A tiny bit of faint flame light illuminated the sky above and below. It was emitting immeasurable light, shining brightly in the void sea, but it seemed to have no color. Even the flame light was chaotic, faint and dark.
Elusive and difficult to determine.
The flame burned silently and seemed to have been extinguished long ago.
Even if he just looked at it from a distance, Bai Shu's mind suddenly sank.
In the Niwan Palace, the movement of the soul stopped slightly, and suddenly, flames of light gradually appeared on the surface of the golden little human body.
It was green or pitch-black fire. It was like thousands of colors mixed together, and it was also like an illusory mass, with no form or color.
Changchun Kung, Wind and Thunder Step, Fuhu Fist, Big Open Stele Hand...
All kinds of martial arts from the past flashed through my mind, and countless thoughts were being transformed into little souls one by one, practicing martial arts in the Niwan Palace with great discipline.
A ball of fresh air surges upward, and plants, trees, insects, and fish emerge. There are also various waterfalls hanging, and the forest island is suspended in the sky.
Haunted by the wind and thunder, the blurry figure whose face could not be seen clearly moved east and west. A slight sway caused a series of loud noises, accompanied by overlapping shadows.
There was a sky monument that exploded into pieces, showing its dominance and masculinity. A tiger as big as a mountain dropped down, casting a formidable shadow on the ground.
Under that ball of light, Bai Shu Yuanshen closed his eyes slightly, with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Thoughts collided one after another, intertwining with brilliant sparks. As his thoughts continued to rise and fall, Bai Shu felt that he had vaguely grasped something.
There are towering divine elephants as high as the sky, red-scaled fire dragons dormant in the abyss, large peacocks of five colors, the majestic golden body of King Ming, and the erratic God of Music.
There is a majestic existence composed of darkness, with a body surface that is free and boundless, and seems to contain the wisdom of all living beings; there is an endless sword light, which seems to split Yin and Yang, and cut off hundreds of millions of invisible things; the body is equipped with fire, gold, and green, There are seven kinds of pure and wonderful gods in red, white, yellow and black colors, and there is also the great Asura King with one face and three eyes, holding up the celestial axis...
As the thoughts and auras collided and died, and the thoughts kept turning, the expression on Bai Zhu's face changed, ranging from joy, confusion, and shock.
In the end, everything slowly returned to peace.
Bai Shu's face was calm, but at this moment, there was neither sadness nor joy.
A few steps away from Baizhu, the middle-aged monk looked at him silently, but in the end, he just sighed oldly.
"If you want to realize the supreme enlightenment, how can you have personal feelings in your heart?"
The middle-aged monk was silent for a long time and laughed to himself:
"Perhaps you don't want to realize the supreme bodhi. For the sake of a woman, you are so stupid that you ruin your own future. It's really..."
Guang Hui sighed again, but stopped talking.
The two of them sat opposite each other, and the huge hall suddenly became silent.
Just like hundreds of years ago, two monks, one big and one small, were chanting sutras in the meditation room. The younger one was always secretly distracted, causing the older monk to glare at him angrily.
At that time, the younger monk's cultivation was already superior to that of the younger generation, and even the elder monk's cultivation was far behind him.
At that time, Guanghui was sincere and wanted to make Wuming become a Buddha.
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The thoughts in his mind were constantly arising and dying, and they were as dense as rain falling. Bai Zhu had kept his eyes closed, but suddenly he opened them.
Guang Hui had already left, and he was the only one left in the huge Huaqing Palace.
He raised his head, and at some point, he was holding a simple green lantern in his hand.
The flame light illuminated every ripple in Baizhu's inner lake. He took a deep breath to suppress the turbulent thoughts.
At this moment, everything has changed on the properties panel.
His mind was relaxed, and all the techniques he had developed since he first learned martial arts were all hidden because he had reached perfection in practice.
At this moment, everything has changed.
Name: Bai Shu.
Martial Arts: A small success in "Miao Yuan Changchun Kung". A small success in "Wind and Thunder Xiao Escape". A small success in "Weide Zheng Fist". A small success in "Big Broken Jade Hand".
"Great Peacock Fist" is completed. "Dragon Master Ming King's Golden Body" is completed. "Lion Steps" is completed. "Gandharva Glass Mantra" is completed.
"The Self-Awakening Sutra" has not been started yet (25%). "The Pure Heaven and Human Body" has not been started yet (21%).
"Visualization Sutra on the King of Asuras" (Dampness-born Asuras: Xiaocheng).
"The Sutra of Swords for Embryo Divine Yuan" - (Yao Ling Sword: Perfection; Bai Chi Tower: Dacheng.)
"Red Dragon Heart Sutra" third realm Yang Talisman (the third level - the true Talisman cultivation path).
Property value: 21.
The Lion Step and the Gandharva Glazed Mantra, which were originally just entry level, have suddenly reached the level of success under the dual promotion of the Dharma Golden Bell and Milo Lamp.
The Awakening Sutra and Heavenly Body of those who have been immobile for a long time also increased by a full 15% and 14% respectively.
As he watched this scene, his hands trembled unconsciously, and he could no longer control his mood.
Finally, there is hope for the future...
This is just an insight into the Miluo Lantern. Now, I hold this important treasure in my hands.
In my lifetime, I will finally be able to cultivate these two great magical powers.
I have achieved enlightenment!
This trip to Qingli Palace is indeed worth the money!
Bai Shu calmed down and continued to focus on the attribute panel.
Except for Asura and Sword Sutra, everything on the attribute panel has changed.
However, Asura and Sword Sutra have undergone many changes compared to their previous situation.
To upgrade from the small achievement of Asura of Moisture to the Dacheng of Moisture, the originally required attribute value of 7600 points has also been reduced to 4300 points.
As for the newly refined flying sword - Bai Chi Lou, the 6500 points required to refine it from Dacheng Sacrifice to Perfection have also been reduced to 3200 points.
Under the illumination of that simple green lamp, the door to all things finally burst open!
But when Bai Shu turned his attention to the newly released "Miaoyuan Changchun Kung" and "Feng Lei Xiao Escape", his expression couldn't help but look a little weird.
These new martial arts are nothing more than variations of the Changchun Kung Fu and the Wind and Thunder Steps, all of which were learned by Baizhu before.
Unexpectedly, with the help of Miluo Deng, I could also create new martial arts techniques.
Bai Shu felt speechless for a while. He looked at the faintly burning flame in his hand and was stunned for a long time. He was silent for a while.
Logically speaking, it would be extremely difficult for me to master such a rare and valuable weapon as the Miluo Lantern with my Yang Fu realm, let alone command it like an arm.
The original plan was to ask the master to make sacrifices for me after he returned to Fengshan.
I just didn’t expect that…
Baizhu turned his palm, and the simple green lantern was taken into the Niwan Palace.
The little Yuanshen man held the fireworks, and a layer of dim and uncertain light covered his whole body.
The strange sense of familiarity, so handy.
Just like he once held a green lantern, day after day.,
"That is your magic weapon. It is an important weapon that you got from a collection."
When Bai Shu was confused, Guang Hui's voice suddenly sounded.
The void is like a curtain, which is gently pushed aside to reveal the darkness within.
The middle-aged monk with a dull expression stepped out of the vacuum passage and spoke to Bai Shu:
"After you passed away, the Miluo lamp was rewarded to Lord Qingli by Master. This time, it can be regarded as returning to its original owner."
"Have you heard a story?"
The middle-aged monk looked at him for a long time, then sighed suddenly and spoke to Bai Shu.
