The coldness of winter is not long. The brightness of spring is spent in the secret realm. Standing on the top of Piaomiao Peak, it is another summer.

Summer is hot. However, for those who are invincible with cold and heat, and fearless in wind and rain, what is the difference besides the scenery that is enchanting?

"How has the heart cleansing, space opened?"

Looking at the flying eagle that broke through the sky in the distance, perhaps only in this northern land can you see such wild and fierceness.

"No, it's very smooth. It's not even considered a secret realm."

If the peak of the Five Qis, S-level warriors want to achieve the Tao of God and live forever, there is only one way to go, that is the world of creation.

But opening up the world is never achieved overnight. In fact, before the world takes shape, you always have to go through several identical processes.

Space, secret realm, blessed land, cave heaven, original world, world!

Since ancient times, as long as the peak warrior has some opportunity, it is not difficult to open up space. But if you want to upgrade the space into a secret realm, you should not just open it up, but look for existing "seeds", or in some terms, it is called "spiritual caves" and "spiritual veins". As for the blessed land and cave heaven, it is more of a creation of heavenly secrets, rather than human creation. Even the most outstanding warriors in ancient times, few people have achieved it. After all, it is much more difficult to create a blessed land than just mastering it. As for the higher-level realm and even the world, it seems that no one has ever succeeded.

Even some warriors who have gained uniqueness and understood the original rules cannot do it! After all, there are too many rules involved in the world of creation, and no matter how much they understand it, they cannot become a perfect existence as perfect as the way of heaven. The so-called warriors can create the world, but they are just a perfect conclusion based on the "status status" as the reason.

In millions of reincarnations, countless warriors are pursuing the perfection that may not exist, but it seems that it is just a castle in the air.

Even the primordial spirit cannot do it. Can it be successful before achieving the primordial spirit?

"Well, then, maybe it's time for us to go and find some new seeds..."

Looking at the sky, my thoughts floated to nowhere, Chu Xiang said calmly.

"good!"

A simple answer would be too contemptuous of the energy of those orthodox ancient schools.

But every peak warrior has the same pursuit in his heart. Especially those who have no way out of retreat, they are never afraid of challenges.

Local warriors can still continue their lives by controlling the blessed land and cave heaven. However, those who reincarnate are destined to have no chance to be blessed places that are completely bound to the plane.

Boom!

Suddenly, thunder clouds appeared densely above the Dali City Lord's mansion, and a five-colored glow surged into the sky, but it washed away the thunder that had not yet fallen.

Like an aurora curtain, it covers the entire city lord's mansion.

The senior leaders of the Duan clan looked up and in that retreat, the most outstanding figure of the Duan family in a thousand years once again hit the first shackle on the mortals.

"Three flowers! Three flowers!"

In the courtyard, I don’t know who shouted and heard the sound, but it seemed that I was old.

I saw Zen Master Kurong from Tianlong Temple jumping out of his composure, looking at the three green lotus buds rising slowly in the air, crying with joy!

Meditation, if you have meditation, why do you need to meditation?

If you are unconventional and clear in your heart, why do you still need to experience the prosperity and decline?

Withering, flourishing, withering, and flourishing, one withering, and one withering, is not so much about experiencing the Zen method of rising and falling, it is better to say that "using the skin of the dead wood to cover the prosperity of the marrow". If the wood is prosperous, it will decline for a thousand years, and if the wood is dead, it will come to spring for thousands of years.

The dead tree chants the Buddha's name in a low voice, controlling the vigorous and leaping heart. Only by calming your mind can you prolong your life. When you become a monk at home, you will not forget your roots.

The reason why the old man Duan was always ordained in the temple was not that he really worshiped the Buddha sincerely and was a Buddhist son. Instead, he hoped to prolong his life and become a backer of the Duan family and benefit future generations.

Tianlong Tianlong, the dragon in the south.

"Success! Success!"

Duan Zhengchun held the tenderness of the sword Baifeng tightly, and the two were filled with tears of joy.

In fact, when three budding green lotus rose, everyone present was very excited!

This is the youngest earth immortal in the Duan family’s history. This is the hope of the Duan family!

Boom!

The door of the stone chamber was shattered, and a young man in blue robe walked out with a smile.

"Father, mother, uncle..."

"I finally succeeded!"

Duan Yu walked up to everyone, raised his head, quite proud.

Twenty years of unremittingness, twenty years of deep hiding. All the glory and all the praise at this moment are what he deserves.

The successful practice of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword also made him feel a little bit of sharp sword energy, and he was no longer simple and elegant!

"Okay! OK! OK!"

Duan Zhengming walked forward and patted Duan Yu on the shoulder to show encouragement. The powerful Dali City Lord could not speak a word except for a good word and was incoherent.

Kurong walked to Duan Yu the second time, shook his head with a smile, raised his hand and patted his head.

"Little guy, you hide us so hard."

Although Duan Yu became an earth immortal, he was still a junior after all. The Duan family had not had earth immortals for hundreds of years, and everyone forgot the respect they deserved for the earth immortals. Duan Yu did not think that there was anything wrong with the other party's intimate actions.

"Haha, uncle, my grandson didn't want to hide it from you."

Duan Yu scratched his head, looked at the elders around him, and smiled awkwardly.

“Hahahahahaha…”

When everyone around saw that Duan Yu was not as arrogant as they imagined, they couldn't help laughing happily.

Outside the city lord's mansion, passers-by looked at the wonder that had not yet dissipated in the sky.

However, the city lord's mansion is harmonious and warm.

But this warmth was interrupted-

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough...Duan Yu, right..."

"Chu Xiang, I don't know how the newcomers are doing."

The hot spring stone pool sits on the wind. The bright moon suddenly spoke.

After all, this is the first wave of newcomers she has ever met. No matter how strong her acceptance ability is, Mingyue herself is just a newcomer.

"What should be alive can't die. What should be damned can't live. The best ~ n~et"

Chu Xiang answered indifferently, his words were filled with coldness.

"Um..."

Mingyue didn't realize anything wrong with her. For her, her decades of life in Shenzong have laid the idea of ​​dealing with people and things. Girls who even travel to hell often have many feelings when facing the secular world.

"Chu Xiang, promise me. If one day, I will definitely die. You want to kill me with your own hands."

Mingyue looked at Chu Xiang seriously and said so.

Open your eyes and look straight into the clean eyes.

"Your achievements are given by me, and your death will be recognized by me."

"You are greedy and want me to remember this way forever and cannot be forgotten. But I promise you."

Chu Xiang answered seriously, and Mingyue smiled with satisfaction.

Some feelings can be very simple, while some greed may not be allowed.

The so-called feelings never mean life and death. What makes people fall into despair is desire.

The so-called forgetting love is not heartless. Reason does not mean selfishness.

Luoyang, Green Bamboo Alley.

Da, da, da.

The clear footsteps came, but the green bamboo man was weaving the bamboo strips in his hand without raising his head.

The fingers were as clever as a butterfly playing with the flowers, and there was only the bamboo strips flying, and an exquisite hat slowly formed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a moment, a gust of hot wind gushed over and a shadow covered the sunlight. The Green Bamboo Man stopped and looked up and glanced at him.

He is a handsome man with a high bun and a white face without beard.

Judging from the appearance, I am about 20 years old and have not yet reached the point.

"I wonder what this friend is going to find the old bamboo craftsman."

The slightly old sound mixed with the cicadas around him, and it was a little hoarse.

"Hey, since you call yourself a bamboo craftsman, I'm here to buy things."

The tone is not respectful. In fact, the expressions of the person coming at this moment are quite playful, and even a little contempt.

“Not selling.”

He threw the half-woven hat aside, and the Lu Zhuweng snorted and turned around and walked towards the bamboo house.

"Hahahahaha! Ren Yingying, come out, don't be a master anymore!"

Zhuge Qingtian stomped the half hat and shattered it. He laughed wildly, looking at the thatched cottage covered by the curtain, his eyes were like a knife.

The green bamboo man who had just walked away stopped, and a crisp sound of the piano suddenly sounded from the silent bamboo house.

Ding ding dong dong, like rain hitting duckweed, or like a silver bottle breaking.

"Your Excellency, it seems that you have a bad intention."

With his back to the person coming, Lu Zhuweng's voice was low. He endured it again and again, but did not turn around and attack directly. He barely became a top-notch master, and felt a lot of pressure in front of this person.

The Green Bamboo Man is noble, but all of this must be based on Ren Yingying's safety. Even if Ren Yingying's cultivation is slightly better than him. Protecting the Saint Aunt is the responsibility he bears while leaving the Heimu Cliff.

The sound of the piano gradually rose, but several twists of the way, spinning higher and higher, like a strong wind in the desert and a tsunami in the ocean.

"Hahahahaha! Of course, I'm not going well!"
To be continued...