When Yuan Chonghui woke up, he found that he had come to a mysterious space. This mysterious space is hazy, and the body is floating in it, and it walks softly, as if stepping on clouds. Yuan Chonghui looked at the scene in front of him, very surprised, and a little inexplicable.

When he was looking around, "Welcome, destined person!" A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, startling him.

"What kind of fate?" Yuan Chonghui didn't understand the meaning of the voice.

"Anyone who can enter this space by fusing the blood of the anti-heavenly god is called a destined person!" With this explanation voice, a middle-aged man appeared in front of Yuan Chonghui, it was the image of the statue he saw in the mysterious cave before, but it was a little more vicissitudes of life, and less domineering to look at the world.

"Let me see what kind of physique you are first!" said the middle-aged man as he took out a crystal clear bead and shone it at Yuan Chonghui, the bead emitted a soft and faint light that shrouded Yuan Chonghui in it, as if he wanted to shine a light on Yuan Chonghui.

"No, the one who can come here should be a person with an atmospheric luck and an amazing physique, how can this be the case?" The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

"Boy, have you practiced any exercises to change your physique?" the middle-aged man asked with a frown as he observed the beads.

"I have practiced Haoran Zheng Qigong and One Three Punches!" Yuan Chonghui felt that he was like transparent in front of him, and everything had to be seen through.

"Oh, Haoran Zheng Qigong, that may be the thing of calligraphy to temper the body and mind! One or three punches, I haven't heard of it! No matter how against the sky, the exercises can only help to improve the physique and the improvement of the mind, but it can't completely change your physique, and with your young age, it won't change so much all at once, there must have been some kind of abnormal change in you, otherwise there would not be the current situation!" he guessed.

"What kind of mutation?" Yuan Chonghui hurriedly asked, he wondered if it could be a fusion of two souls!

"It's hard to say...... Even if you know that it won't do you any good now, let's talk about it later!, boy, I can tell you for sure that your physique is a Tianqing Dao body, and it is a Tianqing Dao body that has undergone a mutation!"

"What is the Tianqing Dao Body?" Yuan Chonghui followed the shopkeeper Bao Danian, who "no longer comes" the store, often listening to him talk about various cultivation physiques, and also knew what kind of mortal physique he was, and now he heard the middle-aged man say what kind of "Tianqing Dao Body" he was, so he blurted out and asked: "Can this physique be cultivated?"

Hearing Yuan Chonghui's inquiry, the middle-aged man touched his chin thoughtfully, and only responded half-loudly: "There is no physique that cannot be cultivated, only laymen who don't want to cultivate, Tianqing Dao Body is also known as Supreme Waste Body, and the reason why it is so named is because of the particularity of this system." Everything has its own unique characteristics and characteristics, take us human beings as an example, according to the different physiques there are gold spirit body, wood spirit body, water spirit body, fire spirit body, earth spirit body and so on. No matter what kind of physique, there are differences and differences in color in performance, according to the difference in its color, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, you can roughly judge what kind of physique it belongs to, such as the body of the wood spirit is mostly green or cyan, the body of the water spirit is blue, the body of the fire spirit is red, and so on. But a colorless spirit like you with a faint green aura is one in ten thousand, and it belongs to the outliers of the aliens. ”

Yuan Chonghui heard him say that his physique belonged to the outliers of the other, and he had a bad feeling, his self-confidence was hit, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't interject.

The middle-aged man didn't care about Yuan Chonghui's feelings, and said straightforwardly: "The reason why the colorless spirit body is called the Tianqing Dao body is that this physique is attributeless, so it is not subject to various constraints like other physiques, and the exercises of any kind of attribute can be cultivated, which is its uniqueness. ”

"This kind of physique is very good, and it's also very powerful?" Hearing this, his confidence was raised, and he was a little proud.

The middle-aged man glanced at Yuan Chonghui with a smug look on his face, and then explained: "The benefits of this system are also its disadvantages, there are few constraints, and the help provided for cultivation is also small, and it can even be said that it is minimal. The so-called useless use refers to your kind of physique! And it has undergone another mutation, making its function even more unpredictable! I don't know whether it is transformed in a good direction or in a bad direction. ”

Hearing this, Yuan Chonghui's mood was extremely low, and he hung his head and said: "Isn't this kind of physique no different from the mortal body?

The middle-aged man muttered to himself. He smiled slightly: "I haven't heard of any mortal body, no matter how good the physique is, it is difficult to embark on the road of cultivation if there is no indomitable will, what is lacking in the cultivation world is not a genius, what is lacking is a pure heart that persistently yearns for the avenue, only perseverance, can there be a time to clear the clouds and see the blue sky, although your physique is slow to cultivate, but it just happens to lay a solid foundation, the so-called wind and grass, a hundred refining into steel is this truth!"

The middle-aged man said while staring at the color of Yuan Chonghui's purple mansion reflected on the beads, and found that there was a faint flash of thunder. "Ha! I understand, it turns out that it has been tempered by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, I said!"

"What Nine Heavens Divine Thunder?" asked Yuan Chonghui curiously.

The middle-aged man did not answer Yuan Chonghui's question, but turned his gaze to the picture of the ink lotus and the projection of the green lotus.

And at this time, the ink lotus diagram in the depths of his sea purple mansion seemed to shake slightly in fear, exuding a trace of black qi, protecting the ink lotus seeds in it. And that green lotus also exuded a faint green aura, wanting to protect Zhihai and Zifu.

The middle-aged man let out a "hey" sound, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, and he showed a mocking look towards them: "I really want to do something, can you stop me with this little trick? But how can you two rivals get together? If you can't solve it properly, it will be a curse rather than a blessing." ”

He turned his gaze to the orthography talisman at Yuan Chonghui's dantian, and said to himself: "It seems that the variable is you! Fate is fate, fate is emptiness. Since you have the opportunity to let them take root in your body, then I will give you another great chance!"

As he spoke, he flicked the bead in his hand towards Yuan Chonghui's brow with his fingers, only to see that the bead seemed to be driven by some kind of force, and flew straight towards Yuan Chonghui's eyebrows, and quietly disappeared into the depths of the sea of knowledge when he was dumbfounded.

Mo Liantu tried to refuse to struggle, but to no avail, and was eventually swept into the bead, while the green lotus was swaying its leaves, which seemed to be very useful for entering the bead.

After the ink lotus diagram entered the bead, there was an amazing change, the ink lotus diagram magically disappeared, and the ink lotus seed began to break the shell, sprout, grow, and finally grew into a black lotus plant the size of the green lotus. The ink lotus and the green lotus swayed in the beads, and there was some harmony between them, and the inside of the beads was also because of two more things, so there were some more changes in the sky and clouds and shadows.

With the disappearance of the beads, the figure of the middle-aged man slowly faded and gradually faded, but his voice echoed in Yuan Chonghui's ears: "Seeing each other today, it is fate, this Hongmeng bead is given to you, which can dissolve the anger of the ink lotus, so that it can maintain a kind of containment and balance between the two lotus plants, and provide some help on your cultivation path." But don't talk about it, otherwise you and I will be doomed, and maybe one day we will meet again! If you want to embark on the great path of cultivation, you have to put in a thousand times the effort to do it, and you have to live in 'each other's heart, and your life is created by yourself', and it is a good thing to have external things to help you, but after all, you can't replace your own efforts, and success ultimately depends on yourself!"

At this time, Yuan Chonghui only felt dizzy, and the mysterious space in front of him suddenly turned sharply, and he only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

...... ......

In a bottomless underground prison somewhere in the heavens and worlds, a middle-aged man whose limbs and head were trapped by the thick jade spirit chains at the mouth of the bowl involuntarily sneezed, and the breath of the sneeze sneezed the chains that bound him crackled, and the sound alarmed the jailers in the prison, a jailer came to check the situation, reached out and pressed a round raised button, with the sinking of the button, the jade spirit iron chain began to shrink to the wall automatically, stretching the middle-aged man's body in the air and pulling it straight, the jailer found that there was nothing unusual, so he put his mind at ease, and pressed the circular button again, putting the middle-aged man down from the air。

Back in the guard room, he said to the other jailer: "Yu Gongzi has ordered, this jailer is the only person who knows the whereabouts of Hongmengzhu, but don't make any mistakes." ”

Another jailer lay there and said lazily: "Don't worry, no matter how great his magical power is, he has broken free from the chains of the jade essence, but he has been fixed by the nine-turn soul needle of the jade master, and there is still nowhere to escape, only the end of the soul being scattered."

In the prison, the middle-aged man showed a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself: "The kid who has fused the essence and blood of the gods against the sky, with the help of Hongmengzhu, don't let me down, in the future, Lao Tzu will get out of trouble, you may be the only hope!"