Zhao Ning looked at her, she was a little demon who was very talented in refining weapons.
Zhao Ning moved his fingertips, pinched his fingers and did some calculations, and the past of Xiaoyao roughly appeared in Zhao Ning's consciousness.
A shark who has lived in the Kongmo Sea since he was a child. He is an ordinary shark family. The monsters in the family are friendly to each other.
However, the friendlier the demon clan is in the sea, the more they will be bullied. As soon as the little demon condenses the demon elixir and draws out the human form, the family undergoes a shocking change.
The sharks in many families were captured by the demon clan, who needed the shark tears to make spiritual weapons. The little demon was led by several elders of the family to escape and live near the Sea of Eternal Life.
Even though she encountered such a catastrophe in her past experience, Xiaoyao's mind is clear and lively. Hatred did not take root in her immature heart, but instead made her understand that she must practice hard in order to not Oppressed by a more powerful being.
"Do you want to inherit the weapon refining?" Zhao Ning suddenly asked.
The meaningless sentence made Xiaoyao slightly stunned, but the four words "weapon refining inheritance" still made Xiaoyao's eyes light up.
It asked cautiously, "Can I?"
Zhao Ning paused at her fingertips, looked at the little guy's cautious expression, and said with a smile, "This is not what I said."
The little demon looked away, feeling a little disappointed. At this moment, a ray of light fell on her hand. The little demon was at a loss holding the aura, and saw that the aura turned into a book. .
But I saw "Ghost Hand Refining Technique" written on it.
It looked at Zhao Ning with joy, but Zhao Ning only said, "If you are destined to this method, you can see the inheritance."
And obviously those five words said it all.
The little demon immediately saluted Zhao Ning, but Zhao Ning raised her hand and asked her to face the east, "I don't own this weapon refining technique, but it was entrusted by others and passed down by an old friend. Go and worship him."
The little demon blinked and turned his back to Zhao Ning, but he was extremely agile. He probably knew that the east must be the direction where his senior's old friend was, so he saluted without hesitation.
After the little demon finished the ceremony, the little demon wanted to thank Zhao Ning, but found that Zhao Ning was nowhere to be seen, and the small boat seemed to have completely disappeared into the sea.
But the little demon always felt that great power must be everywhere, so he still asked, "Senior, can I stay in the Sea of Immortality?"
But I heard a faint voice reply in my ear, "The Sea of Eternal Life is not a forbidden place, you can come and go freely."
The little demon probably gained this sense of security in the Sea of Eternal Life, so he paid special attention to it.
But then she discovered that the chill in the Sea of Eternal Life was far beyond what her body could withstand for a long time.
She hesitated for a while and then responded, "Then... when the little demon has cultivated to the golden elixir or Nascent Soul, the little demon will create a spiritual weapon with his own hands and thank the senior for passing it on."
But there was no response from my ears.
The little demon was a little disappointed, so he could only swim and turn around and leave the Sea of Immortality.
The Sea of Eternal Life has always remained calm, and any waves will not last long.
At this moment, the fog is floating, and the flat boat still exists, but it is far away from the area at that time.
Zhao Ning lay on her back on the boat, looking at the starlight in the sky. The stars here were stars in the universe, not the reflection of the ruins of time in the sky of Kyushu presented by the heavenly palace.
The art of refining weapons with ghost hands is what Peng Jue has learned all his life. When Peng Jue from Binhaiyuan emerged as a feather and went to find the whereabouts of Xiao Yu in reincarnation, his only last wish was to inherit this.
Zhao Ning has not forgotten it. Seeing the clarity and talent of the little demon, Zhao Ning has some thoughts, but still leaves the choice to Peng Jue himself. The remaining aura in the weapon refining method belongs to Peng Jue, even if it has already He has no consciousness, but still retains Peng Jian's own will. Obviously, the little demon is also the candidate in his mind.
Zhao Ning closed her eyes and suddenly thought in her heart that inheritance in the world is continuous and the avenues come from the same line, and where did the Taixu Avenue she has been walking towards come from.
After many years, Zhao Ning entered the House of Silent Spirit again.
The Palace of Silent Spirits still maintains its original tranquility, and there seems to be no movement that can cause trouble.
Zhao Ning sat cross-legged on the main couch, her spiritual consciousness spread throughout the entire Jingling Mansion without any obstruction, and the scenes in the main hall, side halls, side halls, and library were presented to her eyes one by one.
Until the spiritual consciousness was fixed on the four characters of "Towering Library", these two characters were reappeared in Mingyue Mansion, seeming to tell the majesty of Jiling Mansion in Jiuzhou or Yu Yu Jiuzhongtian.
Towering, towering, encompassing the vastness of the sky and the mystery of the world.
Divine consciousness condensed into the shape of Zhao Ning, and an invisible shadow fell in the center of the library. In the illusory world of the library, countless books stood still. For hundreds of years, everything Zhao Ning had read and touched , known, with the increasing improvement of Zhao Ning's cultivation, they are all presented one by one in the towering library. With the help of the meaning of the word "towering", its most essential appearance is restored, and the most essential appearance is inherited from the author's pen. Raw power.
Zhao Ning still remembered the image of the immortal holding his head up, and the scene of the god performing martial arts. When Zhao Ning raised his hand, the breath of the books in the towering library surged.
A shadow appears above each book. The shadow is the original author's mood, showing the author's performance or the majestic mountains and rivers.
Zhao Ning stands in the center, as if he is standing in the vastness of Jiuzhou, as if he is under the endless universe, until this moment, as if everything is within reach.
Zhao Ning closed her eyes, sat in the cross-legged position with deep concentration, and practiced the secret transmission of the six spiritual sources of Taixu. The light and shadow in those books gradually merged into the void, until in the end, it seemed that only the secret transmission of the six spiritual sources of Taixu was left, like a shadow in a scroll. Wander around.
Until the end, those breaths in the void were also included in the Secret Tradition of the Six Paths of Spirits of Taixu. Gradually, this secret tradition seemed to have undergone subtle changes.
However, at this moment, Zhao Ning seemed to be immersed in this world of nothingness. All laws were forgotten, all ways were nonexistent, and everything was nothing but emptiness.
Emptiness, formlessness, emptiness... Zhao Ning is wrapped in many images, but her figure does not change at all.
Until these images wandered through the spiritual consciousness, until they included Zhao Ning's true body, implicated Yuan Ling, and completely incorporated Zhao Ning, it was as if the House of Silent Spirit no longer existed, and all things with appearance and reality were empty.
The five senses and six consciousnesses fell into an endless void, and everything was no longer perceptible.
The boat on the Everlasting Sea was extremely calm, but the Everlasting Sea seemed to sense some kind of aura, and gradually made waves under the boat. Then this area began to sink, steadily going down step by step, until the entire area seemed to A bottomless abyss was formed.
The boat sank into the abyss, and when a certain opportunity was reached, the abyss closed.
The strange changes in the Everlasting Sea also disappeared.
Zhao Ning's consciousness was still immersed in nothingness, which was like the original appearance of the universe when it was born, and also like the final void when the universe was destroyed.
Only Zhao Ning sat cross-legged among them. The divine light around her was originally pure and golden, but now it completely turned golden. She was wrapped in it, like a cocoon of light.
But placed in the endless void of the universe, she is small but great. She is the only essence that exists here, like a silent seed in the endless void, and the only hope.
Zhao Ning didn't know. She had no consciousness or perception. Everything happened spontaneously and could not be traced back to the source.
Until a certain moment, a little starlight appeared in the nothingness, like a seed that has been exposed to rain for a long time, and suddenly there was a glimmer of consciousness.
That thread of consciousness lingered around Zhao Ning, and Zhao Ning suddenly realized that at this moment, he was falling into the Taixu Dao, which was the forgetfulness of the world, the forgetfulness of knowledge, and the selflessness of the Tao itself.
As a result, the consciousness controlled the body in the void, and he used his hands to form a formula and pinch the Dao to legislate. The golden light moved with the Dao's will, and the entire hole in the void was lit up by bits of golden light.
That little starlight turned into a sky full of stars.
After Zhao Ning, the phantom of the Dharma appeared, and branches and vines emerged from the void, and then grew upward inch by inch, growing luxuriantly, completely covering Zhao Ning's figure, until the entire void was included.
Zhao Ning seemed to hear some sounds in her ears, like some kind of call, coming from the depths of the world, from the beginning of the great road.
But at this moment, the phantom of the Dharma suddenly stopped, and the branches and vines seemed to have lost their vitality. Suddenly, those branches and vines began to dry up and gradually melted into the void.
The legislative hand gestures were trembling, and the golden light struggled at the end, but it still could not maintain the collapse of the Dharma. Until the final collapse spread to the source, Zhao Ning felt the dissipation of that trace of consciousness, and then the universe void and Taixu The perception of the avenue also sank deep into the consciousness.
Her perception returned to itself, and Zhao Ning opened her eyes from the main hall of the Silent Spirit Mansion.
It was probably the towering intention that led her into the mysterious Taixu Taoist intention, and then she received some kind of mysterious and mysterious guidance in Taixu. However, this guidance was not completed, and finally disappeared silently.
Zhao Ning looked at the main hall quietly, and could see the shadow of the dead trees outside the hall through the doors and windows.
After a while, Zhao Ning murmured, "Is this a shock to the perception of heavenly beings?"
Such a phase can only be controlled by gods.
But obviously, it takes only two hundred years to recruit the soul of the Three Tribulations, which is far from the opportunity to be promoted to heaven. Instead, he suddenly fell into the artistic conception of heaven, perhaps due to the influence of the people in the Ice Palace under the Sea of Eternal Life.
Zhao Ning stood up from the main couch, walked out of the main hall slowly, and stood in front of the pale tree again. Although it had regained its vitality, until this moment, Zhao Ning felt a sense of dying.
A little sadness arose from her heart, and she reached out to touch the pale tree. Even though it had been nourished with the power of life for hundreds of years, watered with the water of the Milky Way for hundreds of years, and stimulated with a trace of vitality with Ziyunming Divine Ginseng, until this moment, Zhao Ning had Feeling it, but understanding that this is just the last vitality.
It will eventually wither.
Zhao Ning's perception was suddenly pulled up, along the branches of the pale tree, swimming through the main trunk, over the branches, swaying on the tips, but what he saw was not the chaotic gray mist of the sea of consciousness, but the reproduction of that The endless void of the universe.
It's just that the void of the universe is not the empty space that I felt before. There are endless stars here, vast nebulae, and majestic stars, which inherit the three thousand avenues.
Zhao Ning's shadow stood on the tree crown. This scene seemed familiar. On that day in the outer sky, she was once enveloped by a giant tree that towered into the world, but at that time she seemed to have lost herself and was being swallowed bit by bit. But at this moment, it is... like being passed down.
No, this is not inheritance, this is more like the continuation of consciousness.
But at this moment, Zhao Ning suddenly felt that the perfect world was gradually disappearing.
In the void, Zhao Ning looked in a certain direction.
Then a voice came from his ear.
"Come to me."
The voice came from the depths of darkness, and was so peaceful and gentle that it gave Zhao Ning an illusion in his consciousness. It was like a mother's call, like the call of Empress Houtu.
Zhao Ning stayed in place without moving. After a while, the perception gradually became blurred, and a new understanding appeared in Zhao Ning's consciousness.
——That seems to be where my origin is involved.
The pale tree under Zhao Ning's feet disappeared, the House of Silent Spirit also disappeared, and the gray fog of the Sea of Consciousness disappeared. She stood in the void, rootless and sourceless, no, only the source of the summons was the source.
The voice is still lingering.
"I am here, we are one."
The voice seemed to respond to the vague perception in Zhao Ning's consciousness, so that Zhao Ning seemed to take a step forward uncontrollably.
But it was just this step, but it was like taking thousands of miles into the void.
Then, she saw the shadow of a huge tree in the depths of the world that was exactly the same as the Pale Tree.
Zhao Ning's consciousness was frozen in place and his steps paused.
But the voice in her ears is still calling, and the shadow of the giant tree is also growing. It is approaching like Zhao Ning, just like it was in the sky outside the sky, approaching her little by little along the intertwined clouds of fresh air and turbid air. With Qin Keyuan.
Divine light surged around Zhao Ning's body, golden brilliance dotted between his eyebrows, and Zhao Ning's eyes were full of coldness.
But at this moment, the voice in the ear suddenly changed and turned into a woman's scream, harsh but true.
"Let's go!"
"Child, go quickly!!"
And this voice is familiar, it belongs to Xi Yuan, whom we have not met for a long time and whose relationship has been broken off.
Chapter 390
For a moment, Zhao Ning was shocked by such a call, as if some desire in her heart had become true at this moment.
Her heart trembled.
But Zhao Ning knew clearly that this scream was not for her, nor did it even happen at this moment.
