In the early morning, the sparse sunlight fell on an unnamed stone monument, and occasionally a few bird calls sounded, lonely and lonely.

On the top of Mount Mochizuki, ripples swirled, and a line of black light suddenly flashed out, from top to bottom, it seemed to divide the entire Moon Mountain into two halves from top to bottom. The black line grew bigger and bigger, and gradually became a gap one person wide, through which you could see that there was a mountain inside, a real Mount Mochizuki.

A long rainbow drew out of the gap, landed on the top of Mochizuki Mountain, and then came to Zhang Zhongfan's grave in an instant, it was actually a beautiful woman. The woman was dressed in a white dress, without makeup and clothes, and blended in with the scenery at the moment, she stroked the stone tablet, and tears fell silently.

With a wave of his right hand, his divine sense swept, and he was instantly named on the stone tablet. It is written about the tomb of Zhang Zhongfan, and the name is Sang Yubing.

And on the right side of the stele, there are a few lines of small characters: You say, hold your hands side by side, fight the sword of the world!

A verdant flute appeared in his hand, and in the early morning air, there was gradually a mournful and melancholy atmosphere......

The sound of the flute reached Mu Niantian's ears, he looked at the ginkgo tree from afar, and sighed: "Senior sister, you are finally here!"

The sound of the flute reached Lin Luotian's ears, but Lin Luotian didn't hear the flute, and among the countless questions, there was only one more woman's complaint at this time.

You say, hand in hand, sword to the end of the world! Now, the vicissitudes of life, all the negative years!

Endless visions popped up, one devouring a corner of memory, one devouring a soul......

Lin Luotian opened his eyes and found that there was darkness all around, there was nothing, and he couldn't see anything. He walked on, but it was inaccurate, for there was no land under his feet, and he seemed to wander in the void, like a lonely ghost.

I don't know how many years have passed, he has been wandering here, there has been no light here, only darkness and eternity. I don't know how many years have passed, he has forgotten who he is, he doesn't know where this is, he doesn't know when he wants to wander and where he will wander.

Another period of time passed, and he was finished unconscious, and his body floated quietly in the darkness. But suddenly, one day, several mirrors suddenly appeared next to him, and the mirrors were very ordinary, and there was nothing special about them. His body floated silently beside the mirror, and suddenly, he opened his eyes, his eyes were blank, and then he saw the mirrors, and the mirrors revolved around him the moment he opened them, and at the same time the images appeared in the mirror.

In the first mirror, white, red, green, black, and yellow lights are intertwined, rising to the sky, dancing in the sky, and suddenly the wind and thunder surge, the ice and snow fall from the sky, and the five-colored light forms a blue phoenix, flying in the purple thunder and lightning, and the feathers are sprinkled and turned into a little crystal ice and snow.

In the second mirror, he walked to the front of the cave, made a few handprints, the door of the cave opened, as soon as he went out, a woman stepped forward, the woman was dressed in red, as fierce as fire, and her beautiful face had a hint of coquettishness.

In the third mirror, entering the cave, there was originally only one futon in the cave, but now it is arranged like a home, there is a stone table, a teapot, two stone benches, two teacups, and two stone beds, the futon is gone, the stone wall is carved with patterns, and there are some small jewelry in the shells.

In the fourth mirror, Duan Hongxue hugged him and spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the red blood fell on his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was his or hers. Although this blow was resolved by Zizhen, there was still a full force equivalent to the late stage of foundation building that fell on Duan Hongxue, she picked him up, and then the sword left, tears dripping on his face, and drifting away with the wind.

In the fifth mirror, one of the old man's fingers fell on his brow in an instant. The body collapsed, the Yuan Ying was split, and the soul was broken, but his immortal intent broke through the **, and in the evil qi wrapped, he fused with the evil qi. At that moment, he had an understanding that everything between heaven and earth was under his control.

But at this moment, all of a sudden, from his collapsed physical body, he saw a trace of divine consciousness, this divine consciousness was extremely strange, very different from the divine consciousness of ordinary cultivators. Then he saw who the owner of the consciousness was, and who imprinted it on him.

In the sixth mirror, he and Duan Hongxue were in a big mountain, and there was a grave mound next to his feet, but he couldn't see it.

In the seventh mirror, he and Duan Hongxue hugged each other in the air, Mu Xinhui stood in front of them, looking behind him with a strange expression, there were two old men and a woman, looking at Mu Xinhui with a smile, and Qin Qingxue was waving to her...... But he and Duan Hongxue couldn't see it.

In the eighth and final mirror, he saw nothing but a mirror. In this mirror, there was also a multicolored mirror, and all of a sudden, the five-colored mirror shone brightly, joy, anger, love, fear, sorrow, evil, desire, life, death, eyes, ears, nose, mouth, thirteen big characters flew out, wanting to sink into his eyebrows.

At this moment, in the five-color mirror, a person suddenly appeared, and that person was him, and I saw him wave his right hand lightly and say eight words to the five-color mirror:

Outside the illusion, the truth is in the heart!

At this moment, on Mochizuki Mountain, the stone in Lin Luotian's arms suddenly trembled, and a ghostly light lit up, and a cool true yuan overflowed from the stone, instantly swimming all the meridian systems of Lin Luotian's body, making Lin Luotian finally wake up from the madness.

But Lin Luotian's sobriety is not sobriety in the sense, he is in a wonderful realm at the moment, and there are only the words "illusion outside, true in heart" in his mind.

An indescribable and inexplicable aura brewed on Lin Luotian's body.

Mu Niantian suddenly turned around, looked at Lin Luotian, and said in shock: "Meaning......! A martial artist with a perfect realm can comprehend the meaning! This ...... How is this possible!"

Qin Qingxue was puzzled and asked, "Grandpa Mu, what is the meaning?"

Mu Niantian sighed: "If I could know what the meaning is, I would have broken through the artistic conception a long time ago! What is this meaning, only those who are closed to the death of the artistic conception predecessors know, but I heard that only by understanding the meaning, can there be a chance to return to the innate nature! I just didn't expect that he could touch the meaning in his current realm...... It's not easy!"

Behind him, a voice sighed: "Senior brother......"

Mu Niantian's body was shocked, he turned around, looked at the woman who walked over step by step, and there was only one sigh in a thousand words: "Senior sister, you are here!"

Sang Yubing glanced at Lin Luotian in surprise, and said with a light smile: "Senior brother, I have always been here...... Mochizuki is still the same Mochizuki!"

Mu Niantian shook his head and said, "I haven't seen you for a hundred years, you are still you, but I am not me anymore." ”

Sang Yubing said: "If it weren't for you, you would have comprehended the will of martial arts a long time ago, but you didn't want to comprehend it...... I'm not me anymore. ”

Mu Niantian smiled bitterly: "I haven't seen you for a hundred years, you are still beautiful, but I am late in my twilight years." Of course I'm not me anymore, and you're still you. ”

Sang Yubing also said: "The passage of time will always take away some subtle things, it takes away your face, and it also takes away my heart...... With the passage of time, everyone and everything is subtly changing. ”

Mu Niantian laughed and said, "Since things are changing all the time, why is Mochizuki still the same Mochizuki?"

Sang Yubing also smiled and said: "Senior brother, I still can't say that you, if you had eaten that Peiling Pill back then, I am afraid that you would have turned into a god a long time ago!"

Mu Niantian was speechless, staring at Lin Luotian for a long time before he said, "Senior sister, that's not me, it's not him, it's not your choice." Where there is a cause, there is an effect, this is the choice of heaven and the arrangement of fate. ”

Sang Yubing smiled and said: "Senior brother, don't talk about these sad things, I came out this time to comprehend the realm of transforming gods, here are my memories, I will live here." ”

Boom! Boom! Blood light burst out, rushing straight into the sky, dyeing the clouds in the sky red, and an incomparably powerful force of qi and blood suddenly erupted from Lin Luotian's body!

When Lin Luotian went mad, his qi and blood almost dried up, and he fell under the Ming Realm Xiaocheng, and now with the outbreak of this qi and blood, it was restored to the perfection of the Ming Realm in an instant. And it continues to skyrocket in a straight line, ten breaths have passed, and the power of qi and blood has surpassed the bright realm, reaching the dark realm, and is about to reach the point of small success in the dark realm!

At the same time, in the midst of the madness, the fifth percent of the medicinal power in his flesh and blood suddenly dissolved, and this medicinal power did not enhance his cultivation, nor did he enhance his blood qi, but it was integrated into the blood.

There are countless drops of blood in the human body, and those who cultivate to the depths can condense the essence and blood, but most people can only condense a few drops or a dozen drops, and only a very few people can condense hundreds of drops of essence and blood. The preciousness of essence blood can be seen, every drop of essence blood is lost, the cultivation will drop to a certain extent, and the less essence blood, even if a drop is lost, the cultivation will drop significantly.

And the refining of essence blood is not directly related to cultivation, but there is a great opportunity to refine essence blood.

Lin Luotian's flesh and blood had dried up before, but Lin Luotian touched his mind, although it was just a little fur in the fur, but the sublimation of the realm gave the flesh and blood a unique artistic conception, making the flesh and blood more refined than before, and with the integration of the fifth percent of the medicinal power, one-fifth of the blood in his body actually had a tendency to transform into essence blood!

This...... Because throughout the ages, no martial artist, cultivator, or ancient cultivator has ever been able to turn one-fifth of his body into essence and blood, and perhaps only in the more distant ancient times, the great power of that time could do it.

Although he has not turned into essence blood now, if all this blood is refined into essence blood, the majesty of his blood qi will far surpass that of martial artists in the same realm, and even far beyond the limits of martial artists, which may be enough for him to make up for his innate deficiencies and compete head-on with cultivators in the same realm.

However, there are pros and cons.

Although Lin Luotian's flesh and blood are much higher than those of the martial artists of the same realm, giving him the capital to compete head-on with the cultivators of the same realm, the progress of his cultivation will be even more difficult than before!

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