Although Yuhua Mountain is not a big sect, the spells in the door also have another way.

This time it was Xuan Zhen, the eldest disciple of Yuhua Sect, who came with the unpredictable Xuan light above his head shining into the mountain, shining on the ever-changing red shadow. This mirror is called Dingyuan Zhaotian Mirror, it is the heavy treasure of Yuhua Mountain, this time it was brought out by the eldest disciple, even if the Prince of Xueqiu is not seriously injured, he is afraid that he can be pleased.

"Definitely. ”

Xuan Zhen Dao mouthed the truth, and the red shadow suddenly froze.

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The Xuanzhen Daoist drank a mantra again, and the red shadow followed the Xuanguang and took out the mountain, and quickly shrunk in the Xuanguang, and in a blink of an eye, the blood shadow was ingested into the Xuanguang above the Xuanzhen Daoist's head. I saw a little red fluttering and flipping in the dark light.

Xuanzhen Taoist was slightly stunned, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the top of his head Xuanguang, Xuanguang flipped, and a pangolin wrapped in blood clothes fell out, and at a glance, he knew that this pangolin was driven away, and the person who drove the king must be the prince of the blood hill, because there is the breath of the prince of the blood hill on its body, otherwise the Dingyuan mirror would not have shone on it.

At this time, this pangolin wrapped in the bloody clothes of the Prince of the Blood Hill appeared, and the Prince of the Blood Hill must have fled, this is used to divide their gods.

"Escaped?"

It was Xuan Zhen's junior sister Xuan Qing who spoke.

"How can he let him escape like this, if the master gave this Dingyuan Zhaotian Mirror can't be taken down, what face will he have to go back. Xuanzhen Taoist said: "Xuanqing, you pass on the Fa to all the junior disciples, let them surround this Lianyun Mountain, Xuankong, you protect the Dharma for me, and I want to drive the Zhaotian True Talisman in this 'Dingyuan Zhaotian Mirror'." ”

In the world, everyone has his own love, hatred and beliefs, his own shijie, there are people who cultivate truth, there are ordinary people, one person and one shijie. When these thousands of people come together, they become a great shijie.

Time passed day by day, the people in the city every time went deep into the depths of Lianyun Mountain to hunt, and after picking mountain ginseng and coming back, they would offer it, and everyone who offered mountain ginseng would say that they hoped to be useful to the prince.

In fact, this mountain ginseng is not of great use to Qingyang, Qingyang now has the medicine that the national teacher Qiu Mingsan went to a Dandao sect to ask for back, and this medicine can cure Qingyang's physical wounds, it turns out that the king wanted to issue an order so that all the people who picked the ginseng or spiritual fruit do not have to give it again, but the national teacher stopped it, he said: "If the poor Dao is not bad, Bixia should not stop it well." ”

"Why is this? It is not easy to pick ginseng from the mountain, although Rui is my son, but the people of Huling Country are also few people in their hearts, how can I be tired of a country because of my son, not to mention, this mountain ginseng is useless to my son, why not let the people use it for themselves?"

The national teacher Qiu Mingsanren looked at the king and said: "Bixia loves the people like a son, and the tiger tomb is lucky, but this mountain ginseng may be useless to the prince, but the heart of wishing the prince a speedy recovery is of great use to the prince." ”

King Geng didn't know much about cultivation, and he didn't seem to understand it after listening to the words of the national teacher.

Originally, the national teacher didn't care very much about being the national teacher in this Huling country, and his heart was to see who this Qingyang was, although he didn't know who Qingyang was, but he was almost sure that Qingyang would not be his ancestor, because Qingyang did not have the characteristics of his ancestor.

The doctrine of interception is to intercept a wisp of vitality between heaven and earth and impose it on one's own body, and pay attention to the courage and straightforwardness, this kind of Taoism is present in every orthodox disciple of the interception sect, among which the sect leader Tongtian Taoist is the most obvious, as long as the disciples of the interception sect see it, they will definitely be able to feel it, which can not be wiped out even if it is reincarnated many times. And Qingyang doesn't have that kind of Dao intent in his body.

Therefore, when the national teacher found out that Qingyang did not have this kind of Taoist intention, he didn't care much about being the national teacher, and he hadn't even done anything to spread the morality of the sect, so when he encountered the siege of the prince of the blood hill and the evil ghosts and Daoists, he decided in his heart that if he couldn't do anything, he would run away.

Even if Qingyang Zuihou summoned the Heavenly Thunder with his not high cultivation, the high and wonderful realm revealed by this method only surprised Qiu Ming Daoren, but it did not make him stay here with any determination in his heart.

What really made him decide to stay here were the two words that Qingyang said after falling from the sky.

One of the sentences is to say to the Fire Snake Girl, 'Mother, it was I who harmed the Tiger Tomb Kingdom', this sentence is nothing in the eyes of those ordinary people, and the Fire Snake Girl only feels that her child is finally willing to call her mother. In Qiu Mingsan's ears, this is a kind of transformation, not a simple transformation, but a transformation that has realized the true heart of the Great Dao. In his opinion, although Qingyang's realm may be very high in the past, he has an immortal heart, this immortal heart is a good way to speak, and another way of saying it is arrogant, regarding all living beings as ants, this kind of person may cultivate earth-shattering supernatural powers, or may be superb, but he can't get the avenue after all, and he can't become the top place.

Originally, Qiu Mingsan didn't know about this, and he also knew about it after returning to Jinao Island once.

"Even if His Royal Highness the Prince has not attained the Great Dao in the future, it must be a moral true cultivation. Qiu Mingsanren said.

The king still didn't quite understand, but he knew that it was beneficial to Qingyang, so he didn't say anything.

Qiu Mingsan didn't say anything more, because he felt that Qingyang's divine will was scattered into the entire Huling City, like the wind, if there was nothing, those divine intentions were wrapped around everyone's body, which made Qiu Mingsanren have a feeling that Qingyang was turning into sentient beings.

There have been monks who reincarnated in order to break through themselves and re-experience the world, which is similar to what Qingyang is doing now.

"Could it be that there will be a great virtuous true cultivator here?" Qiu Mingsan thought in his heart, he looked at the dilapidated appearance of the Tiger Tomb, which was not very prosperous at this time, but also stable, and thought: "When he wakes up, he will see if he can see the real avenue, if he really has a glimpse, then ......"

Qiu Mingsan thought of this, and saw the white gull bird Xiaobai entering the houses to treat those injured, and thought in his heart: "This demon actually has such a virtue, is it practicing? Or is it the same in his heart?

Thinking of this, he felt that he needed to go back, or even go to Jinche, to tell him about the things here, so he found the Fire Dragon Divine General and asked him to guard the Huling Kingdom here, and he himself turned into a sword light and left.

Time passed day by day, Qingyang's divine will slowly collected from the people of Huling Kingdom, and every wisp of divine consciousness seemed to have brought with that person's joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows, with that person's heart, with his purest sincere wishes and persistence.

In the end, all the thoughts gathered in Qingyang's heart and turned into a person.

One person, one shijie, those tens of thousands of thoughts converge to form a big shijie, and that big shijie is the world where the Huling Kingdom is located.

All of this evolved in Qingyang's heart, and the people they were transformed into by these thoughts continued to live until they died. However, they have children, have inheritance, continue to spread, more and more, and finally differentiate into hundreds of millions of ideas, all different and unique.

Qingyang's self-mind seems to be detached from watching the evolution of this shijie in his heart, but everyone in the shijie is himself, and he has personally experienced the joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows.

They are like his children, they are sad, Qingyang is sad, they are happy, Qingyang is happy.

Among them, some people were killed by demons, and some people incarnated as demons to kill others, all of which Qingyang could clearly feel.

Suddenly, one day, these people all dissipated, re-established into a person, a person in a gray robe sat there cross-legged, this is Qingyang himself, hundreds of millions of thoughts gathered, this person still continues to evolve, condensed inward, the face disappears, the human hand disappears, there is no human form, and finally it becomes a gray seed, condensed small, if anyone sees it, they will definitely recognize that it is a rice seed. At the moment when the rice seed condensed, it exuded a quaint atmosphere, and a quaint rice seed appeared in the clear eyebrows lying on the bed, and in this instant, the entire Huling Kingdom knew that the prince had woken up, and the injuries on his body disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xiaobai in the city looked at the direction of the palace in surprise, and the snake demon who had been thinking about whether to leave or stay in the Canglan River also looked at the Huling City suspiciously.

They saw that there was an aura in the palace that was not domineering, but went straight to their hearts.