Call!

After half a burnt incense, the air fluctuated slightly, and in front of Wang Qingyuan, an afterimage gradually condensed, slowly revealing the figure of a middle-aged man.

Looking at the young man lying on the ground, the middle-aged man frowned: "I really don't know the severity, how can ordinary people who have not yet built a foundation be able to withstand the empowerment of divine power and true meaning, and once the ancestral divine court sinks, this life can be regarded as not waking up." ”

But soon, the middle-aged man showed a little smile again: "At a young age, Qin'er created almost second-order supernatural powers, and even the will of heaven and earth descended, condensing the inherited supernatural power seeds, if it weren't for the tricks and still immature, it could already be regarded as second-order." ”

As soon as he thought of this, the middle-aged man sighed and looked at Wang Qingyuan again: "It's a pity that this is the first time that the true meaning inheritance that is closest to the state of mind of creating the Fa has been wasted like this. ”

After thinking about it, he grabbed Wang Qingyuan, the middle-aged man did not move, and after a few breaths, he saw that the figure of Wang Qingyuan in his hand gradually became illusory, and after a few breaths, it became an afterimage, and soon disappeared.

The sun was setting, and the disciples of Hun Tian Peak who had entered the mountain continued to return.

"Somebody lying there! There's wolf blood on them!"

"It's him!"

......

The chill of the winter nights was heavy, it was colder in the mountains, and the ice under the eaves was thicker.

In the thatched house, the lights were flickering, and the lights were flickering, and Wang Qingyuan was pulled up by the cold, he first shook his head violently, his head hurt a little, and then he noticed that something was wrong.

"In my ancestral court, this is ......"

Wang Qingyuan was shocked, at this moment, in his Divine Court Consciousness Sea, a round of sun one foot high suddenly appeared, floating under the seeds of time, the golden sunlight was warm, not blazing, nor dazzling, just suspended in the sky above the Consciousness Sea, illuminating the entire Divine Court like a holy realm.

The spiritual power slowly approached, and he did not feel the slightest burning meaning, but easily penetrated into it, and in an instant, a wave of enlightenment surged into his heart.

"Seeking the sun!" The rising sun shines on the earth, infinitely bright......

After half a stick of incense.

Wang Qingyuan opened his eyes, his gaze became a little complicated, although he didn't know what the abnormality in the ancestral divine court was, but he got a magical power called "Ascending Sun Finger" from it, this is a fingering, yang and pure, but there is no lack of sharpness, it is a magical power that can only be comprehended and practiced after the foundation of the person in the cultivation has been established.

"Lingzhou Yang family, Yang Qin!"

Wang Qingyuan took a deep breath, such an experience was like a dream, a mysterious woman, she actually taught him a newly created supernatural power that had reached at least the third order realm, and the feeling at that moment was like a god, and in the face of that finger, he couldn't give birth to the slightest resistance.

Of course, although he has to inherit this fingering now, the trajectory of various vitality movements, and the meridian routes he walks are vivid, but it is impossible to learn it immediately, that requires him to successfully build a foundation and practice his own vitality, and at present, he can only learn to use some of the most superficial means.

Looking at the bright moon outside the window, hanging high for nine days, Wang Qingyuan must have meditated and breathed in his heart.

......

The cold wind gradually rose, and at the end of the first month after the beginning of winter, it was already snowing heavily in the Hun Tian Peak.

Clusters of snowflakes, a pool of blue lake has already condensed into jasper, and then spread a layer of snow-white felt, only a piece of plum blossoms on the shore remains, and the fragrance spreads for ten miles, and enters the heart and lungs.

The Taoist priest quietly practiced martial arts, and the boxing frame of the seven-layer "Xuantian Gong" remained unchanged, and then it was a trip to the Five Elements Boxing, which was also decent; Wang Qingyuan also practiced as usual, as in the past.

For most of the month, three meals a day of demon tiger broth tonic, Wang Qingyuan practiced day and night, the fourth layer of "Xuantian Gong" was also like a bamboo, and he completely entered the state of perfection the day before yesterday, and even asked the Taoist priest for benefits before the hour before yesterday, and the various passes of the fifth layer of "Xuantian Gong" were gradually opened, and only some understandings were missing.

At this moment, the fourth-layer consummate "Xuantian Gong" burst out, full of qi and blood, Wang Qingyuan's footsteps were slightly wrong, and as soon as the breath around his body changed, he stood up on the yin and yang pile, and at the same time, he slowly raised his hands and began to use the fist frame of the fourth-layer "Xuantian Gong" to promote the flow of qi and blood.

Moreover, an invisible fluctuation emerged from Wang Qingyuan's body, and in the east of the Ancestral Divine Court, two points of stars appeared, echoing each other, like two towering double horns, and even Wang Qingyuan's temperament changed suddenly.

If Wang Qingyuan was only sharp and sharp before, then now there is more ancient and vicissitudes, and there is a trace of domineering and grandeur, as if it has been brewing for a long time.

Such a change in temperament was given to Wang Qingyuan after the first retraining of "Time Knife", and when the fourth layer of "Xuantian Gong" was completed, Wang Qingyuan worked hard to penetrate the second star aperture, and the first star position was really lit up on that day.

With the deepening of the cultivation of "Time Knife", as time passed, Wang Qingyuan felt more and more profound, and it was hard to imagine what it would be like if he cultivated to the thirteenth realm and mastered the power of time.

At this moment, Wang Qingyuan hooked his spiritual power, infiltrating every inch of his body, flesh and muscles, between his muscles and bones, his qi and blood were rushing, and he began to run and flow with the layers of "Xuantian Gong" fist frames, walking to every corner of his body.

From the first layer of "Xuantian Gong" to the fourth layer, although the practice of the boxing frame was a little slower than before, but when Wang Qingyuan completed the fourth layer of "Xuantian Gong", the boxing frame changed, and he naturally stepped into the fifth layer.

After half a stick of incense.

The consumption of qi and blood in the flesh was intense, and there was a feeling of hunger in his abdomen, Wang Qingyuan stopped moving, but at this time, his whole body was steaming, his body was ruddy, his blood was scorching, and the two hundred and six bones in his body transmitted a faint tingling sensation.

......

Wang Qingyuan sighed with emotion, less than a month ago, he was only the second layer of the foundation building skill, and even practiced hard for nearly a year, but he didn't expect that after coming to this Xuantian Dao Mountain Hun Tian Peak, he had so many encounters, and even the world-famous ten-layer foundation building skill "Xuantian Gong" of Xuantian Dao was also cultivated to the fifth layer in a short period of time, if it was in Yicheng, it would never be unimaginable.

Wang Qingyuan frowned, with the deepening of the skill of "Xuantian Gong", the more you go to the back, the more mysteries of the human body are involved.

Now, Wang Qingyuan seems to have reached a bottleneck, the consummation of the fifth layer of "Xuantian Gong", I am afraid that it is not so easy to be promoted, spiritual power is not omnipotent, so many years of familiarity with the sage classics, and even more than a year of reading the Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures of various accumulation, to now, I am afraid that there is a tendency to gradually exhaust.

An hour later, Hun Tian Peak.

As the moon rose, the courtyard was still cold, and the brazier was lit, setting aside the lamp oil and the condensed ink ingots to slowly dissolve.

Wang Qingyuan grinds ink, half a little finger-long ink strip is already difficult to grasp, some stinky ink ripples in the inkstone with a missing corner, reflecting the dancing flames, the ink ripples, the fire is broken, like a silver flower blooming.

Soak the knotted rabbit pen in warm water and remove a few of the stray hairs, which look like it can no longer be used several times.

A piece of burnt yellow hemp paper was spread out, Wang Qingyuan dotted the ink, dipped it in water, and put down the pen.

The ink on the tip of the pen condensed into beads, Wang Qingyuan gathered his mind, and pulled open an ink mark, his pen and ink are not complicated, and can even be said to be simple. The pen falls, the ink rises

In the beginning of antiquity, who preached it?

The top and bottom are not formed, why should they be tested?

Who can be the best?

Feng Yi is only like an image, how can he know it?

Light and dark, but what is the time?

The triad of yin and yang, what is the origin and what is the transformation?

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No matter what season it is, the morning sun is mild, and it is fiery red, illuminating the land of Kyushu.

Chen Shi cultivated, Wang Qingyuan did not go, after Chen Shi, he slowly carried the medicine basket on his back and walked towards the deep mountains of Xuantian Dao.

On the shore, in front of the second courtyard facing the water.

At this time, a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old stood with his hands in his hands, with a seemingly simple silk green robe on his body, and beside him, there were several young people clustered, looking at the young man in the green robe one by one, all of them were full of awe, and even in the depths of those pairs of pupils, there was deep envy.

The only son of Jiang Qing, the second rank of the Ming Yang Marquis of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is a member of the royal family!

Even in this Xuantian Dao Hun Tian Peak, Jiang Zichen has a temperament that is difficult to hide, like a divine dragon above the nine heavens, unconsciously making ordinary people ashamed of themselves.

This is only the family background and origin can be given, born in the most fertile land in Zhongzhou, from the beginning of the toddler enlightenment, for the royal family, the royal family has its own more than 5,000 years to follow the law, all kinds of heritage accumulation and breeding, even if it is a congenital frail offspring, it is almost impossible to be born.

"It turns out that this outer courtyard is not all mediocre people, although the foundation is not good, but there is great perseverance and ambition, not arrogant or impatient, even if it is medium-level, the future achievements will not be unexpected. ＂

Wang Qingyuan, is this kind of person?

Beside Jiang Zichen, all the young people were suspicious in their hearts, and their thoughts fluctuated.

The moment he stepped into the mountains and forests, Wang Qingyuan's waist slowly straightened, his black cloth was scattered, his eyes broke through the chaos, and he showed a little jealousy at this time.

From the moment he walked past the shore of the water, a gaze fell on him, and it was not until he walked into the mountains and forests that he finally retracted.

Jiang Zichen!

Mingyang Hou Jiang Qing, the only son of a rare top master in the world, has a lot of things that Wang Qingyuan can't figure out, if he really sees some clues, Wang Qingyuan is not surprised.

However, at the moment, not to mention the realm of Jindan, the intersection of dragons and tigers is to build a Dao foundation and nurture the vitality of heaven and earth, which is not as simple as imagined.

......

Wang Qingyuan is like a wind, walking through the deep mountains and old forests, the heavy snow covers the mountains, and at a glance it is covered in silver, and it is white, for the ordinary disciples of the outer courtyard, the collection of medicine has undoubtedly increased the great difficulty.

But Wang Qingyuan didn't care at all, his spiritual power shrouded a radius of ten zhang, everywhere he passed, up and down in all directions, nothing could escape his perception, and even now, without some small means, he was able to complete the daily amount of medicine by himself.

However, today is a little different, the collection of medicine is only secondary, he let go of his steps, and went further into the old forest of Xuantian Dao Mountain, "Xuantian Gong" He reached the bottleneck, and the fifth layer of kung fu is difficult to complete, now he has to seek breakthroughs and understanding, constantly put himself in danger, if he does not die, he often has the opportunity to break and stand up.

"There are not even demon beasts in Xuantian Dao Mountain, and with my fifth-level Xuantian Gong's kung fu, it is enough to protect myself.