He did realize that something was wrong, but he couldn't say for a while.

As I walked along the way, I saw a golden rune flowing in Daoyuan's hand. The next moment, the innate Eight Trigrams fluctuated, and the void was twisted. Daoyi walked into the formation with Daoyuan, and the next moment, a fiery red light came into his eyes.

"Innate Wutong!!!" Daoyi's face was horrified, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes, revealing a look of disbelief.

"This is the innate spiritual root of the branches of the big toon tree last time. This is not the innate sycamore tree, but just a piece of the branches on the sycamore tree, and then cultivated them with innate divine water to make them take root and sprout," Daoyuan explained.

"Junior sister, you actually hide your own personalities to me. Since you have something as good as the innate sycamore tree, why did you just give me a piece of branch of the big toon tree?" Daoyi looked crazy at this time, showing a hint of fanaticism, and turned around and looked at Daoyuan with dissatisfaction.

Daoyuan pouted her lips when she heard this, feeling a little aggrieved, but she couldn't speak. She swallowed all the words she wanted to explain, but she felt extremely aggrieved.

"Innate Wutong! This is a seedling of a innate Wutong tree. If it can be used as a supplement to the Dharma image, it will be possible to realize the true body of Daluo in the future and be on par with the Demon Ancestor God Emperor. The most important thing is that this innate spiritual root is connected to the fortune of the Wutong tree, and its longevity is equal to the sky! Really true longevity is with the sky! If the Wutong tree can be used as the Dharma image, wouldn't it solve the shackles of life? Have an infinite future?" Daoyi's eyes showed a hint of fanaticism, and his eyes were full of annoyance: "Junior sister, you shouldn't hide your own things. If you have such a treasure, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Senior brother, this sycamore tree is not mine, it was borrowed by others! Besides, there was no sycamore tree at that time, how could I give it to you!" Daoyuan said a little annoyed.

Daoyi ignored Daoyuan, but stared at the sycamore tree with an obsessive expression. After a while, he calmed down and turned to look at the pissing Daoyuan. He quickly smiled and said, "Junior sister, I have lost my composure for my brother. Facing the innate spiritual roots, I can't help but feel greedy."

Hearing this, Daoyuan curled his lips and said nothing.

"Hyit!" The blue bird showed disdain on the one hand and couldn't help but curse.

Daoyi's face froze, but it was not easy to get angry. He turned around and looked at the paulownia tree, with a jade-like luster flashing, and a hint of heartache appeared in his eyes.

"Why was the only branches of the big toon tree tree that were entrusted with Dharma at the beginning, not the seedlings of the sycamore tree in front of you!" Daoyi was heartbroken, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"What a pity, if this sycamore tree could be used to support the Dharma image..." Daoyi's eyes were full of regret, and then the topic changed: "I don't know how powerful he is, he actually divided a piece of branches from the sycamore tree and cultivated a pseudo-innate spiritual root."

Daoyuan didn't say anything, but just looked at the sycamore tree, his eyes were swollen, and a trace of remembrance appeared in his eyes. He whispered: "Senior brother wants to use the vitality of the sycamore tree to restore the foundation. You can practice here in the future. This sycamore tree is a congenital spiritual root, which can cultivate the branches of the big toon tree in your body."

After saying that, Daoyuan turned around and left. Obviously, the previous words of Daoyi's "hidden privateness" made him feel dissatisfied.

"Junior sister! Junior sister!" Daoyi shouted behind his back twice, looked at Daoyuan's back as he was away, and stomped his feet. After all, he did not chase him out, but came to the sycamore tree with obsession.

Outside the Bagua Formation

Daoyuan stood still, his face was nervous and he didn't say anything. After a while, he turned around in a low mood and looked at the innate Bagua formation behind him: "He didn't chase me out and coax me! The fourth senior brother has changed, and he has become increasingly unfamiliar in recent years."

"Haha!" The blue bird smiled coldly, his voice extremely harsh.

"Girl, you have to understand the suffering of my son. The son has been in a rich and frugal life since he was young. How could he suffer such suffering? The country was destroyed and the family was almost extinct. He was punished by the saints. He was in panic all day long!" The third elder was ragged and unknown where he came out, his voice was full of sorrow: "Over the years, my son was stimulated by the outside world, and it was natural that his nature changed drastically. It was already lucky that he had not been crushed by the waves of bad news."

"The young master is now carrying the fate of the entire race. He must do everything possible to become stronger, live and improve his background. If the young master is sorry to the girl, I will kowtow to the girl here and apologize for my young master... I hope the girl is pitiful and pity my young master and help him with his help!" The third elder knelt on the ground, his voice full of sadness, the hearing person burst into tears, and the hearing person is sad.

When Daoyuan heard this, his eyes turned red, and tears fell down again. The blue bird's hair was shaking in anger: "This girl's ears are so soft! So soft! She's so angry that she's so angry!"

The bystander Bluebird was also a little angry at this time, and his eyes showed anger, but when he thought of Yang Sanyang's orders, he did not dare to say anything.

After hearing the words of the third elder, Daoyuan lowered his head and was silent for a while before saying: "I understand his suffering. If the race is destroyed, he must be very painful. If Daoyuan's race is erased, he will be heartbroken and will take revenge to the other party at all costs."

"Don't worry, I have been in love with my fourth senior brother for 100,000 years, 100,000 years of storm, and 100,000 years of dependence on each other. I will definitely help him take revenge and help him with his strength!" Daoyuan's eyes were red and swollen, and then he turned around and walked down the mountain.

Yang Sanyang's Palace

At this time, Yang Sanyang was holding a shovel in his hand and digging in the middle of the hall, digging out a two-meter-wide pond. Wa stood aside and used her magical powers to attract the water veins in the mountains, causing the pond to form a living water.

"Senior brother, what are you doing when digging a pond in the hall? Do you want to raise fish?" A hint of curiosity appeared in Wa's eyes.

"I want to plant a pond of lotus in the hall, raise some carp and aquatic products, and when you have nothing to do on weekdays, you can fish and eat some hot pot!" Yang Sanyang said this, and his words suddenly stopped, his face was a little dull, as if he was in deep thought.

That was a past that he was not willing to mention! When he first caught fishing, he almost died at the hands of the Eighteenth Prince.

Yang Sanyang's expression became solemn, his eyes looked into the distance, and he remained silent for a long time. He just lowered his head and kept cleaning the mud and sand in the pool, throwing lotus seeds into it.

"Senior brother seems a little unhappy?" Wa said curiously.

"You said, if a person dies, can he still be resurrected?" Yang Sanyang looked at Wa.

"No, right? Except for the true God of Daluo, no one can die and resurrect and walk out of the long river of time." Wa said with a little hesitation: "However, the saints have infinite magic powers and infinite magical powers, and perhaps even those who have the ability to resurrect the dead may be."

Wa revealed a hint of thought: "Our cultivator will cultivate the soul. If we cannot take over the body within seven days after death, our soul will be dissipated and disappear from the world. The ghost turns into a lonely ghost. If we have the chance in the future, we may be able to be reincarnated and re-enter the road."

"Of course, it's hard to say. If there is a powerful person who protects the reincarnation of the soul, as long as you wake up the mystery in the fetus, everything can naturally be done again." Wa came back to her senses and looked at Yang Sanyang: "Who do you want to resurrect the senior brother?"

"That's not." Yang Sanyang shook his head, put away the shovel, and a divine light appeared in his eyes: "Sage? Maybe!"

He just has the Dharma body of a saint and feels the great power of a saint, but he doesn't know how much it can be.

It’s like he can drive a tank and feel the invincible strength of the tank, but he doesn’t know whether he can fight one-on-one with 100,000 cavalry.

It's just a metaphor, not very vivid!

Just as he was talking, he saw Daoyuan walking in from outside the hall in a daze, standing beside Yang Sanyang, lowering his head, and calling out with a sad voice: "Little Monkey~"

"So what's wrong? Didn't you promise to send morality under the sycamore tree?" Yang Sanyang was puzzled and stepped forward and said steadily, patted Daoyuan's thin body.

"It's nothing, I just want to cry!" Daoyuan's voice was filled with a crying voice, but he insisted on it.

Yang Sanyang glanced at the blue bird, spreading its wings and making a helpless expression.

"Okay, what's the hurdle that cannot be overcome? Today I will make a big carp for you and add a meal for you!" Yang Sanyang touched Daoyuan's head with a funny look, grabbed the blue bird quietly, and said to Wa: "Good to comfort Senior Sister Daoyuan, and go to catch the big carp for your brother."

After saying that, he walked out of the hall and looked at the blue bird in his hand: "Did you bully her?"

"I bully her? She's just a slut!" Qingniao was immediately displeased: "Why are you wronging me?"

Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly: "What the hell is going on?"

"Daoyi is not a thing. You plotted against him before and wanted to kill him. I still think you are cruel, but now I slapped my hands to agree!" said Blue Bird, with his eyes staring at Yang Sanyang with creepy eyes: "Your move is really sinister. You trap Daoyi under the sycamore tree for thousands of years. At that time, Daoyi faces the power of heavenly punishment, and I am afraid he can only wait for death."

"Haha!" Yang Sanyang smiled coldly and looked at the Daoyuan Mountain: "This is just a small trick, just a link in a series of plans. The most important thing now is to hold Daoyuan up."

What is Yang Sanyang's plan?

The vitality of the sycamore tree is locked to death, and Daoyi does not give him the opportunity to practice. Then he traps it with the innate Bagua. At that time, Daoyi says that every day should not be called "Di Di Di, and he can only wait for death in it.

As long as you hold on to Daoyuan, Daoyi will waste time in it. The period of time will come. Even if Daoyuan opens the Eight Trigrams and releases it, he will not be able to turn the world back at that time, and force him to steal the Dingfeng Pill.

Then, with the help of Dingfeng Pill, the plan is perfect. Of course, if you can hold back the Daoyuan and ask him to ignore the morality in the formation and kill him directly under the punishment of heaven, it would be perfect. You can save yourself from stealing Dingfeng Pill.

I just use moral courage to overcome the tribulation.

Moreover, morality cannot die under the sycamore tree!

Sogou
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