Qin Yan continued to meditate, recuperating his spirit, and it was not until most of the day later that he adjusted his body to its best state.

He was not in a hurry to cross the catastrophe, because his heart had not yet completely calmed down. With such an unclear and thorough state of mind, it is not a good idea to forcibly endure the washing of the heart.

And he hasn't decided whether to break through the level with blood or with a sword. This is related to the foundation of his future pursuit of the avenue, and he cannot choose carefully.

In terms of mystical mysteries, the Han Blood Divine Skill is far superior to the Imperial Weapon Technique, and the fifth level of Han Blood can simulate the Buddhist supernatural powers, which can be matched with the seventh "impeccable" realm of the Imperial Weapon Technique. But in the same way, the danger and unpredictability of Han Blood is also much greater than that of the Imperial Weapon, and if it is not good, it will be the end of exploding and dying. Huang Fan's tragic ending was ahead, and Qin Yan was really not too sure.

He was dumbfounded, unable to decide, so he got up, pushed the door and walked out.

He stood in front of the railing on the roof of the building, looking down at the people coming and going in the bustling town, soothing his body and letting the morning breeze blow. The surging power pulsated regularly, diffusing into every corner of his body, and he controlled every trace of energy, feeling a kind of unprecedented comfort, as if he could embrace everything in front of him.

The golden sunlight shone on his face, and there was a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

Resentment? The enemy is pressing, step by step, taking away what should be mine, and this breath is difficult to swallow no matter what.

If you weren't impetuous, revenge-conscious, and thought-ahead of you, you wouldn't have ended up in such a field.

If we fail to succeed before the end of the conference, we will miss a good opportunity, and there will be no chance of recovery.

The heaviest part is still fear. If you take this step today, there is no turning back, and if you don't become a Taoist, you will be crushed.

If I die, what will happen to Senior Sister Yu?

......

The knot in my heart is difficult to solve, and the resentment is difficult to settle, but if my mind is broad enough, I should not only pay attention to this little detail, everything has its own fate, and I can't escape when I should come, and I shouldn't shake my original state of mind at all.

Have you forgotten the heroic wish you once made? How can you hesitate when the time comes! Isn't this the opportunity I have been looking forward to for a long time? Where is the pure boy who was carefree and fearless back then, and who said, "My heart for the Tao has never been severed for a day"?

In the world, in love/desire, only life and death, alone and alone. When the line is fun, the land of bitterness and happiness, the body deserves it, and there is no generation.

This is the path I have chosen, and since I have taken this step, there is a realm between the red dust and everything in me. All mundane thoughts are left behind. I hold my sword, cut through thorns and thorns, and never regret dying!

Thinking of this, his chest was free, he looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, suddenly drew his sword and stood up, shouting to the sky: "Come on!"

No longer need to hide his heart with the lonely darkness, fade away the resentment and resentment, he stands upright, let the sunlight shine, watching the wind and clouds change in the distance, and the sunlight turns into a little scale, rippling like ripples.

The thoughts and miscellaneous thoughts that have drifted away in the middle of the night are also like this ripple, and they will no longer be able to distinguish their original appearance.

There is no choice but to fight to the death.

He wants to use the sword in his hand to break through the level and leave the golden lotus seed for Han Blood.

The wind rose, dark clouds gathered in the dome, and the sky suddenly became gloomy.

Feelings surged in his heart, and he heard the faint and approaching voice of the celestial Sanskrit singing.

At this moment, he finally got a glimpse of the corner of the realm of "making the extreme" again.

This time, he caught the shadow of Shen Yun and would never let it slip out of his hand again.

He began to dance the sword, very lightly, very slowly, with a gentle step, very serious and cautious to follow the traces of Shen Yun.

The sword walks with him, not sharp at all, he can't afford his clothes, his sword aura is spiritless, and compared with the domineering scene when he swung the sword in the past, it was like a child's trick.

But it was this almost childlike trick that caused a great change in the qi of heaven and earth, and strong winds blew at the same time on the mountains and fields within a radius of 100 miles, flying sand and rocks. The direction of the wind was the tiny figure on the roof of Ebony Town.

The incomparably thick aura poured into his body whether he wanted it or not.

His sword was still slow, because the sword was aimed at no one else, but his own heart.

The sword of the ultimate is not to kill, but to refine the heart.

No one knew the danger that lay beneath this seemingly calm scene.

If you don't have a clear and thorough sword heart, you can't resist this ultimate sword, and at this moment, you have fallen into madness, shouting wildly, and being squeezed by the aura and dying.

Only a realm higher than the seventh layer of the Imperial Weapon Technique's flawless realm can resist the attack of sword qi and spiritual energy.

At this time, his body was out of his control, and he couldn't help but dance. The only thing he can control is a human heart that doesn't exist anymore.

He silently recited the Golden Lotus Sutra in his heart, allowing the power of the Great Dao to wash over his body, break the shackles, and destroy the mark......

'The mark has been removed, how should I explain it when I meet the master?'

This thought flashed in his heart, and he suddenly felt that the veins of the Lingtai had a tendency to be unstable, and he hurriedly settled his mind, got rid of all obsolete thoughts, and refined his heart thoroughly and clearly, even if the external force added to his body and the heavens and the earth blocked, there was no flaw.

He finally regained control of his body.

The Three Thousand Great Dao is vast and deep, and he has chosen his own path and realized the existence of the Great Dao.

Daozu once said that the Tao is Taoist, and it is very Taoist. But for Qin Yan, the Tao is not Tao, he cannot Tao. Just depicting that touch of charm is enough to make people spend their years exhausted. He didn't have the ability of a Dao Ancestor, and he was already very fortunate to be able to touch a corner of the Great Dao before he was a weak crown, so how could he dare to have other delusions?

He only wanted to carve his soul brand on the chosen avenue, and he was satisfied.

The voice of the Buddha is singing in the heart, and there is a light guiding ahead.

"Although the phantom flower is extinguished, the emptiness is not bad. The illusory minds of all beings. Still disillusioned. All illusions are gone. Feeling immobile. Illusion. Also known as phantom. If you say that you are awake. It's still not gone. Say the unconscious. The same is true. That's why. Disillusionment is called Immovable ......"

The sword turns.

The clothes are flying, the silver light is sprinkled on the face, and the gold scales are upside down.

Countless Dao seemed to cut through the silver blade of space, silently blooming like a lotus flower. The posture of the city is captivating, but it is fleeting.

This is the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

The heart tribulation has passed, and the next step is to break the entrance and plant the Dao fruit.

Dark clouds cover the top, and the sky is as dark as darkness.

There was lightning and thunder in the clouds, and I don't know when it was already pouring rain. The raindrops the size of beans fell to the ground, and the crackling sound was fierce and rapid. A pair of hands in the darkness pushed all of this, celebrating the birth of a Tian Yuan Grandmaster in such an exciting way!

But it's too early to celebrate.

On a dimly lit ground, people were sheltering from the rain in their houses, and suddenly they heard a thunderclap that shook their ears and trembled, as if they heard a dragon's roar in the clouds.