The Tianji Peak was still biting cold, the wind and snow were just a brief stop, and soon closed the cave as usual.

For the disciples of the Wushuang Sword Sect, this day is no different from usual. No one noticed the abnormality.

But for Liang Yan, the real challenge has only begun now.

He has to race against time!

The speed of the Taoist tribulation is getting faster and faster. Before he disappears, he must practice the "Wuwei Taoist Sutra" and "One Qi Zhengxin Art" at the same time, and merge the two skills together to overcome this seventh difficulty!

Time is very tight. Even though he thinks that his understanding is not bad, he has to comprehend the Tao at the same time in a short period of time. This challenge is really great!

Fortunately, Liang Yan has experienced strong storms and waves, and has survived many times, so he has enough concentration and will not be affected by the threat of death.

His heart soon became empty, and only two mysterious magic tricks were constantly interpreted, explaining the great principles of the Tao and Confucian schools.

There is no time to practice, spring has gone, autumn has come again.

In a blink of an eye, seven years have passed...

At noon that day, the snow on the top of the mountain suddenly surged like a boiling sound, and within a radius of a hundred feet, there were dense cracks like spider webs.

Immediately afterwards, two rays of glow flew out from the gap in the cave gate, one was Xuanqing and the other was azure blue, constantly intertwining and hovering in the air, as if two swimming fish were connected by head and tail.

Such a strange scene lasted for about half an hour.

Half an hour later, the two entangled rays of light suddenly stagnated, and instantly turned into thousands of strands of wandering light and drilled into the ice layer, and everything around it returned to silence!

Inside the cave, Liang Yan sat high on the wind and snow cushion, and his hands kept changing the magic formula.

His breath is between "virtual" and "real", sometimes like an illusory projection, sometimes like a real existence.

Just as the sunset outside the door dissipated and everything returned to silence, Liang Yan in the cave also spat out a mouthful of blood!

“Um…”

With a muffled groan, Liang Yan slowly opened his eyes.

"how so……"

He murmured to himself, his eyes showing disappointment.

After seven years, he had integrated the "Wuwei Taoist Sutra" and "One Qi Zhengxin Jue" and integrated the essence of the two exercises, and gradually mastered the wonders of "the mutual generation of virtual and real"!

But even so, his Taoist disaster was still not resolved!

"Is Old Man Xuanji's guess wrong? Or is he deliberately left wrong information to mislead future generations?"

At this moment, Liang Yan's heart was full of doubt.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down, closed his eyes slightly, and concentrated on sensation of the various changes in his body.

After a long time, Liang Yan murmured to himself: "No... Old Man Xuanji's guess is actually correct. Using this method of transformation of virtual and real can indeed avoid the Taoist tribulation. However, my Taoist practice is too shallow and it is difficult to avoid the tracking of the heavenly way. If I can give me another thirty years to practice the method of transformation of virtual and real to great success, I should be able to safely pass the Taoist tribulation..."

Thinking of this, Liang Yan opened his eyes and showed a hint of anxiety on his face.

Although I know that I have taken the wrong path, time... is no longer enough!

If there are disciples from the Wushuang Sword Sect here, they will definitely be shocked and unable to speak.

The ancestor of the Sword Sect, who was worshipped by everyone, had pale face and dryness as firewood, and had countless black spots on his body like corpse spots... as if it was a mummy.

"It's almost to the limit." Liang Yan sighed softly.

He didn't know where he was going to borrow another thirty years of life...

Not to mention thirty years, he can't hold on for even three months!

"I tried my best to get two martial arts, but I didn't expect to slow down one step. Can't I really get through this seventh difficulty?"

At this moment, Liang Yan felt despair in his heart.

But more unwilling!

I created a new method myself and embarked on a path that was unprecedented in the swordsmanship. Even though I had a great future, I would be ruined in this damn seventh difficulty!

"Why, why is my disaster so difficult to overcome!"

Liang Yan roared in his heart, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Compared with others, his disaster is so difficult! If it is an ordinary seventh difficulty, it is no problem to overcome the disaster with his current strength.

This is the second disaster, and the seventh difficulty is the same... Every time you take the step, the difficulty will increase by several times. It seems that an invisible hand is hindering him!

Liang Yan was very unwilling to accept it, but he was helpless.

Seeing the increasing black spots on his body, he knew that this was a sign before his death. It would not take long for him to completely disappear into this world...

In a trance, he seemed to hear the footsteps of death!

"No!"

Liang Yan's eyes suddenly became sharp.

An unyielding aura emanated from him, which was a look of refusing to bow to fate.

"I have walked all the way from Nanchui, experiencing the struggle between heaven and man, and seeking a glimmer of hope from the sea of ​​corpses and blood. How could I fall here!"

Thinking of this, Liang Yan's thoughts quickly became clear, and he eliminated all distracting thoughts and began to think about the way to survive.

Three months, it’s not long or short, and I will definitely have a chance.

The method of transforming virtual and real is not useless. It can indeed avoid Taoist disasters to a certain extent, but your own Taoist practice is not enough. Is there anything that can make up for this defect?

Liang Yan's thoughts were moving very quickly.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he thought of something vaguely.

The next moment, he waved his sleeves and countless dark red patterns appeared in front of him, as if thousands of rivers were flowing quietly in front of him.

The Law of Nameless!

The power of the law that Xiaoxiaosheng and the Taoist saints must compete for has mysterious power!

"What exactly is nameless..."

Liang Yan murmured to himself.

In a trance, he recalled the last battle in the realm of misfortune.

At that time, the broken wall was unblocked, and the power of the nameless law was scattered, which made Lu and Liu forget each other's existence, and even time and space disappeared, and everything became illusion!

"No name, no name! If I am no name, what is the Taoist robbery added to me?"

Thinking of this, Liang Yan suddenly became excited.

It seemed like a drowning person, who had grabbed the rope to save his life!

He thought to himself: "In my current state, it is impossible for me to leave the cave to find other opportunities. It is better to just take a gamble! In three months, I can't do anything else, so there should be no problem to comprehend the power of the law you have obtained!"

Do it when you think about it!

Liang Yan did not hesitate at all, and sat cross-legged again and entered an ethereal state again.

The dark red silk threads gradually entered his sea of ​​consciousness and evolved one after another in front of him. In an instant, it seemed like a change of time and had gone through countless reincarnations.

At this moment, the rules of the great way and the mysteries of the universe... slowly revealed in front of his eyes, making Liang Yan forget the threat of death and involuntarily penetrate it.

The more he explored, the more he became intoxicated, and gradually he could not extricate himself...

And deep in his sea of ​​consciousness, thousands of dark red lines hang upside down like a galaxy, flowing slowly.

Each pattern is like an ancient inscription eroded by time, engraved with the mystery of "namelessness"!

"I see……"

The moment the inspiration suddenly appeared, the dark red pattern suddenly turned into countless runes.

These runes reconstruct a world, with mountains without edges, water without ripple, earth, fire, water and wind without names, and even the sun and the moon blurred outlines.

"The great way has three thousand, each with its own laws. 'No name' is the escape method. It escapes itself, not known by the way of heaven, not limited by the laws. The sentient beings in the six realms are the nameless, and do not enter the cycle of reincarnation..."

While Liang Yan murmured to himself, the power of the laws began to merge with him.

From now on, every dark red silk thread will enter his body and will be completely absorbed by him and become the power of the law that truly belongs to him!

At that time, four points were obtained by the remnants of the wall, deer, Liu, Shen Biyou, and Xiaoxiaosheng each received one point.

But since Lu and Liu are both Liang Yan's clones, he alone accounts for most of them, and the other two together only divide half of them.

Now, this huge power of law belongs to Liang Yan!

Tao Wuming!

The Dharma is nameless!

The man is nameless!

The mysterious law became clearer and clearer in his mind, and at the same time, a mysterious force surged in his body...

In this way, time passes slowly, day after day.

Under the rule of Li Xiran, the Wushuang Sword Sect is in order. Occasionally, disciples look up at Tianji Peak and imagine the style of the Sword Sect ancestor whom he had never met, but they don’t know that a life-and-death race is being staged at the top of Tianji Peak!

In a blink of an eye, it was the middle of the third month.
To be continued...