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This path, sometimes through the void, sometimes into the underworld, sometimes on the pulse of the order of heaven and earth, along the waves, sometimes into the void, almost to face the intertwined endless brilliance......

The journey was bizarre and difficult to describe.

The figure was just a flash, and Fang Yuan had crossed that distance. No matter how long or how short it is, hundreds of millions of miles are only an inch, and they can be reached in a flash. Even if it is strange along the way, it is only cautious, concentrated, and more cautious.

All the way down, those huge creatures that look like strange monsters are gradually rare, and after walking more than a dozen distances, there are not a few, unlike at the beginning, at a glance from afar, there are thousands of people gathered there, I don't know where to go.

Almost there.

The changes in the glow are changing rapidly, becoming more and more mysterious and inexplicable, but they all reveal the same meaning and are about to arrive one by one.

Ahead, as before, it was lonely and gloomy, quiet and distant, and there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary.

It was only the light of Da Luo that suddenly trembled slightly, as if he had taken something, filtering out something, and Fang Yuan knew that he had crossed a certain boundary, and he was really about to come into contact with that place.

The light of Da Luo trembled slightly, and the light on it flowed one after another, as if it was communicating with some being.

The light must be certain, and a pressure arises spontaneously, suppressing his heart, suppressing his mind, instantly capturing the soul that has been polished and carved for hundreds of millions of years, and instantly shattering the indifferent and eternal mentality of billions of years, and turning it into nothing.

In the face of this unknown majestic force, all the perseverance will, the unswerving Dao heart, the unswerving faith, and the meditation state that cannot be thought of or born are all floating clouds and foreign bodies.

Go straight to the root of the living soul and ask the truth.

These ethereal, abstract, idealistic things are not much different from the real thing, the same as the mana, and crushing them, the same as crushing the flesh, is just a gesture.

At this moment, Fang Yuan seemed to have turned into a mortal again, and hundreds of millions of thoughts suddenly appeared.

Fear, excitement, fear, regret......

Escape, suicide, despair, unwillingness......

Hundreds of millions of thoughts poured out, strife, difficult for themselves, and then all of them were silent in an instant, like a dream, and before Fang Yuan woke up, they all poured out again, continuing to fight.

Over the years, I have practiced and carved my mind, as if it were just a piece of smoke and sand, and in vain there is not the slightest echo in the flowing water.

In the face of that pressure, all different levels of existence, whatever it is, are all jokes, even if you have higher potential, but you are not now, then, too, useless, to be cut off here.

All thoughts are mixed, this is all yourself.

At this moment, Fang Yuan, the only thing he knew was this, he was facing his own heart and looking directly at his own heart.

Throwing away all external forces and all arms and aids, it is like throwing a person naked and naked in the barren snow, and he can only rely on himself to come out by himself.

Anger, shame, irritation, shyness, timidity......

Unwillingness, desire, revenge, greed, murderous intent......

Facing your own heart, listening to your own heart, a hundred times in an instant, high and low, or passionate and upward, or low and gloomy, difficult to generalize, can not look directly.

It turns out that I have always been, always am, a mortal.

"It's all me. Fang Yuan listened to his own heart, muttering to himself, say to himself.

"Seven emotions and six desires, greed, hatred, ignorance, and attachment, these are the roots of living beings, life, wisdom, and innate instincts, which cannot be abandoned.

It's normal to have these thoughts. Seeing nature clearly, it is not too forgetful, nor is it empty of the four majors, but it is to penetrate oneself, understand oneself, not stick to one's mood, not constrained by ordinary dust, do what you want, and do not exceed one's own rules. Fang Yuan said slowly and clearly word by word.

Although there is no one around, he is, himself, the audience, and the speaker.

"The immortal has a clear heart, and the saint has a fixed mind. Fang Yuan looked directly at his heart, his words were chiseled and unforgettable, and said: "What I want is to be eternal, to be at ease, and to transcend!"

Clearly, the mind is established, hundreds of millions of distracting thoughts come one after another, surging, even if they are submerged, they are unswerving, but they are more and more bright, more and more bright.

Shape a fairy heart, and hundreds of millions of dust are locked.

Now the dust is gone, illuminating the mountains and rivers!

The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and all the disturbances could no longer interfere with his thoughts, and they became clearer and clearer.

Huiguang flashed in his eyes, Fang Yuan woke up, looked at his hands, and sighed: "I will finally see the Immortal Saint in the past and the present, and I will no longer be the red dust of the old time." Immortal Dao has the heart to say that it is true, and looking back is no longer mortal. ”

"I have seen the gate of the True Immortal. ”

Immortals are still people, but they are clear-sighted.

Good or good, it's me, or evil, it's me.

Anger is me, fear is me, unwillingness is me, greed is me...... All kinds of thoughts are me, do not escape, do not retreat, and face them calmly.

From the heart, to me.

No pretentiousness, all thoughts are true,

Obedient to one heart, it is for the true immortals!

To this day, Fang Yuan's mentality is truly in line with the Immortal Dao, and he understands the immortal and knows the mentality of the true immortal.

Immortals know their hearts, where their hearts want to go, and where their bodies are going, so they want not to be bound to the world and go beyond things, this is the mind of the immortals, and it is also the appearance of the immortals.

"Like, what's missing?" It was as if everything before was a dream, everything was as it was, but Fang Yuan always felt as if something was missing, so he calmed down and looked at himself.

"That mentality has been erased. Fang Yuan sighed lightly, a little regretful.

Is this considered a foreign body and not recognized?

That kind of method of rubbing time, Fang Yuan still hasn't comprehended much of the subtlety. It's too rough, and the movement is too big, not enough to moisturize things silently, not to that extent. Now it's lost, it's not a pity, there is no such reference, and the efficiency is greatly reduced!

Feeling that he seemed to be a little dependent, Fang Yuan's heart paused, and he was silent for a moment, reminiscing carefully, getting to the bottom of it, going back and forth, and after sorting it out, he dispelled this thought.

Ahead, in the haze, there seemed to be a lotus bone closed, and even those lotus leaves were wrapped around it, clumped together, curled up, glowing slightly, and sleeping quietly there.

The light of Da Luo is also a force, calming and soothing the restlessness of this glow inside.

It seemed to sense Fang Yuan's arrival, or maybe it sensed the approach of that glow.

On the lotus bone, a petal of colorful and purple lotus leaves slowly opened and bloomed, with distinct layers, intertwined with each other, scattering a drop of light, melting into nothingness, and merging into that piece of brilliance.

The buds trembled, and then suddenly with a bang, a petal bloomed, and at this moment, the light and rain filled the sky, drowning this unknown nothingness, and between the silence, a vast space was opened up.

In the blink of an eye, it was still 300 billion light years, and countless real small worlds floated underneath, and in the next moment, it skyrocketed to a trillion trillion levels, and the middle thousand worlds also bubbled out of the void in groups.

The petals bloomed one after another, the ultimate in splendor, so beautiful that it bewitched people's minds, at this moment, the order of heaven and earth in this desolate continent disappeared without a trace, and they escaped into the underworld, no longer showing their heads.

At this moment, Fang Yuan clearly felt a shackle that was invisible and traceless, only in the dark feeling, and disappeared. The repressive shackles that restrict, that block everything that is out of line, are lost here.

With a slight stroke of his hand, a galaxy gushed out, extending for a trillion miles in an instant, rushing all the way towards the level of tens of millions of light years, without any hindrance or suppression.

The palm fingers were slightly opened, and all things were taken under the palm, and hundreds of millions of small worlds were pulled out of the void, and then they were all scattered and turned into ashes in an instant. A little mysterious light lit up in the smoke and dust, shining on the world, and a small world slowly came out.

Then probe your hand to touch it, shape the innocent show, create the mystery, and in an instant all kinds of creatures turn into virtual shadows from the void, intertwined with each other, history is shaped here, grievances and hatreds are formed, and between ignorance, from the illusory to the real, and the incarnation comes out.

"It's good, it's nice to be free from the constraints and to be able to really make a move. Fang Yuan smiled and looked at this newly born small world, which counted hundreds of millions of light years, and said with a smile: "Stretch your hands and feet a little, it's really much lighter." ”

The three thousand lotus petals fell one by one, and an ethereal Dao sound faintly came, and even the light of Da Luo couldn't stop shaking under such an impact.

The glow trembled, jumped out of it, shone brightly, and shone on the lotus, and suddenly the light of Da Luo trembled even more.

The glow of the sun was stunned, and then it shuddered.

At this time, the light of Da Luo is also working hard, a deep and inexplicable long river emerges from the depths, looking at the flowers, permeating and precipitating a heavy sense of history of the years, Zhuo Yao has an all-encompassing Da Luo temperament, instantly penetrating all obstacles, falling on the lotus, and integrating into it.

The lotus flower trembled slightly, its form was blurred, as if it was about to escape from this world, and it shook the ground, cut through the void and returned, and landed in front of Fang Yuan's body, spinning lightly, transmitting a message.

Luo Tiandaolian.