Dusk comes and goes, the spring breeze blows away the snow in a snap, and another year flies by.
The world of cultivation has experienced a series of major events this year. First, Qing Ming successfully advanced to the Kong Ming Stage, which made Tong Chen Yuan become the supreme existence among the four sects in the world, vaguely comparable to Jialan Temple and Huaqing Sect.
Secondly, Yang Qingcang, the devil of Dahuang Ruins, was disrupting Susha's Qiuhong birthday banquet and escaped when he met Luo Wangshu. He was intercepted and killed by Qingming on the way. He escaped by chance and hid in the door to recover from his injuries.
Later, the ancient teleportation array was discovered in the hidden place of Zhaixingyuan, and demon monks came and went freely.
Huaqingmen and Jialan Temple gathered people to surround and annihilate a large number of demon cultivators, and some fish that slipped through the net became birds and beasts and dispersed. The two factions announced to the world that cultivators could be rounded up and hunted down demon cultivators for a fee.
After this year of sitting alone and enlightening, the disciples of Tongchenyuan ushered in the explosive period of advanced integration, and more than half of the monks were among the top twenty of the Taoist Conference alone.
Yan Ci had developed a friendship with Xie Bo'an a while ago, so he often shamelessly asked Xie for mercy, and worked with Qing Ming on a two-pronged approach, and gained a lot of benefits by flattering him.
From then on, I took pills every now and then, but for some reason, it was difficult to accumulate the spiritual energy I absorbed, and I was always a hair away from advancing.
He practiced with great concentration today, but returned to the starting point tomorrow. Yan Cicha couldn't find the reason and became anxious.
Extremely bored, he cursed and crawled into Luoyin Cave at noon one day. Suddenly, he was shocked to find a small lake inexplicably appearing in the distance.
Yan Ci was puzzled. He could definitely guarantee that there was no such lake when he went in and out the previous few times.
The lake water is clear and cold, like flawless emerald, emerald green and translucent, but no living beings survive in it.
This phenomenon was really weird. Yan Ci thought about it and couldn't guess the reason at all. He took off his clothes casually and tried to take a bath first.
The water temperature is suitable, and the slippery water waves gently caress the skin, which is extremely ecstatic. Yan Ci was not good at water, so he stayed in the water without daring to move. His head above the water looked very funny.
After a long time, he went ashore to get dressed, and suddenly realized that the lake was a little bigger. Yan Ci cursed: "Grandpa, it's really a ghost."
When we entered again the next day, the lake had doubled in size, and the next day it would double in size again. After going back and forth for several days, Yan Ci finally discovered the mystery, Luo Yinzhu!
This bead is collected close to one's body and absorbs mana silently every day. The lake inside the bead is clearly the object of conversion of mana.
Yan Ci figured this out and simply held Luo Yinzhu to actively transfer mana. This bead was like a hungry and thirsty evil beast, absorbing all the magic power in Yan Ci's body before slowly coming to rest.
The lake suddenly changed its appearance, and the eyes were full of vast and turbulent scenery. The small lake unexpectedly expanded into a vast ocean.
The originally radiant beads gathered their variegated colors and became filled with yellow light. The inside of the beads looked like wild waves surging, and there was a faint sound of the clanging of gold and gold, but it looked even more fairy-like.
Yan Ci felt the empty mana in his body and almost cried.
It was meditating, breathing, and practicing day after day. Fortunately, Luo Yinzhu had no abnormality after absorbing spiritual power that day.
After carefully surviving for a few months, Yan Ci finally, with the help of the last Dragon Song Fruit, pushed his cultivation to the perfect state of the Revolving Illumination Period. After that, he settled distracting thoughts, adjusted his state of mind, and built up his spirit for the impact and fusion.
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Yan Ci sat alone in a quiet room, exhaling yang and inhaling yin, feeling empty in his heart.
When the spiritual energy is gathered and moving, the mind, body and mind are immobile, and the essence and spirit are blended. The energy of the divine cover and eye essence sinks to irrigate the spiritual seedlings. Purple energy, yellow energy, and white energy should be in three positions: upper, middle, and lower.
Not long after, five-colored clouds and clouds steamed through the internal organs, and the true energy in the veins of the muscles and bones boiled.
At this time, I was already full of energy. I swallowed Yan Ci Na Ke Luo Dan and felt a sour taste rolling through my body.
When the spiritual energy in the whole body is sensed, it will scream with joy, and it will flow violently and endlessly, all converging in the three Dantian.
The real energy is boiling, sometimes gathering wildly and sometimes dispersing. The pain in the abdomen is severe, and cold sweat is pouring down.
Yan Ci's mind was in a trance, and hallucinations came to life. Things he had experienced, things he feared, and things he imagined came one after another.
In the village where the morning light is dim, the melons and fruits are plump and the rice fields are shining with gold. Magpies are chirping on the branches, roosters are crowing outside the house, and yellow dogs are making fun of fat pigs in the mud. Relatives and friends gather together in the same room, girls dress up in the mirror, every eyebrow is filled with joy, children are jumping around, and the shabby room is peaceful everywhere.
In the next moment, the scenery changes at will. When you meet familiar people on the ruined bricks and tiles, they may burst into tears or wail and cry. The tombs in the barren mountains are lonely, and the bones are exposed in the remote roads. Many sad and sad figures have passed away, but the words are still in my heart.
The phantoms appeared one by one, coming and going, and bursts of bone-piercing pain crushed the liver and intestines.
The fusion period focuses on strengthening the mind, Yan Ci endures the pain, and always maintains a trace of clarity in the spiritual platform.
After a long time, the sorrow gradually faded away, the joy gradually disappeared, and the illusion disappeared. However, this scene was still vivid in his mind, constantly tempering his state of mind.
Corodan is indeed extraordinary. Its abundant medicinal power cleans away impurities and condenses the spiritual energy into a lotus seed.
The lotus seeds are white and smooth, exuding glowing light every now and then. With a slight touch of spiritual thought, I feel the majestic magic power.
Yan Ci looked at his own body, his bones were thicker and brighter, his skin was fairer and denser, and his muscles were stronger. He had the illusion of being a powerful man, as if he could punch a hole in the sky with just a single movement of his hands.
While overjoyed, just as he was about to finish his work, Luo Yinzhu was caught off guard and absorbed spiritual power again, and the momentum was even more intense than before.
Yan Ci cursed loudly but could not stop Luo Yinzhu's hunger at all. In the blink of an eye, all the mana in his body was gone. The lotus seeds in the dantian suddenly became dull, wrinkled and ugly.
However, there is spring and bright scenery in Luoyin Cave, and it is a prosperous scene.
The sun was high, the vast land was roaring, and the vegetation was growing wildly.
In an instant, there were mountains and domes, cliffs and peaks, red cliffs and strange rocks, waterfalls and springs, ancient trees, and exotic flowers and plants.
A majestic mountain with a height of more than 10,000 feet rises from the ground. Its shape is narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, like a hanging funnel. The dazzling fairy palace treasure palace is looming in the mountain, and the giant tree reaching the sky is on the top of the mountain, reaching into the sky.
On the majestic sea, there are also turbulent waves. Everywhere, islands are covered with dust and rocks stand proudly. Yan Ci was dumbfounded and didn't know why.
There was a gentle breeze and the sound of waves. Other than that, the entire space was quiet, with no trace of any birds or animals.
Yan Ci calmed down, walked around the altar a few times, and murmured: "It's so weird that there aren't even any bird feathers in such a magical place!"
After wandering around for a while, I suddenly remembered the legend of the great god Pangu: It is said that Pangu slept in chaos. When he woke up, he saw dust filled the air and it was dark everywhere. It was not the middle of winter. He was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. With a click of the ax, the clear yang rises to the sky, the dark turbidity becomes the earth, Pangu's sky collapses and the earth shushes into wind and rain, the blowing becomes thunder and lightning, the left eye turns into the sun, the right eye turns into the moon, the joints turn into mountains and forests, the blood turns into rivers and seas, and the hair turns into vegetation. Sweat drops turn into rain and dew.
Some things may seem like pure fantasy on the surface, but they may not be impossible to exist.
Yan Ci followed suit, raised his mouth and blew two breaths of spiritual energy, then shook his head and shouted: "Change!"
Sure enough, there was no movement.
He jumped off the altar, dug some soil on the spot and shaped it into the shape of a bird. He poked it with his finger and shouted, "Change!" Still no movement.
"I can only catch some small animals and throw them in from now on to make it more lively." Yan Ci said to himself.
I planned to go to the island and the top of the mountain to have a look, but unfortunately there were air restrictions on the coast and at the foot of the mountain. The ground was so heavy that I couldn't fly or climb up, so I had to give up after half a day of work.
Taking a closer look at the many wonderful features of the Immortal Pearl, it turns out that it is the treasure of space that everyone desires. It is independent of the interface and is not limited by the space and time of the human world. It is a genuine blessed land and cave.
Although Yan Ci cannot fully understand the magic of the fairy bead, he knows that this bead is probably the most important way to pursue immortality, and it contains the secrets of all things in the universe.
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At the beginning of dawn, the corridors in the courtyard are connected to each other, with flowers and trees on both sides.
Driving deep into the courtyard, the ancient well is silent and dotted with stubborn rocks. The gurgling clear stream meanders, the secluded grass, fairy vines and green vines are green and cool. Three or five monasteries are hidden among the bamboos, flowers and trees.
Yan Ci walked leisurely through the hanging flower gate tower, and a tall building stood majestically. This building has carved embroidered sills, a golden tile roof, and green cypress eaves. It is extremely majestic.
The pavilion is clean, elegant, warm and pleasant. Step into prescription brick paving with fine texture. The walls are as white as new, with all kinds of brocade hanging on them, and landscapes, flowers and birds jumping on them.
The furnishings in the hall are neat but elegant. The exquisite carved screen on the left divides the compartments. There is a guqin and a furnace on the table.
The rest, such as tables, chairs, cabinets and windows, are actually carved out of sandalwood, exuding a light fragrance.
Qing Ming spoke warmly and was talking to Han Bing. When he saw Yan Ci coming in, he raised his eyes and asked, "Is there anything else that needs to be dealt with these days?"
Yan Ci scratched the back of his head and said, "There's nothing else to do. I just need to go to the Weapon Refining Hall to pick out magic weapons."
Qing Ming ordered: "Go quickly, you two will follow me down the mountain tomorrow."
Yan Ci was slightly stunned and asked curiously: "Where are you going?"
Qing Ming said: "You have recently hit the realm, no wonder you don't know."
It turned out that the ancient teleportation array of Star Reaching appeared in the world, and traces of demon cultivators’ activities were found nearby. Huaqingmen and Jialan Temple have jointly carried out numerous sieges, and there are still dozens of remnants absconding outside. The two sects have announced to the world that anyone who kills demon cultivators can receive the virtual spirit of the infant transformation stage with their heads or demon pills. A bottle of Dan.
The large and small sects of Zhaixingyuan, and even the casual cultivators all united sincerely, and took the headmaster of the Qing Sect as the leader of the alliance. With the help of the abbot of Jialan Temple, they established the Demon-Slaying Alliance to slay the demon cultivators.
Qing Ming briefly explained a few words and said: "The Demon-Slaying Alliance has sent letters to request assistance many times. However, the former headmaster was in charge of academic affairs and was troubled by many things, so the garden master sent senior brother Lin Mo to lead a team to support. This time, I took the initiative to ask for help. I request to go. Firstly, I want to ask for help. Secondly, I can also take the opportunity to investigate around, hoping to find clues about the spirit raccoon. It will not be a short time to go, so I must deal with the things that need to be done first."
When Yan Ci heard that he was looking for the spirit raccoon, he immediately geared up and said happily: "Disciple, go to the weapon refining hall immediately, and you won't miss anything." After saying that, he wanted to go out in a panic.
The young unicorn and the blue luan bird were together day and night. They must have gotten a little tired of playing, or they occasionally remembered Yan Ci's kindness, so they actually jumped into Yan Ci's arms and wanted to follow him away.
Yan Ci watched the young Qilin acting coquettishly and cutely, and his teeth itched with hatred.
