It took three days for Chen Xian to finally recuperate from his injuries. After recovering from his injuries, after learning that Ao Wanqing had returned to the West two days earlier, he left the Dragon King of the East China Sea and continued his journey.

On the road again, Chen Xian never encountered anything commendable, and followed the route of the year, all the way to Penglai Wonderland.

As soon as you enter Penglai Island, there are three old immortals of Fu Lushou sitting in town, and the quiet and peaceful atmosphere on the road calms Chen Xian's mood and walks leisurely on the island.

After looking in the direction of Baiyun Cave and finding that Samsung was not there, Chen Xian gave up the idea of visiting the landlord and fighting the autumn wind, and came directly to Penglai's largest scattered workshop city.

After stopping in front of Penglai Pavilion for a while, remembering that he had taught himself a lot of magic powers here and given him the origin of the Heavenly Dao, Chen Xian was somewhat emotional.

"I don't know who that old-timer is, who has passed on so many magical powers, what is his intention?" Chen Xian looked at the place where the old beggar used to sit and gnawed on pig's trotters, his eyes full of deep thought.

That master, disguised as a down-and-out master, described as a beggar, in this place where the immortals gathered, can be described as the only existence of the scorpion poop, at first I felt sloppy, but now it seems that it is really unusual, belonging to the kind of existence that stands out from the crowd (hindsight, I felt that it was a flock of chickens and cranes).

After thinking about it for a while, he really didn't have a clue, Chen Xian didn't think much about it, walked into Penglai Pavilion, and after buying some eye-catching gadgets inside, he left the island and flew towards Yingtai and Abbot Erdao.

After traveling all over the three mountains, Chen Xian turned around and went to the place where the 10,000-year-old ice silkworm was obtained, and stood for a while in the place where the ice silkworm had stayed.

Chen Xian also sighed a little, a treasure hunting battle between quasi-saints, there was a quasi-saint who blew himself up, it was simply a fire at the city gate, which affected the pond fish, not only seriously injured his own deity, but also shook the ice Jiao clone who had been with him for more than 200 years and had repeatedly performed miraculous feats into powder, which was really unlucky for his grandmother's family.

This Iceland is vast, barren and desolate, and there is no monk to come, it is very quiet, Chen Xian thought about it, and planned to cultivate here for the time being, sort out the past experience, and turn it into the power to attack the Daluo barrier and reserve.

With this thought, Chen Xian opened a quiet room under the ice, and after the ban was put on it, he was taken out of a futon and sat still, and in his mind, scenes flashed in his mind at the same time.

The experience of more than three hundred years in the two lives flashed together in his mind, thanks to Chen Xian's fusion of quasi-holy thoughts, and the divine thoughts were powerful, otherwise he would have been driven crazy by such crazy behavior.

There are more and more pictures, but Chen Xian gradually strengthens his efforts, and in the end, in his 118,800 thoughts, he is thinking about recalling his past, from the bits and pieces of his past life to the events of the past three hundred years in this life, all of which are replayed in every thought.

With such a high-intensity operation thought, the thought began to glow, even if Chen Xianna's thought was harder than the diamond diamond, it was a little unbearable, it melted and cracked, and it seemed to be broken and destroyed.

The divine soul is composed of these countless thoughts, if Chen Xian's thoughts are all destroyed, the divine soul will naturally be annihilated, and only a soulless powerful body will be left in place.

Chen Xian saw that Shen Nian didn't seem to be able to afford his crazy cultivation method, his brows furrowed, and the Eastern Emperor Bell emitted a clear bell sound in the Purple Mansion, and his divine soul immediately stabilized.

"Zhenshen Yin, suppress!" Chen Xian's heart moved, and the Zhenshen Seal immediately turned into a puff of ghostly light, putting all the 118,800 thoughts into it.

Under Chen Xian's control, the Zhenshen Seal only released a part of its power, only suppressing the thoughts, but not completely freezing them, and they were still able to operate.

Suppressed by the power of the Zhenshen Seal, Chen Xian's thoughts were relieved to melt and crack, and he continued to quickly recall his experience.

The burden of thoughts is still the same, just because it is suppressed by external forces, and it will not melt and crack for the time being, but this is only a way to treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

Chen Xian was thinking about countermeasures, but he thought of responding, only to see that they merged with each other in pairs, and their number was reduced by half. After the fusion, the thoughts were more than doubled, and because of the fusion, half of the picture suddenly disappeared, and the pressure on the soul was greatly reduced.

The pressure of the divine soul has been reduced, but Chen Xian is not very satisfied, because in this way, the efficiency of cultivation is slow, and it is tens of thousands of times slower (well, one thought is doubled), and the thought is so much less at once, it is simply a manifestation of cultivation not advancing but retreating.

However, Chen Xian was not panicked, because these thoughts could be combined and naturally divided, and when this cultivation was over, they would naturally recover again, so there was no need to worry.

"Since the number of divine thoughts is decreasing, let's speed up. Chen Xian's heart moved, and the picture that was originally moving like a movie in his mind seemed to be fast-forwarded, and the speed suddenly accelerated.

After half an hour like this, Shen Nian couldn't bear it again, and the two fused together, and Chen Xian also felt dizzy for a while, knowing that he had reached his limit, he immediately stopped and stared at his pranayama.

Now Chen Xian still has 29,700 thoughts, because the four thoughts are fused into one, and these thoughts, each of which has skyrocketed in size, has expanded from a small steel ball to the size of a glass marble, and the light on it is shining, like precious pearls.

After pranayama for more than an hour, all negative states were cleared, and Chen Xian returned to the state of clarity and spiritual light.

Just as he was about to continue to recall the past, find out the imperfections one by one, launch the practices that should be perfect at that time, and constantly find the shortcomings, so as to evolve his own leak-free Daluo Dao, Chen Xian's eyes suddenly flashed with the scene of the Peng Demon King competing for Jizhou Dingshi, that dim, cut the two halberd methods of yin and yang.

"I can finally see it clearly. Chen Xian smiled slightly, pulled out the oolong sword, imitated the moves of the Jinpeng Demon King, and swung the sword in his hand.

"Hum ......" The void trembled, Chen Xian found that there was a power in the void blessing on his body, and a sword was swung out, although he did not use the immortal yuan, nor did he activate the spiritual power of the oolong sword itself, but it still emitted a dazzling sword qi that was as bright as the sunset and morning light, and the sword qi passed everywhere, and ice chips flew in all directions.

"Good moves, but unfortunately it's not my way, what the Jinpeng Demon King understands should be the way of speed. Chen Xian put his sword back into its sheath and stood in place and thought.

Chen Xian has not yet clarified the "Dao" he should take, which is also a problem that many half-step Daluo powerhouses have to face, so they continue to increase their experience and do not hesitate to reincarnate, just hoping to find their own "Dao". After finding one's own way, one must understand it, and then master it, and after mastering one's own "way", it is the Daluo Golden Immortal who has mastered the way of Daluo.

Chen Xian still doesn't understand his "Dao", so he has to look back on the past, examine his original intention, and see what he wants, and what "Dao" can help him fulfill his wishes, that is, the "Dao" that he wants and is most suitable for himself.

After pondering for a long time, Chen Xian, who still couldn't see where his Tao was, continued to sit quietly and close his eyes and recall, many pictures flashed in his mind like light and shadow, and countless pictures of people, beasts, scenes, and things flashed like a horse, and fortunately, his divine thoughts were strong, so he could see these pictures clearly.

Chen Xian sat for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, a sense of vicissitudes suddenly appeared on his body. This sense of vicissitudes did not come for nothing, but he kept looking back on the past, and the feeling of divine thoughts had passed for a long time, which made him appear old.