Yang Zhao shouted angrily, grabbed a qiē thing that he could catch beside him, and smashed it hard against the cliff, even the book in his hand, so that he could vent the extremely depressed and unwilling stuffiness in his heart.

He sat down among the branches, his head bowed in a lonely expression, and he looked very pitiful, like a child who had lost his way and could never find a home again.

Suddenly, Yang Zhao raised his head and looked at the sky above the cliff.

At this time, he didn't think of any seniors, because the seniors on this road were only Lu Xu's immortal masters, and Lu Xu's final ending was ruined, thinking about it, until finally his eyes fell on the clear blue sky outside the cliff.

"I'll try again, I don't care if it triggers a ban between the cliffs, and I don't care what I might encounter in the future. He silently said, "Because I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to go out." ”

Xiaobai was sitting in the bamboo house, listening to the sound of falling things outside the bamboo forest, and hurriedly prepared to take a look, and when she heard this sentence, she couldn't help but look different, she walked to the mouth of the cliff cave, and was about to go in, but saw a mess outside the bamboo forest, Yang Zhao sat cross-legged on the ground, his expression was quiet, like a statue of a god sitting on the ancient ruins.

In the past two years, Yang Zhao has been trying to transform the void and unintentional, but he has never cultivated and cultivated, and the depths of the dantian and the sea of knowledge are as calm as a small pond.

At this time, the void seemed to clearly perceive his absolute intention at this time, and it slowly flowed.

Perhaps it was because he had been lonely for too long, and when the void flowed intently, he completely ignored Yang Zhao's consciousness, and suddenly began to accelerate, and the speed became faster and faster.

In the end, the air flow in Yang Zhao's dantian actually began to tremble and sway, almost spinning like madness, and the calm small pond suddenly became violent, as if it was about to roll up the wind and rain.

The heaven and earth aura in the small cave sky struck from all directions like a slanting wind and drizzle, and then desperately poured into his body in an almost perfusion manner.

Yang Zhao clearly felt the current situation, and couldn't help but feel a trace of throbbing, thinking that if he allowed so much heaven and earth aura to pour into his body, he would most likely die violently in the end.

For a moment, he wanted to stop the whirlpool of qi in his abdomen.

But I don't know if he couldn't stop, or if he was desperate to regain his freedom, and wanted to gamble his life to bear the consequences of this sudden situation, in short, he didn't sit on anything.

Feeling the aura of heaven and earth constantly pouring into his body, Yang Zhao's face was slightly pale and his body trembled slightly, but he still sat firmly on the ground with his knees crossed, not moving at all.

The breeze between the cliffs, as if feeling the abnormality here, swept in and turned into a wind-carrying wind, which poured directly into the small cave through the bamboo forest and rain corridor on the cliffside.

Yang Zhao held on to the bamboo, struggled to stabilize his body, looked inside worriedly, and wanted to wake Yang Zhao up loudly, but in such a strong mountain wind, he couldn't open his mouth at all.

Yang Zhao sat quietly in the cave with his eyes closed, his mind was all in the void and unintentionally swelling in his body, he didn't know what was happening outside, and his clothes fluttered like a battle flag in the wilderness.

The mountain wind howled between the cliffs, and the fragments of stones that he had broken before floated up directly, circling in the air around his body, occasionally hitting the cave wall and turning into finer pieces.

The stone wall looked extremely hard, but under the dense impact of this storm, the outermost layer of the stone wall gradually cracked, and many stone chips fell.

The aura of heaven and earth between the cliffs and cliffs entered the small cave with the wind, constantly pouring into Yang Zhao's body, filling his dantian and sea of knowledge in an instant, and then pouring into his body everywhere, constantly filling and occupying, refusing to give up even the tiniest detail in any place.

Yang Zhao felt that his body was bulging, as if it had turned into a skin full of wine, and even felt that every hair and every eyelash of his hair was full of heaven and earth vitality.

The qi vortex in his abdomen became larger and larger, and the speed at the edge naturally became faster and faster, and even faintly made him feel the pain of his internal organs being cut raw.

He knew that if he allowed this situation to continue, he would be killed by the incessant influx of heaven and earth spiritual energy, but he still didn't stop, just silently chanted those four words, and kept waiting for the final moment to come.

Just when the aura of heaven and earth completely filled every part of his body and began to invade his true body, in that extremely short moment, Yang Zhao used his strong will to endure the nausea caused by the shock of the sea of consciousness, and endured the unreal but extremely terrible pain, allowing the power of divine consciousness to fall on the flowing air flow in his body.

For many years, Yang Zhao's predecessor has been meditating non-stop, because he wants to practice, whether he can practice or not, he is cultivating, he is cultivating, he is cultivating when he is in a daze, he is meditating all the time.

His predecessor had paid for perseverance and desire that ordinary cultivators could not bear, so after being able to cultivate, Yang Zhao inherited the will of his predecessor and possessed an abundant divine consciousness that ordinary cultivators could hardly imagine.

Therefore, when the aura of heaven and earth had been poured into his sea of consciousness, squeezing out the last bit of space and dispelling almost all of his divine consciousness, he could still retain the last clarity, the last trace of divine consciousness.

When that trace of consciousness fell, Yang Zhao was already in the sea of consciousness, and a bright light suddenly flashed.

The light was like lightning, and he woke up in an instant.

He thought of the ordinary aura that Lu Xuan had left here.

That simple breath was able to summon all the countless heaven and earth spiritual qi between the cliffs and cliffs, and then compress and condense into a sea of rain, forming an isolated two worlds above the sky and below the sky.

Since the aura of heaven and earth can be compressed, then the aura of heaven and earth in the body can naturally be compressed.

The two years he spent here turned into countless images, which quickly passed by his eyes.

The prohibition in the void, the furious ocean of heaven and earth aura, the mysterious book called the Purple Void Yellow Court True Scripture, and the immortal book given to him by Qingyin, countless kinds of heaven and earth aura, these information fragments are constantly colliding and combining, deconstructing and rebirth.

Yang Zhao no longer worried about whether he would die violently, nor did he pay attention to the dizziness and pain, but just calmly looked inside his body, allowing it to rotate and expand freely at high speed.

The most critical moment came. The majestic aura of heaven and earth occupied Yang Zhao's body.

At this time, a wonderful scene happened.

Rapidly expanding, about to break through the void of space, it seems that because of the expansion to the extreme, the density of the aura at the edge has become a little thinner, although it will soon be filled with the new influx of heaven and earth aura, but at that moment, the number of the void unintentionally itself seems to be unable to resist the gravitational pull of the outside aura, and there is a trace of trembling.

And then the void begins to shrink!

Although the speed of the aura generated by the void was very slow when it began to contract, it accelerated very quickly, and in the moment of lightning, it actually shrank to only half of the initial area!

This is no longer a contraction, this is no longer a simple unintentional, what is this?

Before Yang Zhao had time to react at all, the incomparably majestic void unintentionality that had been imposing a moment ago had all entered the sea of divine consciousness, and the void and unintentional in his body began to flow back with the meridians, and finally all returned to the sea of divine consciousness.

There was silence in the sea of nothingness, no sound, no movement.

There is only a drop of liquid like water, suspended in the very center of the space.

The liquid had no color, was crystal clear, and was as pure as water.

Yang Zhao looked at the water droplet, and his heart moved slightly.

The transparent water droplets suddenly began to shine with purple light, which was extremely beautiful, and each ray of light contained some kind of meaning of heaven and earth, and the wisps flowed in his body, like a spring breeze and drizzle, moistening every dry land.

The small cave was quiet in the day

There is no more storm of heaven and earth aura.

The mountain breeze that swept through the cliffs gradually stopped.

Fragments of those stones fell to the ground.

Only the bamboo leaves and wild flowers of various colors in the bamboo forest, which were torn to pieces by the wind before, are now relatively light, and slowly dance beside Yang Zhao with the breeze, like countless butterflies.

Yang Zhao slowly opened his eyes.

Bamboo leaves and flower petals sprinkled on him.

The ground was also a wreckage.

Yang Zhao picked off the petals and bamboo leaves on his body, and walked into the bamboo forest, his face was drawn like a sword, showing an unyielding and proud expression.

Before despair was the sky, there was still no response, Yang Zhao's shout disappeared not far from the cliff, and it did not linger, let alone go around the wall for several years.

Looking at the beautiful scenery of the cliff, Yang Zhao was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the bamboo house, but when he was about to walk into the bamboo house, his feet subconsciously stopped.

Xiaobai said, "Don't you want to go out?"

Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "I haven't figured it out yet. ”

He was imprisoned in this small cave for two years, and his spirit and will were subjected to extremely severe tests, and in those days of contemplation, disappointment and despair, he thought countless times that if he could break through the ban and get out of Nandou Mountain, he would definitely flee from this place immediately with Xiao Bai Fei, and he would never enter this small cave again in his life.

However, when he really wanted to break through, he suddenly found that his mood was so calm, and the bamboo forests and stone walls that made him extremely tired and depressed in the small cave seemed to have a lot of natural beauty at this time, and the scene in front of him was completely different from the past.

Yang Zhao was even more uncomfortable, and stretched out the index finger of his right hand.

The extremely pure sword intent was slowly released from the sea of consciousness in his body, and it entered the Dantian through the passage, transported from the meridians to the fingers of his arms, and then turned into a round purple light flame.

Xiao Bai looked at this scene in a daze, and subconsciously asked, "This is the meaning of heaven and earth that you have cultivated?"

Yang Zhao nodded and remained silent.

The breath of destruction came out from Yang Zhao's fingertips, and it was no longer the original nothingness and unintentionality, but a touch of purple with countless spiritual energy, just like the theory in that book, most of the heaven and earth breath in the world came from heaven and earth, and it became how many different characteristics of the breath, but it was exactly the same thing in the origin, and there was no essential difference between the void and this purple consciousness.

It's just that time is the greatest existence in the world after all, and it is still unimaginable to erase its traces on the void and unintention, and finally make the void and unintentional be homogeneous with the breath of heaven and earth.

Lu Xu did it back then.

It's just that he has cultivated the void to the extreme, and he no longer needs to simulate all kinds of heaven and earth aura, but has cultivated all the heaven and earth aura in the world into the purest existence in his body.

When all colors of light are fused together, it is transparent and colorless light.

All the heaven and earth auras merged in one place, and they also became transparent and colorless light.

This pure pillar of light is the purest aura of heaven and earth.

But Yang Zhao is not like this, no matter how you simulate, you can't escape the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, it is because of him that he breaks the void and unintentional, so as to comprehend the true meaning of his heaven and earth.

Yang Zhao called this Purple Void, and he looked at the purple halo on his fingertips, and he also understood everything.

Now, of course, he has not cultivated his void intention to the extreme, but he has understood this truth and can change it.

In addition to the unintentional changes, the most important thing is that he seems to see some of the most basic structures in heaven and earth, and even vaguely, he sees the other side that he has never hoped for.

It is precisely because he knows this that he has a deeper understanding of Lu Xu's path, and he has to walk out of his own path.

At this moment, Yang Zhao seemed to be proud, but he didn't have any smug expression, walked to the bamboo house, just like when he saw Lu Xu's handwriting in that mysterious space, he knelt on the ground and made a disciple salute.

It took Lu Xu a full hundred years to leave this small cave, and it only took him a few years, but he knew very well that it was not his talent cultivation that surpassed Lu Xu, but because Lu Xu figured out this truth with his peerless talent, and then Qingyin kept Lu Xu's experience back then.

A man who stands on the shoulders of a giant can never really be taller than a giant.

Unless he inherits the mantle of Lu Xu, he can fulfill Lu Xu's wish.

But how far away it was.