Detachment is too far away for Feng Bingwen today. The gods and men he had seen in the Calabash Cave have reached the limit that the world can accommodate, so they have to pursue detachment and escape from it.
The shackles originating from heaven and earth reach a higher level.
However, Feng Bingwen himself has just embarked on the path of spiritual practice, and he does not have high expectations for himself. Traveling in the sky and across the sea at dusk is his greatest pursuit. To be able to live the same life as the heaven and the earth, and rest at the same time as the sun and the moon. This is
That's it.
"It's good to follow the way of heaven and roam freely between heaven and earth. This empty and lonely nothingness is not what I yearn for."
Feng Bingwen replied without thinking that he liked the bustling and lively world of mortals, which was suitable for spiritual practice and beneficial to the immortal way. He didn't want to stay at Taishangdao Mountain Gate for a long time because it was too boring.
"good!"
Hearing Feng Bingwen's answer, Xuanqing Immortal Lord nodded slightly, and then his figure turned from reality to emptiness in front of Feng Bingwen, and disappeared without any breath left.
"Is this satisfaction or dissatisfaction?"
Feng Bingwen looked at the place where the Immortal Lord originally stood. After pondering for a moment, he couldn't figure out what the Immortal was thinking. So, he quickly gave up thinking and continued to do his own things.
Even if it is a broken small world, looking around, the land is desolate, but there are still many creatures struggling to survive in it. However, after Feng Bingwen cleared away the demons in it, the number of mortals who were reintroduced by him was no longer less than a thousand.
This was an extremely tragic result. Great changes suddenly occurred in the world, and the departure of immortals and Buddhas intensified these changes. The abandoned demons and monks were naturally desperate.
Even mortals, even if they survive the attacks of successive natural disasters, become neither humans nor ghosts. Because only by being protected by demons can they continue to breathe.
And this comes at a price. After the demons met Feng Bingwen, the heavenly immortal who purified them, they sacrificed them without hesitation. Just like the first monster Feng Bingwen encountered, the consumables ended up like this.
Naturally, Feng Bingwen would not be threatened by demons because of these commonplaces. These mortals who took shelter from demons during the cataclysm, although they were still alive and dead, seemed to be moving, but in fact most of them were just bodies that could only breathe.
"Meet the Immortal!"
When Feng Bingwen controlled the mysterious light and landed on the top of the mountain shaped by the Moving Mountain Cauldron, he restrained him at the foot of the mountain. The mortals gathered here paid homage one after another, and there were many fanatical people everywhere.
For these mortals, the oldest of whom are only in their twenties, the immortals and Buddhas have been gone for too long, and they have been enslaved and tortured by demons for too long. For some of the younger mortals, they
Almost as soon as he could remember things, he was enslaved by demons.
When Feng Bingwen, who was similar in appearance and appearance to them but far surpassed them in temperament and appearance, brought seven fairy swords to them and killed the demons that enslaved them, Feng Bingwen was worshiped as an immortal, but he was nothing more than a fairy.
What is a natural thing.
"Two thousand three hundred and nineteen people!"
Feng Bingwen glanced down, and the number of surviving humans became clear. Among them was the boy he rescued, and Ning Bu would not forget it. At this time, this boy was standing at the front of the crowd, his eyes
Looking up at him passionately.
"Go and farm, there is no need to worship!"
No one dares to disobey the will of the immortals, and this is also their true wish. In any case, food is the basis for mortal survival, which is far more reliable than the help of immortals, because immortals cannot stay because of them.
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"The earth veins are converging, and the vitality is no longer flowing away!"
The look in Feng Bingwen's eyes was clear. His gaze reached up to the sky and down to the earth's veins, with a look of relief on his face.
Previously, those demons each occupied part of the earth's veins in order to survive, and the few ideas they had originally were scattered around the residual world. This made the situation in the residual world, which was already not good, even worse, and its decline was only a matter of time.
At this time, Feng Bingwen gathered all the earth veins in one place, and the inspiration naturally gathered. Although the ending of the decline was not changed, the time was delayed a lot. Of course, this problem can be solved soon.
Because, Feng Bingwen raised his head and looked up at the sky. His eyes passed through the weak fetal membrane. Outside the sky, a Taoist figure with green lotus feet was revealed. He held a fly whisk, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Feng Bingwen's
Their eyes met, and then he flicked the whisk in his hand.
Tens of thousands of white threads stretched across the sky. The next moment, Feng Bingwen, who had already used the Mountain-moving Cauldron to control the earth's veins, felt that the remaining world was moving.
Amidst the huge roar, Feng Bingwen felt his heartbeat speeding up, as if something was about to happen, and that was the real reward for his five hundred and sixty thousand good deeds.
In the emptiness that Feng Bingwen couldn't see, the huge shadow of the remaining world was wrapped in tens of thousands of white threads and dragged in the void. The seemingly endless white threads finally converged into a handful of seemingly endless white threads.
It was on a small whisk, and the whisk was held in the hand of a figure who was so small compared to the residual world that it could almost be ignored as a mote of dust.
The remnant world was dragged, and finally fell into the seemingly endless Tiangang layer. The Tiangang Qi, which was enough to crush even the golden fairy material into powder, suddenly surged, but it could not break through the seemingly slender white silk.
At the same time, Feng Bingwen seemed to be aware of something, and suddenly raised his head, and a huge will that made people feel awe came down, majestic and majestic.
"Heavenly tribulation?"
Feng Bingwen's face showed a look of shock. This vast will was not unfamiliar to him at all. He had felt a similar will during the catastrophe under the shadow of his master's breakthrough realm.
However, this will is completely different from what his master faced, because what it brings is not a catastrophe full of destruction, but a spiritual energy full of infinite vitality.
Wisps of spiritual energy were falling from the sky, like drizzle. Feng Bingwen stretched out his palm and caught a few drops of rain. The abundant vitality and powerful spiritual intelligence merged, and the movement of the sea of qi in his body accelerated a bit.
, the cultivation level has increased at an observable rate.
"What's this?"
Feng Bingwen was greatly surprised, because he saw this continuous drizzle covering the desolate and remnant world under his control, covering everything within a thousand miles radius.
Outside the range of radiation that can be affected by the concentrated earth veins suppressed by the Yishan Cauldron, greenery once again appeared in the dead and lifeless land, dead trees sprouted new shoots, and green grass revealed its sharp corners.
And the changes are not limited to the renewed vitality. Deep in the earth that had been evacuated long ago, the power of the vast earth veins is condensing and gathering as if appearing out of thin air, and the earth is roaring and shaking.
Looking up at the sky, there is also cyan condensation on the sky. The weak membrane of heaven and earth is rapidly thickening and solidifying. This remnant world is becoming complete, but Feng Bingwen also feels that it is being destroyed by something larger.
The "world" takes in and swallows it, and then becomes one body.
Feng Bingwen did not stop this change. This remnant world is becoming a "vassal" of the world where he was born, and will even be integrated with it. If it wants to remain independent, it is only a matter of time before it collapses and is destroyed.
Therefore, Feng Bingwen is happy to see such a change, which is of great benefit to him now. As for whether it is a waste of natural resources in the eyes of some higher-level beings, he doesn't care. It has nothing to do with them anyway. .
"Um!?"
Outside the remnant world that is rapidly becoming complete, in the sharp wind like a steel knife scraping bones, Xuanqing Immortal Lord, stepping on the fairy lotus, is watching the changes in front of him, with a look of astonishment in his indifferent eyes, and a detached look. His posture seemed a bit unsustainable,
"how come?"
Orchids are in full bloom, Yao grass is everywhere, and exotic flowers and grasses are blooming one after another. While Feng Bingwen pauses, he overlooks the mystery of the creation of heaven and earth. The continuous drizzle in the sky has stopped, and the scenery of the remaining world has been turned upside down.
No, this can no longer be called a remnant world. Above the blue sky, the sun's disc with a faint golden black color hangs high, blooming with dazzling brilliance. The gloom of the past has been swept away, and the bright light shines on all things that are born. .
Among them, the young Taoist, surrounded by thousands of spiritual energy, stood on the most majestic mountain peak in this world. Behind him, a tall square tripod weighing down the mountains and rivers.
Feng Bingwen's eyes closed slightly as a vast and lofty will descended upon him. He felt that something indescribable was integrated into his body.
An extremely mysterious change occurred in his body. Feng Bingwen felt that he seemed to be more in tune with the world beneath his feet.
Um?!
Feng Bingwen suddenly opened his eyes, and saw in front of him a Taoist with a face as white as jade and an ethereal aura, who was quietly looking at him. It was Xuanqing Immortal Lord. But at this moment, the great immortal looked at him. Very subtle.
"Xianjun, do I have any questions?"
Feng Bingwen raised his hand and looked himself up and down. He felt very good now. His whole body was clear and his magic power was surging. He had reached the peak after he entered the practice.
"You are very good!"
Immortal Lord Xuanqing looked at Feng Bingwen intently, and nodded slightly after hearing his question.
"Follow me back to the mountain gate!"
"yes."
Feng Bingwen bowed. Then he saw a flash of white threads in front of his eyes. He followed the immortal out of the small world and appeared in front of a familiar palace. Next to the palace, there was a handsome man with thick black hair. , a tall and tall young man is looking over.
"Huh? We've only been separated for a few days. How come you have changed so much?"
Before Feng Bingwen could speak, he saw the son of an immortal speaking in surprise. His eyes were shining with golden light, as if he was looking at something rare, and he stared at Feng Bingwen up and down.
"Master, what changes have happened in me that make you so surprised?"
"You kid, haven't you already been favored by heaven? Why are you still trying to win in front of me? I know you are powerful. Quickly, teach me how you did it?"
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Sorry, there is only one chapter today. I have pain in my right rib this afternoon. The CT result shows acute cholecystitis and multiple stones. I am getting anti-inflammatory injections. If the cholecystitis hurts, don’t expect me to be able to type. I don’t have that amazing perseverance.
The largest stone is about 0.3 centimeters. Is there anyone who can give me some advice on how to treat it? I don’t want to remove my gallbladder t_t