Yi Yan returned to Zijing Mountain, and he left for only one night and one morning. The ordinary people in the mountains didn't know that he had left. However, Hong Xiuquan and Yang Xiuqing knew, and they also knew that the Feixing Taoist also went out when the sun was rising. Of course, they knew what the Feixing Taoist was going to do. Now only Yi Yan brought his sister back, and there was no Feixing Taoist. Another day later, the Feixing Taoist still did not return, so everyone roughly knew what the result was.

Yang Xiuqing stood at the window, looking at the night outside the window. Behind her was a kerosene lamp, with a thick heart of light and a black smoke rising from the thick flames.

"This Qi Su is young, but he is very scheming, and he is cruel and decisive. Don't add the Heavenly Notes to him."

Yang Xiuqing stood at the window and said lightly, there was still someone sitting in the room, Xiao Chaogui. Xiao Chaogui nodded, but said again: "What are you going to treat those practitioners?"

Yang Xiuqing did not look back, but was silent for a while before saying: "They wanted to use our rebellious momentum to break through their own cultivation and to use this to get rid of the shackles of the Qing Dynasty. This is a matter of mutual benefit. Even if they are taken in, they want to use us and we also use them. When the Kingdom of God is formed, they will find that they have just come from the river to the sea, and we will take the faith of hundreds of millions of people into one, and will never be destroyed forever."

Xiao Chaogui looked at Yang Xiuqing's flushed face and hot eyes, and couldn't help but turn his eyes open. Looking elsewhere, although his heart was also moved by Yang Xiuqing's words, another voice told him: "He has changed, no longer the generous and generous Yang Xiuqing he used to be. He is already a monk Yang Xiuqing."

In Xiao Chaogui's heart, monks are synonymous with coldness and ruthlessness.

Yi Yan returned to Zijing Mountain and focused on harmonizing the soul and communicating with the world day and night. He had already wanted to overcome the third catastrophe, but he had always been surrounded by dangers, so he did not pass the catastrophe. Passing the catastrophe was a matter of opportunity. Only by enduring the baptism of the Qing Dynasty could he grow.

Because everyone's practice is different, the ways of attracting disasters are different. Yi Yan is preparing to use the supernatural power of the soul to attract disasters to survive. On this day, Yi Yan left Zijing Mountain and came outside Guiping City. In his eyes, this city was more decayed and corrupt than a year ago.

The people entering and leaving the city gate also had more resentment. They were like rotten and dried trees in Yi Yan's eyes, and they could ignite them with just a fire.

This is a common phenomenon for people living in the Qing Dynasty, and it cannot be changed easily.

He came to the nearby mountain, the mountain that Zhang Caiwei brought him to. When he came to this mountain, he thought of Zhang Caiwei. He didn't know whether he was safe on the boundary of heaven and earth. He suddenly had an impulse to go to the boundary of heaven and earth to see.

This thought sprouted and took root in his heart. As his heart tides fluctuated, he took a deep breath, suppressed the impulse in his heart, and sat cross-legged.

The sun in the sky slowly turned west from the middle, the sky gradually darkened, and his heart also changed with the change of the sky. The sky and the earth were quiet, and his heart also became quiet.

At this moment, his soul seemed to be in harmony with the world and became a part of the world.

It was at this moment that the supernatural power of observing life bloomed like a flower, and he was observing the fate of Guiping City.

As the heaven and earth rotated, Guiping City turned into a bloody color in Yi Yan's eyes. Blood was flowing everywhere on the city walls. From the inside of the city to the outside of the city, the scene flashed and he retreated from the mysterious feeling. What followed was the erasure of the will of the Qing Dynasty. When the overwhelming majesty shocked down, Yi Yan seemed to fall into a deep pool in this moment.

The suffocation feeling hit his heart, but Yi Yan had already prepared.

His thoughts seemed to be blank and still, and he could only stick to his last trace of will, not knowing whether it was clear or persistent, just like a huge rock by the sea that was allowed to be drowned by the huge sea, allowing the wind and rain to blow and sun, and the wind and rain to invade.

He sat here all night. When the second sun rose, a long roar came from the top of the mountain, and the long roar was like a tide.

Three tribulations have been overcome.

The soul is clear and bright, and he only feels that the soul can breathe. With one breath and one breath, some things in the world appear in his heart, just like plankton in the water, waiting for you to capture.

Yi Yan stood on the top of the mountain for a long time, because at that moment, he knew that Emperor Daoguang was dead, and the new emperor succeeded to the throne, and was named Xianfeng.

Yi Yan did not see the death of the golden dragon again, because his golden dragon did not represent Emperor Daoguang alone, but represented the fate of the entire Qing Dynasty. Emperor Daoguang's death would only make the Qing Dynasty even weaker.

At the same time, he realized a magic spell at that moment, called spiritual sound, which is to condense his voice into a little spiritual light and transmit it to the extreme distance. The distance he can pass depends on his own strength.

Yi Yan put his hands together on his mouth, buzzed and said a series of words, then closed his hands. After a while, he opened his hands, opened his mouth and blew it, and a light of inspiration flew out and disappeared in the distance.

When Yi Yan returned to Zijing Mountain it was noon, Yi An was cooking. When she saw Yi Yan, she exclaimed: "Brother, are you talking in the morning?"

Yi Yan immediately knew that what he said had been passed by.

It is not easy to pass the third catastrophe, nor is it easy. However, after you pass it, you can realize the difference between the second catastrophe and the third catastrophe. The third catastrophe is truly allowing practitioners to reach the realm of mystery.

This mysterious feeling opens the door to heaven and earth, and can communicate with heaven and earth. Although the soul Yi Yan has been able to communicate with heaven and earth long ago and have obtained magic from heaven and earth, it is completely different from the current feeling. The feeling now is that he is walking towards the sunlight from a fog.

Every day he sat in the house to communicate with the world and realized the magic of the arrival of the sky fire. At the same time, he was sacrificed and refining the stone turtle. There was a mysterious aura on the stone turtle, which was extremely consistent with his soul. Moreover, it was not difficult to sacrifice and refine it. He just needed to integrate the soul into the stone turtle every day.

In addition, the pair of soul-catching demon eyes finally felt like they could be sacrificed and refined. He had always felt that he could not get the soul-catching demon eyes, and now he could finally sacrifice and refine. Although the sacrifice and refinement time would definitely be very long, his spiritual will was finally integrated a little.

Yi Yan practiced quietly in Zijing Mountain, but outside Zijing Mountain, the name Qi Su spread all over the world. This name spread all over the world because of the death of Emperor Daoguang, because before Emperor Daoguang's death, what Yi Yan saw had already spread all over the world.

When it became increasingly difficult for people to calculate the information between heaven and earth, after the world's number one hexagram master died at the top of Kunlun Mountain, the cultivators in the world were filled with mist. However, one person calculated the celestial phenomena of the golden dragon's scales and bleeding. So after many people heard it, they thought in their hearts that what the seven constellations saw was true, then Emperor Daoguang will be dead soon, and the death of Emperor Daoguang proves Yi Yan's words. Perhaps Yi Yan's name appeared for the first time in the Forbidden City.

Yi Yan still couldn't determine whether she was a human or a demon, or even whether she came from the Heavenly Court on Earth.

Yi Yan was only focused on practicing. Although he was always concerned about when the worship of God's religion would start, he sat in the Bauhinia Mountain. Over the past few days, practitioners have entered the Bauhinia Mountain from time to time, and those who came in have to see him to a greater or lesser extent. When they saw him, some were disappointed, some were surprised, and more were the faint smiles of practitioners. They were neither far nor near, as if everything was in their hearts.

Yi Yan didn't care about them, he just cared about his own practice. He had never had any method of eating evil spirits and refining spirits. He only relied on worshiping the divine power of the God Cult and asking God to come to fight with others. Now he is still like this, he does not know any method, but he just trains his soul in the most basic way.

Yi An still failed to learn magic. It was not that Yi Yan refused to teach her, but that Yi Yan was still thinking about how to teach her magic. She said she would not learn it. Yi Yan asked her what she wanted to learn, but she actually said she wanted to go to the Vatican that Reverend Charles said.

Yi Yan didn't know where the Vatican was, but he knew that the Vatican was equivalent to Kunlun, and it was extremely noble and sacred.

Yi An's thought surprised Yi Yan very much. He wanted his sister to give up this idea, but he didn't know where to start. Moreover, in his heart, he also wanted to leave this world and go to the world that had been swallowed by the wind of breaking the law to see.

Yi Yan remembered Lin Mingting and didn't know how he was now. He once said that he wanted to go to the place where the wind of the Dharma blows, but he didn't know if he had gone now.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the hot people are becoming more and more anxious. Yi Yan feels that the air in the mountains is about to burn.

On this day, Yi Yan suddenly heard something from the vain wind in his heart.

Luo Xiao will undergo major changes in the near future, and may be reborn or extinct. The Luo Xiao incident is not a separate event. In this world, such things have been happening continuously over the past few decades. It’s just that Yi Yan did not practice before, and even in the past year, some sects have disappeared. It’s just that they have nothing to do with Yi Yan. He didn’t know that this time it was Luo Xiao, the place where Yi Yan learned the first magic.

Yi Yan looked at the hot sky and couldn't sit still. He took Yi An away from Zijing Mountain. When he felt that worshipping God's religion could make any trouble at any time, he headed towards Luoxiao Mountain, which bordered Jiangxi and Hunan.

When he fled from his hometown to Guangxi, he would always be found by people from the Heavenly Court when he went to a place. At that time, Yi Yan felt that someone might have calculated his whereabouts.

Now he is no longer afraid, he feels in his heart that it is impossible for anyone to calculate his whereabouts.

He took Yi An and the others to walk between heaven and earth, with a ball of wind wrapped around his body, which was summoned by the soul. The monks of the three tribulations reached the realm of mysterious descent and sensed the impermanence of heaven and earth. This was even more so by Yi Yan's soul. Since he reached the realm of mysterious descent and the three tribulations, although he did not possess magical powers, the mystery of heaven and earth in the dark lingered in his heart.
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