out their branches to hold each other.

The leaves on the branches began to drift away, leaving only the bare branches, still persisting in the wind.

The wind howls and the trees sway.

The two trees bloom with their own vitality, stretching with difficulty for that glimmer of persistent hope.

Finally, the two branches of the tree, which had lost their green leaves, touched each other.

A subtle feeling, with a little trembling, that familiar and familiar hug, spread throughout the tree.

Hand in hand, rain or shine.

The two trees were connected, and their powers fused together, as if they were one.

They began to tangle tightly, unwilling to separate, their branches and roots intertwined into a large net against the wind.

Gradually, the wind stopped.

Two trees that have experienced the messiness of the wind have appeared in a new way. They are now one and they are like a couple fighting side by side.

More branches began to stretch and open their arms to the surrounding trees.

I don't know how long it took.

All the trees in the whole forest are connected, and they are intimate, like a large green umbrella in this space.

Zhu Zixin's eyes opened, his mind was withdrawn from the space of the Dao Monument, and the golden pill in his body was condensed and complete, full of green.

His whole person seemed to be reborn, with an excited look in his eyes.

The previous control of the elements of heaven and earth can also achieve the effect of transforming the forest, but it is far less casual than now.

The ascension of the realm allowed him to feel the existence of the wood element more clearly.

Condensing these wood-based elements is handy, and it doesn't take as much time as before.

And he could feel the power he was exerting at this time, and it was even better. Under the urging of Jin Dan, these wood-based elements were arranged in a uniform manner, and the number of aggregations was also greatly increased.

The higher the density, the more compact the arrangement, the more damage can be done.

Wu Changli and Du Xiaobai are still comprehending, and the Dao monument they chose is completely different from Zhu Zixin.

The two of them were engrossed in feeling the artistic conception in the Taoist monument and fell into their own world.

Wu Changli is good at formations, and he likes this feeling of strategizing.

The way of formation is also the use of the elements of heaven and earth.

Through the arrangement of the elements of heaven and earth, various formations with different uses are formed.

There are phantom arrays to confuse the enemy, a kill array to attack, and a defensive array to defend.

The formation is ever-changing, and in the final analysis, it lies in the conception and creativity of the people who set up the formation.

Each formation is a work that condenses the efforts of countless predecessors.

Among Wu Changli's Dao monuments, there are large arrays connected together.

The arrangement of each of these large arrays was clearly displayed in front of him, and he immersed himself in them and lingered.

The original hazy confusion has been answered here.

is like a peerless beauty, who has been asking for but can't, and at this time she took the initiative to display her jade body and show it in front of him.

This undoubtedly caused him a fatal confusion, and he was deeply trapped in it and could not extricate himself.

The power of the formation also depends on the cultivation of the people who set up the formation.

The cultivation is limited, and the mobilized heaven and earth elements cannot meet the requirements of the higher and deeper formations.

The more powerful the formation, the corresponding cultivation is required to arrange, and the intricacies of it test the control of the elements of heaven and earth by the person who arranges the formation.

With the gradual comprehension of the formation, the speed of the golden pill in his body became faster and faster, and the time for setting up the formation was greatly reduced.

He didn't have the luxury, he arranged a higher-level formation all at once, and just deduced them one by one from the simplest formation.

In the Heavenly Dao Ridge, his formation had already been refined, and he had also realized the higher-level Vajra Ruyi Array.

Compared to these large arrays in front of him, the Vajra Ruyi Array was too shallow. In the process of deduction, he gradually discovered the previous shortcomings.

He continued to practice the formations he was familiar with, and gradually fell into a state of selflessness.

In his mind, those formations were like opening a new door to the world, allowing him to see a broader world.

He sat in front of the Dao Monument, punching out the seal in his hand, and various formations loomed around him.

The Jin Dan in the body is also round and plump in the deduction of the formation. The formation formed by the edges has also gradually changed from obscure at the beginning to round and smooth.

Du Xiaobai's situation is similar to that of the two.

He specializes in the art of rhythm, using sound waves to create various forms of attacks.

Different tunes can have different effects.

He is in the Taoist monument, and what he understands is the way of music and rhythm.

The rhythm needs to be played by means of a musical instrument, and his flute is the carrier of the rhythm, like a weapon in the hands of a monk.

The rhythm contains seven or six, which can affect the mood of others, so as to achieve the effect of confusing the enemy.

It can also amplify this thread and stimulate people's potential. It can also be used to transform sound waves into a means of attack, making people hallucinate, which is even more difficult to guard against.

The realm determines the appeal of the rhythm and also includes the range that can be covered.

Among the monuments is a blank sheet music.

Du Xiaobai tried to play his own melody, and those rhythms hit the score, unable to cause anything unusual.

There is an indescribable mood in the score, which attracts him to explore the mysteries.

He knew that this was a test for him, and that only by deepening the power of the rhythm could he inspire this blank score.

The flute was on his lips, his heart was clear, and the tunes sounded leisurely.

The sound of his flute is sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes joyful, sometimes lamenting.

These are his experiences, and they also represent his mental journey.

His heart was completely integrated between heaven and earth, and the rhythm that jumped out of the flute echoed in the space of the Dao Monument.

In the sea of these rhythms, the score emits a faint white light, as if it is absorbing nutrients and slowly rejuvenating.

Du Xiaobai's Jindan was running at high speed, and the rhythm of the flute in his mouth became more and more intense.

A golden note imprinted on the blank sheet music. Du Xiaobai turned a blind eye and continued to play at his own pace.

The light on the sheet music is four, it captures the ethereal notes, like looking for bees and butterflies among the flowers.

More and more notes filled the blank space, and the score jumped suddenly, turning into a golden light, and submerged into Du Xiaobai's golden pill.

Above the golden pill, the fairy sound lingers.

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