No one responded, and the old man's heart fluctuated.

Cultivators not only cultivate their bodies, but also cultivate their minds, lest they have demonic thoughts on the path of cultivation.

Different from good and evil, greed, obsession, delusion, hatred, all kinds of thoughts can be turned into demons, they can always exist, they can be suddenly generated, they can be hidden, they can devour people, and they can experience people, such as the Taoist beheading of three corpses, breaking obsession, and being quiet and inactive. The body of Buddhism is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, do not make dust, and see the nature of the mind. The calm and far-reaching of Confucianism, the three provinces of my body and my body, are all for the purpose of restraining and removing the demons in the heart.

The old man was afraid. Could it be that the laughter and words just now are the demons that are secretly breeding?

Since being defeated by the four brothers of the Fallen Leaf Sect, and then being attacked by the elders of the Forest Bone Domain, the Hidden Mountain Sect no longer exists, the old man has experienced too many ups and downs, and has been in retreat here for nearly a hundred years due to the blessing of misfortune, and finally touched the threshold of the Jindan Realm.

The old man closed his eyes, trying to look at himself and ask himself.

The grim laughter sounded in the old man's ears again, "Don't look for it, haven't I already appeared? What are you still looking for?"

Without a trace, nowhere to be found.

Could this really be the demon that was quietly born during his retreat?

It is worthy of breaking and then standing, the old man who broke through the realm in a serious injury has great perseverance, no matter how he was born, he simply cut off the demons in his heart, and use this as an opportunity to marry Jindan!

Suddenly, the old man's whole body was shocked, and half of the old man's body, who wanted to force out his inner demons, stiffened, and beat the other side of his chest as if uncontrollably.

Half of his lips opened slightly, and the old man spoke with difficulty, shouting: "It's just a demon, and you also want to be anti-guest, what do you think of the old man!"

It can also be controlled by the body of immeasurable light, reflecting the outside of the rock like jade, this is the embodiment of the light in the old man's heart, is rich and thick vitality.

"Heart Demon?", the other half of the old man's mouth hooked up an evil smile, "What did you think of me?"

The black and white colors are distinct, and the old man's half-body is as black as ink, devouring all light.

The pupils have become pitch black, this trend spreads to the other half of the body, the consciousness is gradually blurred, the old man still can't change the ending under the full resistance, the soul seems to be bitten by a swarm of ants, the body that has been cultivated for hundreds of years is about to change hands, and it is replaced, the old man's eyes are completely plunged into darkness, and he sees the palm of the fist in front of him, and finally realizes it before it falls.

The black substance taken out of Yu Feng's body has long since disappeared!

"It turns out... It's ......"

The old man's voice stopped abruptly.

The blackness in his eyes faded, and the "old man" moved his body, then pointed to his head and smiled: "You have eyes that don't know Taishan, ants don't know the true god, how can you, who is fragile and small, give birth to a demon like me?"

After walking out of Zhenxi City and absorbing vitality all the way, he had already discovered that there was a breath lurking in the vicinity, so he attached himself to Yu Feng, who was investigating intelligence, so he came into contact with the old man and occupied this body, which was already the best choice at present.

Rumble!

Zhao An's master and apprentice, who had not yet walked down the mountain, looked back and saw that the rock that was the retreat place of the patriarch of the Hidden Mountain Sect had exploded, and the old man was suspended in the air, smiling.

"Congratulations to the teacher for breaking through!"

"Congratulations to the ancestor for breaking the barrier!"

The ancestors of the Hidden Mountain Sect were devoured by him, and it was delusional to want to be reincarnated, and the old man who had already occupied the magpie's nest by the dove smiled at the master and apprentice who bowed to him: "I should thank you." ”

In the confusion of Zhao An's master and apprentice, the old man stretched out a hand, and then suddenly clenched it.

The Hidden Mountain Sect is falling apart!

Led by Zhao An's master and apprentice, all the vitality of the creatures in the mountains and fields was drained by the old man and submerged into the body.

The strength was a little stronger again, the ground was decaying and withering, the old man muttered to himself, and said with a smile: "I helped you become a Jindan realm, you can go with peace of mind." ”

The old man Huo turned around, and an astonishing aura was fleeting, and the old man said excitedly: "Yuan Infant Realm!"

In terms of his current recovery, it is still a little too early to deal with a Yuanying Realm, not nine out of ten, and most of the Yuanying Realm are sitting in the mountain gate, with the blessing of the formation, and the combat power will be improved a little more, which is far from what he can deal with now.

Sucking some ants can't be compared with devouring the Yuan Infant at all, occupying the body of the Yuan Infant Realm, it can be regarded as barely having the foundation to stand up, and when he stabilizes this body, he can start, and the breath he sensed just now is sporadic one, it seems that it is a Yuan Infant Realm alone outside, this is simply a godsend!

The old man's gaze locked in one direction and licked the corners of his mouth.

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In front of the steps of the small courtyard, first the Great Dao manifested, the Dao Yin murmured, and then there was a sword qi to erase everything, making Hong Xu, who was in the midst of realization, gasp in pain, unable to restrain his breath.

The moment the coercion of the Yuanying Realm appeared in the south town, Song Jingxian appeared in the courtyard, probably disgusted with Le Shengyang and a few of them, Song Jingxian raised her hand, and the small courtyard finally seemed empty.

Looking at Dong Nanyan in a complicated way, Song Jingxian put a little on the forehead of the young man whose golden light had dissipated, waiting for Dong Nanyan to come to his senses.

I felt that I had a dream in a daze, and there was a heavenly palace in the dream, and standing on it could overlook the world and the world.

This is not the first time Dong Nanyan has had such a dream, in the dream, he seems to have stepped on the golden lotus to ascend to the sky, step by step, higher than the sun and moon, and the stars under him, until the sky is at its end.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the woman in the blacksmith shop, and he was so frightened that Dong Nanyan's body subconsciously leaned back.

"Why are you at my house?"

It seemed that the young man was a little afraid of her, Song Jingxian showed a smile on her face, she was very satisfied with Dong Yanyan's reaction, and said with a smile: "Isn't it natural for the master to come to the apprentice's house?

Although it was said that he was forced to be in danger, he did call out to the master in the blacksmith shop, and Dong Nanyan got up and moved in to bring a bench.

The stool was short, and Song Jingxian asked, "That's it?"

Dong Nanyan said: "If you dislike it, just wait for me for a while, and I'll go out and borrow a handful and come back." ”

Dong Nanyan's head seemed to have been slapped by someone, Song Jingxian sat on the stool, put away her fingers, "Remember to eat or not, how many times have you said it, you want to call me master." ”

I was really afraid of this woman, Dong Yanyan rubbed his head and shouted Master.

"That's pretty much the same", Song Jingxian nodded, "It's a shame that you still go upstairs, and you don't even have a decent chair at home, so you treat yourself like this?"

The stools and tables at home were all made by Grandpa Dong himself in the past, and Dong Nanyan didn't want to change them.

Bypassing this topic, Dong Nanyan asked, "What advice does the master have when he comes to me?"

"Your master who is not really called still sounds very pleasing to the ear", Song Jingxian sat on the stool, her back straight, and her demeanor was generous, "Master, preach and teach to solve doubts, you can rest assured, the teacher is not here to eat your rice." ”

After leaving the Changing Life Lake, Song Jingxian's attitude towards Dong Yanyan has changed, and she is no longer as aggressive as before, Song Jingxian said: "I know the doubts in your heart, didn't you ask me in the blacksmith shop if I knew Zhang San, did you know Song Jieyi, now I tell you, I know everything." ”

"I am your third uncle's good friend, and Song Jiyi's aunt. ”

Song Jingxian saw Dong Yanyan's stunned appearance, and said with a smile: "Don't believe it?"

Song Jingxian and Song Jieyi look very similar, Dong Nanyan has long guessed whether there is any relationship between the two, and when he heard the woman take the initiative to explain, Dong Nanyan's head shook like a rattle.

No wonder the woman can appear in the blacksmith shop, it turns out that she and Uncle Zhang San are good friends.

Song Junyi's character, Dong Nanyan believes it, even if he loves the house and Wu, Song Junyi's aunt, Dong Nanyan is naturally willing to believe it with kindness.

"Master, how is Miss Song now?"

The tone of the master's call was obviously much more sincere, Song Jingxian looked at Dong Yanyan and asked, "How is she, what does it have to do with you?"

"She...", Dong was speechless, and then his heart was a little gloomy, he and Song Jiyi really didn't seem to have anything to do with it.

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The sword is full of swords, and the sound of chess is sonorous.

The sword is like a big star falling from the sky, and the color of the bamboo and wood reflected by the cyan light is even brighter.

The chess pieces on the chessboard did not move at all, but the sound of falling pieces sounded, as if it fell on the heart of the sword-wielder, bombarding like a drum.

Yi Yi was calm and calm, still sitting firmly in front of the chessboard, holding the child without moving.

Mo said that it was just a sword intent from Zhang San in front of him, even if Zhang San really came, the old man was still not afraid!

"Zhang San, the benevolence of women, the benevolence of women, it's a pity that you can reverse the identity of Qiankun's pawn. ”

Yi Yi sighed, as if he had made up his mind, brushing his sleeves with one hand and dropping with the other.

A long wind rises above the tall buildings.

Below the chess pieces is the cyan long sword that cuts through the canopy of the prison book island, the tip of the sword falls under the chess piece, Yi Yi maintains this posture, "Zhang San, do you really want me to break up your sword intent before you give up?"

Zhang San's white clothes fluttered, "Mr. Yi can scatter this sword intent of mine, but he must be taken off the chessboard." ”

The chess pieces in the chess pot were swirling around Yi Yi, and the old man was obviously really angry, "Zhang San, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?"

"Mr. Yi's chess skills are higher than the sky, I think I am inferior, I can't play this game of heaven and earth, and I am not qualified.

Zhang San moved the Azure Sword away from under the chess pieces, and then inserted it diagonally under the chessboard.

"But Zhang can't play chess, it doesn't mean that Zhang can't lift the chessboard!"

With Zhang San's strength, the chessboard turned out to be tilted!

Yi Yi's eyes widened and he was shocked: "Zhang San, you actually..."

The Azure Sword did not move, did not pull out from under the chessboard, nor did it overturn the chessboard, Zhang San just looked at Yi Yi, waiting for the old man's next words.

Yi Yi sighed and compromised: "Why do you have to let me give him these ten years, does it make sense? Ten years later, he still can't escape this fate." ”

Taking the sword back, Zhang San smiled and said, "We'll see." ”