Xiao Chen looked at the ancient temple full of greenery, and his heart fluctuated.

I originally planned to spend the tribulation on the earth, but I never thought that I would return to the cultivation world in the end, maybe in the dark, it will be a certainty by itself.

That's it, if it comes, it will be safe, and ten years later, it will officially enter the earth immortal world.

Xiao Chen began to gather all his thoughts, turned to meditate on his knees, and began to cultivate his own mystical method.

The second step of the unification of all laws, the words and the law have been realized, and it is time for him to perfect it, and the second is to let Xuanzang and his Tianxuan Divine Eye completely merge and cultivate new magical powers.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen took out the Ten Thousand Saints Heart Condensing Pill from the storage ring, gently took it into his mouth, and cultivated the Xuanfa, there was nothing more effective than this elixir.

A pill entered the stomach, and the mighty purple liquid instantly rushed through the Mud Pill Palace, straight into the sea of knowledge, and suddenly the whole person became clear and clear, and the slightest trace of aura in the air became veined.

Xiao Chen smiled, this Halloween Heart Condensing Pill really deserves to be an elixir holy product, and after taking it so many times, the medicinal power is still amazing.

With this majestic medicinal power, Xiao Chen mobilized his mana and began to run the mystical method.

The golden mana, like the endless sea, is flowing rapidly in the meridians, round after circle, the momentum is getting bigger and bigger, if you want to take a closer look, the mana of the entire meridian diagram is running, it is a golden Taiji.

A yin fish and a yang fish, harmoniously blended and balanced.

Every time it blends and rotates, the entire Golden Tai Chi will be huge, and the momentum will become more mysterious.

Gradually, Xiao Chen forgot the years, forgot the past, forgot the future, and the whole person was immersed in a state of selflessness without self and appearance, without desire and desire.

A round of golden Tai Chi slowly manifested on the body, slowly rotating behind it, like an eternal grinding plate, Weiya Tiandi, and restrained and low-key, as if inadvertently, it will be forgotten.

The combination of these two contradictions makes Xiao Chen's momentum sometimes ethereal, sometimes fierce, but it is extremely harmonious, and there is no trace of abruptness.

Tai Chi is harmony in itself!

There is no moon in the mountains, and there is no year from now on.

Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, Xiao Chen in the meditation is like a rock, motionless, only the Taiji diagram behind him is slowly flowing, the lines on it are becoming clearer and clearer, the mysterious runes are really like living objects, and the huge grinding disc seems to be dead and silent like stagnant water.

The two contradictions touched each other and blended with each other over the years, slowly pushing Xiao Chen's mana and cultivation to the peak.

The green grass in the ancient temple grew stubble after stubble, and the ancient masonry grew branches, gradually climbing up to Xiao Chen's body, caged Xiao Chen into a straw man.

The years are still passing slowly, the prohibition in the ancient temple is gradually weakening, and the power on Xiao Chen's body is becoming more and more huge, and the Tai Chi trembling void behind him is resounding again and again, like a heavenly dragon that has been trapped for a long time, roaring at the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it has been three years, Xiao Chen's body is already full of dust, autumn grass is crawling all over the ancient temple, and the momentum on his body has become dim, and the only eyebrows are getting brighter and brighter, like a pearl of light in the middle of the night, shining in all directions.

"If I hear it, the emperor is in the central ........."

The faint sound of Dao Ming came out from Xiao Chen's eyebrows, as if he was asking the sky, and it seemed to be Mingzhi, but Xiao Chen was sitting in the middle, and there was no sign of waking up at all, only the golden mangs that were slowly circulating on his body also indicated his vitality.

With the change of time, the sound of Dao Ming became more and more chaotic, resounding throughout the ancient temple, Xiao Chen was like a rock that had been sealed for a long time, there was a tremor, and the body continued to shed dead skin, broken bones, wisps of golden evil qi, manifested from the air, condensed into an ancient battle map, no more, no less than fourteen pairs.

Each battle map is like a mysterious rune, rising and falling in the air, expounding the avenue of heaven and earth, giving people an elusive and profound feeling, but the heavy evil qi shows that these battle maps have an extraordinary origin.

Cihang, who was sitting in the middle of the bamboo view, opened his eyes suddenly, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

This son really has great creation and great wisdom, and Xuanyuan is a good apprentice!

The years are like constant sand, bit by bit, passing through the fingers.

In the purple bamboo forest, on a mountain cliff, a woman in white is looking at the flowing water under the cliff with a distracted face, looking at the swimming fish happily spitting blisters, chasing the waves, and can't help but look up and sigh, with endless gloom in her eyes.

Half a sound, take out a jade flute from the sleeve robe, slowly stroke the lines on it, the soft feeling touches the atrium little by little, and gently taps, there is a faint sound of empty valley.

"Qin, Qin, although you can't speak, but you can relay the words of the people in the world, in my heart, you are much better than those who can speak. ”

The jade flute of the thousand-year-old qin shook happily, as if in response to Xue Yan's emotions, Xue Yan smiled and gently put the jade flute in her hand between her lips.

Wisps of resentful flute sound turned into a piece of acacia, slowly rotating from Xue Yan's lips, condensing into a sound wave, slowly wandering with the breeze.

The whole hollow valley trembled, everything seemed to resonate with the sound of the resentful flute, under the cliff, birds danced gently, and the swimming fish above the stream began to stop chasing, jumping on the waves, staring curiously at Xue Yan.

As the sound of the flute became clearer and clearer, more and more resentful, Xue Yan seemed to be completely immersed in her emotions, a pair of slender hands gently sliding, every movement with infinite beauty and the unique melody of heaven and earth.

Xue Yan seemed to be completely intoxicated, her mind was empty, and she couldn't help imagining the piano in her hand as her own life, every sound was the joy of her own life, the poignancy of her own life, and the story of her own life.

Little by little, with the ups and downs of the flute, Xue Yan's whole person lit up, the mana on her body involuntarily surged, and the subtlety of the Qin Sutra, with the ups and downs of the flute, was naturally made out by Xue Yan.

Heaven and earth seemed to feel something, and began to flutter one by one, and the entire empty valley completely turned into notes on the sound of the Xue Yan flute, and every sound resonated with great harmony.

"Bang"

A wisp of resentful sound, through the empty valley, bypassed the bamboo view, and gently landed on an ancient temple.

Like raindrops falling on the Jinghu Lake, stirring up thousands of ripples, the entire ancient temple began to tremble, radiating ten thousand golden lights, and the purple bamboo forest rumbled.

Xiao Chen, who was sitting in the middle of the ancient temple, his body that had been dusty for a long time moved suddenly, his right finger cracked, and pieces of sludge fell, revealing his shiny true body.

The whirlpool in the center of the eyebrows was even more instantaneous, and a fleshy black eye burst out from the depths, flashing with a black luster.

This eye seems to be all-encompassing, with the vastness of the earth, the surging of the ocean, infinite wisdom, and the vicissitudes of eternity.

"I have been dreaming for ten years, and I will wake up tonight. ”

With a soft drink from Xiao Chen, the vertical eyes in the center of his eyebrows suddenly trembled, his black pupils shrank tightly, and the entire ancient temple began to tremble, and the prohibition wrapped around it cracked with a "bang".

Cihang, who was in the middle of the bamboo view, opened his eyes and chuckled: "Is it complete, good, good." ”

"A roar of mountains and rivers shattered, and the moon held it in his palm. ”

A man stepped out from the middle of the ancient temple, and behind him was the huge ancient temple, rumbling and collapsing, with a proud body, beautiful eyebrows, and fourteen golden battle maps, the entire purple bamboo forest, along with the human world, began to tremble.

On this day, all the great sect members were shocked, and looked at the South China Sea with an incredible face.

But I saw golden earth dragons, jumping up from the sea, jumping into the sky, floating up and down in the sea of clouds, opening their mouths and roaring, covering the entire South China Sea in a golden emperor.

Ten thousand dragons rushed in the sea of clouds, chasing Yueyue, the huge dragon claws supporting the sea curtain, opening their mouths and roaring, boundless killing intent and majesty coming out.

The entire Daomen of the human world saw this miracle, and they all opened their mouths in shock, and after that, they were deeply afraid.

What kind of character can stir up such a storm!

Shushan, Sword Palace.

Jian Thirteen, Dongchen, Huozun, and several veterans sat cross-legged in silence, with unbreakable fear and worry in their eyes.

"Ancestor, in your opinion, which character was born?"

After a moment of silence, Dongchen bowed to one of the old Taoist leaders and respectfully asked.

Sitting in the middle, Lao Dao stroked his long beard, thought for a moment, and began to pinch his fingers and count, the more he calculated, the tighter his brows wrinkled.

"Hey, my cultivation is limited, I can't count the heels of this character, I don't know that your Buddhism and Taoism dual cultivation technique may speculate one or two. ”

When everyone heard this, their eyes were looking at an old monk on the left, this monk had his hands folded, he was old, but he was wearing a robe, but he carved the Yin and Yang Taiji diagram, which was the master of the Shushan Sword School Buddha Cultivation Lineage.

Jian frowned, took out a water bowl from his sleeve robe, wiped his hands, filled it with water, pinched his fingers a little, and said something in his mouth, and the power of the Buddha gushed out from his two fingers, and the whole water bowl began to tremble, and the clear water in it began to boil.

A picture gradually blurred, vaguely you can see the outline of a person, in the sky above the purple bamboo forest, standing with his hands in his hands, a vertical eye in the center of his eyebrows, which seems to encompass the universe, all-encompassing, and intimidating.

"Xiao, Xiao Chen!"

"War, War Emperor!"

Jian Thirteen and Dongchen almost trembled and read out, the origin of the people in Qingshui, and all the Shushan Sect people present were shocked when they heard this.

It's him!

Eternal Tianjiao, the only emperor among the emperors of the people who became emperors by battle!

The whole hall was silent, half loud, the old Dao who was sitting in the middle slowly got up, waved the dust, shook his head at the fire zun, and then left lightly, and the rest of the old Dao saw this and followed closely.

In the huge sword hall, only Sword Thirteen, Dongchen, and Huozun were silent, each with their own thoughts.

Although Lao Dao didn't say it, his expression was already very clear, this person couldn't afford to offend Shushan, which was a disguised show of weakness.

Huozun's ten fingers were clasped tightly, and there was a thick unwillingness in his eyes.

"Xiao Chen, I don't believe that I'm inferior to you. ”