The indescribable Taoist Lord

Many people stared at the hut at the foot of the Yinshan Mountain, but the people inside the hut still didn't know it.

Li Shaobai was still sitting peacefully on the futon, his mind sinking into the lake of his heart, intending to break through, while the Tao he understood was intertwined continuously.

If Taoism is like threads, then what Li Shaobai has to do is the same as threading a needle and thread, threading it from his feet to create a piece of silk.

This was not considered a matter of effort. He just felt that he was inexplicably comfortable. He was always in a state of enlightenment that communicated with heaven and man. If it weren't for the surrounding forbidden areas such as Beiyin Mountain, where immortals were forbidden, the visions of heaven and earth might not have been manifested long ago. , congratulations on the upcoming birth of a half-step hybrid cave.

It was also on this day that he suddenly had a sudden impulse, and the sword light in his inner lake shone brightly, illuminating his soul for a while and becoming more condensed.

"The time has come."

As the white-clothed master's hand seal technique circulates around the sky, there are faint signs of instability in the surrounding void, with a slight sense of distortion - this is when his body and soul are about to ascend out of the sky and reach the gap between the residence of the immortal gods. Signs of the beyond.

The Tao is becoming more and more densely intertwined, and the avenue is becoming more and more perfect. The sword light appears on Li Shaobai's Taoist base, and is being stepped on by the Immortal Lord Chang Geng.

However, what made him frown was that although this sword was unparalleled in terms of sharpness, it lacked some connotation, which made him feel a little unsightly.

The sword-wielding monks on the Zhongtian List are all top-notch celebrities. Li Shaobai believes that apart from his cultivation and age, these bluffing people who are called the Willow Sword Immortal and the East China Sea Sword God are actually no better than him in terms of the meaning of swordsmanship. Go far.

If he breaks through hastily now and lacks polishing, he is afraid that he will only fall into the secular world in the end and stay on the list of talents for the rest of his life. If he has some luck, he may be able to get into the saint realm, but that is not what he wants after all. of.

He has been keeping this sword for three hundred years, and he has only kept this sword for three hundred years. All his sword styles, sword energy, and sword techniques are based on this sword.

If he breaks through now, this sword can certainly cut off the flow of the Cangjiang River, fight against the chaos of the cave, cut through the void in the dome, and kill many injustices...

However, it could not destroy the Huangquan Beiyin Mountain, and it also lost the possibility of destroying the Huangquan Beiyin Mountain.

What exists in Beiyin Mountain is a horror comparable to that of an immortal god. This sword is just a seed, but if this seed cannot grow into a big tree comparable to the Tao Fruit, then the swordsman in white who sits cross-legged and frowns will be lost. The meaning of holding a sword.

Most of his relatives and friends left one after another because of the Yinshan Mountain. For the older generation of saints and sub-sages in Chang'an School, this mountain not only weighed on Tahaotian, but also on their hearts.

The Yanshenghou lineage has a sense of shame, just because the mountains live in the "magic shells" of their ancestors. Therefore, Li Shaobai's father and grandfather... all buried themselves on that mountain when their final days came, just to remove a few insignificant stones from the mountain.

"That's all..."

Li Shaobai sighed when he saw that although the opportunity had come, he was not satisfied with the polish no matter what.

"The great road, the great road, if it can't take me straight into the blue clouds, then what's the point of shaving off that pickled thing that has been stuck with me for thousands of years?"

This stunningly talented young Yasheng finally decided to stop. In the past three hundred years, this was the first time he had failed, and it was also the first time he had considered all the factors and decided to give up on his own.

"I have to go to Zhongtian to have a look. Recently, I have been huddled in Chang'an and stopped moving. Naturally, the speed of raising my sword has also slowed down.

It’s probably time for me, Qinghe, to leave school and go to Zhongtian for training, and I happen to be protecting him overtly and covertly..."

Originally, Li Shaobai was thinking together, and the sword light under the feet of Immortal Lord Chang Geng was about to turn into reality and eventually disperse on the lake of his heart. It turned into Tao and waited to be nurtured, until it could give birth to the fruit of direct Taoism. With the seeds, if you try to break the situation again, it will be a matter of course.

But before Li Shaobai fully revealed the word "protect the Dao", under his horrified eyes, the fragments of the Dao that were bred in his blood began to surge violently. The Fang Wenmai Zhengdao who had previously tried to occupy his Dao position Unexpectedly, he was not killed by his sword light. Instead, he hid and waited for the opportunity to move, as if a living creature was deliberately controlling it.

The fragments of the avenue were constantly intertwined and reorganized. Although they were filled with the majestic energy of human nature, they reminded Li Shaobai of the dense maggots that were constantly gnawing and occupying his inner lake, and some irreversible changes were taking place in him.

"Beiyin Mountain..."

Li Shaobai immediately thought of the origin of this abnormality. He should have thought of it earlier, but when he broke through, his mind sank into his heart, leaving his mind in a semi-silent state.

Immortal Lord Chang Geng once again forcibly woven the great road under his feet, but this time, the magnificent literary and Taoist implications dyed his Taoist base golden. In the lake of his heart, there seemed to be many literary and Taoist saints chanting sutras, and the dots of great principles gathered together. , pile up Li Shaobai's cultivation base.

The matter has come to this, and the opportunity has not given him any room to react. Even if the sword light in the inner lake is activated, it cannot destroy the magnificent cultural avenue - that avenue has already been formed, and it is far better than being cleared away by Li Shaobai on his own initiative. The meaning of sword energy is much stronger.

"Rumble..."

The calamity thunder rolling on Beiyin Mountain became more and more violent, as if some unparalleled evil was about to appear - but few people paid attention to the changes in this surging aura. In the past ten years, this level of struggle and surging has almost happened once a month. normality.

As Li Shaobai's own unique avenue was woven, the suppressed vision between heaven and earth could no longer be suppressed. The literary and Taoist aura gathered in Chang'an School was almost condensed into substance, dyeing the entire Tahao sky golden.

Standing under the sky, almost as high as the fourteen peaks, the Dharma of the Immortal Lord Chang Geng was revealed. He stepped on a road that was condensed into a scroll. He was gentle and elegant, and there was no such sharpness and casualness.

Although he was holding a sword in his hand, it looked like a rigid clay sculpture, with irreversible rules and principles intertwined around him, as if he represented the right path between heaven and earth.

It is not so much the dharma image of Chang Geng Immortal, but if it were placed in the Confucian Temple, no one would think that it was actually the dharma image cultivated by the Sword Immortal.

"Shao Bai..."

"Shao Bai has broken the barrier."

People who were paying attention to the movements here all raised their heads, and some even immediately flew up to investigate.

Many saints who didn't know what was going on were also surprised - Li Shaobai had never practiced the "Heaven Questionnaire" in Chang'an School, but the familiar cultural atmosphere in the avenue under his feet was very strong... On the contrary, it was sharp, sharp, and... Unrestrained, completely dissipated, no trace left.

Under the shadowy mountain, Zhang Qing and Huo Ran, who had been with the old gods, stood up...