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However, this tenth level of the "Little Light Sutra" is the skill of the God of Pregnancy to establish the Tao. Su Qinian is still in the process of perfecting it. At this level, it is almost the essence of a top-level foundation-building skill.
According to Su Qinian's calculation, only after the source of his light is completely perfected can the tenth level of mind be truly perfected and embrace all the ways with light. Those who practice the Little Light Sutra will naturally become bright, but they will not
will be restrained, Pregnant God Lidao can still choose another path.
In Su Qinian's view, although the "Little Light Sutra" gives profound power to those who have a strong foundation, the most important thing is to purify the souls of those who practice martial arts. Even those with dark minds can practice Little Light.
Sutras can also bring order to chaos, guard the mind with light, drive away demonic nature, abandon external evils, and keep the mind pure.
In the twelfth lunar month, after painstakingly comprehending the eighth level of the "Little Light Sutra", Su Qinian began to teach the life-saving knife after entering the form of a true dragon in the ancestral orifice.
The little girl studied very seriously, but she was soon stunned because the life-saving knife taught by Su Qinian was the same as that of the young Taoist priest who taught him the knife.
At noon, when the sun shines brightest, wave your knife at the sun.
Let the light settle in, purify the soul, and accept the original inheritance of true meaning.
Successors of the past generations took their first step in this way, and Su Qinian did the same. Likewise, Su Qinian, the successor of the next generation, does not intend to make any changes. This should be the path most suitable for the inheritance of light.
Light does not come from secret texts, nor does it come from words and deeds. Rather, it comes from the inheritors walking in this world and realizing it day by day.
Light is everywhere.
Where there is darkness, there is light.
The next few days will be the day when the little girl receives the baptism of light.
The initial light was given by the divine sun above the nine heavens. It was like a fire that gradually penetrated into the depths of Bu Nian's heart with every swing of her sword.
At the same time, his basic sword skills that had reached a bottleneck in the past have also inexplicably broken into the Tao realm in the past few days.
The little girl had a different understanding of swordsmanship. She vaguely understood Su Qinian's words back then. Although it was not complete, it also made his sharp aura fade.
It is slightly more rounded than the previous sharp edges.
On this day, the winter sun was warm and soft, and the little girl was wielding a knife by the frozen lake. She was dressed in a moon-white military robe, and her long hair was tied up with a pure white silk ribbon. Although she was only ten years old, she was seven-layer
The perfect "Little Light Sutra" was broken and then stood up several times, causing the muscles and bones of his body to grow a bit. Although he was still immature, he was already somewhat graceful.
Two half-sized elk calves were nibbling hay not far from her. These were her few playmates on the island. They were born in the summer and are now half a person tall.
With the arrival of the Qingyang Palace, the vitality of the island has gradually become stronger, and these elk are much stronger than in previous years. However, it is not generally difficult to evolve into a strange beast. As for the dragon beast that Su Qinian brought out from the Dragon Tomb,
After entering the upper realm, he is now dormant on the island in the middle of the lake. After Su Qinian once again gave him a drop of true dragon blood, he began to evolve towards the spiritual realm. If he can succeed, in the future,
Qingyang Palace will have a real dragon horse.
Qi and blood are flowing around the body, and there is a vague celestial horse twisting the air, looming.
Not Nian waved his sword at the noon sun. After deducing the nine levels of the "Little Light Sutra" and failing at the tenth level, Su Qinian re-perfected the first seven levels of mental techniques. Finally, he finally succeeded in completing the work recently and received the teaching.
, although he still has not understood the essence of the eighth level, he has taken a step further based on the perfection of the seventh level and gave birth to the power of a Pegasus.
Using seven levels of foundation-building skills to develop the power of a Pegasus is beyond the scope of ordinary top-level foundation-building skills.
But Su Qinian doesn't think that the "Little Light Sutra" can become the best foundation-building skill in the world. Not to mention the profound foundation of the human race, the monster races of the four seas are even more unfathomable. How can it be possible to escape from the race of the nine demon saints?
Simple, at least Su Qinian did not blindly believe that his accumulation of more than ten years would surpass the endless years of legends of a race.
At least it will have to wait until he has completely deduced the tenth level of the "Little Light Sutra". By then, with the power of the tenth level of the "Little Light Sutra", the true dragon divine form may be far less than a newborn true dragon, and at least look at the third-rate Kaitian.
In this situation, I am afraid that no one can compete with the power of the tenth-level perfectionist in the "Little Light Sutra".
At that time, perhaps the "Little Light Sutra" will be qualified to compete for the title of the best foundation-building skill in the world.
Woo!
In his hand, a sharp blade made by the old man's own hands cut through the air, seeming to cut away the sunlight, but the light was everywhere, and no matter how sharp the blade was, it could only pass through it.
The old man could have easily forged a traceless treasure sword, but in the end he just handed her the hair-cut long knife that was only one step away from the realm of the traceless treasure weapon and mixed with a small piece of black iron.
In the old man's view, there is no benefit in relying on the strength of the weapon at the beginning of martial arts training. It is the last word for martial arts practitioners to be tough themselves.
Suddenly, in the little girl's sight, a small shadow appeared under the sun, blocking a small area of light, and quickly enlarged.
Chirp!
Soon, an eagle whistle sounded, as if it could penetrate cracked gold and stone, and soon there was a strong wind blowing in the face. I didn't want to see clearly, but it was clearly an eagle with wings that could be three feet wide when spread out, a person as tall as a person, and its entire body was filled with blue feathers.
.
Green-feathered eagle!
This is a low-level alien beast!
call out!
In an instant, the green-feathered eagle quickly enlarged in Bu Nian's eyes, but it was not aimed at her, but at the two young elk not far away.
Now growing on the island in the center of the lake, both the vegetation and the creatures are nourished by increasingly rich vitality, and the breath of chaos leaks out, and is contaminated with the breath of chaos. It may not be reflected for a while, but with time, even if it is
The dozens of elk on this island can all evolve into strange beasts.
As strange beasts, they are very sensitive to the changes in the atmosphere between heaven and earth. In the eyes of the green-feathered eagle, the two young elk became the most delicious blood food on the chopping board. As for Bu Nian, it made it vigilant.
He doesn't want to be easily provoked.
Once the green-feathered eagle matures, its wings can be spread out to be five feet long. This green-feathered eagle has obviously just grown up, and is probably worse than the ordinary third-rate martial arts practitioners.
But after all, as a strange beast, his muscles and bones are strong, especially his pair of tough claws, which are not inferior to ordinary hair-breaking blades.
With a flash of her body, Bu Nian was in front of the two young elk. She raised her sword up into the air, her blood and energy surged all over her body, and the seven layers of the "Little Light Sutra" were pushed to the limit.
Roar!
The air behind him twisted, and a celestial horse with its whole body filled with divine light stepped forward, as if it had crossed the distant time and space and descended into the human world.
clang!
Just like the sound of gold and iron, a strong force came. Bu Nian groaned, plowed the ground with his feet, and was shaken several feet away. His arms were faintly numb.
Leveraging the force of its swooping, the power unleashed by this green-feathered eagle has already caught up with a third-rate master, a hungry tiger leaping into a stream.
A paw shook Bu Nian away, and the green-feathered eagle's eyes were like sharp arrows, staring at the two young elk again.
Stepping on the bright stake, the little girl looked like a dragon. She moved sideways, spanning several feet away, and in a blink of an eye, she was once again between the two.
clang!
Sparks flew out, and Bu Nian stumbled back a few steps. The little girl was even more stubborn than she imagined. After a few steps, she stopped dead in her tracks. There was even the sound of cracking bones in her bare feet, but it was as if she hadn't heard it.
Chirp!
The green-feathered eagle was aroused with ferocity, and the green-gold eagle's beak pecked down like a sharp sword. It was really like a strong wind and rain, and it didn't want to grit its teeth. The basic sword skills of the Taoist realm turned into a sword screen that could not be penetrated by splashing ink.
A series of tinkling, tinkling sounds of gold and iron, accompanied by fine sparks like blooming flowers, but filled with dense murderous intent.
But even with the power of a Pegasus, there is still some gap compared to a green-feathered eagle that has just grown up. After a few breaths, Bu Nian let out a muffled groan and was knocked away again.
Immediately after, there were two childish and shrill neighing sounds. Sharp claws as big as millstones were like hooks, piercing the backs of the two young elk. Blood spurted out, dyeing the dry grass in winter red.
call!
The strong wind crushed the withered grass, and the green-feathered eagle flapped its wings and climbed rapidly, rising five or six feet high in the blink of an eye.
The little girl was stunned. The winter sun at noon was warm, but she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She looked up at the sky, and the golden sun was so bright. It had never been so dazzling at this moment.
Under the sun, a green shadow fell into the sky with bloody flowers, becoming an eternal picture in her eyes.
The plain hand holding the knife crackled, and the long knife in the little girl's hand trembled. At this moment, the sun above her head was deeply imprinted in her eyes, in the divine court, and even deep in her heart.
A little spark of fire in his heart turned into a prairie fire in an instant.
Boom!
The soles of her feet shook the ground, and the little girl swung upwards like a long dragon coiling in the sky. She let out a long roar, like a young dragon's first cry, and flew ten feet straight into the sky in an instant.
He raised the long knife in his hand. At this moment, in Bu Nian's eyes, it was like two blazing suns were rotating.
laugh!
The next moment, the long sword slashed down, and a nearly six-inch-long bright red light, accompanied by divine radiance, jumped out of the earth like a rising sun, shining brightly on the world, burning away all darkness.
This sword is sacred, majestic, more domineering and unquestionable.
puff!
Blue blood flowers bloomed in mid-air, accompanied by the shrill cry of eagles. Two young elk fell from mid-air and were caught by the little girl. The two sharp eagle claws on their backs were retained, and the incisions were as smooth as mirrors.
Staggering like a frightened bird, the green-feathered eagle rose dozens of feet into the air and let out several shrill and long calls. After circling for several times, it finally felt fear and spread its wings and flew away.
Small lakeside.
I don't know when, Su Qinian was already standing there. His eyes were calm and a little nostalgic. This is the inheritance of Xiu Ming. Every successor of Xiu Ming has a different time to realize the true meaning, and his sword skills are also different.
Their respective imprints are difficult to imitate by others. (Please give me a monthly recommendation. A genuine subscription from Qidian is the greatest support for Shibu! I will send you the second update, and Shibu will continue to write the third update.) (To be continued.)