The Weiyuan caravan camp was bustling with people, comparing prices, loading and unloading goods, and was very busy.
In a small tent, there were two people living together quietly, not listening to what was going on outside the window, and only focusing on refining spiritual objects.
Baili Ming sat cross-legged in a leisurely manner. After calming down, he nodded to Yuan Chaoxi, indicating that he was ready.
Yuan Chaoxi nodded in response, indicating that he was ready and would do a good job in protecting the law.
Refining the natal spiritual object begins in this silent dialogue.
Bai Liming immersed his body and mind in refining. At this time, the natal weapon embryo in his Jiang Palace began to continuously change its shape under the guidance of his spiritual consciousness.
As if an invisible hand is kneading a piece of soft dough, the natal organ embryo is continuously squeezed and becomes smaller.
Bai Liming couldn't help but think that he wouldn't be able to knead this natal weapon embryo into a steamed bun, a flatbread, or a steamed bun.
Realizing that he was a little distracted, Bai Liming quickly cleared his consciousness and concentrated on refining.
Suddenly, the natal weapon embryo that was squeezed into the size of a walnut burst out with brilliant brilliance. Baili Ming gave a soft drink, and his invisible hands grabbed the natal weapon embryo and pulled it outward.
The brilliance flows and is dazzling. When everything calms down, a blank picture appears in front of you.
The paintbrush appeared out of thin air, which was the result of Bai Liming's consciousness.
I saw the brush gently dipped from his Dantian, and the small sapling transformed from the spiritual seed trembled slightly, and pure power was drawn out.
The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and the continuous green mountains slowly unfold. The mountains are not steep, nor majestic, but more graceful and beautiful.
As the pen moves forward, the mountains are covered with mist, and the mountains in the distance are looming in the mist.
Then, the brush was pointed into the Dantian again, and the pale earth under the tree of spiritual seeds was affected, and the power of the soul flew into the scroll.
A broad river emerges, the green water twists and turns among thousands of mountains and ravines, and the green peaks on both sides change rapidly.
The water surrounds the green hills and mountains, and the mountains are green and the water reflects the mountains.
Immediately afterwards, the pen pointed at Niwan Palace, and the power of the soul came downwards, falling on the river like raindrops, turning into small boats.
On the small boat, everyone was rowing the wood paddles with all their strength, and a person on the bow shouted slogans angrily, and the spirit of working hard and daring to be the first was vividly displayed on the paper.
Then, a drop of heart-warming blood dripped from the Jiang Palace and turned into a red sun, reflecting the entire picture as if it came to life, with both spirit and form, lifelike.
A picture of "Hundred Geges Fighting for the Current" is completed in one go, and the writing is brilliant.
This painting uses the natal spiritual object as the drawing paper, several powers as the ink, the power of the spiritual seed turns into the mountains and the earth, the power of the soul turns into the great river, the power of the soul turns into hundreds of boats and thousands of sails, and the essence and blood in the heart turns into
When the sky is red.
This painting was painted when Bai Liming went to Taoism to take the exam. However, times have changed, things have changed, and Bai Liming has experienced many things in the world, and his mental state has undergone many changes and growth.
Compared with the previous one, this painting is less ingenious and green, and more calm and sophisticated. What has not changed is still the courage to move forward.
“Hundreds of sailors compete with each other, bravely stand on the tide and dare to be the first.”
However, the refining of natal spiritual objects has not stopped.
The dark dust falls like ink, just like night falls.
Suddenly, a solitary peak rose from the ground, tall and steep, reaching into the sky.
A broad river emerged and flowed around the mountain, like a jade belt wrapped around a giant's waist, flowing turbulently.
A full moon showed its figure in the clouds, and the moonlight was like a radiance. Under its reflection, the river sparkled, as if it was filled with broken jade.
At this moment, a flock of frightened birds flew out of the mountain forest and hovered in the sky.
Another painting was taking shape, just as the boulder in Bai Liming's heart was about to fall.
Suddenly, the seven statues in the Dantian shot out seven rays of light, shooting straight into the sky like fireworks, turning into the seven Big Dipper stars in the sky, shining brightly and echoing the full moon.
Until this time, a picture of "The Moon Surges over the River" was dripping with ink and was finished in a single stroke.
This painting depicts the scene where Bai Liming and Yuan Chaoxi expressed their feelings directly and intensely on Wangyue Peak not long ago.
In this painting, the dark dust turns into the black night, and the evil energy turns into the night owl and the dark clouds in the sky.
Unexpectedly, the seven statues of Taoist ancestors that had been silent all this time were also inspired to exert their power and turned into the seven stars of the Big Dipper. It was an unexpected surprise.
At this point, Bailiming's natal spiritual object has finally been successfully refined, and it can actually have two forms in one refining process, and its power has reached a new level.
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His realm has also stabilized, and he has reached the late stage of the Gongqian realm. If his true combat power is considered, he can't give in to the monks who have reached the Zhengjue realm.
Bai Liming slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yuan Chaoxi, who had a concerned look on his face. He was slightly tired, but he smiled with excitement in his eyes:
"I succeeded in refining it."
After saying that, he pinched his hand and cast a spell, and a small picture scroll flew out from Jiang Palace and floated in the air. The picture scroll alternately changed in light and dark, making it even more mysterious and powerful.
Yuan Chaoxi asked curiously:
"What's so strange about your natal spiritual being?"
Bai Liming did not answer, but smiled slyly, and the scroll in front of him slowly unfolded, wrapping the two of them in an instant.
There was a flash of light, and Yuan Zhaoxi was surprised to find that he had arrived at a river bank.
There are mountains in the distance, and on the green river beside you, hundreds of small boats are competing for the current.
Suddenly, Bai Liming's figure appeared quietly, startling Yuan Chaoxi, and she said angrily:
pp!
"Humph, so elusive and sneaky."
Then, she asked doubtfully:
"Is this an illusion? Can it trap people in it? There doesn't seem to be anything powerful about it."
Baili Ming's sly smile became even thicker, and he encouraged:
"Check your own realm."
Yuan Chaoxi mobilized the magic power in his body as instructed, but found that his golden elixir was stagnant and could not be mobilized at all.
She reluctantly tried to cast the spell, but found that it couldn't be activated at all.
"Why is this? Could it be...have you cultivated the Dao realm?"
"However, the realm of Tao can only be reached by reaching the realm of wisdom. How can you master it?"
Facing Yuan Chaoxi's series of questions, Baili Ming laughed:
"Yes, and no. By chance, I obtained the Eight Wilderness and Nine Wild Skills of Old Demon Sui Xing. I have been trying to practice them, but because my level is too low, I haven't been able to find the method."
"This refining of my natal spiritual objects has combined the chaotic power in my body to create an illusion, similar to a pseudo-dao realm."
"Being in the illusion can keep the monk's realm at the same level, but now it can only trap the monks in the true realm, no matter how high it is. And the time can only last half an hour. Once it exceeds my mana, it will
Unable to support it.”
Yuan Chaoxi suddenly realized it and was amazed. However, she thought for a moment, frowned, and questioned:
"This method can be used to deal with monks who are higher than your own level, and you can gain a chance of survival. It is indeed a good Taoist method."
"However, it is a bit redundant and useless to deal with monks of the same realm."
Bai Liming smiled slyly again and lightly snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, the environment around them changed suddenly, night fell, and the two of them stood on a solitary peak, with a long and rolling river flowing at the foot of the mountain.
Before Yuan Chaoxi could react, hundreds of jackdaws hovering in the sky roared down.
Yuan Zhaoxi hurriedly used the protective light shield, and the crows drew an arc in the air. Hundreds of sharp claws grabbed hard at the light shield, and then flew into the air.
!
But at this time, the protective light shield had shattered, revealing a stunned Yuan Chaoxi.
"Huh, these birds are so scary, Baili, I wonder if you have become an evil cultivator."
Bailiming stared at Yuan Chaoxi speechlessly:
"Miss Yuan, don't talk nonsense. This jackdaw is transformed by evil spirit, so it looks more fierce. It's not some evil practice."
He then further explained:
"This is just one of the attack methods. There are many more methods, and they are ever-changing. In this illusion, monks of the same level can only fight with meat buns and dogs, and there will be no return."
Hearing this, Yuan Chaoxi suddenly pointed at him and laughed.
Bai Liming was stunned for no reason at first, and then he was so depressed that he couldn't speak.
The metaphor just now is so inappropriate, I am really a dog.