The master's tall Confucian crown shook, his eyes looked upward in confusion, and he didn't know where his thoughts were immersed.
"Why, I can't remember it at all?"
The master murmured softly, full of endless affection.
Buzzing, vitality surged all over the body. At this moment, Master could not control his emotions. The vitality protecting his body shook the world.
"I'll remember it later, don't worry."
The girl in white slowly stood up and hugged Changqin.
"What, are you leaving?"
Watching the white clothes swaying, exuding a pure white light. This light enveloped the Master's face, wrapped in the fresh fragrance, making the Master reveal a look of reluctance.
"I have more important tasks to complete. We can't be separated for too long, otherwise unexpected changes will occur."
"But will I still remember all of this when that time comes?"
The master, whose white beard was fluttering and knowledgeable, actually asked the girl in white a strange question.
"Of course I remember it!"
The elegant temperament spread, and the thin and beautiful face was full of smiles. The long and thin brows were gently raised, giving the old master an affirmative answer.
"This is not your end, it is your return with honor, and it is also your new starting point."
The white dress was fluttering, and the girl gently took the lotus step. The movement was extremely gentle, but her body suddenly floated far away.
"Hey, what's your name?"
"Haha, my name is Fan Fei'e!"
"You are beautiful and talented? It is indeed a good name!"
The master nodded slightly and looked in the distant direction, his thoughts entering a wonderful world again.
"No wonder I felt so close to you when I first met you."
"Sure enough, everything that happened was not accidental. Master, Master, what should I do?"
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Yang Dingtian, who was originally a soul body, was cut into pieces by the Dayi Sword Technique, and not a trace of soul power escaped.
The depths of the sacred monument seem to be self-contained, blocking off the world inside and outside.
The other spaces suppressed everything and isolated Yang Dingtian's breath. I am afraid that at this time, the other half of Yang Dingtian's soul in the Qinglong Center did not know that the half here had been chopped into pieces.
Whispering, the green and thin body, Wen Sangzi who lost his arm, and the evil soldiers were devouring Yang Dingtian's soul power crazily and rapidly. The three souls, six souls and soul power became more and more powerful.
Wen Sangzi's originally lost arm recovered quickly, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Cang Cang, the bloody evil soldier, also made a sound that sounded like excitement, and was extremely satisfied.
Whoosh, Zhang Xiao's three souls and seven souls became stronger, and traces of soul power began to spread like a spider web.
"Mr. Wen, I feel like I am about to enter a strange state. My soul power is automatically spreading in all directions. Why is this?"
"Haha, why?"
Wen Sangzi recovered to his original state in a short period of time and was in a good mood.
I don't know if he was excited because he killed half of the old dean's soul, or because he was satisfied that he was back as before.
With a smile on his face, he stroked his long beard and looked at Zhang Xiao with excitement and joy.
"You have to know why people who cultivate to the Dantian are called divine cultivators. It's because the soul power increases greatly and overflows to the Dantian."
This kind of soul power, slowly cultivated in the mind, will evolve into the spiritual consciousness of the realm of Yuanfa.
When it is cultivated in the internal organs, spiritual thoughts will be formed.
If it is integrated with skills, willpower, etc. in the acupuncture points, then...
"It's the God of the Acupoint, right? So, all of this is filled with God, which is the basic method of spiritual cultivation."
In his excitement, Zhang Xiao interrupted Wen Sangzi's words, and the three souls and seven souls hurriedly sat cross-legged inside the monument and began to meditate.
Buzzing, strands of soul power overflowed from the sacred monument, and I saw outside the sacred monument, going around and around, anxiously trying to attract the dragon soul.
Um?
Jie Yinlonghun looked at Zhang Xiao and said, the soul power was like a silk mesh, and he couldn't help but be startled.
"Your three souls and seven souls were so weak just now, why did they become so..., um, solidified in an instant?"
Zhang Xiao's gray soul power smiled without answering, directly passed over the dragon soul and flew out of his mind.
Jie Yinlonghun looked at Zhang Xiao's departing soul power, and immediately turned his eyes to look at the tall golden wall.
"There must be something good in this. Otherwise, why would Zhang Xiao's soul power soar in a short time? Even Yang Dingtian and Wen Sangzi are unwilling to come out. There must be something fishy."
Phew, a faint golden light circulated, leading the dragon soul's eyes to shine as it looked into the inside of the monument.
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Looking at Yang Dingtian who was cut into pieces, the dragon soul was trembling. He felt endless fear spreading throughout his body.
"This group of people were so crazy that they cut Yang Dingtian into pieces. This, this..."
Boom, a huge palm with soul power struck down crazily towards the dragon soul.
Wen Sangzi and Xie Bing had already discovered the arrival of the dragon soul, but they had no intention of welcoming him.
As soon as the evil soldiers showed signs of killing them, Wen Sangzi's soul-power palm was one step ahead to capture them.
"Wait a minute, you can't kill me."
After receiving the dragon soul, the golden body, under the palm of Wen Sangzi's soul power, looked like a little loach twisting desperately, terrified.
"Huh? Why can't I kill you?"
Looking at the struggling ancestors of the Tang family, Wen Sangzi's endless hatred surged. But looking at the helpless dragon soul struggling to survive, Wen Sangzi smiled and was no longer anxious.
"Because, because, because you killed half of Yang Dingtian's soul?"
Looking at the few remaining souls of Yang Dingtian inside the sacred monument, he took an idea from the dragon soul and shouted hurriedly.
"Yes, but are you mistaken?" Wen Sangzi looked at Jieyinlonghun with a funny look. He stroked his long beard, raised his right hand lightly, and looked at Jieyinlong lightly.
The soul is full of murderous intent.
"Precisely because we have killed Yang Dingtian, we must silence him. How can you not die?"
"No, no, no, you need to know why I am called the Dragon Soul Jie."
At this moment, Jieying Dragon Soul's eyes were shining brightly. It was as if he had found a reason to survive, and he looked a little proud.
"Why?"
Wen Sangzi glanced at the Blood River Divine Weapon beside him and looked at this murderous weapon with some surprise. It was really strange that the Divine Weapon waiting at Zhang Xiao did not kill everyone violently.
In fact, Wen Sangzi did not enter the deep interior of the sacred monument. Zhang Xiao inside could control the endless space and drive the nine artifacts...
"Haha, because I can open the dragon gate of the Blue Dragon Festival, and I can freely enter and exit the important positions of the Blue Dragon."
"There's nothing strange about this, we don't need it."
Wen Sangzi's cold voice sounded, and his face suddenly changed. He looked at Jieyin Dragon Soul, and a faint murderous aura burst out.
"Hey, if you have something to say, don't fight or kill anyone. Although you have killed half of Yang Dingtian's soul, you must know that the one outside has a complete body. His combat power is not the same."
The sound of attracting the dragon soul sounded. Wen Sangzi immediately narrowed his eyes, said "Oh" and nodded lightly.
"Well, what you said makes sense. However, I, Wen Sangzi, have a big enmity with your Tang family. If I don't kill you, I would be sorry for my Taoist heart."
The powerful hand of soul power slowly dissipated the endless murderous aura, but with some hesitation, it was unwilling to leave the head of the dragon soul.
"Have a grudge against our Tang family? How is that possible? We, the Tang family, have been loyal and sincere for generations and value peace..."
"Bah, when I was crossing the mountains and seas, your Tang Sanqiu deliberately obtained the White Demon Emperor's old things..."
Phew, Wen Sangzi's face turned red, he couldn't breathe smoothly, and his face was full of hatred. When he was so angry, he was so excited that he was speechless!
"Hey, it turns out to be Tang Sanqiu, his great-great-grandson!"
Jie Yin Longhun was startled, looking at the excited Wen Sangzi, and knew in his heart that what he said might be true. However, seeing the situation in front of him being so unfavorable, Jie Yin Longhun suddenly raised his voice.
"Tang Sanqiu, that bastard, is going to be beaten to death. Master Wen, just wait until I go out and bring all the ancestors of the Tang family with me to scold him to death."
"Oh? All the ancestors of the Tang family? It turns out that your Tang family has also found a good place. The souls of countless predecessors are immortal."
Wen Sangzi was shocked, with a touch of surprise, and a complicated look in his eyes.
"Haha, that's natural. You know, the place where our ancestors are buried is right under the imperial mausoleum. Isn't that okay?"
"Well! If that's the case, then I really need your help later to help us get out of Qinglong."
Boom, with the hand of soul power withdrawn, Wen Sangzi looked at Jieyin Dragon Soul, with complicated expressions in his eyes.
Phew, I felt the pressure on my body lighten up, and I suddenly felt peaceful in my heart.
"Of course, don't worry. I will take you out of the Qinglong Gate, and this guy will take us out of the underground of the Zhengyang Mountains."
The dragon spirit bowed his head in a respectful manner, which made Wen Sangzi fall silent, not knowing what to think.
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From the mind, the aura and cultivation methods in the upper Dantian are all divine cultivation, and those cultivated from the lower Dantian are all immortal sects of mysterious energy. As for the middle Dantian, is it as simple as Haoran's righteousness?
Looking at the countless soul powers like silk nets, flowing through the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve normal meridians, slowly spreading.
Zhang Xiao, who was a little bored, suddenly thought of this question.
Although he has now reached the second highest level of cultivation, the acupoint god of the eighth level of Zhenwu. Zhang Xiao still has not systematically studied all the cultivation systems.
Although there are corresponding courses at Yunjuan College and Zhenglan College, my training time is not very long, and moreover, waves of things come at a rapid pace, without a trace of stability and quiet time.
Alas, it seems that after leaving Qinglong, you must practice quietly and well. Go to the attic to find Instructor Fan, and go to the small courtyard to find Instructor Wen to ask for advice.
It feels really uncomfortable to practice in the dark. Although I have learned Zhenwu now, the feeling of being in the wild without a compass to point out the direction is really uncomfortable.