The Central Plains is vast, Kyushu is vast, and there are countless famous mountains and rivers. However, Taiyuan appears on an unknown mountain in the north. It is uninhabited for hundreds of miles and is surrounded by high mountains and lofty mountains. The situation is dangerous.
However, with his current level of cultivation, he didn't have the slightest scruple. His footsteps trembled, like a fleeting shadow, be it mountains or jungles, they all passed by in a flash.
On the top of a mountain, there were rugged bluestones, which shone brightly under the sunlight. Taiyuan floated down, looked at it for a moment, and then nodded with satisfaction.
From this day on, Taiyuan sat on the barren mountain, polishing his magic power, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and the mysteries of the heaven and earth. His cultivation became more and more perfect and mysterious, and his spiritual awareness spread into the void, and he understood the destiny of the heaven and the earth.
He was considered successful in cultivating the Tao. Although he was not extraordinary, he had taken half a step forward. He could swallow the essence of heaven and earth to escape from the valley, so it was no problem. Time flew by, and he did not know the sun and the moon. One day, Taiyuan's body was sitting dry.
Trembling, his eyes opened, boundless energy was spitting out, the magic power in his body roared like thunder, and there seemed to be clouds of green mist surrounding his body. With the breeze, the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth roared in, and the green mist became more and more dense.
For a while in the Dantian, streams of flowing mana essence soared up into the sky and went straight into the spiritual stage of the sea of consciousness. There was a loud bang, as if the world was opening up, and the vast sea of consciousness suddenly changed drastically. Infinite blue light bloomed, and water-like green light bloomed.
The light exploded, and a Yuan Shen suddenly appeared. The sound of the Dao was curling up and boundless. Within the Taiyuan Consciousness Sea, the Dao light fell, and the clear air was like rain. The Yuan Shen sat on the green lotus, with his eyes slightly closed, emitting a faint light.
, the runes are faint, implying the charm of Taoism and the mystery of creation.
Refining Qi and transforming into a god, at this moment, finally came true! Huh, immediately from the depths of the sea of consciousness, in the vast void, a jade tablet shot out like lightning and fell into the hands of the soul. The light was obscure and faint.
It contains infinite mysteries and is difficult to understand.
Taiyuan's mind cleared up and his soul trembled slightly. As soon as the jade tablet fell, he felt clear and clear. He felt indescribably comfortable and carefree. His connection with the surrounding heaven and earth became closer and closer. In a trance, he felt the charm of various avenues in the void.
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With a smile on his face, Taiyuan stood up. He suddenly felt indescribably relaxed and casual. His whole body seemed to be lifted up by the wind, and then passed away. With a thought, the energy of the void surged, and all kinds of changes happened in just a thought.
Once the Yuan Shen is completed, Taiyuan will know that he has truly embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation. After achieving the Yuan Shen, he will have vast supernatural powers. All the essences and powers in the world can be controlled with a single thought, and he will be one with the heaven and the earth. All the things during this period are unparalleled in mysteries.
"It's finally happened. The soul is immortal, that is, immortal, and the magic power has transformed again. I have the capital to pursue the great road. The years to come are endless, but I finally have hope." Taiyuan sighed, his eyes were deep, as if to
To accommodate this whole area of heaven and earth, the momentum is so astonishing that the void on the entire mountain is almost solidified.
Taking a step forward, Taiyuan's figure was insignificant and submerged into the mountains. At this moment, his soul was perfected. It was easy to control the flow of void air and control the wind with the help of void, and his speed was naturally very fast.
After a little calculation on the way, he found that three years had passed since he had been in retreat. He really had no time to practice, and he felt regretful that he had been in a thousand years. Fortunately, his lifespan has greatly increased now. As long as his soul is immortal, there will be no day for him to perish.
, I don’t care about it at this time.
"Well, the poor Taoist has succeeded in transforming into a god. The true fire of samadhi has been released, but he needs to refine a magic weapon according to the Taishang Wuji Sutra. However, this material still needs a little effort." Taiyuan said in his eyes.
The light of wisdom flows and I start thinking.
Refining magic weapons is already an urgent matter for Taiyuan. Since he has already practiced Taoism, ordinary martial arts weapons are of little use to him. He has to use his own efforts to refine a magic weapon.
The means of a monk.
Xiawangfu, a person with an unestablished reputation in the martial arts world of the Central Plains is called the Xiawang. He has become a great name by doing chivalry and justice. However, hundreds of years have passed, and now Xiawangfu only has a name left, and even
The current master of the Xia Palace, Lu Yi, is not very good at martial arts either.
On this day, Taiyuan appeared outside Prince Xia's Mansion. Looking around, he saw many palaces, vast portals, and numerous archways. It was such a huge business. With a flash of green light in his eyes, he saw that there were many people in Prince Xia's Mansion.
Servants, servants, maids and servants support such a big mansion.
It’s just that in Taiyuan’s eyes, all of this is like dirt. As for the guarding force up and down the Xiawang Mansion, to him, it is even more useless. In broad daylight, as soon as he stepped out, he disappeared without a trace and entered the depths of the Xiawang Mansion.
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There is an ancestral hall in the back hill of King Xia's Mansion, which is heavily guarded and full of incense. It is dedicated to the first generation of King Xia and the ancestor of Lu Yi, but no one knew that an uninvited guest suddenly appeared here today.
As Taiyuan walked along, the surrounding vitality light was distorted. The so-called guards did not notice his arrival at all, and they could be said to have entered the back mountain ancestral hall of the Xiawang Mansion in a swagger.
Inside the ancestral hall, the architecture is simple, and there is an aura of accumulation of time everywhere. Taiyuan glanced around and saw a portrait in the center of the ancestral hall. It was lifelike. It was a middle-aged man with a square face and a slight beard.
Hundreds of years have passed without leaving any trace on his body. His skin is rosy, as if he is sleeping.
Taiyuan's spiritual thoughts penetrated the air, and after careful sensing, he noticed a cold aura on the body of the Xia Wang. This aura was endless, endless, and very mysterious.
He gently stretched out his hand, and a green light palm print came out from the body. He pressed lightly on the chest and abdomen of the knight, and with a pop, the corpse spit out a divine object the size of a baby's fist. It was covered with white mist and filled with chills.
, but it is the divine creature in the world, Ice Soul!
As soon as the ice soul left the body of the King of Heroes, there was a clatter, and the originally lifelike corpse turned into a ball of ashes, as graceful as quicksand, and piled up on the altar table.
Taiyuan shook his head lightly: "A generation of chivalrous kings will die when they die. What's the use of keeping this body? If you don't develop a way of life, you will still be unable to escape the polishing power of time."
The tone was desolate, like a ghost, floating in the ancestral hall, but Taiyuan's figure had disappeared out of thin air.
Half an hour later, a servant of the Lu Mansion came to the ancestral hall to offer incense and make offerings. Suddenly, he saw that there was only a cloud of ashes left on the offering table where the Xia Wang Yuan body was. He was suddenly shocked and screamed in horror.
When the guards outside came, everyone's expressions changed when they saw it.
The Lu Mansion was in panic, and the news that the Xia King's body was destroyed soon spread. When Lu Yi arrived, when he saw the scene in the ancestral hall, his vision went black on the spot, he breathed heavily in his chest, and he fainted.
After some tension, he finally woke up, his face gloomy and livid.
Others don't know, and he, Lu Yi, still doesn't understand the reason. The corpses of his ancestors have not rotted for hundreds of years. The reason is that the corpses contain the world's most precious ice soul. As long as this ice soul exists for one day, the ancestors will be dead.
The corpse will never decay, but now that it is like this, there is only one explanation, and that is that the ice soul has been stolen.
Thinking of this terrible result, Lu Yi had a tendency to go crazy. As soon as he calmed down, he immediately sent out a large number of troops, many of his subordinates, and even sent letters to the world, offering rewards for wanted arrests, and used various methods one after another to achieve his goal.
The purpose is to find the person who stole the ice soul and kill him to relieve the hatred in his heart.
As a result, there was a stir in the world. Although Prince Xia's palace has been in some decline over the years, it has great wealth and great connections. As soon as Lu Yi's order came out, half of the world was shocked. At that time, countless people in the world began to trace the whereabouts of Bing Po.
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It's a pity that all this is in vain. What tricks does Taiyuan use? He entered the Xiawang Mansion and took out the ice soul. He was so unnoticed. How could a mere force from the Xiawang Mansion find any clues about it? There was not even the slightest bit of information.
, Bing Po’s whereabouts have disappeared without a trace and are difficult to find.
However, after this turmoil, many master thieves in the world were unlucky. For a while, everyone shouted for beatings, and many of them died in the hands of others.
However, Taiyuan had no psychological understanding of these. He walked all the way, traveled around the world, and understood the nature. It can be said that he passed through the mortal world without a leaf touching his body, and reached a mysterious and mysterious realm.
Another day, a Taoist priest in Qingyi came to the gate of Baijian Villa. This Taoist had empty hands and light steps. He was still far away a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of the villa.
"Who is it? What are you doing at Baijian Villa!"
In front of the gate of Jianjian Villa, several village guards were dressed in powerful clothes, with swords at their waists, and they were awe-inspiring. They were all full of energy and had strong kung fu skills. At this time, when they saw Taiyuan suddenly arriving, they immediately
He asked loudly.
"I'm a poor Taoist, Taiyuan. I'm here to pay my respects to the village. Please go in and report." Taiyuan said calmly.
Several guards looked at each other with playful expressions in their eyes. Taiyuan Taoist, this name is unknown in the world and has never been heard of. He is obviously not a big shot. Thinking of this, these guards have already made a decision in their hearts.
"Taoist Taoist Taiyuan, have you ever heard that anyone can enter our Sword Worship Villa? If you are wise, please leave as soon as possible, otherwise we will drive them away!"
Someone sneered and said coldly.
Taiyuan shook his head. This Sword Worship Villa was no longer what it used to be. It was still so trusting and arrogant. It was no wonder that he ended up miserable. He stopped talking and took a step forward. There was a faint green light in his eyes. Those few words
The guard man felt his eyes blurred for a while, his whole body felt drowsy, and his eyes became dull.
Taiyuan has succeeded in transforming the spirit, condensing the soul, and using his spiritual thoughts, he can easily capture even the smallest skills. With the martial arts and will of these villa guards, how can they resist! Naturally, they were attacked in an instant.
He walked slowly and comfortably into the Sword Worship Villa.
Along the way, he met people from the villa and just glanced at them. These people were confused by his glance and showed no reaction at all.
Soon Taiyuan entered the depths of the villa. In the distance, he heard the sound of shouting and practicing sword practice, so he walked over.
In an open space in the village, two people, one large and one small, were practicing swordplay. One of them was a middle-aged man with a beard and a ferocious look in his eyes. The sword energy around him was sharp and sinister. You could tell by his face that he was not a good person, but his martial arts skills were pretty good.
, Taiyuan saw that his kung fu was not inferior to that of King Nie Ren and Duan Shuai back then.
The other one was a young man with blond hair and a handsome face, but there was always a sense of pride in his eyes, which made people frown.
Sword Demon, Aotian! These two names appeared in Taiyuan's mind, and he already knew their identities.