"Since there is a safer way, it is naturally the best. Li Xuanyuan groaned, and then changed his words, "I saw the fourth brother's game......"

Li Xuanyuan rarely spoke, and there was a look of shame on his face.

"Because I have spiritual roots, I have been raised separately from the rest of the princes since I was a child. Although he is not affectionate, he has also heard a little about the stubborn temperament of the fourth brother, so you don't have to follow him. ”

It is rare to see the 10,000-year-old iceberg Li Xuanyuan showing such a look, which is actually strange and cute.

Brothers, under different upbringings, can give birth to such completely different personalities.

"Senior Brother Xuanyuan, fortunately you have a spiritual root. Bai Xiuxiu's clear eyes stared at Li Xuanyuan very seriously, looking very happy for him.

......

"No, no, no, it's a good thing to hand over a pillow when you fall asleep. "Ink Yang is good at observing the other side of things, and the inextricable connection between Tu Qianqiu and Qi Wumei is also a breakthrough.

"Let's try our luck in three days, Tu Qianqiu's path won't work, let's make plans again. Ling Xiao interrupted the meeting of the disciples and grandchildren, tonight, for some reason, she always had an ominous feeling, as soon as that feeling came up, her whole person was much more irritable, "Ink Yang is going to impact the foundation tonight, Li Xuanyuan, since you are here, let's help protect the Dharma together." ”

Li Xuanyuan glanced at Ink Yang when he heard this, his aura was full and overflowing, it was indeed time to break through.

"Wow, congratulations, junior brother! I have to work hard. Bai Xiuxiu looked envious, she could have already hit the foundation, but the exercises she practiced had very high requirements for the foundation. She is still squatting in the Qi refining period now, just to consolidate the foundation.

If Bai Xiuxiu and the others knew that Ink Yang's spiritual root was a five-spirit root, they would definitely be surprised by his cultivation speed.

The reason why the Five Spirit Roots are inferior to the Heavenly Spirit Roots is because every breakthrough requires five times more experience than others, and most of the high-level monks are single spirit roots and double spirit roots.

If Ink Yang was an ordinary Heavenly Spirit Root, Kunshan Pavilion would kill the shadow, and Ling Xiao might not have made that sword.

Rao is like this, after the sword, the aura in Ink Yang's body has also been wiped out.

On the other hand, the Golden Legend is very expensive to use. Ink Yang's Five Spirit Roots are also compatible with Ling Xiao Sword.

......

Tonight is a full moon, the moonlight is as bright as water, and the room is empty.

Ink Yang hits the foundation for the first time.

The first step is air extraction.

Mortals couldn't notice it, but the few Kunlun disciples who protected him only felt that the aura around his body was pulled by a powerful force, and it was swept away like a hurricane, and the center of gravity was the ink yang who was meditating on the couch with his eyes closed.

Metal, wood, water, fire, earth.

The colorful spiritual power that could not be seen with the naked eye surged towards the boy like a tide.

Countless weeks in the body operate at the same time, like a wheel turning at high speed, once, twice, three times...... The broad veins were filled with aura, and the path was widened little by little.

Fine sweat poured out of the young man's face, and the pain of qi induction was endless, like thousands of needles and threads shuttling through his body, carving out the path for spiritual power to run.

The second step is to quench the bones.

The abundant spiritual power seeped into the bone marrow along the tendons and veins all over the body, and the 208 bones of Ink Yang's body were tempered by spiritual power at the same time.

If you've ever seen wrought iron, you can probably imagine it.

The bones were fused by the high-heat aura, reshaped, and conformed to the direction of Zhou Tian's aura, and the strength was tempered one by one until the shape was forged, and then the spiritual power would turn into a sharp blade, cutting off the excess bone, and only stopping after a thousand times of fine carving.

In order to improve the tenacity of the bones, the originally high-heat aura will drop below zero all of a sudden, and the whole person will be like falling into a cold cellar.

After the bone is completed, two of the 208 bones are combined into one.

If you look closely, you will also find that the contours of the boy's cheeks gradually hardened, and he became a handsome young man.

The final step is to concentrate.

All the spiritual energy poured into the Lingtai Zhihai.

The muscles and veins of the brain are much more detailed than the rest of the body, and it is impossible to let the surging spiritual power run rampant. Ink Yang controls the divine sense, directing the speed and power of the spiritual power flow, and slowly injects it into the sea of consciousness.

His sea of consciousness is a black void, just as it was from the place where he was first born.

Ink Yang has never seen the sea of knowledge of others. I only see it in ancient books, everyone's sea scene is different, some people are mountains, rivers and rivers, some people are flowers, insects and birds, and some people are frost and snow.

This is roughly related to the temperament of the person. For sword cultivation, the sword intent is most deeply connected with the landscape of the sea of knowledge.

Ink Yang has not yet found his sword intent.

It was the only place where he felt he was left behind.

What does the black of the void symbolize? Ink Yang Jian frowned slightly, looked inwardly at the sea, and stared at the black. He had never seen his parents, and when he realized it, he was in the dark.

Someone told him to go to Kunlun.

He overcame obstacles all the way, migrated with the deer, ate and lived with beggars, and fought with wind and snow.

Just for the sake of a word.

He dragged his immature and weak body and climbed to the top of Kunlun Mountain alone.

So far, he has been walking for-

Become an immortal!

I want to ride the wind to the blue sky and raise my hand to catch the bright moon!

On the stone tablet of the sword mound, the word "Chengxian" engraved by Bai Shanyue suddenly reflected in that piece of nothingness.

Vigorous and powerful, the edge is out, compose a song of youthful ambition!

Ink Yang unexpectedly found that he had a heart-to-heart with Bai Shanyue thousands of years ago. The two of them became immortals to break through the boundary, to become the undoable, and to break the undesirable!

Ink Yang, the first foundation building, Dacheng.

The Ling Xiao Sword beside him couldn't help but tremble! It smelled the same breath as the old master. When Bai Shanyue was forging the sword, what he thought of as something that could not be done was to use the Lingxiao sword to make it elegant.

Ling Xiao naturally sensed this aura, and she lowered her eyes and leaned against the doorrail, her expression was different.

If Bai Shanyue's idiot is still alive...... I must have soared into an immortal a long time ago.

At the same time, the beautiful woman who was originally climbing on the tree and closing her eyes to take a nap suddenly opened her eyes, and the light flowed in her turquoise pupils, and she muttered to herself: "Who built the foundation?"

"It's the Sword Master of Lingxiao. The black-robed old man looked at the place where the spiritual power was surging, and a smile squeezed out of his ravine-crisscrossed face.

A gust of wind moved, and a green leaf broke away from the branch and fell into the woman's hand.

"Ling Xiao Sword?" The woman lowered her eyes and gently twisted the green leaves in her hand, the dark green leaves lined her hands were white and transparent, and the light purple veins under them could be seen through the skin.

"A thousand years ago, the Sword of the Gods. The old man's voice was hoarse like a withered branch rubbing, and his words were unwilling to be strong and palpable.

"Ah, I remember. The woman patted her head, but her statement was flat, "That man, holding a sword, cut off half of my head." ”

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"But he didn't use the Ling Xiao Sword. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the memories in her mind kept going back.

The man in white, with a little red on his eyebrows and a withered branch in his hand, was like a god of war in the battle of seals.

"Bai Shanyue never kills with a Ling Xiao sword. The old man stated.

"He's dead. The woman sighed imperceptibly, "He is the person with the strongest and weakest obsession I have ever met. ”

"He's not the most obsessive. The old man laughed meaninglessly, "You forgot? ”

——The woman's pupils were stunned, and the green leaves in her hands suddenly turned into ashes.

"It's a pity that she doesn't have a spiritual root, I like her a lot. ”

"But you killed her anyway. ”

"She's terrifying, don't you think?" the woman asked, looking innocent as a child, tilting her head.

The old man smiled, sensing the fear that the woman was trying to hide from the trembling branches.

This is the first time since the resurrection of "desire" that true emotions have been revealed.

Desire will only surrender to greater desires.