Revelation of the Heavens

"Yes, your style of Taoism is a fusion of ancient and modern times, and you also have your own unique insights, but your knowledge is limited and your realm is low. No matter how defiant you are, it is impossible for this style of Taoism to be traceless, or even the next one. Creation is very easy to be biased, and it is difficult to achieve." It took half an hour to simplify Xiaoyu's calculations, and although he couldn't imitate them all, they were exactly the same, but the essentials were already familiar to him.

The old cripple is worthy of being one of the few immortals in the heavens, and he uttered all his shortcomings and regrets in one sentence, which made Xiaoyu sigh and be convinced.

"To lift this restriction, you need time and hard work, fighting and bloodshed." The old cripple gave Xiaoyu his final advice. If he wants to truly perfect this style, it cannot be done simply by pointing it out. The origin amazed him. A Yuan Qi Tribulation can create this kind of magic, which has already made many geniuses and evildoers pale.

Xiaoyu also knows that there is no shortcut to success in all dharmas, especially the method of origin, which is difficult to achieve in a short period of time in his realm. If he wants to break through, it is only possible to be enlightened by a character like the old cripple: "I I know, I just don’t want to wait any longer.”

Sooner or later, he and Qian Aoyun will have a life-and-death game. After achieving the inner demon, there will be a final fight, and the chance of winning is only half. win.

"Okay! I can only be your guide instead of interfering with your next path." Seeing Xiaoyu's eagerness for quick success, the old cripple didn't want to ruin this technique, so he settled for the next best thing.

"Okay, as long as the origin can be perfected, anything will do!" Xiaoyu couldn't miss the good intentions of the old cripple. With his current state of knowledge, even if he calculated the next formula of the origin, it would end the technique. To go further, you have to step into a higher level.

"Have you been enlightened before?" The old cripple questioned.

"Yes! Both of them have fallen. They are the same as you. They are all rebels. One is a fairy treasure vase, and the other has its head cut off and cast into an artifact." Xiaoyu nodded and responded indifferently. Except for them, The world of mortals, the remnants of green bags, and even the ferryman all gave him inspiration.

"No wonder you have such achievements. Since they have made a mark on your destiny, then I will exaggerate it." The old cripple nodded and pointed at Xiaoyu's forehead, wanting to enter the will of this son's soul. , Mount Sumeru between the eyebrows independently protects, a vast and inaction, reverses the universe and instinctively counterattacks, making this immortal frown, and return with one blow without success.

"Your boy is really full of treasures." The old cripple shook his head in surprise, and when Xiaoyu finished appeasing Mount Sumeru, he opened his will and soul to let the old cripple enter it. Immediately, this immortal golden elixir emerged above his head, enveloping the two bodies, mottled forever Unchanged, still translucent, when reflecting the sky, the two souls entangled together and began to support each other.

Hong Chen was at the side, seeing this scene, nodded secretly, although this old guy was mean and annoying, but he said the same thing, actually used the soul method to help enlighten him personally, it was considered his best effort.

Xiaoyu is also good, he did not refuse the soul to enter his own will, and the ascetic will never trust anyone except himself. This is a cruel basic rule, which has been confirmed for tens of thousands of years. In the hands of your loved ones.

Even in the whirling, Xiaoyu never let the ancient tree Yuanling enter his will. His words held a lot of weight in his heart.

The two wills are based on the heart, imitated in the shape, guided and dominated by the old cripple, combing and reshaping Xiaoyu's soul, in which all kinds of sharing and reciprocity, the experience is focused, compared with many congenital deficiencies, acquired impurities are difficult to remove, and reconnected On the road to the great road, there are fewer bumps and more opportunities and luck.

The two figures face each other, with their eyes closed and dead silent. With the exchange and sharing of soul will, gradually, the breath merges together, and even the phantom sky overlaps, waving the flag for the two figures.

The outside is quiet, but inside the soul of the will is the center of the storm. In the chaos, the space of will is rippling and the wind is blowing. The old cripple sits silently in one place, revealing all the techniques he has seen and seen in his life. , The ten thousand phases of Taoism can't stop taking off, Xiaoyu got up and grabbed countless talismans, and integrated them into the origin, the souls and wills of the two parties matched, and he could control all the spells released by the old cripple.

Seeing the changes in the sky, falling and floating, Xiaoyu's expression is indifferent, and he will use the source continuously to absorb many fairy arts. After decomposing the key strengths of one method, it can only provide a little transparency for this method. If you want to condense this type of forward-looking end, you have to pay.

The old cripple was pointing out, if Xiaoyu made a mistake, a wave of will would strike, breaking up the unformed source, and from time to time, the mouth would open slightly, and the son of sound transmission would pay attention to mistakes and omissions, a truly shocking god There should be no flaws or flaws in the technique. Why is the divine tool fairy art so heaven-defying, allowing him to use the weak to fight the strong, towering destruction of good fortune and even the three disasters? The reason is that it is perfect and far surpasses the ordinary fairy art.

The two parties blend their wills in this space and continue to testify, and the outer body will be taken care of by Hong Chen.

For three months, the two strands of will and soul were restless, until the old cripple could no longer see the source of any flaws, and nodded slightly in approval. The golden elixir, the will and soul were attached to the body. When he opened his eyes, a wave of decay and death emerged. In the void, a door to hell slowly opened, overflowing with the spirit of ecstasy, the mantra of life-seeking mantras fell, and turned into an impermanence hook, life and death are thin, the judge's pen, who underestimates this arrogance and uses the source from beginning to end, should have been transformed into the generation of heaven Kill it, let it fly away.

The old cripple stood up, raised his hands to the sky, turned life and death upside down, and walked in the opposite direction. The endless dharma power was extremely terrifying, and the palm of his hand descended like the power of heaven, breaking up and destroying all the manifested things.

What is rebellion? Rebellion is not only the way of heaven, but also the fate of life and death. The old cripple is too tyrannical, even fate can't do anything. His destruction is a joke.

Scattering the phantom of soul and life, the old cripple sat down weakly, the phantom of heaven was extremely tyrannical, and the previous Taoist punished a great figure in the fairy world to face difficulties, but was scattered by the palm of the old cripple. It can be seen how lawless this figure is, Hard to compare.

"Why didn't you say it earlier! Could it be that you are so stubborn that you have already reached this point and you still do this?" Hong Chen sighed and said, don't look at the old cripple who is invincible, but he is playing with the fate of the heavens , can't last too long at all, the vision can be destroyed once or twice, so what if it is added a hundred times and a thousand times.

"It's okay! My life has never been under their control. If you want to take it, just come here." The old cripple's face was old and faded, just like respecting an old man, and his words now showed his ambition.

Xiaoyu had already opened his eyes, watching the two figures speak and communicate without disturbing, and only when the old cripple finished speaking, did he sincerely say, "Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

"You don't need to do this, even if you leave this guy aside, as long as it is a qualified Ni, I will help. Now in the heavens, Ni is really too little, and the phoenix hair water chestnut is indescribable." The old cripple stepped forward. The stench was lingering, but Hong Chen didn't cover the bird's nose. Even Xiaoyu seemed to be used to it, and just frowned slightly.

Seeing the tired look of the old cripple, Xiaoyu stood up and said, "You just rest here, and I will go forward with the world of mortals to explore for a while, and if I can't, I will turn back. This area, perhaps before ascension, will Again."

What is hidden in this area, why are there so many barren graves, what is the so-called rebellion, too many unsolvable mysteries drive him to explore, and when he becomes a celestial being and has enough strength, he will try to go as deep as possible Explore and get the final answer.

"No, I'll follow you to the tomb, there are some things you need." The old cripple glanced at Zhong Yang's tomb, this time he used his origin, and had to enter the abyss and fall into a deep sleep in the cold winter. The next time he wakes up, he doesn't know when.

The last chapter is around ten o'clock!It shouldn’t be too late, I’m not in the mood recently, but I’ll stick to updating the [-]-word update every day. This book is also in the middle of the month, and there are still about a million words before the end of the book. It can be more or less, depending on the outline and other factors.