Time is like flowing water, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, Xu Cheng has been here for two years, two years, his eyes are a little deeper, his face is a little less evil, and his temperament has gradually become warmer.

Xu Cheng spent most of his time in this ancient pavilion.

No exit, no entry.

Xu Cheng seems to have become a transparent person in this demon gate, and this kind of transparency can also make him really calm his heart and turn it into a lake without a trace of waves, although it does not have waves, but it is not a backwater.

In the ancient pavilion, there are few people.

Xu Cheng is accompanied by books, and he is at ease.

Xu Cheng's current cultivation is the heart.

Don't touch a speck of dust or a drop of fallen leaves.

In two years, Xu Cheng's murderous aura has dissipated, and it has become a kind of humble gentleman that Confucianism pursues, but only he knows that he still has a fierce beast in his heart, but now he has learned to smell roses.

Rose floral scent.

Avenue of Heaven and Earth.

Demon Path Killing.

Although two years is not enough for Xu Cheng to have an epiphany, it is also enough to make Xu Cheng's cultivation to a somewhat unfathomable level, although on the surface it is still the Great Perfection of the Condensation Period, but it is definitely different from ordinary Condensation.

The first day of the third year.

Xu Cheng stepped on the snow and walked slowly towards the Guwen Pavilion, silent while walking, there was no dust on the snow, and there were no footprints at all.

Xu Cheng felt everything, but he didn't restrain it.

There was already a person in the Pavilion of the Ancients.

A man wearing a pitch-black Xingyue Dao robe, next to the man was a female disciple wearing a sect's costume, her figure was very enchanting, and her face showed a sunset-like red.

Xu Cheng glanced at it, and walked directly to a position, where there were several books, and the names of the books were very complicated and obscure.

Xu Cheng picked up a copy and looked at it carefully, his eyes moving as the pages of the book moved.

The spiritual consciousness penetrates deep into the sea of knowledge, and the magic mind recipe slowly runs and expands, and in the sea of knowledge, the three Xu Cheng sit upright in the sea of knowledge, each with a poison of three corpses, but at this moment they are all in Zen enlightenment.

These magic recipes have entered the second layer of signs.

There are nine layers of magic thoughts.

A layer of refining thoughts is to break and then stand up, destroy the original sea of consciousness, and turn it into a sea of demonic thoughts.

The second layer casts the corpse, casts the three corpses, and turns into three corpses.

Xu Cheng is now on the second layer, but he can use one heart for three purposes, because the distracting thoughts have already belonged to these three corpse thoughts, leaving only the heart in the heart, everything can pass through the heart, but it does not cause dust.

So Xu Cheng was able to concentrate to the extreme.

At this moment, there was a noisy voice in his ears, and Xu Cheng was a little troubled when he heard it.

"You're the one who came from the outside, and I don't know how your translation is, but I heard that Master Rahu is very satisfied with your progress and understanding of the ancient text, so you can come and help me read this text. ”

It was the man in the robe of the sun, moon and stars.

Xu Cheng put down the book, and in his mind, he tried his best to recall the appearance of the man.

Then Xu Cheng smiled helplessly, he was not a decline in memory, but he had reached another realm, Zhihai was like a house, although the house was very large, it was not unlimited, some irrelevant things, Xu Cheng had been able to ignore it automatically.

With the deepening of the Demon Mind Technique, this feeling will become deeper and deeper, and the emotion will become weaker and weaker, but it is also getting closer and closer to the Heavenly Dao, and it is impossible to say whether it is good or bad, but Xu Cheng has already decided to go down this road, and there is no turning back.

Xu Cheng moved the bench and walked over.

The woman next to her sat next to the man, her long hair drooping down from the man's shoulders, and at this moment, she saw Xu Cheng turn around, and her face was not only red.

Xu Cheng looks like now, his temperament is warm, and he has a bookish taste, there is no extravagance, but he knows that he is not a mortal at a glance.

It's no wonder that this woman has a bit of a spring heart.

The man's mind is very keen, and he feels it at the moment, not only his face is a little embarrassed, but jealousy is like a flame, which is extremely small at the beginning, like a ball of sparks, but then it will gradually burn in his heart and do irrational things.

"Come here!!"

Xu Cheng's face was indifferent, and he said, "Is there something wrong with this fellow Daoist?"

"Nonsense. ”

Xu Cheng frowned.

The man stood up and said, "You asked me to show you a face, but now you are a little arrogant." ”

Xu Cheng's brows furrowed, and then he seemed to be thinking about it very hard: "Maybe." ”

The man was a little angry.

took out the scroll and said, "Don't respect Senior Brother, it seems that you still don't have a deep enough understanding of the rules of the sect." ”

Xu Cheng nodded and said, "Maybe." ”

The man's fingers were placed on the long sword at his waist, and then his eyes moved, thinking of what kind of place this was, his face squeezed out a gentle smile, walked over, and said to Xu Cheng: "Senior brother is really arrogant, come to the junior brother's side." ”

Saying that, the man patted Xu Cheng on the shoulder as if he was greeting.

Xu Cheng glanced up at his fingers, the color of his fingers was very strange, and it seemed to be achieved by refining some kind of exercises.

The finger also landed on his shoulder.

The man secretly used, and only these top disciples of the outer sect could cultivate, the "Thunderbolt Demon Hand", whose fingers became blood-red at this moment, and the meridians on it were intertwined, like earthworms one by one.

Xu Cheng moved his shoulders.

The man's face changed instantly, and his fingers seemed to slap against a volcanic rock, burning and hard.

The man withdrew his hand, his face was very bad, and then he looked at Xu Cheng and already understood that he was not this person's opponent, such a skill, he had only seen it in his master's generation, but people were all puzzled by the truth in front of their eyes.

The man watched Xu Cheng slowly walk to the side of the book, and it was time to pick it up again.

At this moment, there was a little bit of viciousness in his eyes, and he made a vicious technique, but the corners of his mouth said with a smile: "Senior brother really has some skills, I don't know what the junior brother is looking at?"

The man's fingers are in the shape of sword fingers.

At this moment, the finger of the sword was still faster than the words, Xu Cheng frowned helplessly, and waved the book to the side casually, as if it was summer, with a finger to drive away a constantly buzzing fly.

The man flew backwards, his finger snapped.

Xu Cheng ignored it again, turned around and returned to his seat to study it slowly.

The man swallowed back a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, this is the understanding, this person is unfathomable, and then looked at the woman's surprised expression, even more ashamed and annoyed, at this moment, he snorted, and spit blood on his sleeve.

At this moment, his face softened, and then he said to the long-haired woman: "What else to see, isn't it enough to lose face? Let's !! go."

The woman was forcibly dragged away by the man.

The woman took one step back and two steps, and her eyes looked at Xu Cheng with a somewhat obsessed look.

Women love handsome scholars, but in essence they also admire the strong, at this moment Xu Cheng has two points in one, how can he not let women admire.

The two left.

In this pavilion, it was as lonely as ever.

Other people will just feel very distressed and bored in this loneliness, but Xu Cheng has learned to enjoy loneliness, enjoying everything that this loneliness brings, and the ethereal heart has slowly reached the edge of qualitative change.

Twilight hour.

Xu Cheng was about to walk out, but when he arrived at the door, he found that a tall, dark-faced disciple of the Inner Gate Demon Hall was waiting for him.

Xu Cheng looked up and said, "Your Excellency has something?"

The dark-faced man said, "You hit my brother in the face?"

Xu Cheng said: "Your brother, what is your brother?

Xu Cheng asked three times in a row.

The dark-faced man's face was even darker, and he said with some confusion at the moment: "Isn't it?"

Xu Cheng said: "You have practiced the fork." ”

The man was puzzled: "What fork?" The man also lost his domineering appearance just now at this moment, and became a simple look, his face was very simple, which made Xu Cheng sigh in his heart, in this demon gate, there are still such pure and dedicated cultivators, but even such a person will be involved in right and wrong as soon as he enters the red dust.

Xu Cheng said: "Dragon Elephant Bone Refining Demon Dao?"

The man nodded with a little adoration on his face.

"You remember, don't devour the night at midnight, the dragon power is too abundant, you should practice one of the magic tricks of one of the sects again at noon, refining the fire technique, so that the two are compatible, so that you can not engrave the magic pattern into the bone for a long time, and engrave it again. ”

"Thank you very much. ”

Xu Cheng waved his hand and walked away on the snow, his figure was very free and indifferent.

After Xu Cheng left.

The man walked to a place, and there was really an angry man next to him, and asked in a low voice at this moment: "Did my cousin kill him? Or did he kill him? It's nothing, you are an inner disciple, he is just an outer disciple, what's the matter?"

"Cousin, I forgot. ”

"Waste. ”

This manly circle of heads hit the black-faced man, the black-faced man's bones emitted a tenseness, and in an instant the man was knocked out, the black-faced man trotted a few steps, caught the man and said: "I think I may not be able to beat him." ”

The man almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, waved his hand at this moment, and staggered away, looking like his heart was already dead ashes.

"Cousin"

"How?"

"You better not retaliate, or I'm afraid you'll die. ”

"Well, ahem. ”

The man staggered away, one step at a time, and his heart was very sad.

And at this moment, a huge pitch-black bell engraved with several huge black dragons on the top of the Demon Hall rang.

Xu Cheng's footsteps stopped, his eyes moved, and he turned around and walked towards the hall in the distance.

"What the hell is going on?"

This was a question in the hearts of all the disciples, but some disciples had already guessed a few points.