Eighteen-style coiling dragon knife!

As soon as You Long came out, he was more than twice as strong as before, and his body was much more condensed, and at this moment, I believe that without the power of Huo Yuan, even ordinary people can see it with the naked eye.

Now, I also have the strength of Mo Ang at the beginning, his strength should be the completion of the condensation period, and I don't know which realm this cultivation is equivalent to immortal cultivation.

However, the story in Ming Tianjue needs to be understood by myself, and now I have completely obtained it so quickly, could it be that Grandpa Sun sealed his cultivation in this story and passed it on to me at an appropriate time?

At the beginning, the story of the immortal soldier He Huan was when I was in a dilemma of life and death, but the story of this demon soldier Mo Ang was given to me at this moment, is there any connection between this?

I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't figure out the connection between the two, maybe when I saw the next story and realized the power of the story, I would be able to find the connection.

There are still eleven months until October next year, and these hours should be enough for me to see the third story. But before that, since I have already condensed into the Yuan Shen Scroll, then these six soul splits*, I should also cultivate well.

The second scroll, which records the six souls*, was slowly opened by me at this moment, but there was nothing in it, it was completely blank.

Seeing this blank, I was stunned at first, and then couldn't help but show a smile, this grandfather Sun is so thoughtful.

The life soul was revealed, and the life soul with a wicked smile suddenly opened its eyes, and a few wisps of black gas swirled around its body, looking like a demon cultivator, but I knew very well that this was just a mutation caused by devouring five evil spirits.

The soul eye looked blank, but when the soul grabbed the scroll and slowly pulled it open, the content was revealed.

These six souls* should be said to be the first level, because the first layer is the complete awakening of the soul of life, but the second layer is no longer a text, but a painting.

The painting is very simple, very quaint, a few lines outline the formation of a person, but this person sits cross-legged on the ground, the sun above his head is not high, but slightly westward, surrounded by some simple trees, pulling long shadows. And the strange thing about this painting is that there is no shadow of this person alone.

There are a few lines of small characters in the upper right corner of the painting, and the words say: No light does not form a shadow, no shadow does not form a phase, the shadow is alone with it, and the soul awakens to the shadow.

These twenty words are extremely transparent, and the shadow is the second life soul, which should also be called the shadow soul. When the soul is fully awakened, it is the time to awaken the shadow soul, and this person has no shadow, which means that the shadow soul has been fully awakened and can be incorporated into the body, or some other use. It's just that how to awaken this shadow, there is no explanation on this, and I really don't know.

Now that I think about it, I am really lonely, and I used to learn a little bit of the six souls*, and I thought that a person has only one soul, that is, the soul of life, and I still laughed at mortals in my heart and said that there are three souls and seven souls, but now, in addition to the soul of life, there is also a shadow soul, and from the two crosses, it should be possible to determine that the third soul is the soul of light, no light does not form a shadow, no shadow does not form a phase, when the shadow soul is fully awakened, it should be time to awaken the light soul.

Six Soul Divisions*, now that I have learned the first layer, I have divided a total of four wisps of Split Souls, one wisp in Qiu Hong's body, one wisp in Nanshan Dao Ren's body, one wisp in Zou Ruizhi's body, and one wisp in the body of the snake demon Wuming. There were two separate paths in Xiao Yu and Xiao Zheng before, and at that time, in order to let them temporarily replace my eyes, I had already taken them back when I came to this room, but is the story of these four people really what I need?

Shaking his head, it doesn't matter if I need it or not, my soul is so powerful at this moment, it is not a problem to divide a dozen or so wisps, why worry so much.

Putting away the scroll of the six soul splits*, I stared blankly at the last scroll left by Grandpa Sun in front of me, which was his Yuan Shen scroll.

When I was in the elixir realm, I saw the first story, and when I was in the false heaven realm, I saw the second story, and now that I am in the heavenly realm, this third story will definitely be able to be seen, but this time, what will I see?

The Yuan Shen scroll slowly opened, shining with golden light as always, and the hundreds of golden words were now incomparably strong to me.

There are eleven months left, it should be enough, if it is not enough, what I missed, it is all the arrangement of fate, Yueqingsi, whether you and I are really fateful, it depends on what God does this time.

Stepping into the text, I slowly opened my eyes This is a forest, at a glance, vast, at this moment my soul, it should be said that it is the soul of Grandpa Sun, and the object of integration is a tree.

The inscription decided to write an inscription for a person, it must be because there is something different in this person, just like He Huan, she is because of love, love for the Immortal Emperor, so Grandpa Sun decided to write a story for her, and Mo Ang, also because of love, but also because of all kinds of secrets on his body, so he obtained an inscription.

Maybe this is not an honor for them, but at least, it is also a recognition of Grandpa Sun. But the tree in front of me, I am extremely ordinary, I don't understand, why Grandpa Sun would write an inscription for a tree.

Hey, no!

Chengtian said, at that time, Grandpa Sun was already very powerful, and even he was not his opponent, but the first story I saw, He Huan's story, was only in the Heavenly Realm? At that time, Grandpa Sun, who was already more powerful than the Immortal Emperor, would go to repair the inscription for a Heavenly Realm? Where did his high cultivation come from?

Either Chengtian is lying, or that person is not Grandpa Sun at all!

I was still immersed in thinking, but in the forest, there was a strong wind, which rose very suddenly, but after a few breaths, it stopped, and the tree I was possessing at the moment was no longer a tree, but a man with a little vicissitudes.

The man is very handsome, there is a love in his eyes, a kindness, and a deep sigh, the whole forest is gone, and in its place, there is a dense crowd of people, old and young, all handsome, but the special thing is that everyone has green hair, no matter how old or young, it is like this.

These people, or rather, these demons, are tree spirits!

"Grandpa Xing!"

A crisp child's voice sounded, and a little boy about six or seven years old ran over with his hands open and laughing, but when he approached the man, he tripped over a branch under his feet and fell to the ground with a "peng".

The man showed a hint of panic on his face, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the child up, but the little boy scratched his head and smiled "hehe", as if he didn't feel pain.

"Why are you so careless, did you fall and hurt?" The man's voice was slightly magnetic, very good, and with a hint of vicissitudes, it was even more indescribably attractive.

"No, Grandpa Xing, my father asked me to call you over. ”

"Well, let's go. ”

"Well, Grandpa Xing, I want you to carry me!"

The man laughed, the color of love in his eyes was even stronger, and he squatted down and said, "Come on, you are the naughtiest." ”

The child screamed and pounced, looking very happy, perhaps he was a relative of this man.

"Grandpa Xing, I forgot the song you taught me to sing last time, teach me to sing it again. ”

"You're the stupidest, you see Xiaotong and they have already learned, and I'll teach you again in the end."

"The spring breeze blows through the fields, the earth is full of green branches, you are dressed in white like snow, the smile on your face is even brighter, and you walk barefoot into the distance, towards the direction of the rising sun. The people in the field smiled and asked, "Where are you going?" you say, "Go to the purest world in your heart." The blue wind, the blue water, the white clouds of the heavenly steps, never regret it, you set foot on every piece of land with your life, in exchange for our eternal peace"

The man's voice was slightly hoarse, but he sang this gentle ballad, but it made the child's eyes full of confusion, even I, also drunk in this warm picture, as if a gentle spring breeze was blowing in my ears, and there was a hearty laughter, a calm, a comfortable man finished singing, and took out a flute from his arms, but this flute was not made of bamboo, but wood, like a not thick and long wooden branch, hollowed out of the inside, carved into a wooden flute.

The clear voice of the wooden flute sounded, and when the people around heard it, they all showed a comfortable face, and there was no violence in their eyes, but they were all peaceful.

The melodious sound of the flute spread to the distance, floating in the air, the eyes of the people around were more peaceful, the corners of their mouths unconsciously raised a smile, and everyone slowly stopped, for fear of disturbing this quiet moment.

"Ahem"

A light cough sounded, and all the spiritual realms were instantly broken, but the people around did not show any resentment, but just continued their previous actions, as if the flute just now was just a very small episode.

The man took the wooden flute and calmly looked at a figure in the distance, it was really the man who coughed lightly to interrupt the flute.

Slowly approaching, the little boy on the man's back seemed to slide down with some fear, and quietly slipped away from the side.

"Amu, stop!"

With a majestic voice, the little boy's body trembled, slowly stood up straight, and shouted timidly: "Grandpa Jiao!" lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

The man approached slowly, and I really saw Grandpa Jiao who made a light coughing sound. I saw him holding a crooked wooden cane, and there was a ruler of green vine on the wooden cane, and Grandpa Jiao's face was wrinkled like the roots of an old tree, his eyes were small, but he was extremely cold, although the whole person was old, although he was on crutches, he was standing straight, showing a supreme majesty.

The old and cold voice came out of Grandpa Jiao's mouth, this time not at the little boy named Amu, but at the man.

"Xing Gan, everyone is heading towards the holy tree, why are you going in the opposite direction?"

Xing Gan smiled and said calmly: "Amu Ta's father is looking for me." ”

"What?"

"I don't know!"

"Hmph, don't sing that woman again in the future, hurry up and gather at the sacred tree, I have something to announce. ”

"Good. ”

After Grandpa Jiao left, Amu breathed a long sigh of relief, patted his chest with a scared face, and complained to Xing Gan: "Grandpa Jiao is so terrible, he can't hide." ”

Xing Gan smiled and gently tapped Amu's head, and said with a smile: "No matter how you say that he is also the patriarch, he is not allowed to be so big or small in the future, he does things for our good." ”

Amu stuck out his tongue, shook his head fiercely, and didn't speak, Xing Gan saw it, he just smiled and continued to walk against the crowd