The harmony of heaven and earth is the highest state of Taoist cultivation. Taoism pays attention to Taoism and nature, and everything originates from yin and yang and returns to nature. The avenue is inactive, and the world is pure. In the Dao Law, the Great Harmony of Heaven and Earth is an application of the comprehension of the Heavenly Dao, which can artificially create an environment of chaos and inaction, and eliminate all non-natural existences.

This is the highest control over a small world, and it is also the ultimate mental method of Taoist disciples. But again, it is precisely because of its incomparably huge power that it is extremely difficult to cultivate. Moreover, once it is used, the requirements for the realm of mana are also extremely high, and there are many Taoist disciples in history who think they have attained the Tao, and before they reach the realm, they forcibly exercise the great harmony of heaven and earth and are injured by the powerful power of counterattack. If it is light, the way will be lost, and if it is serious, the spirit will be destroyed. Therefore, among Taoists, the Taoism of disciples who can learn the great concentricity of heaven and earth is not trivial.

Of course, Changming didn't know the twists and turns, and even Suitian had only heard about it, so he didn't know what the great harmony of heaven and earth meant. Just regard it as a trick that Qing Xuan casually casts. It's no wonder that Qing Xuan just stretched out his right hand and pinched a trick at random, and there was no change in the color of heaven and earth when he led the thunder before. It's just that a clear dark light envelops the entire hall.

Changming felt a little faint discomfort in the Mud Pill Palace, but he only thought that it was the result of his overwork. In fact, this is the innate inspiration shared by those who practice martial arts, and there will be some faint signs when encountering a crisis or being in a desperate situation. Changming didn't know about it, and he didn't think about the crisis at all, but he didn't know that once he entered the realm of heaven and earth, it was equivalent to putting his life in the hands of others. If Qingxuan wants him to die, it's just a matter of thought.

The hall was filled with a clear light, but it looked like moonlight spilling over the ground. Changming didn't know what Qing Xuan's move was, but he was vaguely worried that he might not get rid of the thousand-year-old drought. "A hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, let alone a thousand-year-old monster?" This sentence suddenly burst out of his mind, which made Changming shiver at once.

Under the dark light, the marble floor tiles in the hall showed a faint cold light. is like Li Bai chanted, "It is suspected that it is frost on the ground". However, gradually, Changming had some strange feelings. At first, I thought it was my own illusion, but then I really found that there was a trace of black gas scattered on the floor tiles, like insects dormant on the ground, and they were ready to move to drill out of the soil after being stung. "What! what is this?" Changming's eyes widened, as if his eyes were about to split. Apparently astonished beyond measure.

Qing Xuan's expression was still faint, as if he hadn't seen anything. I pinched my right palm very comfortably, and changed my trick again. At the same time, he shouted "Gather!"

Although his expression was indifferent, it contained an incomparable majesty, as if everything in the world was ruled by him. The black gas on the floor tiles seemed to be steaming with boiling water, and all of them rose into the air, and they really gathered in one place like what Qing Xuan drank. It's just that the black gas on the floor tiles is getting more and more bubbled, and Zuihou stops in mid-air, and there are several feet in a radius.

At the beginning, Changming only thought that they would converge into a sphere. But to his surprise, it was very strange that this black qi gradually changed its appearance, and it turned out to be a huge face. The whole face was dark and dark, and the most strange thing was its eyes, as if there were no beads in the eyes, but Changming felt as if no matter where he went, he had a pair of eyes staring. But when he plucked up the courage to look, he found that Facebook's eyes seemed empty. The surroundings fell silent, and Qingxuan also closed his eyes, as if nothing had happened, standing motionless, like a statue.

Changming seemed to be the only living person here, and the atmosphere suddenly became gloomy and depressing, and Changming couldn't move anymore. "Giggles" suddenly let out an eerie, evil sneer. Frightened, Changming almost jumped up. "Is this!?" Changming looked around, and Zuihou saw the evil grimace, and his eyes suddenly brightened, staring at him motionlessly. ...,

"Ahh

"Evil obstacles, don't stop yet!" Qing Xuan, who had always been indifferent and cold, suddenly came out with such a sentence, reversing his previous indifferent state. The whole speech was solemn and majestic, coupled with the cold Xuanguang outside his body, and he was clothed in silver moonlight, like an immortal under the moon.

In a flicker, Qing Xuan stopped in front of Changming. The sleeve robe stretched out, blocking the grimace from looking at Changming. "Be careful with your luck, hold Yuan Shouyi, its gaze is very treacherous. Changming reminded in a low voice.

"This seat is the lower realm of the stars. How dare you do it to me!" The grimace's evil mouth pursed, and the gloomy words echoed throughout the space, coupled with the quiet environment around him and the sinister laughter that came from time to time, Changming couldn't suppress the numbness of his scalp no matter how much he worked. The internal power in the meridians is also constantly running around, and if you can't control it, I'm afraid you'll go crazy.

Qing Xuan glanced around, and the cold laughter became louder and louder, but Qing Xuan was unmoved. Instead, he smiled faintly as usual. He pinched a magic trick in his hand and said, "Sure!" Incredibly, all kinds of supernatural phenomena around him and the refreshing ghost laughter immediately subsided. The qi that Changming couldn't stop flowing in his body also stopped being restless, and under the drive of Changming's intentions, he was finally able to completely fall into the sea of qi.

"What? is this...... This is the realm of the Dao! Impossible, impossible!" Grimace seemed to suddenly see something incredible, although it was just as gloomy, but it showed a deep sense of surprise.

Qing Xuan stroked his beard with his left hand and said lightly: "You are just a greedy wolf in the lower realm, barely a killing star." Even with the help of the thousand-year-old Dao on the body of the Drought Fish, do you think that you can be lawless? Your golden body of the stars has been broken by the Poor Dao Thunder Law, and it is really ridiculous that you are still trying to sacrifice your life. ”

"Old Niubi, what more nonsense, let's see the real chapter under your hands!" Grimace was halfway through his words, and his momentum suddenly soared. The thick black fog near the grimace kept rolling, and the eerie smirk and phantom that had been hidden just now all appeared. And the most disturbing thing is that there are subtle fluctuations in the space near the grimace, as if the space is a little unstable. Of course, Changming, a layman, can't see the way, but in Qing Xuan's eyes, this is clearly a sign that the heaven and earth Datong he has laid is about to collapse.

But even so, Qing Xuan's face was still plain and indifferent, and he couldn't see the slightest nervousness. "Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things. The tone is as indifferent as ever, just four simple sentences, but with endless profundity.

A huge black and white gossip was born under Qingxuan's feet, and everything around him was silent, not the silence of the sound, but the whole space, the whole shijie was all quiet, it was a stillness in time. No matter how turbulent the grimace is, once it is still, it is like the moon shining on the river, and the Qiantang River is surging, but it has no effect on the moonlight in the sky.

The space, which had fluctuated frequently just now, has returned to its original calm state under such a "quiet" situation. And the grimace was also quietly suspended, I don't know if it was the result of being stunned or the result of Qingxuan's spell.

But even so, for Grimace, it's a seal at best. It's like an evil fire that can burn Shijie, but now it's just a matter of keeping it in a cave and letting it go out. Qing Xuan obviously knew this, and this was where the most critical and difficult thing came in.

"Ji Wuwei, Haizi is ugly, Samadhi gathers, and the ghosts are frightened. Just when Changming felt that everything had stopped, and he was just about to take a breath. But he heard Qingxuan pinching the magic trick in his hand in front of him, and lowered his head to chant. These four sentences are plain and bland, as if they do not hide the slightest edge. ...,

But in Changming's eyes, the evil grimace trembled after hearing these four words. The grimace's expression was one of surprise, or perhaps fear.

"Ji Wuwei, Hai Zi is ugly ......" Changming was puzzled in his heart, and slowly grasped the two spells of Qingxuan just now. These are the 12 earthly branches, which can represent both the moment and the direction in Feng Shui. Changming has been by Suitian's side for a few years, so he understands that these six earthly branches represent the three fires in the south and the three fires in the north, and the whole is the six fires in the north and south. "Samadhi gathers, ghosts and gods are frightened ......" Changming muttered again in his heart, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and raised his head suddenly.

At this moment, the grimace has long lost the courage it had just now, and it has curled up a little. Around it were evenly scattered three glowing flames, only a little larger, but it seemed as if the grimace was terrified of it, desperately trying to dodge. At this moment, a completely changed roar came, "It's Samadhi True Fire!"

Samadhi true fire, this only appears in legends. In the belief of the children of Taoism, the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, the head of the Three Qings, is the true fire of Samadhi that will not be extinguished for thousands of years. It is recorded in the texts that the true fire of Samadhi burns all things, with few exceptions, and is the nemesis of all evil things. Similarly, it is precisely because of its non-combustible nature that there are strict rules among Taoist disciples that this fire can only be burned out of thin air and cannot fall to the ground, otherwise it will really become a fire of destruction. Because of its strict requirements for the Tao, the high path that can summon the true fire of samadhi is extremely rare.

Qing Xuanlang laughed, pinched a magic trick in his hand, and the three flame flowers merged in one place. In an instant, the black gas that was rolled into a ball was ignited, and the fire was blazing, although the Samadhi True Fire was famous, Changming did not feel the imaginary heat wave rolling, and felt more and more the mystery of immortal arts.

In just one or two days, Changming has really experienced too much. He stared blankly at the flames in mid-air, listening to the occasional crackling sound of sparks, silently distracted. After a long time, the flames became smaller and smaller, and Zuihou turned into a puff of green smoke and dispersed. The greedy wolf constellation, the thousand-year-old Taoist line disappeared from the world.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable", Qing Xuan twisted the orchid in his hand and whispered a Taoist number. The clear light around him also faded, and the entire Suifu returned to a sense of peace, without a trace of discomfort or gloomy.

"Brother Ling's bones were accidentally scattered by the palm power of Poor Dao, I'm really sorry. However, the matter here is over, so let's choose an auspicious day for them to settle in the ground as soon as possible. After bothering for so long, it's time for Poor Dao to leave. Qing Xuan waved at Changming, bowed slightly and said.

"Where is this, the Taoist chief is bothered to follow the affairs of the family, where is he going in the middle of the night? The Taoist chief might as well rest for the night, and it is not too late to go on the road tomorrow morning. Of course Changming couldn't let him go, could it be that there was such a master, such a good opportunity was hard to come by, how could Changming let it go at will?

"Hehe" Qingxuan shook his head lightly with a smile, broke Changming's wrist, patted it, turned around and walked out. Changming only felt that his hand slipped, and somehow he was freed by Qingxuan. After chasing out, I saw a full moon hanging high outside the hall, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on the ground. The cold breeze in the evening blows and sways the bamboo leaves in the yard, as if people are dancing. Changming looked around, in addition to these scenes, where is the shadow of Qingxuan?