The immortals who have not become immortals cannot fly, so they cannot perform Dao techniques above the nine heavens to move and hurry. He Yi led the horse all the way north, although the speed was fast, but it also caused a lot of trouble.

There are no princes within 100 million miles of Xuandu, but it is not that there are no strong people, on the contrary, the closer you get to the immortal capital, the more strong people will be. His movement is five steps in a section, and there are two large distances in one section, so that each change in the road may break into places that he does not understand. It's okay if it's all visible, he can stop his steps in advance and avoid it, but he can't see anything thousands of miles away.

When he left Xuandu for 10,000 miles and arrived at the edge of the Xuandu Municipality, the eastern sky was already white.

Originally, it only took a dozen hours to travel 10,000 miles at the speed of Taoism, but he accidentally broke into a place that he shouldn't have entered, and the trip was delayed. Fortunately, although he encountered a lot of things, most of them were just minor troubles, and he solved them one by one with some saliva and money, during which he also accidentally fought a few times, but the opponent was not very strong, and it did not bother him, but became a test stone for honing his new skills.

Gossip, it is said that when He Yi took the surviving dragon foal and appeared in a dense forest thousands of miles away from Xuandu, the morning sun had not yet appeared. He estimated the distance in his heart, and then took out the map given by General Hei and compared it to his position, and had a bottom in his heart.

100 million miles, one-seventh of the journey has gone, and the time has just passed, that is, "one day".

Further on is the territory of the Liaohou. Liaohou was born in the Wuwei camp and was once a great commander, and later stepped into the realm of life and death and left Xuandu. This person is the former minister of the Xuan Lord, as for more information, He Yi does not know.

The territory of the military marquis from the Wuwei camp is usually larger than that of the average marquis, and the Huojing County of Liaohou is about the size of a mung bean on the map, and the name is marked in small print. This county is more than a million miles in circumference, larger than a star, and it takes a long time to fly over it.

He Yi wanted to save time, but he was a little tired of the recent troubles, so after arriving in Huojing County, he temporarily dismissed the idea of using Taoism to hurry, turned over and jumped on horseback, and rode the dragon horse into the air.

The dragon horse was moved hundreds of millions of miles by the master, and finally had the opportunity to show his ability, and immediately spread the horse's hooves and galloped in the air, the speed was extremely fast, like a golden rainbow bridge across the sky.

Sitting in the saddle, there was no sense of bump in the dragon horse's running, and it was as stable as sitting on a big chair on the flat ground. He Yi's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and the tension caused by every move under the overnight rush slowly subsided.

God knows what he will bump into every step he takes, the screams from the repeated accidental entry into the house have already given him a headache, and it is the most distressing thing to plunge into the forbidden place of the Immortal Sect!

Compared to moving, the feeling of sitting on horseback and being blown by the breeze is simply a fairy enjoyment.

This experience made his desire for Qingming Realm a little stronger!

The dragon horse galloped, He Yi fell down weakly, hugged the horse's neck and sighed.

"Soon, as long as I meditate for another ten or twenty days, my cultivation will be able to reach the peak of unification! When the time comes, I will be able to have the ability to fly to the heavens and the earth. As long as he can fly, Lao Tzu will never move on the ground again for the rest of his life! Lao Tzu will fly for nine days and walk on the ozone layer!"

Letting out two roars in his heart, he didn't even sit up straight, and directly entered the cultivation state with a weak posture lying on the horse's back.

It's going to be a long time, and it's a waste of time not to make good use of it.

Cultivation, what he cultivates is not the flesh qi and blood, but the visualization of the wonderful method "Pure Heart Formula". At this time when the stomach is depressed, visualizing the picture of the mountains and rivers should have a good effect.

He Yi's consciousness was introverted, and he no longer paid attention to the outside world, but visualized in his mind a picture of mountains and ravines, a bend of clear water winding in the valley, and he sat cross-legged by the water's edge.

The picture was vague and illusory at first, the mountains had no details, just a towering blue thing, and the flowing water had no roots, just a river forcibly fabricated by the mind.

But as the dragon horse runs, his mind gradually calms down, and the depression caused by the transfer accident slowly begins to dissipate in this "quiet".

The mountains in my heart gradually took shape, some like bamboo shoots, some like coiling dragons, and some like turtles, all crawling on the earth. The water in my heart gradually became more energetic, flowing down from the upper reaches and washing away the stones and roots along the shore.

Although the details of the landscape are still not obvious, at least such a picture hastens his emotional calm.

He Yi suddenly remembered that mantra, and couldn't help but read it in his heart:

The flowing water shines, and the mountains are evergreen.

Neither rising nor extinguishing, lonely my heart.

Born and died in vain, and the obstacles cover the top.

Without thinking, you can see the true scriptures.

Rather quiet, the mountains and rocks are sexless.

Moving, the water mirror is always bright.

The wind is quiet, and Vientiane is peaceful.

The wind is full of wind, and you don't see or listen.

Great wisdom and jade, great awareness and fate.

Except for my thoughts, I have to be clear.

After chanting the mantra, the landscape that was not yet clear suddenly became clearer, the peaks had edges and corners, flowered trees, flowing water, and jumping out of tracer spots.

In the outside world, a round of rising sun rises in Dongshan, casting golden light, shining on Longju and He Yi, and in his consciousness, there are also golden crows from the east to Fusang, flapping golden wings, and coming from the west.

He Yi felt that he was really sitting on the bank of the stream at this moment, with a bend of water in front of him and a mountain behind him. When the sun shines, the ripples on the surface of the water crush the beam into fine dots of light, some of which are refracted onto the mountain and some penetrate into the bottom of the water.

The breeze blows, shaking the branches on the cliffs, blowing a few fallen leaves into the stream, creating a few ripples.

The leaves of the tree swam down the water, swam past him, and then twisted and bewitched, leaving only a string of water ripples to the shore and disappeared on the sandy beach.

Pure heart, it turns out that it is very easy.

He Yi sat motionless, feeling like a mountain, the hair blown by the breeze was the tree shaking the leaves, and the slightly rolled corners of his clothes were the ripples in the circles.

What is moving is only on the outside, and the heart is peaceful.

The first time I tried the Pure Heart Formula, the effect was unexpectedly good. He Yi was originally a little irritable and depressed, and with the help of this simple meditation and mantra, he was as if he was sleeping peacefully, and he didn't know when he would wake up.

The loyal horse carried his master and ran non-stop, and although the speed was fast, the wind was always not strong, as if he could not bear to disturb the tired dreamer.

With the development of the idea of landscape view, He Yi's soul is also quietly growing, although the speed is not obvious, but at least ten times faster than the polishing of the years.

The drop of golden liquid in the heart at this moment, that is, on the seed of the One God, circles of undetectable ripples flowed one after another, just like the stream he saw in his heart.

The root of the unified monk lies in the divine seed, and when the divine soul is touched, the divine seed will also be pulled and produce corresponding changes. Driven by this faint ripple, it will be slightly less difficult for the golden droplets to take root and sprout.

There are hundreds of thousands of ways to visualize in the world, some of which are good, some of which are evil, some of which are of non-appearance, and some of which are wonderful. The tranquil landscape seen by the pure heart is a kind of wonderful appearance, there is no fixed form, and what is sought is only an ingenious artistic conception.

In this tranquil landscape, He Yi is deeply immersed in it, greedily enjoying this wonderful growth. He could feel the subtle changes that were taking place in his soul and could guess that it was a very beneficial thing for him, so he chanted the mantra over and over again, forgetting the passage of time and seeking detachment of the mind.

The dragon horse ran tirelessly, the scenery in the distance changed, the mountains in the east were replaced by open plains, and the sun, which had only revealed half of its face, was suddenly fully revealed, illuminating the world.

The sky was originally slightly cold, but at this time, it was soothed by the sun, and I suddenly felt warm.

Although the body of the Guiyi monk no longer cares about the ordinary temperature difference, but being illuminated by the warm sun, out of the instinct of mortals, He Yi still feels a trace of comfort, so Ning Jing's heart involuntarily has a little more distraction, and he is even more reluctant to leave this artistic conception.

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While traveling a long distance by one person and one horse, in the far north of the ice and snow world, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl had just finished her cultivation at the moment of the birth of the rising sun.

It's the heart of the snowy region, one of the coldest places in the world. Plants and trees don't grow here, there is no trace of ordinary creatures, everything in heaven and earth, except for fairies and demons, is only the lonely ice and snow.

The hanging mountain is 8,300 zhang from the ground, 900 miles across the sky, there are actually seven mountains, the size is different, but all are suspended in the air. Looking up from the ground, the hanging mountain is like an ice crystal palace built on the nine heavens, which is beautiful and sacred and sublime.

At the corner of the iceberg, the girl sitting cross-legged opened her eyes. The moment her eyes were lifted, the already icy and snowy cold mountain was even colder!

She stood up from the snow, raised her hand and threw out a circle of green light, screaming and striking a huge ice bridge thousands of feet away.

There was a crisp ding, and the green light folded back into the girl's hand, disappearing. The bridge seemed unharmed, neither severed nor broken.

"Good, you are indeed an unborn genius, and in just one day, you have already understood the secret of dissociation. This kind of talent, even if it is a master, is slightly inferior. ”

A gentle voice could be heard in the distance. When the words fell, the dustless boy in a blue shirt had already come to the edge of the cliff and stood beside Lori.

Lori didn't speak, just glared at him, took two steps back, slashed the hideous saw in her hand at his neck, and then turned and left.

She walked barefoot and slowly walked away on a pile of snow that had accumulated a few feet deep, leaving a row of shallow footprints.

To ordinary monks, the cold that froze through the bone marrow seemed to be a void in her eyes, and there was nothing on her body except the jade-colored lotus robe and lotus skirt that covered her shame, and Fang Fang's body was even stained with some broken snow when she got up from the snow.

Looking at the girl's back, Duan Qing sighed lightly and shook his head, for the first time in his life, he had a trace of regret for his habits.

The cold wind in the sky blew his clothes, and the dustless boy seemed to have turned into a colored wind, blowing out of the mountain.

And the huge ice bridge connecting the seven peaks, one of which has disappeared.

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