There are a total of seven forbidden ancient pines on Kijima, and the body of Muqi is the seventh pine.

Within the seventh pine, there are 70 million years of wood perception, and those perceptions are integrated into 72 Buddhist talismans. The last six strokes of perception are the essence of it, which was comprehended by Ning Fan and integrated into his own magic talisman. In this way, it no longer makes much sense for Ning Fan to continue to stay in the Seventh Pine Forbidden Land.

Mu Qi finished giving advice and hid back into the tree. Ning Fan put away the true essence of Jianmu, and together with everyone, left the Seventh Pine Forbidden Land, and traveled all the way to the Sixth Pine Forbidden Land.

The sixth pine is also a purple-barked ancient pine, and the pressure it exudes is heavier than that of the seventh pine. Within a hundred steps, the air seemed to freeze, without a trace of wind, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

That kind of silence is the dry meditation that has not spoken for ten years, and it is the silence of the silent Tao in the world if I do not speak.

Ning Fan stared at the sixth pine, thoughtfully, and a group of Mudaomen people walked to the sixth pine a hundred steps away, saluting to the sixth pine, and the Zen master of Songguo lowered his voice, not daring to speak loudly, and made it clear to the sixth pine that Ning Fan was going to come here to understand. Even Ning Fan's self-creation of the Ancestral Talisman in the Seventh Pine was also told to the Sixth Pine Spirit.

After a long time, a human face finally appeared on the trunk of the sixth pine. It is none other than the tree spirit of the sixth pine, the wood six.

Mu Liu never said a word, but staring at Ning Fan's expression, he was a little moved and attached.

Then, he opened his mouth and spit out dozens of cyan light clusters and sent them to Ning Fan.

"It's the essence of Jianmu again!" Wu Laoba's eyes were hot, but he didn't understand why this tree spirit who didn't say a word gave so much Jianmu essence to his master as soon as they met, if it was a meeting gift, it would be too generous.

Seeing that Ning Fan was also puzzled, Zen Master Songguo explained to Ning Fan, "The sixth master never speaks. What he meant was to watch the scene of Daoyou's self-created talismans like the Seventh Master, so as to gain insights and break through the bottleneck. These Jianmu essence can be regarded as the remuneration paid by the sixth master, and they will not let Daoist friends contribute in vain. ”

"I see..."

Ning Fan nodded, took away all the cyan light clusters in front of him, and said to Mu Liudao, "Please show the Buddha talismans to Daoyou." ”

This time. He didn't walk into the hundred-step distance of the sixth pine, and if he wanted to comprehend this pine road, he didn't have to go under the tree, and he could comprehend it directly from the Buddha talisman of the tree spirit, which was undoubtedly faster.

Na Mu Liu still didn't say a word, but after Ning Fan made a request, he opened his mouth and spit out a blue light, and the blue light rose into the sky and was in midair. With a brush, a Buddha talisman with an ancient pine pattern gradually emerges.

Mu Liu's Buddha talisman, a total of 74 strokes, is much more mysterious than Mu Qi's Buddha talisman. It's especially weird. As soon as this Buddha talisman appeared, the entire heaven and earth suddenly fell silent, as if in an instant, all sound was lost.

"This sixth tree spirit comprehends the path of wood. The foundation is also loose, and what he understands is the silent meaning of pine..."

Ning Fan stood a hundred steps away from the sixth pine with his hand. Slowly closing his eyes, in his mind, he kept repeating every stroke of the Buddha talisman drawn by Mu Liu.

His heart gradually merged with the Dao thoughts of the Sixth Forbidden Land, and the intricate 74 Buddha talismans began to be clear and clear at a glance.

"There are a total of 74 strokes of this Buddha talisman, and the same as the Buddha talisman of Mu Liu, they are all based on 66 paintings, and the strokes containing the perception of wood have 8 strokes..."

Ning Fan raised his right index finger, pointed at the magic mang, and drew the pattern of the magic talisman in front of him.

The ancestral talisman of 158 paintings, little by little in front of everyone's eyes, especially the last six strokes of this talisman, gives Wulaoba, Songguo Zen Master and other monks an incomparably mysterious feeling, just like these six strokes, including countless wooden avenues, but too mysterious, obscure. So much so that they wanted to imitate it, to trace the track on their own, but found that they couldn't do it at all...

Rao is like this, just watching these few strokes, everyone has more or less their own Mu Zhizhi, although the perception is not much, but it also makes everyone feel happy.

Especially Wu Laoba, he has an almost paranoid obsession with the way of wood, there are thousands of avenues in the world, but for some reason, he only loves this way.

Being able to get his own Mu Zhi perception from the scene of Ning Fan's enlightenment, how could Wu Laoba not like it, he was originally obedient to surrendering to Ning Fan, and at this moment, he felt that it was an extremely wise decision to make Ning Fan a slave!

"The peach and plum do not speak, and the next is its own. The pines and cypresses do not speak, and they are evergreen. The saint did not speak for three years, and there was silence in the four seas; This sixth tree devotional seems to be the closed-mouth meditation of Buddhism. From the wind of ten thousand pine trees, this person has realized the unspoken method of closed-mouth meditation, the silence of cultivating pine, and the sound of all things can be breathed. Therefore, since the meeting, this person has not spoken a word, and within a hundred steps here, there is not even a trace of the wind..."

"In terms of cultivation alone, this person is much better than me, and he is already in the realm of immortal kings. But it seems to me that this person's pine silence has not yet reached the highest level, and it seems that he is on the wrong path..."

"If I go to practice closed-mouth meditation, I will divide it into four realms: one is fear and does not speak, this is not daring, one is pain and does not speak, this is unwilling, one is laughing and not speaking, this is not necessary, and the last is no sorrow or joy, no mind and no thoughts, and this is not stopping..."

This person did not speak, but his heart could not be calmed. When he saw me, he was obviously excited in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak, and he forced himself to be silent, even in the closed-mouth meditation, he was considered to be inferior. There is cowardice in this humanity, and his perception of the eight strokes of wood is invisibly also stained with a trace of cowardice. True silence is not the mouth, but the heart. I can take away his perception, but this cowardice is unacceptable, and it must be modified to integrate into my talisman..."

159th, 160th, 161st... Each time, it increased very slowly. Time passed little by little, and the day passed quietly.

The number of strokes of Ning Fan's magic talisman has finally increased to 166 strokes, and all the tens of millions of years of Mu Liu's perception have been fused into the magic talisman!

The power of the wooden path contained in the magic talisman has been improved a lot!

The simple eight strokes contain an unimaginable understanding of the way of wood, which makes Wu Laoba and a group of people from Mudaomen more or less have insights from it, some people think hard, some people frown, and their expressions are different.

Mu Liu had a conscious expression, as if he had been drunk as a stick, and he had enlightenment.

I see, I see!

The reason why he was stuck in the bottleneck was that he couldn't make his cultivation continue to improve. It's because I'm on the wrong track...

The eight strokes that Ning Fan integrated into the magic talisman seemed similar to the eight strokes in his Buddha talisman, but they were actually different.

Those eight strokes not only went against his Buddha's will and integrated into the demonic thoughts, but more importantly, Ning Fan's eight strokes of the magic talisman had no cowardice...

Cultivating the truth is a thing that goes against the sky, and Buddhist cultivation can be submissive and can endure all the sufferings of the world. But there should be no cowardice in the heart...

"Wood is not wood, quiet is not quiet, closing the mouth is opening, making a sound but silent... Over the years, I have insisted on not saying a word, because I am a little obsessed... Thank you, little friend!"

Mu Liu sighed again and again, after thanking Ning Fan. Re-hidden into the Honka. All the people in Mudaomen were shocked, the sixth master who had not spoken for tens of millions of years, actually spoke one day!

"Let's go to the Fifth Pine. ”

The perception of this thing was finished, and Ning Fan followed everyone to the Fifth Pine Forbidden Land.

Above the fifth pine. Filled with extremely strong battle intent, Songguo and the others made their intentions clear to the fifth pine, and a face suddenly appeared on the fifth pine. Horizontal eyebrows and cold eyes, staring at Ning Fan in the crowd.

"Old man Mu Wu, what's your name!" Mu Wu had a loud voice. The sound was like a roar, like thunder.

"In Xia Ningfan. Even Wu Laoba, Song Guo and others were shocked by Mu Wu's voice, but Ning Fan's face did not change.

"I heard from Songguo's nephew that my sixth and seventh brothers have gained a lot of benefits from you. The old man is very interested in your self-created ancestral talisman, but the old man's Buddha talisman is very powerful, can you bear it!"

"Let's show the amulet!"

"As you wish!"

Mu Wu suddenly roared, and an unimaginable majestic battle intent shook the heavens and the earth, turning the heavens and the earth into a cyan.

In the green light, there is an ancient pine Buddha talisman, a pen is formed, the Buddha talisman strokes continue to increase, and the pressure generated is also getting heavier and heavier.

When the Buddha talisman was drawn to the twenty-fourth stroke, the monks of the broken thoughts here could not stand steadily.

When the Buddha talisman increased to forty-eight strokes, Wu Laoba, Songguo and others also changed color, and some of them couldn't bear the fighting spirit in the Buddha talisman.

The Buddha talisman increased all the way to seventy-six strokes, and the entire wooden island was submerged under Mu Wu's crazy battle intent.

It was Wu Laoba, who had a heartfelt trembling feeling in the face of this Mu Wu, and was actually in front of Mu Wu, who was cowardly before he fought.

Mu Wu didn't even look at everyone, unlike the people who were shocked by his momentum, Ning Fan was always like a straight green pine, standing proudly, not affected by Zhou Tian's war intent in the slightest.

This made Mu Wu look at Ning Fan a little higher, and looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Happy, happy! Even if you wait for the immortal king of the three tribulations, you have to be cowardly in front of the old man, but you are not afraid of the old man's will to suppress it, even so, the old man will not spare his hands! Let's fight happily!"

Mu Wu was so excited that he forgot his original intention, which was to show Ning Fan the Buddha talisman in order to watch the scene of Ning Fan creating his own magic talisman.

At this moment, he just wanted to have a good fight with Ning Fan, but after listening to his thunderous roar, the roar suddenly formed a supernatural power, like a real cyan will, and suddenly headed towards Ning Fan, like a landslide, like the sky falling, and the momentum was earth-shattering.

"It turns out that this fifth dryad is a battle maniac..."

Ning Fan was slightly speechless, did he come here to comprehend it, this Mu Wu actually shot at him directly...

He could naturally see that Mu Wu was not heavy, and he had no malicious intentions, but he was just happy to see the hunter and wanted to have a discussion with him.

The cyan will descended from Tianzhen, overwhelming the group of cultivators here, but Ning Fan was unmoved.

He slowly raised his hand, pressed his five fingers, and the cyan will that fell from the sky was suddenly torn apart by him, and then collapsed in the sound of the Titicaca.

Ning Fan has cultivated the battle of yin and yang, the confrontation at the level of will, he is not afraid!

"Good boy, he directly tore the old man's will to suppress it, come on, come on, let's fight again!"

Mu Wu was excited, and wanted to fight with Ning Fan again, but Ning Fan shook his head slightly, didn't say anything, but nodded at the fifth pine volley.

It's just a mediocre finger, and others can't see the mystery of this finger at all, but as soon as this finger fell, Mu Wu's old face suddenly turned into shock.

This volley finger easily sealed the flow of will in his body, causing his originally restless battle intent to immediately calm down like cold water!

Can't break free! Can't break free from this blockade! It's actually the suppression of the palm level!

"This son actually has the Dao rule of the will level!"

Mu Wu's expression changed greatly.

Looking at the entire Eastern Heaven, there are only four emperors who can cultivate the Void of Palm. There are not too many Immortal Emperors who can slightly comprehend the rules of the Dao of the Throne.

This son is an immortal cultivator, and he can comprehend the application of the rules of the throne. And with the power of the palm, seal the flow of will in his body...

"The matter of cultivating the truth is too much. Your Excellency is a war-hungry man, but it's a bit too much..."

Ning Fan's casual words were like an initiation, which made Mu Wu's expression shocked, and he was at a loss for a moment.

Too much, too much...

What he cultivated was originally a loose and unyielding will, but he didn't know when it started. He turned that indomitable intent into a fierce war...

This road, is it really wrong... If others said that Mu Wu had taken the wrong path, Mu Wu would have contradicted two sentences, but these words came out of Ning Fan's mouth, and the meaning was different.

Ning Fan was able to cultivate the Dao rules of the will level, and his comprehension of the will was naturally higher than his own, his words. Don't take it lightly!

"Dare to ask Daoyou, if I choose this path again, how should I go down?"

Mu Wuyi changed his war-loving expression before. Asked politely.

All the people of Mudaomen were shocked, these five masters never spoke politely to anyone, even in the face of their masters, Musong Daoren, they often put on the appearance of the king of heaven. Unexpectedly. The fifth master will also be polite...

Ning Fan didn't answer Mu Wu's question directly, but closed his eyes and was in his mind. Sketch the 76 Buddhist talismans of Mu Wu over and over again.

Among these 76 strokes, only 10 strokes contain the perception of wood. What Mu Wu felt was Song's unyielding will...

Ning Fan stood for a day, and never answered Mu Wu's question.

A day passed, Ning Fan finally opened his eyes, raised his hand, and drew his magic talisman with a pen.

His magic talisman has been increased to 166 strokes, and after fusing Mu Wu's wood perception, he raised his hand and drew the 167th stroke.

Then, the 168th, the 169th, the 170th...

Mu Wu's Mu Zhi perception was only ten strokes, but this time, Ning Fan actually relied on his own comprehension of the will to expand the ten strokes of perception to twelve.

His talisman eventually increased to 178 strokes, and the more strokes he painted, the more restrained and calm the ancient pine patterns he painted.

"You, do you understand..."Ning Fan opened his mouth at this time, and he had already answered Mu Wu's question with his actions.

Mu Wu showed a look of bitter thought, vaguely feeling that he had grasped the key, but he was still a little dazed, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly and shook his head at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan didn't say a word, walked to an ordinary pine tree on the side, moved his fingers like a sword, cut down the pine tree, pointed at the annual ring of the pine tree, and asked, "Now, do you understand..."

Looking at the annual rings on the pine tree section, Mu Wuzhi felt a bang in his mind, and the things that were confused in the past suddenly had a comprehension.

Mu Wu let out a long sigh and thanked Ning Fan Zhengse, "Thank you for your advice!"

The path that Ning Fan pointed out to him was introverted...

The will that Mu Wu saw was like the lines on the bark of the pine tree, but the will that Ning Fan saw was the annual ring in the heart of the tree...

The cultivation of the will should not be exposed, but should be like the rings of the pine tree, hidden deep in the heart, in a circle, growing from the inside out.

Verbal thanks were not enough to express Mu Wu's gratitude, of course, he also gave all the essence of Jianmu on his body to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan accepted the true essence, said goodbye to Mu Wu, and together with everyone, came to the Fourth Pine Forbidden Land.

After understanding the intention, the fourth pine tree Lingmu Si appeared and displayed his Buddha talisman in front of Ning Fan's eyes.

Different from the previous three tree spirit Buddha talismans, Mu Si's Buddha talisman is also a pine pattern, but under the pine tree, there is also an innocent female doll drawn...

"My Buddha talisman is not the strongest on Kijima, but it is different from other people's Buddha talismans..."Mu Si's gaze was cold and ruthless, and as soon as this Buddha talisman appeared, the entire Mu Dao of Mu Island, the track actually shifted slightly.

Ning Fan's expression froze, and in the Buddha talisman of Mu Si, there was actually a trace of the power of the wood palm!

"The old man's thousands of years of Mu Zhi's perception can be summed up in one sentence, that is... The grass and trees are merciless..."(To be continued......)