Xiao Chen looked at the green ancient temple, his heart was ups and downs.

I originally planned to overcome the tribulation on Earth, but I never thought that I would return to the realm of practice in the end, and maybe I would make my own fixed numbers in the dark.

Forget it, since you come, you will be at peace. Ten years later, you will officially enter the earthly world.

Xiao Chen began to restrain all his thoughts, turned to sitting cross-legged, and began to practice his own mysterious method.

The second step to bringing back all dharmas is to understand the Dharma Sui. It is time for me to perfect it. The second is to let Xuanzang completely merge with his Tianxuan divine eye and cultivate new magical powers.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen took out the Wansheng Heart-Concentrating Pill from the storage ring and gently put it in his mouth. He practiced the mysterious method, but there was no greater effect than this elixir.

A pill entered his stomach, and the vast purple liquid instantly rushed into the Niwan Palace and entered the sea of ​​consciousness. Suddenly, the whole person became clear and clear, and the trace of spiritual energy in the air became veins.

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "This Halloween Concentrating Heart Pill is really worthy of being a holy product of immortal elixirs. After taking it so many times, the medicinal power is still amazing."

With this powerful medicinal power, Xiao Chen mobilized his magic power and began to operate the mysterious method.

The golden magic power was like a rushing sea, flowing rapidly in the meridians, one round after another, and the momentum became increasingly huge. If you want to look closely, the magic power operation of the entire meridian diagram was a golden Tai Chi.

A yin fish and a yang fish are in harmony and balanced.

Every time you blend and rotate, the entire golden Tai Chi will become a little bigger and the momentum will become more mysterious.

Gradually, Xiao Chen forgot the years, the past, the future, and was immersed in the state of selflessness, without selfishness, without seeking.

A golden Tai Chi slowly appeared on his body, and it slowly turned behind it, like an eternal millstone, and was introverted and low-key, as if it was unintentional, and would be forgotten.

The combination of these two contradictions made Xiao Chen's aura sometimes become ethereal and sometimes sharp, but it was extremely harmonious and there was no trace of abruptness.

Tai Chi itself is harmony!

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and I will never remember the year from now on.

Three years have passed in a blink of an eye. Xiao Chen, who has entered into meditation, is like a rock, motionless, only the Tai Chi diagram behind him is flowing slowly, the patterns on it are becoming clearer, the mysterious runes are really like living objects, and the huge millstone seems to be as silent as stagnant water.

The two contradictions touch each other and blend together over the years, slowly pushing Xiao Chen's magic power and cultivation to the peak.

The green grass in the ancient temple grew one after another, and the ancient bricks and stones grew branches and flowers, gradually climbing onto Xiao Chen's body and cage Xiao Chen into a straw man.

Time is still passing slowly, and the restrictions in the ancient temple are gradually weakening, while Xiao Chen's power becomes increasingly powerful. The trembling void behind him makes a series of sounds, like a dragon trapped for a long time, roaring at the sky.

In a blink of an eye, another three years have passed. Xiao Chen's body is covered with dust, the autumn grass has climbed the ancient temple, and the momentum on his body has become dim and dull. Only the eyebrows are brighter and brighter, like the light beads in the middle of the night, shining everywhere.

"I heard so, the emperor lord zhongyāng..."

The faint sound of Taoist sound came from Xiao Chen's eyebrows, as if asking about the sky and exploring his ambitions. However, Xiao Chen sat upright in the middle, with no sign of awakening at all. Only the slowly flowing golden light on his body also showed his vitality.

As time goes by, the sound of Taoist sounds became more and more chaotic, resounding throughout the ancient temple. Xiao Chen was like a rock that had been covered with dust for a long time, and his body kept shedding his dead skin and bones, and strands of golden evil spirits appeared from the air and condensed into ancient battle maps, with fourteen pairs.

Each battle map is like a mysterious rune, rising and falling in the air, explaining the great way of heaven and earth, giving people an elusive sense of depth, but the strong evil spirit shows that these battle maps have extraordinary origins.

Ci Hang, who was sitting in the middle of the bamboo temple, suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of strangeness flashed through his eyes.

This boy really has great luck and great wisdom. Xuanyuan is a good disciple!

Time is like a constant sand, bit by bit, passing through the gaps of your fingers.

In the purple bamboo forest, on a cliff, a woman in white was looking at the flowing water under the cliff with a look of excitement, looking at the swimming fish happily spitting bubbles and chasing the waves, and couldn't help but look up and sigh, with endless bleakness in her eyes.

After a while, a jade flute was taken out from the sleeves and slowly stroked the lines on it. The warm and soft feeling touched the atrium bit by bit, and gently tapped it, and there was a faint sound of the empty valley.

"Qin, Qin, although you can't speak, you can convey all the words of people in the world. In my heart, you are much better than those who can speak."

The thousand-year-old jade flute shook happily, as if responding to Xue Yan's emotions. Xue Yan smiled and gently placed the jade flute in her hand between her lips.

A stream of resentful flute sound turned into a piece of lovesickness, slowly rotating from Xue Yan's lips, condensed into a sound wave, slowly wandering with the breeze.

The entire valley trembled, and everything seemed to resonate with the resentful sound of flutes. Under the cliff, birds danced gently, and the fish swimming on the stream began to stop chasing, jumped on the water waves, staring at Xue Yan curiously.

As the sound of the flute became clearer and more resentful, Xue Yan seemed to be completely immersed in her emotions, her slender hands slid gently, and every movement had infinite beauty and unique melody of the world.

Xue Yan seemed to be completely intoxicated, her mind was empty and she couldn't help but imagine the piano in her hand as her own life. Every sound was the singing of her own life, the sadness of her own life, and the story of her own life.

Little by little, with the flute sounds rising and falling, Xue Yan's whole body illuminated, and the magic power involuntarily surged. The exquisiteness of the piano scriptures, as the flute sounds rose and fell, was naturally used by Xue Yan.

The sky and the earth seemed to feel something, and the ceiling began to float, and the entire valley completely turned into notes on the sound of Xue Yan's flute, and every sound resonated with extremely harmonious harmony.

"Bang"

A wisp of resentful sound passed through the valley, bypassed the bamboo view, and gently fell onto an ancient temple.

Like raindrops falling onto Jinghu, stirring up thousands of ripples. The entire ancient temple began to tremble, radiating thousands of golden lights, rumbling the purple bamboo forest.

Xiao Chen, who was sitting upright in the middle of the ancient temple, suddenly moved his body, which had been covered with dust for a long time, and cracks appeared on his right finger, and pieces of mud fell down, revealing his true body with a shiny radiance.

The whirlpool between the eyebrows paused in an instant, and a black eye with clear flesh and blood popped out from the depths, flashing with a black luster.

This eye seems to be all-encompassing, with the vastness of the earth, the surging of the ocean, infinite wisdom, and like experiencing the vicissitudes of eternity.

"A dream for ten years, I will wake up tonight."

With Xiao Chen sitting upright, the vertical eyes on his eyebrows suddenly trembled, and the black pupils tightly shrank, and the entire ancient temple began to tremble, and the restriction wrapped around it cracked with a "bang".

Ci Hang, who was in the middle of the bamboo temple, opened his eyes and chuckled: "Is it perfect? ​​Good, good."

"A roar is broken, and the sun and the moon are in the palm of the hand."

A man stepped out from the middle of the ancient temple, behind him was a huge ancient temple, rumbled and collapsed, with a proud and handsome face, wearing fourteen golden battle pictures, the entire purple bamboo forest, and even the human world began to tremble.

On this day, all the great sects were shocked and looked at the South China Sea with an incredible look on their faces.

But I saw golden earth dragons jumping up from the sea, jumping into the sky, rising and falling in the sea of ​​clouds, roaring and roaring, covering the entire South China Sea in a golden emperor.

Ten thousand dragons rush in the sea of ​​clouds, chasing the sun and the moon, their huge dragon claws supporting the sea screen, opening their mouths and roaring wildly, and endless murderous intent and majesty emerged.

The Taoist sects in the entire human world saw this miracle, and they were all shockingly combined, and then they were deeply afraid.

What kind of person is it that can cause such a storm!

Shushan, Sword Hall.

Jian Shisan, Dongchen, Huo Zun and several old Taoists sat cross-legged, with fear and worry in their eyes.

"Old ancestor, in your opinion, who was born?"

After pondering for a moment, Dongchen bowed to one of the old Taoists and asked for advice respectfully.

The old Taoist sitting upright in the middle, stroked his long beard, thought for a while, and began to count his fingers, the more he frowned, the tighter he frowned.

"Hey, my cultivation level is limited, and I can't calculate the leg of this person. I wonder if your master's skills of dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism may be speculated one or two."

When everyone heard this, they looked at an old monk on the left. The monk was old and was wearing a robe. He was engraved with Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram. It was Jian Chen, the master of the Buddhist practice lineage of Shushan Sword Sect.

Jian Chen frowned and took out a water bowl from his sleeve. He wiped his hands, filled it with clear water. He pinched his fingers and muttered something. His fingers poured out the power of Buddhism and Taoism. The entire water bowl began to shake, and the clear water in it began to boil.

A picture gradually blurred, and you can vaguely see a person's outline, standing with his hands behind his back, with a raised eye between his eyebrows, which seems to cover the universe, all-encompassing, and it is daunting.

"Xiao, Xiao Chen!"

"Fight, War Emperor!"

Jian Shisan and Dongchen almost trembled and read out the origin of the people in Qingshui. All the Shushan Gate present were shocked when they heard this.

It's him!

The eternal genius, the only emperor among the human emperors who became emperors by fighting!

The entire hall was silent. After a while, the old Taoist sitting in the middle slowly stood up, waved the whisk, shook his head at the Fire Lord, and then left lightly. Seeing this, the other old Taoists followed him closely.

In the huge sword hall, only Jian Thirteen, Dongchen and Huo Zun remained silent, each with their own thoughts.

Although the old Taoist did not say it, his expression was already very clear. This person could not afford to offend Shushan, which was a disguised show of weakness.

The Fire Lord held his fingers tightly, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness.
Chapter completed!