/./ Among the four phantoms, it can be seen that the black and gray figure is honored, located at the top, followed by the purple-black phantom, on which lightning lights up from time to time, mysterious and complex symbols abound, and the lines like traces form the whole body.

At the bottom are ice and fire, the sound of dragons roaring and phoenixes roaring, two extreme forces connected, a little weird.

The eyes of the old Taoist priests Du Tu and Xuan Yantian fell on Wang Yuan.It can be said that they didn't know enough about Wang Yuan.Even Du Tu, who cultivated during the Tribulation Period, only knew that Wang Yuan actually had four Dao sources after these four phantoms appeared.Wang Yuan actually possessed four Dao sources.

"That's the most mysterious and powerful 'source of life and death' in reverse cultivation." Du Tu muttered to himself.

The revival of his mind shows that Wang Yuan is about to wake up, but in Du Tu's eyes, the black and gray phantom formed by the source of life and death is too weak, and it seems to be about to disperse at any time.

On that day, Wang Yuan desperately summoned the "Gate of Life and Death", leaving no way back at all, this idea of life and death was on the verge of being broken, and it was reasonable to be so weak.

With Du Tu's vision, he sighed and said: "This little thing likes to fight hard, it seems that his life is very hard, I don't know when he will have no life to fight, you see this source of life and death, even if he wakes up, most of the time he will be in a point where he can not be used, when he will recover, this is not a prediction."

Xuan Yantian pursed her lips when she heard this. I can always be there for him and protect him."

The old Taoist priest Du Tu smiled, and the obscene expression disappeared, as if he had been transformed into an ethereal monk.

"Little doll, how do you know he's going to agree?"

Xuan Yantian shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The juniors actually don't know, but the juniors listen to the arrangements of the seniors."

She is very smart, she knows that the relationship between this senior and Wang Yuan is not simple, Wang Yuan must listen to the old Taoist priest's words.

However, this time, Xuan Yantian was wrong again, Wang Yuan still had to ask the old Taoist priest Du Tu what happened to those old monsters.

......

Time is like water, and it is gone.

The hundred-year period has arrived, and this day is the time for Du Tu to calculate. He went out a few days ago, and when he came back, he had an extra storage bag in his hand, most likely to go out to find some healing relics.

The water in the pond finally stopped boiling, and it became calmer and calmer, and the four virtual images were attracted, and they were sucked in by Wang Yuan's body, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Ling'er flapped a pair of beautiful blue wings, like a butterfly fairy flying up from Xuan Yantian's palm, she also cared about Wang Yuan's uncle very much.

"Tom-tom."

Xuan Yantian's heart beat at a different rate, attracted to another heart, as that powerful heart began to beat.

The water of the pond ripples, and the eyes that have been closed for a hundred years suddenly open.

The day of "Lingquan Valley" was the day when all the disciples of the foundation building period came to listen to the explanation of the elder Chuangong, and most of the disciples sat on the broad platform in front of the main hall.

A white-haired and bearded elder in front of him closed his eyes and explained the cultivation tips in his mouth, and the disciples below also listened carefully.

Suddenly, a long roar suddenly came from the mountain behind the sect, and then the entire sect began to shake, and the majestic coercion immediately permeated the sect.

He opened his eyes sharply and looked at the back mountain, his white eyebrows furrowed, and he said in a low voice: "Could it be that Elder Taishang has cultivated the Divine Pill...... It's too powerful."

The elders of the sect and the advanced monks all woke up, including the head of the sect, and they didn't understand what the Supreme Elder was doing.

The powerful and suffocating pressure is still rising.The wind and clouds in the sky above the sect are changing.The lightning and thunder are roaring.The wind is suddenly rising.The spirit beasts raised by the sect are all prostrate on the ground and dare not raise their heads.Hiding in the grass and shivering.

As the pressure increased, the bluestone slab was crushed, first a small crack, and then an arm-thick crack branched out.

The head of Tianshui Zhenren is a female monk, she fell to the ground, and said to everyone: "Don't panic, Elder Taishang has already sent me a message, and his old man is refining a divine pill, which has caused a change in the sky."

The elixir that can cause changes in the heavens must be a powerful divine pill.This sect is only a fourth-class sect.There are inexplicable surprises for those powerful divine pills.They are thinking.If this elixir refined by the Supreme Elder can be rewarded.What a great creation it would be.

In the "Lingquan Cave", the old Taoist priest Du Tu played a few tricks, which stopped the shaking of the cave, and scolded: "You little thing, you have to demolish the old man's cave."

Xuan Yantian stared at Wang Yuan, who had changed from lying down to sitting in the pool.The moment he was awake, the uncontrollable catharsis came out.The cultivation in the middle stage of the cave made everyone in this fourth-rank sect tremble.

When Wang Yuan's eyes fell on Xuan Yantian, he was not too surprised, but very calm, and looked at the old Taoist priest Du Tu, and then closed his eyes and adjusted his non-stop cultivation.

With Wang Yuan's autonomous control." The "Three Dead Stones" roared violently, this great monument rumbled, and the Dao marks on it derived thick divine chains.

The coercion of the sect slowly dissipated.The disciples and elders gasped heavily.Under that coercion.They didn't know how long they could keep it.The cultivation in their bodies was suppressed to death.It felt like they were being stared at by a fierce beast..

Wang Yuan's body in the cave was constantly changing.His legs were wandering a red mang and a blue mang.The dragon roared and the phoenix roared more intensely than before.When the two red rays fell silent.The purple-black thunderbolt burrowed into the top of his head again.

The phantom's eyes opened, and inside were more complex symbols, flickering.

After a while, this phantom was retracted, and when Wang Yuan tried to mobilize the idea of life and death, his brow furrowed, and the pain in his heart began in the center of his eyebrows, and immediately swept through his body.

Wang Yuan seemed to know something, but he didn't give up, and he pointed at the center of his eyebrows and exerted all his strength.

As soon as the disciples and elders of the sect broke away from the coercion, they were moved by a roar and looked at the back mountain again.

Mouthfuls of blood spurted out of Wang Yuan's mouth.Death-gray face was hideous.He already knew.After he desperately exhausted the idea of life and death.It seemed that he had lost his life.As he fell asleep, he fell asleep.Only.Wang Yuan woke up.But this thought was still asleep.

"How is that possible?" Wang Yuan roared.As a reverse cultivator.The idea of life and death is the capital of the struggle against the Heavenly Dao.When you lose the idea of life and death.Can it still be a reverse cultivation?

Wang Yuan wanted to try, but was scolded by Xuan Yantian: "Don't."

Xuan Yantian either didn't know Wang Yuan's temperament, or because she knew, she wanted to stop it. After coming out of "Huaguo Mountain", she learned the news that Zhou Dalai was arrested.

This time, Wang Yuan was trapped because of his own Dao thoughts, and his pursuit was also at a loss.

Hearing this voice, Wang Yuan's movements slowed down, and Xuan Yantian stepped forward and gently rubbed his cheek.

Her hands were cold, but they were slippery. This coolness penetrated from her face to her heart.

Stretch out your hand and push Xuan Yantian away.Xuan Yantian took a few steps back.Looking at Wang Yuan stupidly.

"Don't think that my cultivation is not as good as you, I don't dare to hurt you, the Tao is different, but you are hard to force me, what is your intention, my Dao thoughts cannot be used for the time being, you still don't take this opportunity to finish me off, you are not suitable to be a monk." Wang Yuan glared and said coldly.

Xuan Yantian, who was pointed to by Wang Yuan's series of actions, just smiled lightly, and was not angry at Wang Yuan's words, allowing Wang Yuan's words to hurt her.

If this woman refutes, or even leaves directly, Wang Yuan has something to say, but this woman is silent, like a pool of clear water, and a stone hitting it can only make a few ripples, but it adds to its agility.

"Ahem." The old Taoist priest Du Tu looked at Wang Yuan and completely put him aside, a little embarrassed, scratched his head and looked at the two people arguing like a young couple, and said, "The dog raised by the old man has not been fed for some days.

After speaking, the old Taoist priest laughed and trotted out.

Wang Yuan avoided Xuan Yantian's gaze, but saw Xiao Ling'er flying in front of him, looking at the two of them curiously.

"Uncle, Ling'er misses you." Although Xiao Ling'er said so, her small body drilled into Wang Yuan's storage bag.

Looking at Ling'er, Wang Yuan's haze left by because his mind could not be used swept away a large area, and he glanced at her coldly, and then closed his eyes and continued to adjust his body.

Xuan Yantian sat opposite, she didn't cultivate, she just looked at Wang Yuan like this, and Wang Yuan, who was cultivating, could clearly feel the heat of that gaze, and could melt any iron heart, but it didn't work on Wang Yuan's heart of Heavenly Tribulation.

This cultivation took thirty years, and he still had no clue, and the reason why he woke up after thirty years was the time that Wang Yuan calculated.

It's very close to that agreement.Wang Yuan wants to go to the Demon Dao.Get back what belongs to you.

In the past thirty years, Xuan Yantian has watched silently, never looked away, has been used to being looked at by this gaze for a long time, Wang Yuan doesn't know what kind of emotion this is, but any question with feelings against him will be frozen.

151 Kanshu.com .