Hongyun left to visit his old friend Zhen Yuanzi. Wu Tian continued his daily practice. His eyes still didn't open.
But it has been replaced by another kind of practice. A very tender exchange. Three eyes communicate privately.
It can also be called discussion. His eyes were dull, and Wu Tian's eyes peered into it. This is also a kind of adaptation, or a whimsical idea in the process of practice.
What would happen if my god entered Pangu's eyes? So practice is never static.
It doesn’t mean that just because you have thought about how to cultivate, you will be able to cultivate in that way. There are always many internal and external factors that prompt you to make changes.
Therefore, if a thousand people practice one method, they will obtain thousands of methods. Nothing is the same. I don’t know whether I should say it’s the wonder of the world or the wonder of people.
Time flies, and the world is peaceful. There is no absolute peace. There are constant frictions between the lichs in the East, and the overt and covert struggles between the major forces in the West have never stopped.
It’s just that everyone is in control. In other words, the higher-ups are controlling and preventing conflicts from getting out of control. The upside-down mountain above Moluo Paradise and the supreme devil palace on the upside-down mountain are no longer there.
But everything, all the powers, all the big shots know who lives there. It doesn't matter whether there is a magic palace or not.
In other words, the Demon Palace has never been important. What matters is who lives there. No one wanted to upset him.
Even if it was possible, they didn't want to get into trouble. Because the consequences are beyond their ability to bear.
This fierce power was not created in a day. It was the result of overturning the Three Realms. Invincible in the world, one person dominates!
The ancient era of chaos, does anyone still remember it? Refining the heaven and earth, all living beings will die! Drive away the way of heaven and fight against Pangu!
Suppress the enemy, no one can escape! Those are all great military exploits and great achievements. Even now, he seems to have improved his temper.
But the bad temper has taken root in people's hearts. Just look at the reactions of Heavenly Court, Ancestral Witch, and all the big guys.
When he comes back, no one will go to see him respectfully. Who doesn’t speak in a soft voice? That's which way the wind is blowing.
Don't you follow? Do you not want to live anymore, or do you want to go against the will of heaven? Don’t even look at your small body! despise. It will be another hundred years of peace between heaven and earth.
On this day, Wu Tian opened his eyes. There was time flowing in his eyes. Slender and profound. Beginning and endlessness seem to be in the eyes, but also seem to be in the very far and deep depths.
A depth that is indescribable. There is a trickle of love in it. It's like a reflection of the long river of time.
Maybe it's the time that has gone into it. Time, time, is the shadow of time. It is the light and shadow of time under the sun, and it is the shadow of time under the moon.
Time can be grasped and controlled. Wu Tian stretched out his hand, and time flowed in his hand. He held it back with his five fingers, and the time was controlled by him.
Speed and slowness depend on your heart, and you can go smoothly or reversibly. Of course, this is just a little bit of his own time. His eyes saw the time in front of him.
No, it should be said that his eyes saw the time in front of him, the time that was born. It is a trickle, a little snake of time.
"It seems that from now on, I will have to open my eyes when sleeping!" Wu Tian joked to himself with a smile. This shows that he is in an excellent mood at this time and is very happy.
Because hard work paid off, he spent two hundred years, injured himself twice, and practiced quietly for another hundred years.
In these two hundred years, he only opened his eyes once. The rest of the time, he groped forward in the darkness. Whether it was self-cultivation of their eyes or their minds joining in to help, they never stopped.
Always moving forward. They walked for two hundred years and finally saw the light and time again. Although it was just the beginning, it was enough to make Wu Tian happy.
As a human being, you should not be too greedy. You have to eat your food one bite at a time and walk the road step by step. These words came out of Wu Tian's heart, something seemed wrong?
Please ignore this, the main thing is that he is happy now. Don't spoil the fun! When Wu Tian was happy. In the heaven, the Donghuang Bell suddenly rang.
Donghuang is out of seclusion. Like the sun rising in the east, it is so powerful that it dominates the heaven and earth. Wu Tian raised his eyes and saw that under the Donghuang Bell, the Donghuang Taiyi was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.
Absolutely domineering, this is how Donghuang Taiyi feels. The hundreds of millions of monsters in heaven were also ecstatic and shouted: "His Majesty the Eastern Emperor, Wei Jia Yu Nei, is invincible in the world!"
"His Majesty the Eastern Emperor is invincible!" The sound wave became louder and louder, making the sky seem to be overturned. Wu Tian smiled softly and looked away.
This guy does look a bit like him.
"Ninth Heaven is rare." Wu Tian sighed. There is another ninth heaven in the ancient world. The last glory of the ancestors was stepped on by this young man named Donghuang Taiyi.
To exit sadly, this is to exit sadly. In front of this dazzling young man who is like the rising sun, they are no longer qualified to rely on their old age.
Senior ancestor? Do not make jokes. This is a primitive place. To be a senior, you must have the strength to be a senior!
At this time, it was the ancestors who felt sad. But it is the ancestral witches and the witch clan who are under increased pressure. For a moment, dark clouds hung over the Wu clan.
That is the shadow of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi Nine Heavens. Is Di Jun happy? Of course I'm happy! My younger brother broke through the ninth heaven!
How can you not be happy about such a great good thing! The Emperor of Heaven said: Congratulations to the Eastern Emperor! The heaven was even more boiling.
He is an older brother and an emperor. What he saw when he lowered his head were hundreds of millions of people from the demon race. What you see when you look up are billions of stars.
His heart was far broader than anyone imagined. His younger brother will only be his help, so naturally the stronger the better.
It's so simple, so pure. In the prehistoric times at this time, people's hearts were far less complicated than in later generations.
The war between east and west, the war between lich and lich, is a battle of great avenues and a competition of strength. Calculating? In the face of absolute strength, it is useless.
Calculation will only occur when strength is insufficient. That was something that only officially appeared in the era of saints headed by Hongjun.
Before that, it was all about convincing people with force. If you can't beat him, as long as you don't die, go back to seclusion, improve your strength, and fight again!
It's that simple. Not so many twists and turns. There is not so much calculation. There is no such time.
There were only saints, six of them appeared at once. And he's not dead yet. And very leisurely. This is how cliques and intrigues began to form.
In the early days of the prehistoric period, it was very clean. Of course, it is also very violent and barbaric. It seems that civilization comes with conspiracy.
Enlightenment is accompanied by teaching people bad things. Potential is unleashed in someone who wasn't too bad. Smarter, wiser, and more powerful.
Good and evil appear, good and evil also appear. Infighting also emerged. There are many, many unnecessary entanglements of cause and effect.
People's hearts are becoming more and more complex. There are fewer and fewer people who purely seek the Tao. Putting the cart before the horse is common sense.
Wu Tian walked out. I saw the little guys practicing their swords. The shadows of swords move vertically and horizontally. Each is different and each has its own characteristics.
Wu Tian walked over with a smile. He walked to Golden Rex and squatted down. The big man wanted to get up, but he pushed him down.
"No need." They watched the little guys practicing their swords together. Wu Tian asked with a smile: "Can you do it?" The golden man nodded.
"You can go practice in chaos." Wu Tian said. The golden man nodded repeatedly. This is exactly what he thought.
He is not stupid, but very smart. The little guys found Wu Tian, stopped practicing their swords, and ran over. Say hello to Wu Tian one by one.
Wu Tian smiled and nodded. Then he asked Ergou: "Do you want to transform now?" Ergou shook his head.
"I'm not going out." Wu Tian smiled and nodded. He looked at Hunyuan, who also meant the same thing. Wu Tian smiled softly: "Tell me when you want to transform." Ergou and Panda nodded repeatedly.
They are delighted and happy. Wu Tian was also very happy. He did not intend to force them. As long as they were in the blessed land of Moluo, as long as they were in the west, it would be the same whether they would take form or not.
His Hunyuan can't protect them? His Hedao Yuanshen can't protect his children? That’s nonsense!
As for when they really can't protect them. Whether they change form or not, they remain the same. As long as they are happy, it is good as long as they are happy.
As for Xifeng, he wants to go out and transform himself. In fact, in the prehistoric times, if your cultivation level has not reached its peak, whether you can survive depends first on your fate and secondly on your luck.
If your fate is bad, you are an ant. If you are unlucky, you are cannon fodder. When two people fight, they are fine, but they turn you into ashes!
That's what I mean. Anyway, the little guys' lives are good. He has good heels, a big backing, no worries, no worries about food and drink, and he has an innate spiritual treasure in his hands.
In ancient times, this was an extremely good fate and extremely good luck.
"You continue to practice." Wu Tian said. He certainly wasn't trying to instruct them. Instead, he found them a sparring partner.
It has been more than two hundred years, and the first one has been imprisoned for more than two hundred years. After finally coming back, Wu Tian decided to unban it.
Let it out. After all, he is his son. He still felt distressed. Wu Tian released the first place, patted his butt, and left.
As for the chaos behind him, he didn't care. Let them play by themselves. Wu Tian walked all the way back.
Enjoy the peace and tranquility of heaven and earth. He thinks about nothing, thinks about nothing. Relax and let go. Give yourself a break.
This is also his reward for himself. The bamboo leaves rustle and the bamboo shadows are spotted. The sun sets and dances among the bamboo leaves.
It's very peaceful and very agile. Wu Tian was slightly distracted, then smiled and continued to move forward. He still didn't think about anything, he was lost in thought, and he was only satisfied with capturing the beautiful moment.
He kept going and never reached the end. People are in the bamboo forest, and there are pedestrians in the bamboo forest. Fresh and elegant.
It's this feeling that makes people calm. The fresh air of green bamboo lingers in your nose. People swim in the painting, and there is a fresh air in the painting.
Zhuqing people are also new. When Wu Tian turned around, his energy and spirit were completely new. It's like going on a relaxing trip without having to worry about it.
A boy appeared beside him. No one can see it but him. Just like the time in this world.
Invisible, intangible. But he is there. Wu Tian looked at the boy, and the boy looked at Wu Tian.
When their eyes met, Wu Tian was absent-minded for a moment.
"yes?"
"Time stands still." There was no sound. But Wu Tian suddenly understood the meaning of this boy called Time.
There is no inner voice, no mind-to-mind communication. The meaning of time suddenly flowed through his heart. It is a time with information.
He looked into his eyes and understood. Interesting, very interesting! This was the first time Wu Tian experienced this novel feeling.
"Can you turn back time?" A period of time has passed, carrying the meaning of time: No, time cannot be turned back.
"Can you reverse time? I mean, even just a little bit?" No, time is irreversible!
"Then you can slow down time, or speed it up?" No, time has its own speed. Wu Tian was annoyed by time. He said angrily: "Then tell me, what can you do?" Time stopped.
Wu Tian was completely speechless. He couldn't refute it yet. Wu Tian suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "But it's your innate magical power." Time: Yes.
"How long?" Shi Ji glanced at Wu Tian. Wu Tian lost consciousness for a moment. Wu Tian came back to his senses, looked down at his childhood, who was two heads shorter than himself, and was completely speechless.
He waved. Time disappears. Didn't even say hello. Such a naughty kid is so irritating. It can make people lose their temper.
Wu Tian thought about it carefully, had he been so annoying before? Maybe not. However, time stands still and the innate magical power,
"Not bad!" Wu Tian's lips curled up. As expected of him. There are prospects from big to small.
