Big Dream Master

Shen Luo held his forehead with one hand, and slowly looked towards the stone wall in front.

I saw that the entire mountain wall on the opposite side was shrouded in a cloud of smoke and dust, and the mural of "All Things Living" that he saw just now had collapsed.

And after the smoke and dust gradually ended, a brand new mural appeared on the stone wall, which was carved with the image of an ape that was ten feet tall and covered in armor.

He was doing it cross-legged, his hands folded in front of him, besides his armor, he was also wearing a robes, and a carved long stick was placed across his legs, which looked very similar to Zhenhai's iron rods.

Shen Luo looked at this scene, how could he not recognize the person carved in the mural in front of him? Naturally, it is Qi Tian... No, fighting defeated the Buddha Sun Wukong.

The fighting victory on the mural, the Buddha's eyebrows are drooping, and his expression is calm. That look is far from the rumored rebellious Monkey King. It looks like a Buddha and Bodhisattva.

Shen Luo stood up, folded his hands in front of him, and bowed a salute to the stone sculpture.

At this time, it seemed that a thunder suddenly burst into his ears, and there was a loud "bang"!

Immediately afterwards, a solemn voice echoed in his sea of ​​knowledge: "The way of all things, the extreme change, the law of all things, the great development, the same names have different names, which are called mysterious, mysterious and mysterious. The wonderful door..."

The moment this sound sounded, Shen Luo felt as if a bell ringed in his heart, and as if he had opened a shackle, in the midst of it, a mysterious sense of sorrow was born.

In an instant, the meridians all over his body lit up, and there was a strange light in his eyes. All the things he had just visualized appeared before his eyes like a revolving lantern, and began to flash scenes after scenes.

At the same time, in his body, the Huang Tingjing exercises began to operate on their own again. .

This time, an unprecedented feeling haunted Shen Shen's heart, and he finally understood: "The words ringing in his ears at this moment are not other things, but the general outline that Huang Tingjing lacks."

Shen Luo used to practice the "Huang Ting Jing", although with his amazing talents, he has always been unimpeded, but it is the first time that he has been initiating as such as today.

With the guidance of the general outline of this outline, Shen Luo suddenly developed a different understanding of the Huang Tingjing exercises.

Together with his thoughts, he began to operate the Huang Tingjing exercises autonomously with a new comprehension, and the spiritual energy in the surrounding heaven and earth immediately gathered towards him and poured into his body.

At the moment when the spiritual energy was poured into his body, Shen Luo was slightly surprised, he suddenly found that the bottleneck of the Taiyi Realm he had felt before, he couldn't even feel it.

But what made him even more surprised was that his cultivation level had not changed, he was still the appearance of the late True Immortal, and he had not broken the boundary.

"Could it be..."

After thinking for a while, Shen Luo realized that it was not that his breakthrough bottleneck had disappeared, but that when he obtained the general outline of the "Huang Ting Jing", that layer of breakthrough bottleneck was invisibly lifted up.

This also means that the threshold for him to enter the Taiyi realm has become higher.

Shen Luo still didn't know whether it was good or bad, and he didn't have the time to pay much attention to it at this moment. After a little distraction, he condensed all his thoughts and began to practice wholeheartedly.

As he chanted seventy-two mantras again, he only felt that his pores all over his body had opened up, and he began to condense the vitality of heaven and earth into extremely slender silk threads and **** them into his body.

At this moment, the power of his spiritual thoughts skyrocketed, and two dazzling golden lights burst out of his eyes, clusters of flowers and grasses, and beasts in the shape of light, all appearing one after another, surrounding him.

His eyes flickered, staring at the light and shadow of all things, and the silk thread condensed by the heaven and earth vitality extending from the pores began to twitch slowly, dragging the light and shadow of a Swift flying in the sky, and gradually merged into his body.

In the next instant, the light of the sinking body converged, the bones of the whole body "cracked", and the figure began to shrink rapidly, turning into a small and exquisite black Swift in the light.

Immediately afterwards, Swift's wings spread out, and a thin line on his body drew the light and shadow of a sunflower close. When it merged into the body, Swift slowly fell to the ground and turned into a golden sunflower flower.

Then, that day's vitality continued to draw the light and shadow of all surrounding things into the body, and the sunken figure was also transformed into a variety of birds and beasts and strange flowers and plants in bursts of light.

The evolution of the Dao lies in flexibility. The Dao is impermanent, and there is no definite method. If nine or nine can be converted into one, then eight or nine changes are endless.

It was not until this moment that Shen Luo finally understood that the Fang Cunshan inheritance exercise "Huang Ting Jing" he cultivated was not something else, but the eighty-nine profound arts that had been hidden from the general outline, and that the ancestor of Bodhi was not a personal disciple. The seventy-two transformation exercises taught.

With bursts of light flashing on Shen Luo's body, his body shape changed again and again, and the light and shadow of all things that appeared outside his body disappeared one by one.

At the same time, Shen Luo also noticed that the aura in his body was gradually increasing with the changes again and again, and the bottleneck that had previously become a little vague, once again became clearly perceivable.

Time passed bit by bit, and three days and nights passed in a blink of an eye.

Outside the tree hole, the black cloak man stood motionless outside that area, frowning, his expression gloomy.

Although Bai Ling was not restrained anymore, but squatted down next to a big rock, at this moment, he did not dare to let out the atmosphere, let alone the thought of running away.

She knew very well that the person in front of her was much stronger than her, and she could easily crush herself to death with just one finger.

Seeing that the sinking has not been able to come out for so long, Bai Ling couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart.

One was worried about what would happen to the sinking in the cave, and the other was worried that he would never come out, angering this fierce fellow in front of him, and it would be her who was taken to exasperate by then.

"Could it be that I overestimated the man, could he have died inside?" The black cloak man lowered his head and muttered to himself.

After all, he looked back at Bai Ling, hesitating whether to continue waiting.

Bai Ling glanced at him, and suddenly he was agitated, cold sweat ran down his forehead.

The black cloak man groaned for a moment, and walked slowly towards Bai Ling. Seeing this, Bai Ling was trembling, but he didn't know whether he was scared or he knew that he could not escape. He seemed to be stuck on a boulder. It was not possible to move half a point.

The man stopped in front of Bai Ling, looked at Bai Ling up and down, suddenly raised a palm, and made a gesture to shoot Bai Ling.

Bai Ling's face was pale, and he subconsciously raised his hands to block in front, opened his mouth to shout, but he couldn't say a word.