Ouyang Changjing stood on the huge Azure Divine Condor and looked down at the earthly city below him.

In his eyes, a faint sneer flashed.

He is about 20 years old, with a slender figure, a handsome face, a lunar expression, and a pair of eyes like a fox and a wolf.

The wings of the Condor puffed up the wind and thunder, obscuring the sky, casting a large black shadow on the ground, as if his status was higher than all the mortals on this earth.

This divine eagle is one of the mountain protection spirit animals in the Holy Land.

It is the Supreme Holy Lord of the Xuanqing Holy Land, and a Condor egg obtained from the ancient times hatched out.

It took a thousand years for the Holy Land to hatch and another thousand years to raise.

In the end, I got this mountain guardian eagle who regarded the holy land as his home and the people in the holy land as his family.

The Condor is extraordinary, and has natural supernatural powers.

With a flap of wings, you can gallop for dozens of miles, and with one claw, you can crush a mountain, and with a beak peck, you can attract the power of wind and thunder.

Even the Holy Lord of the Holy Land may not be His opponent.

Ouyang Changjing's eyes fell on the school building in the city below him.

"Elder Diao, can you smell the smell of the Divine Treasure Vein?"

The Condor let out a long roar, and his voice was cheerful.

Ouyang Changjing then laughed: "These mortals still have some use value!"

"The divine hidden ore vein of a city god god, if it is used by me, it is enough for me to break through the unity of gods and spirits and achieve pure yang!"

Among heaven and earth, the resources of cultivation are the most precious!

Even in the holy land of Immortal Mountain, there is a spiritual spring gushing, and immortal jade is generated.

But there are also a number of spirit stones, immortal jade, and magic medicine that can be obtained in a year.

Most of them have to be offered to the Holy Lord and the elders of the Holy Land, and the remaining half, and some of them have to be collected into the Holy Treasury as a reserve in case the Immortal Mountain leylines change and the spiritual spring is depleted.

The remaining soup and water can be divided among the remaining disciples.

Even if he Ouyang Changjing is the current generation of the Holy Son of Xuanqing Holy Land, he can only get one hundred and ten spirit stones and more than ten spirit pills every year.

This bit of stuff was a drop in the bucket for his cultivation.

Therefore, they can only be self-reliant, and they can only be self-reliant.

The Holy Land never raises waste!

The capable are on the list, and the weak are eliminated!

His status as the Holy Son of Ouyang Changjing was taken from the hands of the previous generation of Holy Sons!

And the former Son, after being picked off by his sword, collapsed, and fell on an expedition last year.

And this is also the fate of cultivators.

If you can't be brave and diligent, you can only become a stepping stone for others.

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"The truth is ...... by one's own thoughts" On the stage, He Yun, who was wearing a green robe and holding a book, talked eloquently.

"And what's in mind?"

"Thoughts are the pure thoughts that arise from the heart after understanding the original heart!"

"Students, please look at ......" He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and pondered, and a little crystal clear starlight emerged from above his head.

He reached out and grabbed the starlight, then carefully held it and showed it to the students in the room.

"That's the thought that came to me just now......"

"But thoughts can't last long......" The starlight in his hand gradually faded and gradually dissipated: "Ordinary people's thoughts can only last about three breaths!"

"So, students, if you can condense such an idea from yourself one day, remember not to hesitate, and polish it immediately!"

"How do you polish it?"

"It is to empty the mind, eliminate distracting thoughts, keep thinking, think what you think, keep recalling, and your own perception of the truth......"

"When you can do it, you can condense this thought anytime and anywhere...... The truth is engraved in the heart and becomes the basis!"

"If you continue to polish, continue to study, continue to purify your thoughts, strengthen your understanding, and know your heart, you will have the opportunity to condense your own truth into words!"

"Once the words are condensed, the truth will remain in the chest forever!"

The students in the audience listened attentively and were fascinated.

Because they know that it is extremely precious to have the opportunity to be taught by someone who condenses their own teachings into words, who teaches them personally, and who teaches them how to condense the truths.

There may not be a few opportunities a year in this institution to meet a teacher who is willing to pass on his experience in this way.

This is an invaluable opportunity for most people!

Even Guo Rong couldn't help but nod his head when he listened.

It's really that he never cared about this truth.

Because he himself is the truth!

Naturally, you don't need to care about how to condense the truth and polish your thoughts.

It's like a person who is crazy about love and doesn't need to care about what is the pesticide game code in the phone?

Click on the icon and play!

It's a big deal to buy a skin and charge some money.

As for the game's kernel and code?

Is that something players need to think about?

So, listening to the lecture on the stage, he also tried to get into the practice like everyone else.

This made He Jiaoxi, who was on the stage, look at it, and he was greatly relieved.

It's just that Guo Rong has never worked the truth.

So, the first attempt, it seemed a bit rushed.

So much so that when others overflowed from the top of their heads, he was still pondering the question of how to start.

This made He Yun look at it, and his face couldn't help but sink.

"Chang Kai has been appointed by the county government, and he has to hold the seal of the county lieutenant, and he may come back at any time......"

"If this son cannot condense the truth into words before he returns......"

"I'm afraid I can't protect him!"

Truth has no duty, it is just words on paper.

Although he condensed three words, he was far better than the new middle talent, but the humane power of the county government was not on his side.

Even if he barely protected Guo Rong in this school, how could he protect Guo Rong I.

Thinking of this, He Yun couldn't help but sigh: "Uncle Guo, I have what you entrusted!"

Thinking about this, suddenly, in the classroom, there is light and generous.

A dignified and upright sentence word rises from a person's body!

Looking at the direction, it seems to be where Guo Rong is.

This made He Yun happy in his heart, but when he looked at it, he showed disappointment again: "Why is Wang An?!"

At this time, Guo Rong also gave up the idea of cohesion.

It's not that he can't do it, but he suddenly found that he was afraid that if he released a random thought, he would scare the mortals in this academy to death.

Because, his thoughts are not just thoughts!

Among them, the secrets of the epoch that are known and seen, and the mysteries of heaven and earth that are heard and encountered.

Even a little spill can twist everyone in this academy into monsters.

Even if he empties everything, he just thinks about the basics.

Thoughts that overflow will also turn into untouchable thoughts.

Mortals can be crushed by the flow of information just by feeling it.

No way, even if he doesn't admit it himself.

But the truth is, for the mortals of this heaven and earth.

He is a high-dimensional being, an indescribable thing, the source of terror and taboos!

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The Condor descended from the sky and landed on the square in front of the school, its huge wings, curled up behind its back, and a pair of azure eagle pupils looked around at everything around it.

"Zhou Qing, the head of the Xielu Academy, welcome the Holy Son!" Dozens of school teachers wearing hedgehog crowns and green robes surrounded Zhou Qing and stepped forward, everyone looked at Ouyang Changjing who was riding on the divine eagle with awe, and their eyes showed fear.

For Xuanguo, the Holy Land is not a simple relationship between superiors and subordinates.

It's a strict subjectivity!

For the Holy Land, the so-called Xuanguo is actually just a house slave.

They were but slaves who shepherded sheep and tended their property.

As a result, it is common for them to come and go as soon as they are summoned, and to scold and kill at will.

"That City God God has really completely dissipated?" Ouyang Changjing looked at the people in the academy in front of him and asked.

"Returning to the Holy Son, today we are waiting to investigate the Divine Treasure, and we see that there is nothing unknown......"

"All the mortals sent to prospect for the mine have all returned safely!"

Ouyang Changjing listened, ecstatic.

Divine treasures and spiritual mines are treasures buried deep in the earth.

It is also a source of ominous and terrifying.

They are gifts and curses.

Because, in essence, these divine treasures and spiritual ores are actually the manifestation of the body after death of the great power that has passed away.

However, the hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen, and for the might, the death of the flesh is not real death.

Their spirituality and divine power will remain immortal for a long time, and they will reside in the divine treasures and spiritual mines manifested in the flesh, becoming ominous existences, turning into a source of terror that asks for spirit and blood from the living.

Many forbidden lands and Jedi were transformed in this way.

A long time ago, the forbidden land and the Jedi might have been a holy place at its peak, or even the location of the Immortal Dynasty and the Divine Court.

Countless powerful monks, saints and immortal kings have preached and taught there.

But one day, a big change came.

When a strong enemy comes to attack, he breaks the holy land.

Kill the Lord of the Holy Land and slaughter the whole of the Holy Land.

and bury it entirely, erase the traces of its existence from heaven and earth, and impose all kinds of seals.

The people who died in it, for millions of years, resentment and unwillingness were entangled, turned into ominous existences, longing to reappear in the world and taste the warmth and coldness of the world.

And anyone who takes the initiative or accidentally steps into the forbidden land and the Jedi will be torn apart by this ominous horror, and even refined into the living dead, becoming an ominous slave and a terrifying minions.

This is the secret of heaven and earth that only the core true transmission of the Holy Land can know.

It is also a secret that is firmly guarded and forbidden to be passed on.

The reason is, it's not just a taboo, it's also wealth.

If the unknown that remains in the divine treasures and spiritual ores can be purified, then the mineral deposits that have been manifested and impregnated by the life cultivation and infinite flesh and blood of the great power who had been dead for countless years can become the food of the monks.

The ancestor of the Xuanqing Holy Land, six thousand years ago, once discovered a shocking secret from a certain secret realm: before the era, there was a supreme divine court that dominated the heavens and the earth.

However, after all, He did not survive the calamity of the era, and was beaten down from dust and fell from heaven.

The orphans of the Divine Court, in order to avoid the pursuit of the enemy, went incognito, migrated to this mountain and river, and rebuilt the Divine Court between the Xuanqing Immortal Mountain and the Qingying Divine River.

However, tens of thousands of years ago, the descendants of the Divine Court still failed to escape the enemy's pursuit after all, and were found by a strong enemy.

In the end, the last god king of the Divine Court fought a bloody battle with the great enemy on the sky, the blood of the gods was sprinkled on the heavens and the earth, and the supreme holy scriptures of the suppression of the Divine Court were also torn apart.

As a result, the Divine Court was buried under these tens of thousands of miles of land.

Therefore, the patriarch of the Xuanqing Holy Land deliberately left the fertile soil of Zhongzhou and came to this poor countryside to establish the Holy Land.

For six thousand years, the successive Holy Lords of the Xuanqing Holy Land have been keeping this secret, and have continued to test the power of the buried Divine Court by supporting the Xuanguo.

Now, there is finally hope!

A god in the Divine Court has finally dissipated!

For the first time in 6,000 years, such a thing has happened.