The indescribable artistic conception of the avenue burst out, and instantly swept away the panic of the rising sun.

At this moment, the rising sun, the mind and will are all filled with the endless artistic conception of life.

Suddenly, Xuyang blessed his heart, and then he remembered the picture scroll taken out by the national abbot Lu Tianhou during the ring competition, and the content he remembered. A rudimentary form of the Tao slowly took shape in his brain.

"Fu Zhaozhao was born in the underworld, Youlun was born in the formless, the spirit was born in the Tao, the form was born in the essence, and all things were born in the form......"

Everything in heaven and earth is born in form and will never come for no reason. Just as bright things are born from darkness, and tangible things are born from the formless, and spiritual thoughts are born from the Tao......

Being born in yin and yang, with a body, will eventually return to the origin and form chaos......

"I see......"

For a long time, but in Xuyang's perception, only a moment has passed.

Then he muttered to himself: "The picture scroll taken out by Guozhang Lu Tianhou is a kind of anti-heaven Dao cultivation method, and this anti-heaven method is definitely called 'Chaos Jue'! It's a pity that the time I have spent on meditation is too short, and I haven't memorized all the contents of it!"

"Even so, I have comprehended a lot of the artistic conception of life, which almost makes my artistic conception reach a small success!"

From the incomplete "Chaos Formula", Xuyang understood his way and the path he was going to take. Everything in heaven and earth has its origin, and will eventually return to chaos.

And chaos and rhyme give birth to debut, Tao gives birth to one, and from one life to two, two to three, and three to all things......

If everything is reversed, it will return to oneness and return to chaos.

The confused Xuyang finally had a way forward, as if an invisible shackle on his body had been opened by him, making him feel relaxed all over.

As soon as Xuyang raised his hand, the Dao rhyme naturally formed, and the Dragon Knife slashed through a mysterious trajectory, and black broken lines appeared in the space, extending to the distance of Huangquan Pond before disappearing.

Unlike all the moves he had performed before, at this moment, he felt that the shattered space was completely under his control.

It's a wonderful feeling, and maybe that's the real introduction to supernatural powers. When one day, he can cultivate this trick to the fullest, and after forming a sword, all things in heaven and earth will return to chaos. At that time, he will attain the supreme path.

This knife was named "Reverse Sky" by him!

Putting away the Dragon Sword, Xuyang then grabbed it with his big hand, and the space around him seemed to turn into a black dot that appeared in his palm.

Then, the black dots then collapsed suddenly, bursting with intense vitality and pouring towards his palm.

This palm is his comprehension of the mystery of chaotic rhyme, and the artistic conception of life that he has realized can instantly replenish his lost longevity vitality.

In the future, when he burns the essence and blood Shou Yuan again, he will use this method to instantly replenish everything he has lost.

Behind him, the rattling sound from the paper door became stronger and clearer, as if it had reached a critical point, and the next moment it would collapse, and then an endless yin wind would pour in.

Xuyang raised his eyes and looked around, muttering: "Life is death, death is life, the cycle of life and death, reincarnation continues." ”

Although Xuyang only comprehended the realm of the artistic conception of life, when he comprehended the incomplete chaos technique, he had already realized the true meaning of the Dao.

He realized that the teleportation array door with the word "death" written on it had a glimmer of life in it.

He knows that there is often only a thin line between life and death, and sometimes, it is obviously a dead end, but there is a trace of vitality.

And inside the portal of "life", it is not necessarily the way of life, there are many crises inside, and if you are not careful, you will die without life.

At this time, Xuyang has long been out of the youth when he first debuted, and he has already understood how to go on the road in the future.

Cultivating the Tao and the artistic conception of the Tao is the key to comprehending the supernatural powers. After the artistic conception of life, it is the artistic conception of death, thinking of life, thinking of death, only by seeing through the life and death of the world, can we fully understand this artistic conception.

His current experience is still shallow, but he has comprehended Xiaocheng's artistic conception of life, not to mention the artistic conception of death, and after realizing the artistic conception of life and death, it is reincarnation.

Xuyang looked at the stone tablet with Huangquan Pond written on it again, felt the trembling of the gray stone in his heart, and a longing color appeared in his eyes.

"This stele must be a rare treasure. Unfortunately, my sixth sense tells me that as long as I move this stele, there will be a great terror coming. At present, I am not able to resist this kind of crisis, and when I am successful in my cultivation, I will definitely come back here!"

With a certain thought in mind, Xuyang flew to the portal with the word "death" written on it without hesitation, and disappeared into it in a flash.

"Boom ......"

The moment Xuyang entered the Death Word Teleportation Array Gate, an indescribable sadness poured into his mind, causing him to completely fall into this sad emotion.

In his perception, it was not until a long time had passed that he was freed from this sad emotion.

In fact, this sad emotion is nothing more than something that happens in an instant.

A black glow emerged from the teleportation array, and the body that enveloped the rising sun swept through like a streamer, and in just an instant, it threw him out.

Before his eyes, there was a gray world. There was nothing but a long arched bridge of black stones for hundreds of miles.

"Hmm, didn't I enter the portal? Why are you here?"

His mind scanned the surroundings and saw that it was a gray world, empty except for the arched stone bridge.

"Hehe, it's actually a world of illusions, although I can't break the illusion ban here, but I won't indulge in it. ”

Xuyang looked around and muttered to himself, and his body moved in the air.

After a short time, Xuyang's body stopped. In front of his eyes, a stone tablet that was more than thirty feet tall appeared. On the bright red stone stele, there is a demonic aura.

"The gate of hell, the Yellow Spring Pool, the gate of life and death, and now there is a point of no return. Is this the land of the Nine Shadows?"

Xuyang looked at these three big characters full of vicissitudes of life, and the stone tablet said "Point of No Return"!

Whether the illusion world here is real or false, Xuyang is not interested in carefully discerning. His gaze fell on the word "point of no return" again, and he was silent.

After a while, his eyes flickered, and he secretly said in his heart: "No return...... No Return...... It means just take a step. Can't come back......"

Xuyang's eyes flickered, staring at the black stone bridge for a long time, he kept observing the arched stone bridge, and his footsteps never stepped on it.

"It's not a way to go down here, just let me see what the mystery of this arched stone bridge is. Xuyang looked at the black stone bridge in front of him and suddenly stepped forward.

Xuyang walked forward cautiously, this road of no return seemed to be extremely long, but after walking on it, the object in front of him immediately changed, and the length of the black stone bridge under his feet immediately shrank, becoming only about a hundred zhang.

Xuyang secretly guessed: "If it weren't for the ban on air here. Then you only need to accelerate with all your might, and you can leap through in a few breaths. In this way, you can only move forward slowly and step by step, and you must not accelerate suddenly. ”

He looked at the less than 100 feet of the distance, took a deep breath, and walked forward.

Every step of the way, Sunrise is engrossed.

When he walked out of Shizhang, suddenly the gray mist around him suddenly became thicker. There seemed to be countless people behind him, and the noisy communication sound came, and it was chaotic.

Subconsciously, Xuyang was about to look back, but at the moment when he was about to turn back, he stopped abruptly.

Xuyang's face was gloomy, and after a few silences, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to walk forward.

This one goes. It's ten zhang again.

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering roar behind him, and even the bridge deck trembled.

Xuyang immediately stabilized his body, this roar was extremely familiar to him, and it was clearly the voice of the eight-armed demon that appeared in Bixiao City.

A cold breath blew from behind him, and Xuyang closed his eyes and didn't scan with his divine thoughts.

Since this place is called the point of no return, it is expressed between the lines that once you step on this bridge, you will not be able to turn around rashly.

If only that's it, but under Sunrise's analysis, this place will never be so simple. It is very likely that not only can you not go back, but you can't turn your head back, and even most likely, you can't look back.

In short, everything must be carried out according to the word "no return", and if there is a mistake in the meantime, maybe a great terror will befall him, and he will be buried here.

Although he couldn't turn back, and he couldn't look at it with his divine thoughts, Xuyang could imagine that he could feel the cold aura so closely, and there was only one possibility, that is, the eight-armed demon that had been conjured up was clinging to his back.

However, although Xuyang's eyes were shocked, they were not chaotic. The eight-armed monster is dead, it can't be here, it must be some kind of illusion.

At this moment, a grim arm on his right side suddenly flashed away. Sunrise's pupils shrank suddenly. That arm was clearly one of the arms of the eight-armed monster.

A trace of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he squinted to see that there were traces of yin qi corrosion on his right shoulder. It has a pungent smell.

Xuyang calmed his mind, and after taking a deep breath, his eyes gradually calmed down. His steps were still calm, and he walked forward gently.

Around his body, the eerie arm haunted more and more frequently, the roar behind him, and the exhaled breath, blowing against the hem of his robe, a bloodthirsty killing intent, suddenly came from behind him.

Xuyang looked at his rattling robe, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If only he was a little unsure. Especially after seeing the corrosion marks on his right shoulder, he was even more unsure if it was really a hallucination.

But now, when he saw his clothes being blown away, he no longer had the slightest doubt in his heart. He could be absolutely sure that this was illusion.

The reason for all this is that there is a huge flaw in the swing of the clothes.

The thing behind him was an eight-armed demon in the mythical realm, if it was really so close to him, just by blowing a breath, it would definitely make him fly far away.

But now it seems that he can only let his clothes wave.