Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

"According to reason, artistic conception, Dao rhyme, and Dao have a certain primary and secondary subordinate relationship."

"If you want to cultivate multiple Dao rhymes, there are two situations. One is that you have cultivated Dao rules, and these Dao rhymes are all subordinates of your Dao rules, such as the king controls the generals, and the general controls the soldiers."

"But judging by your performance, it's too impossible. If you have the Dao, haha."

Thirteen Yao shook his head and smiled, laughing without disguising his

"Second, you have a very special soul cultivation physique, such as Bai Feng's natural dual souls, Xia Qingshan's good and evil thoughts, and you have two primordial spirits, which can give birth to two generals and comprehend two Dao rhymes."

"Four Dao rhymes mean there are four Yuanshen in the body, which is amazing, won't it be confused?"

Chen Huan did not answer. He knew that this was so magical, all thanks to the soul of the God Puppet, which could freely split its own Yuanshen.

"You are also lucky, you have realized the rhythm of death. When the rhythm of death appears, you, the wind, water, and sand, have a trace of the same"life". Only in this way can you be stable in your sea of consciousness."

"If you comprehend other Dao rhymes, haha, then you will have a group of brave and undisciplined warriors. When the Dao rhymes merge with the soul, you will become a demon-enchanted person."

Chen Huan's heart was shocked. He had been thinking alone since he started practicing, and he had never learned about the method of practicing multiple Dao rhymes in any book or from anyone. He couldn't help but feel cold all over when he heard this:

"May I ask, Senior, is there a way to cultivate this Dao Yun?"

At this time, Chen Huan was completely possessed by Thirteen Yao, and the question he asked was directly transmitted to his soul.

Thirteen Yao called him a waste, saying that he had a lot of skills but didn't know how to use them. It was already pointed out that he was a young man, so there was no need to hide it, and he asked directly with an open mind.

"Practicing exercises can only improve your cultivation, spirit and body. There is no way to cultivate the rhyme of Taoism. The rhyme of Taoism comes from your own perception."

"But the Daoyun is different."

"Tao is not an individual entity. It is like a ship, which is composed of keel, sail, deck, anchor, etc.....The more reasonable the combination of all the combined entities, the stronger the Tao will be."

"This kind of combination is called a visualization diagram."

After saying this, he swung the spear in his hand, and the originally black spear instantly spread all over with golden color. He clasped his hands together, with the tip of the spear pointing downward.

"Watch carefully."

Then it suddenly fell down, and with a"click", the tip of the gun actually pierced directly into the void, and cracks filled the space.

"The sand rises up into a mountain of ingots, and there is support behind you!"

The next moment, the Dao rhythm of the sand surged up, and on the back of Thirteen Yao, there were layers of mountains that gathered in an illusion, like ingots.

"Water gathers into a treasure basin, and everything is in its place!"

The water rhyme falls from the left and right of Yuanbao Mountain into two waterfalls. The water from the waterfalls converges and in the blink of an eye, it turns into a circular lake. Thirteen Yao stands right in the center of the lake.

"The wind blows from the White Tiger Evil, all evils retreat!"

Instantly, the Dao Rhythm of Wind roared like a tiger, and the strong wind swept through and rippled the water in the lake, as if this illusion had come to life. The strong wind wandered around, and finally turned into a white tiger, slowly landing on his left shoulder.

""The lover is safe there, and there is someone to take over!"

The sound of the way of death rose from the center of the lake, and a small island suddenly rose under the foot of Thirteen Yao. The houses on the island were quiet and elegant, with carved beams and painted rafters. There was a stele with a bixi camel at the door, which was the tomb of a sage.

Thirteen Yao said with his back to the stele:

"I don't know how much of the Tao you have realized. If you can realize more,"

"Now that you have the wind, you will understand the way of clouds and mist. Clouds come from the blue dragon, and the dragon veins are endless. A noble person will help you."

He made a hand gesture, and clouds and mist suddenly appeared in the sky, circling between the mountains. A dragon roar came out, and the clouds and mist actually gathered into a blue dragon, circling between the mountains and waters, and finally landed on the right shoulder of Thirteen Yao.

"The trees have their withers and flourishes, warding off disasters and shaking money to suppress the four directions, and understanding the decaying and flourishing trees."

The hand gestures changed, and the mountains, islands, and lakes were suddenly covered with layers of trees, lush and green, with a myriad of colors.

"The sun rises and sets, the purple air rises in the east to welcome all blessings, and you will understand the rising and setting of the sun."

Almost as soon as the words fell, the clouds behind Yuanbao Mountain suddenly turned purple, the rays of light penetrated, and a scorching sun rose from behind the mountain.

At this time, Thirteen Yao was surrounded by a fairyland. Yuanbao Mountain was lush and green, surrounded by clouds and mist, two waterfalls splashed down, the breeze blew on the lake like a treasure bowl, and the rising sun penetrated the endless trees, reflecting the sparkling waves.

Visible green smoke rose from the cemetery on the island in the lake.

It was as if a hermit was cooking leisurely on the island, and his ease was self-evident.

And in Chen Huan's mind, an ink painting suddenly emerged, depicting all the strange phenomena around Thirteen Yao.

The depth of the artistic conception of this painting seemed to sink Chen Huan directly into contemplation.

The only flaw was that the others were all heavy ink and color, only the wood was empty, the clouds were lifeless, and the sunlight was dim.

These three were not Chen Huan's Tao rhyme, but Thirteen Yao's condensation of his own artistic conception.

Chen Huan looked at the upper corner of the painting, and the four words [Feng Shui Tianming] were ethereal and fairy-like.

"The human body has seven orifices, the human soul has seven spirits, and the human desires have seven emotions. What can we do after the first seven days of a person's life?"

"Wind, water, earth, wood, cloud, sun, and death are the seven paths of destiny after birth."

"Hahahaha, if you can comprehend these seven Dao rhymes, you can directly conform to the Dao of Life."

Thirteen Yao's earth-shaking laughter came from the Yuanshen, but the laughter seemed to be full of helpless feelings.

Chen Huan was silent. He knew that Thirteen Yao had given up his physical body to comprehend the Dao of Life, and that price was simply unbearable for a human.

If you put aside the limitation that the Yuanshen can only comprehend one Dao rhyme, compared to the outside world, comprehending Dao rhymes in this world is extremely simple. Now look at Chen Huan, he has such a talent

"All right, now we are going to start beating the little kid."

Thirteen Yao nodded and said:

""Good luck!"

In a sudden vision, green smoke rose like a column above the tomb, and a"good luck" character made of smoke fell on his head.

He took a step forward and turned into golden light, appearing above Wu Qing's head in an instant:

"And your Desolate Extreme, watch carefully, what is Desolate Extreme!"

A spear chopped down, and the ink poured out.

Seeing this, Wu Qing shouted directly, and his whole body was full of blood.

"Beast attack!"

A punch exploded, and countless phantom beast heads appeared all over his body.

"Whether it is a deserted house or a desert, they are not formed overnight."

"The outbreak of the wilderness is extremely weak, but you are keen on it"

"Remember, if you use the wilderness, you must use its tarsal disaster, use its irreversibility!"

The tip of the gun splashed with ink, like a cursive writing, and instantly swept through Wu Qing.

Wu Qing's biting beast shadow pounced in front of him, and Thirteen Yao's whole body instantly turned into golden flames.

The flames surged, emitting a scorching light.

"The light of fire, sparks can burn, and wherever it burns is wherever it burns."

The next moment, Chen Huan was shocked. Thirteen Yao actually disappeared in front of Wu Qing and appeared behind Shi Changsheng in an instant.

He swung his spear down, and the ink and water wrapped around Shi Changsheng like a tornado.

Shi Changsheng also reacted very quickly, and Zhu Ling Taixu instantly wrapped his whole body.

Thirteen Yao disappeared again, floating in the air.

"Zhu Ling Taixu does have some skills. If it were someone else, they wouldn’t have to fight."

Chen Huan's consciousness swept over the two of them.

They saw that at this moment, the two of them turned into black, white and gray, just like the characters in a black and white TV, and they were out of tune with the entire space.

What was even more surprising was that no matter Shi Changsheng or Wu Qing, there was actually a circle of strange phenomena around them, just like Thirteen Yao.

But in contrast, the strange phenomena around them, the scorching sun was gone, Yuanbao Mountain collapsed, the waterfall stopped, the cornucopia collapsed, the disaster-proof trees rotted, the tombs were stolen, dark clouds filled the sky, and the evil wind howled.

Countless black paints condensed, and a word"evil" hung above the two of them.

One"good" and one"evil", just like a hexagram.

Shi Changsheng looked at the Zhuling Taixu, which was full of withered and rotten wood, and countless evil winds were eroding it. The entire Zhuling Taixu seemed extremely sluggish.

Wu Qing frowned and looked at the word evil on his head. His blood and qi were rapidly drying up, and the fierce beasts in his body were howling in pain.

Huang is a curse. He can only slow down Huang's speed, but he can't break it at all.

He took a step forward, and his veins surging all over his body

"Scales, open!"

The spine crackled, and a terrifying dragon roar sounded in his body. At the same time, various demon fish and pythons roared one after another. The terrifying blood was steaming in his body, and his body slowly returned to color.

And his whole body was covered with golden scales, indestructible.

"A true dragon is truly rare in the universe."

Thirteen Yao took a step forward, and the whole person turned into a ball of fire. He appeared in front of Wu Qing again like a flash of light, looking at Wu Qing.

"I said I was lucky, just one shot."

The"good luck" on his head and the"bad luck" on Wu Qing's head flashed at the same time.

The black light shone through the tip of the gun, and it stabbed down at will. Strange phenomena rolled around his body, auspicious clouds presented auspiciousness, and purple air came from the east.

Wu Qing raised his head, and his eyes had vertical pupils.

"Dragon God!"

The fist carried the might of a dragon. This punch could kill both the soul and the body. The space was shaken and exploded into a series of holes, which directly hit Thirteen Yao's face.

But the next moment, his face changed drastically.

He screamed in pain, and the whole person exploded like a meteor.���The ground rumbled, creating a huge deep pit, and tree-like cracks scattered all over the desert.

The Thirteen Yao that Wu Qing hit slowly dissipated into clouds and mist, and then spread again in the vision. He actually hit the wrong one.

Thirteen Yao continued:

"I can hit your weak spot."

He stood in the air, raised his spear, looked at the vertical pupil eyeball on the tip of the spear and smiled:

"And you just have some bad luck."