A hot feeling enveloped Mo Yan, and in a daze, he suddenly woke up.

A soft couch, a futon, a huge house!

Mo Yan found himself sitting on a soft couch.

"Where is this, why am I here?"

Mo Yan raised his head suddenly, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he was surprised to find that the roof of the room was shrouded in a huge "palace" character text, and the entire room was covered by this word!

A familiar aura spread, and Mo Yan bounced up......

He stood up and turned back sharply, only to see a man in the clearing.

This person's age is not clear, his appearance is not clear, he can only see that he is wearing a Taoist robe, the robe is worn and greasy, his hair is even more messy and sloppy, he is holding a whisk in his hand, and he is sitting on the ground in a strange posture, which is extremely strange!

"Hey, hey!" Mo Yan called twice without answering.

He took a few steps forward, his voice pitched up, and said, "Can you hear me? Who are you?"

"Why are you shouting so loudly? Are you deaf when you are a Taoist?" The Taoist priest is alive and can speak, but his tone is very impatient.

Mo Yan frowned, but he couldn't help but step forward and ask, "May I ask this Dao Master, what kind of place is this!"

"What place, don't you know how to look at it yourself?" Taoist priest Nunu mouthed, Mo Yan turned around, but saw that on the originally empty wall, there were a few golden words: "Tongling Treasure Realm"

"Psychic Treasure Realm, what is the Psychic Treasure Realm?" Mo Yan blurted out.

"Why are you so wordy, don't you see that Dao Master I'm cultivating? The Psychic Treasure Realm is the Psychic Treasure Realm......

Mo Yan touched the nail again and again, and he didn't want to ask again, so he began to pace by himself, walking around.

But he had only taken a few steps and felt that there was something strange in this room. There was a door in this room, but it couldn't be opened, not even touched.

There is a window in the room, but it can't be opened and touched, and in the middle of the room, there is a strange meter, which is also confused and can't see clearly......

And at the top of the room, the huge "palace" character text shines brightly, emitting a bright red light, enveloping the whole room in this light, the room seems to have a boundary, but it can't get out of the boundary, everything seems to be a real thing, everything seems to be virtual.

Mo Yan pinched himself violently, and there was a burst of pain, not as if he was dreaming......

"It's really stupid, I've never seen such a stupid boy like you! Do you know that Dao Ye almost entered the Great Dao of Reincarnation for you!" The Taoist priest suddenly said coldly, "Are you very curious about what kind of place this is? Let me tell you, you are in your own consciousness right now!"

......

Mo Yan couldn't believe this fact, but after some verbal battles with the Taoist priest, he finally understood that he had indeed encountered a strange thing.

The magical jade pendant he had been hanging around his neck disappeared, but there was a strange space in his body, which was the "Psychic Treasure Realm".

Why did this happen, Mo Yan didn't know, the Taoist priest only talked about his shit luck, and in such a ghost place, he was able to encounter the "Yuan of the Yuan", which was the power of the Yuan of the Yuan, which gave the Tongling Treasure World a new life......

Of course, in the mouth of the Taoist priest, all this is his credit, if it weren't for his perception of the existence of the "Yuan of the Primordial Yuan", if it weren't for his longitudinal palace lamp, if it wasn't for his influence on Mo Yan's consciousness, all this would be impossible.

Mo Yan will never be able to step into the door of this "Psychic Treasure Realm".

"Do you know the Psychic Treasure Realm? Boy, look at the light emitted by the 'Palace' talisman above your head, this is the great wisdom divine light of the fifty-five supreme divine light, our entire treasure realm is shrouded by the great wisdom divine light, thousands of worlds, all things in the universe, all wisdom is in our realm......

The Taoist priest explained everything in this room to Mo Yan with an arrogant face......

"Do you see the futon? It's a futon of wisdom, sitting on the futon, all kinds of wisdom are born in the heart, and you can realize the supreme truth!

Have you seen that soft couch? That is the collapse of cultivation, all the mystical exercises, talismans, and spells, when you step on this soft couch, you can get the blessing of the divine light of wisdom, so that your cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort!"

"And the instrument of reckoning, the door of knowledge, the window of the prophet...... All wisdom is here......"

"What kind of divine light is the Great Wisdom Divine Light?" Mo Yan asked!

"Nonsense, the Great Wisdom Divine Light is the Great Wisdom Divine Light, thousands of worlds, monks are as vast as a sea of smoke, I don't know how to go! But the Dharma cultivated by thousands of worlds is all evolved from the Fifty-Five Extreme Paths.

The light of the fifty-five extremes is the origin of the path of the fifty-five extremes, and the light of great wisdom is one of the rays of the fifty-five extremes, which contains the true meaning of supreme wisdom......"

"Then who are you, are you the son of wisdom?" Mo Yan asked coldly.

"Uh...... That one...... Cough...... cough!" The Taoist priest was a little weak-hearted, Mo Yan couldn't see his face, but he could still feel it, the Taoist priest was a little unnatural, "That...... You can call me the Realm Lord, the Realm Lord!"

"Realm Lord? Realm Lord of the Psychic Treasure Realm? Isn't that better than the Son of Wisdom?"

Perhaps hearing one of the sarcasms in Mo Yan's words, the Taoist priest's neck stiffened suddenly, and said, "What? Am I not like the realm master? Of course I am a cow! If it weren't for me, would you be able to enter this treasure realm?"

Mo Yan pursed his mouth, but he heard the Taoist priest muttering: "Dare to look down on the Taoist master, how can it be unreasonable! Lao Tzu has been sealed for 10,000 years, is it possible that he has not cultivated to the supreme demeanor? What a terrible boy!"

"Duh, boy! Dao Ye let you increase your knowledge, and let you try this wisdom futon for free today. The old man was like a fluctuating light and shadow, and as he spoke, he came to the side of the futon.

He gently rubbed the futon with his hand, as if caressing his lover's cheek, "This is a futon I knitted with my own hands, and it has taken me a thousand years ......"

With a wave of his big hand, the futon flew out of his hand, and his tone became cold, and he said, "Sit down and take a look! Let you see the power of the wisdom futon!"

"Smack!", the futon fell in front of Mo Yan.

Mo Yan frowned, carefully examining the futon in front of him, a very strange thing, like a thing but not a thing, like a fantasy or not an illusion. It looks very illusory, but when you touch it with your hands, you can have a unique soft touch.

"You're running out of time! The outside world must be in chaos at this point, and if you don't hurry up and perfect your rules, you won't be able to get out at all......

It's so weak, it's too weak, especially so poor that it clangs, it's really eight lifetimes of blood mold with you!" the Taoist priest muttered.

"Rules?" Mo Yan felt a pang in his heart, and hurriedly sat on the futon.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly, an unprecedented clarity instantly rose from the bottom of his heart, and then the sea of knowledge instantly brightened, and the composition of the various talismans and seals that had been stored in the sea of knowledge before, the composition of the law, was never clear and bright.

It's like looking at distant mountains with a high-powered telescope, everything is so clear and clear!

The fourth-fold mental method of "Qianxun Nian" naturally grew from the bottom of his heart, and a stream of enlightened wisdom filled the sea of knowledge, and everything in the sea of knowledge seemed to be dyed with the wonderful appearance of wisdom.

The breath of the law became stronger and stronger, and the existing twenty-three laws were condensed like silk, and began to flow on the composition of the law, and the light and law of the rune were intertwined, pointing directly to the origin of the rune.

"The other side, the other side, the wonderful law, the supreme law are all born from the thought......"

"Ahh......h

From one life to two, from two to three, from three to infinity......

The laws of the road are constantly condensed, and on top of the original twenty-three laws, new laws are constantly born, and the square law composition begins to rotate rapidly, and with the continuous enrichment of the rules, the composition continues to become larger and fuller.

The rule of composition, which used to be only five inches square, has been expanded to one foot square...... Two feet square, one meter square......

The composition is getting bigger and bigger, and the law has increased rapidly from the original twenty-three to thirty-three...... Forty-four ...... Fifty-five ...... Sixty-six ......

The whole ninety-nine laws!

Mo Yan's heart was full of excitement, because he faintly touched the realm of composition perfection, the law composition perfection is also known as the small perfection, and the small perfection is to enter the micro level, so the micro level monk is also known as the law small perfection monk......

The Ninety-Nine Laws are simply incredible!

Ordinary beginner-level monks, with only a dozen laws, and monks who can cultivate more than twenty laws are considered extremely gifted monks. And a monk like Zhang Zhuo of the Zhang family who cultivated to the forty-eight laws was a genius in cultivation.

However, Mo Yan had actually cultivated to the ninety-nine laws, and the composition of the laws tended to be complete! If this spread in the Jiangcheng Fu Cultivation Realm, I am afraid that it would shake the entire Jiangcheng!

What's even more terrifying is that every time Mo Yan comprehends a law, his mental power will increase by one point.

Mo Yan can clearly feel the abundance of his mental power, and in the sea of knowledge, his mental power is surging and surging, and it is estimated that it may be close to four thousand crystals. And this is still the power when there is no breakthrough, the moment you break through to the micro level, the mental power will increase dramatically.

But despite this, Mo Yan's current mental power is far more than that of ordinary subtle cultivators, and the mental power of ordinary subtle cultivators is only two thousand crystals at most, and Mo Yan's current strength is twice that of ordinary fifth-level cultivators!

Strictly speaking, Mo Yan is still only a fourth-level peak cultivator, and although his law composition tends to be complete, he has not yet had a real small consummation......

"It's still a little bit ......"

Mo Yan felt extremely regretful in his heart, but it was a pity that the comprehension of the law had come to this, and all kinds of laws had disappeared, as if a bull had exhausted its last trace of strength.

"Huh?" the old Taoist priest squinted at Mo Yan who was meditating on the wisdom futon, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his expression became very peculiar......