The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Shao Bai..."

"Li Shaobai..."

In the quiet room, low words rang in the ears of the man in white, causing him to frown vaguely.

This voice was wrapped in the peaceful and mighty way of humanity, and seemed to represent the majestic and righteous path between heaven and earth. It was of great help to him in entering the realm of enlightenment. He knew that this voice came from the distant ancestor deep in the bloodline, trying to guide him to inherit His own path, it seems that as long as he is willing to walk on this path that symbolizes the cultural lineage of Tahao, he can cross the half-step cave and reach the same level as the Demon Suppressing King, the Immortal Tang Sage and other famous figures in one fell swoop.

Yet he hesitated.

If Dongxu wants to step into the chaotic cave, he must weave the Tao he has understood into a avenue under his feet and upgrade his own nature.

But from childhood to adulthood, fighting swords and drinking, meeting friends, and tying horses to tall buildings and weeping willows, they never showed such a righteous and peaceful charm. Why did the legacy of the ancestors appear when this avenue of one's own was about to take shape?

He has escaped from childhood, and the Tao he has understood tends to be freehand and free. In the process of weaving this Tao, it seems that the sword is the foundation, and the free and easy charm can be climbed up. Although there is literature and Tao, it is not As for taking over the master's position - but at the moment, this glorious holy path that emerged from his bloodline not only grows on the backbone of his kendo, but also seems to slowly engulf his kendo.

Li Shaobai couldn't see anything unusual. This situation, which was like the resurgence of his blood, was a good thing to help him improve his cultivation. Moreover, it was full of the majestic righteousness of the origin of literature. Not only did it have no impact on his soul and body, but on the contrary, it had a subtle influence on his soul and body. sublimates his essence.

But... he always felt that something was wrong. He clearly practiced self-enlightenment techniques. He didn't even practice the Tao and Fruit Heavenly Techniques left by his ancestors in Chang'an School. Why did he embark on such a high road?

Ever since he broke through seclusion, he had been pressing down on his speed, not only because he was worried about being greedy for success, but also because he was feeling the growth of this sub-aura.

"The ancestor is indeed a Taoist and Fruit Immortal who has ascended for thousands of years, but if I follow the old path, how can I break free from His barriers?"

Li Shaobai looked inside his inner lake, where his own Tao and principles were intertwined, and he tried his best to keep out the fragments of the literary Tao that came from his blood, and condensed the prototype of a great Tao.

That avenue is like a sword light, which only comes from one's own heart. It is purely derived from the power of divine will. Li Shaobai is following the path of sword cultivation. His heart and thoughts become purer, and the power of the sword in his hand becomes more powerful. As long as this avenue is cultivated by him, he can really step into the mixed cave realm on his own.

"Shao Bai..."

"Li Shaobai..."

The peaceful Taoist voice deep in the bloodline still did not give up, and was still tempting. Feeling the powerful origin and the smooth road, Li Shaobai was even a little shaken——

According to the true meaning contained in it, if he uses this article as the basis to pave his own path of chaos, he will have no problem becoming a near-immortal within a thousand years.

"Ancestor... please don't seduce me here. If my cultivation wasn't not stable at all, I would almost think that this is a demon."

Li Shaobai said bitterly while sinking into his mind——

"Shaobai, I haven't been a scholar since I was a child. You'd better hire someone else!"

The desires in Li Shaobai's heart were constantly aroused. If he hadn't practiced swordsmanship, his soul and thoughts had grown stronger day after tomorrow, and he could resist with his will, he would have been dazzled by the pie falling from the sky.

He gritted his teeth and finally made a difficult decision in his heart - if he wanted to resist the temptation, besides self-discipline, there were other ways.

Li Shaobai thought to himself that he was not a person who could restrain himself, so he could only find another way to get rid of this temptation from the root!

Li Shaobai didn't know whether this would affect his cultivation, but he had no other choice at the moment.

The master in white took up the rudimentary Sword Light Avenue in the Heart Lake, trying to wipe out the fragments of the avenue that originated from the bloodline and seemed to represent a line of literature.

As soon as the sword light in the heart lake lit up, the sword intention that was originally used to resist began to consume those righteous and peaceful avenues. At this moment, Li Shaobai's heart lake seemed to have turned into a sword field of sword energy, airtight, as if to Strangulate the traces of literary marks deep in his bloodline.

Naturally, the fragments of literature and art were unwilling to be annihilated like this, so they naturally tried their best to resist. The sacred and majestic humanistic aura spread out, as if they were going straight into the lake of Li Shaobai's heart and forcibly occupied the magpie's nest.

"Shao Bai..."

The voice of the ancestors echoed endlessly, and because of the dispute between host and guest, it seemed a bit blurry and distorted.

Li Shaobai's face darkened, and his sword light moved again, intending to strangle this rampant avenue in one fell swoop.

If Xu Jianshan or Wang Xuan had been present, they would have refuted him vigorously - this is simply crazy, ignoring the huge benefits that are already available, and walking on a road that no one has traveled before, maybe there is still a cliff ahead!

After all, it is just a remnant of his bloodline. After all, it cannot stop him, a major cultivator whose cultivation is at the peak of Dongxu. Soon these fragments of the avenue will be swept away by the sword light. Li Shaobai, who was about to reach the half-step of the cave, can't stop him. Because the breath began to become unstable, it seemed that he was about to fall into the realm.

"Huh?"

Originally, he wanted to destroy this avenue, so he had to give up the opportunity to break into the chaos hole and even fall into the realm. But now he found that his shaky cultivation base had stabilized unreasonably, as if he had destroyed the avenue in his blood. The fragments had no effect on his cultivation.

Even when his realm was about to fall, even the fragments of literary dao that were constantly infecting his inner lake and trying to achieve the path under his feet gave up resistance and allowed the embryonic form of kendo in his inner lake to obliterate him, as if I'm afraid that his cultivation will regress.

Li Shaobai was overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly activated the embryonic form of the avenue in his heart to completely wipe out the origin of the art. The entire heart was leveled, and there were no traces of the origin of the art anymore, leaving only the freehand and carefree sword intention. The avenue circulates in the heart lake, condensing into an increasingly obvious sword light——

He even felt that after giving up his ancestors' literary ways, his cultivation speed would become faster, and he would be able to break through in just a few days. Li Shaobai attributed it to the sublimation of his state of mind after realizing his own path.

"My sword is pretty good, but it always feels like it's missing something."

Li Shaobai felt quite happy because he had not fallen down, and began to savor the great road he was about to create.

"It's a bit strange that I haven't fallen into the realm. Could it be that I'm thinking differently. This fragment of the avenue is just a choice given by the ancestors to future generations? But that sound..."

Li Shaobai recalled the somewhat distorted Taoist voice when he was fighting for the heart lake. Although it still had the uprightness of the context, it seemed a little more weird.

"What kind of charter is this thing in the blood passed down from our ancestors?"