Bixiazi felt dizzy. In the clouds and fog, Lang Jun seemed to be a different person, so far away and so strange, even though he was clearly right in front of her.
The external magic power was restored to the original owner, and Shen Yuanqiong's body was empty, not a drop was left. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and suddenly something moved in his heart. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the divine sword. The sword body buzzed and trembled, and his whole body was affected by it. With a shock, like being struck by lightning, the seeds buried deep in the heart took root and sprouted, and a piece of practice practice naturally appeared in my mind. It was a familiar and familiar reunion after a long absence.
Is it Su Hui from the previous life? Shen Yuanqiong was thoughtful, holding the hilt of the sword with his five fingers. The divine sword lost its support, and the weight was added to his right arm, and it fell involuntarily. He quickly added his left hand, and used both arms to exert force, so that he did not stand in front of Bixiazi. Look ugly.
Bixiazi's mouth was half open, as if she was surprised or envious. She grabbed her clothes with both hands, her expression was complicated, and she had completely lost her usual composure.
The brilliance of the Divine Sword is restrained, and there are faint golden threads swimming around. Dragons and snakes appear side by side. It is unpredictable and makes people feel more and more confused as they look at it.
Shen Yuanqiong did not dare to take a closer look, his eyes fell in a hurry, and there was an inscription on the boring place of the sword.
The word "Yangshen" shocked my heart and made me think deeply. Bixiazi once told him about the Golden Immortal Realm, and recited four lines of Taoism passed down by Xuannv's master and disciple: "It's hard to find the innate principles, work hard all day long to hold on to the truth. Return to work three times for daily use, The profound entrance reveals the Yang God." Only by cultivating the Yang God can one be called the Yang God.
"Golden Fairy". Shen Yuanqiongde
The "liquid of a hundred flowers" reshapes the human body, and by various opportunities, he becomes a ghost and immortal with the power of the golden elixir. If you can go one step further, change your tendons and cleanse your marrow, and open up the twelve layers of the building, you can achieve the Earth Immortality.
If an Earth Immortal practices diligently, transcends tribulations and ascends to the sky, and lives as long as heaven and earth, and the sun and moon shine together, he or she will become an Immortal. And to be among
The first-class Golden Immortal among the "Five Immortals" must refine all the yin and become a pure yang without yin. This is for
"Yang Shen".
Recognizing the owner of the "Yang Shen Sword" is like cutting a broad road. If you practice according to the law, you can step into the Golden Fairyland in one step and stand shoulder to shoulder with the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, the Blood Ancestor, and the Taoist Hehe. Bixiazi was left far behind by him. behind.
Couple of the tenth life, this time, it was finally his turn to stop and wait for her to catch up. Shen Yuanqiong was filled with emotions, he didn’t know
Where did the "Yang Shen Sword" come from, and which Supreme Master left the opportunity? There is God's will in the dark. Could it be that one drink and one peck were predetermined? When he boarded the ship from Fuzhou, set sail, and embarked on the journey This unknown journey is destined to end today.
As if aware of his thoughts,
The "Yang Shen Sword" buzzed and trembled, and suddenly broke away from its five fingers, turning into golden light and throwing it into his right arm, leaving a shallow sword mark, and then lay dormant, like a dead thing.
Bixiazi held his arm and looked at it for a moment, puzzled. She could only attribute it to destiny's favor and luck. She couldn't help but sigh: "Langjun has a profound blessing. The sword has recognized its owner. In the future, the path will go up. You can summon this sword and use it like an arm to strike the enemy thousands of miles away." A crisis turned into a disaster, and Bixiazi suddenly remembered that her master fell into the enemy's hands and his whereabouts were unknown, and her expression darkened again.
Although the ancestors of Xueqi and Taoist Hehe were frightened away, they will inevitably come back. Luohua Island cannot stay for a long time. The current plan must first find a stable place to settle down, and then make long-term plans.
Bixiazi has been practicing cultivation on Luohua Island for many years. Occasionally she goes out to collect medicines and has a little knowledge of overseas countries. The so-called
"Hidden in the city", go to a lively town, hide in the sea of people, and hide your energy with the turbid breath of the world, so that you can avoid the eyes and ears of the enemy.
The two discussed for a while, and Bixiazi hurriedly packed her bags. In fact, there was nothing to pack. Everything collapsed under the sword's energy, and there were only a few surviving items. She only had a few bottles of pills and a bamboo slip with her.
Before she regained her strength, she hurriedly left with her husband. She could only escape a few feet in the air, and the waves were rippling and wet the corners of her skirt. She didn't care about it for a moment, and flew thousands of miles away to a strange place. The big island hangs alone in the sea, with undulating mountains and rivers, and a magnificent atmosphere.
Bixiazi avoided the dangerous place and stumbled as soon as her feet landed on the ground. Shen Yuanqiong hurriedly supported her, half hugged her, half hugged her, and came to a grass nest to sit down.
Bixiazi leaned on his shoulder, breathed a long sigh of relief, poured out three pills with trembling hands, took them into her mouth and swallowed them hard. After a while, she murmured: "The people of the Rakshasa ghost country are filled with smoke, and the turbid air is steaming, which is not good. Immortal practice, you and I do the opposite, and we may be able to hide for a while without being noticed." Her voice became softer and softer, until finally it was as low as a mosquito's moan, as weak as a mosquito.
Looking around, I saw white waves billowing into the sky, and it was deserted. Shen Yuanqiong had no reason to remember Zhang Chengyun and said casually: "I heard that Rakshasa and Yaksha are sworn enemies. Is this true?" After waiting for a while and no movement, he turned around and saw Bixiazi holding the magic formula with her right hand. Adjust your breath and fall into concentration, lower your eyelids, and tremble your eyelashes slightly, not knowing whether you are sleeping or awake.
The beauty is close at hand, in the prime of youth, with a beautiful face and strands of white hair mixed in with her hair, which makes people feel distressed.
Shen Yuanqiong sighed secretly and did not disturb her cultivation. She was bored for a while and remembered that her fingertips touched
At the moment of "Yang Shen Sword", the skill that emerged from the depths of the lake in the heart, one word after another, appeared and disappeared.
Shen Yuanqiong was confused and did not know what was going on. He entered Baoshan and returned empty-handed. Until the last few words, he suddenly felt enlightened and realized what was going on.
"Three thousand great avenues return to chaos, and the Dharma is not transmitted to the six ears. This sutra can be called 'Yellow Spring'." The sword mark on the right arm jumps, the breath flows in the body, a yang is born, the blood veins expand, and in a moment the yang is exhausted and yin When the body is born, the chill is strong and the vitality shrinks. When the yin is exhausted and the yang is born, it happens to be running for a week, and a trace of pure magic power is born in the Dantian.
exist
Driven by the "Yang Shen Sword", Shen Yuanqiong could not help but move the Zhoutian, and all kinds of difficulties were easily solved. Every time a Zhoutian passed, the mana became thicker, and the baht accumulated, hanging in the Dantian, like water but not water, like Qi Not angry.
Shen Yuanqiong was so mesmerized that external forces pushed his body to practice, and he made rapid progress, traveling thousands of miles a day without any effort. How could he be so virtuous and capable that he had such a God-given opportunity?
Just when she was surprised, Bixiazi woke up from her trance, groaned, and slowly opened her eyes, which were covered with a layer of mist.
The sword mark returned to calmness and no longer moved the breath. Shen Yuanqiong's heart was like a bright mirror. This was his secret, a secret that even Bixiazi could not tell. When he achieves something in the future, he might be able to wake up to the cause and effect.
Bixiazi stayed in meditation for three days and three nights this time, and her body's magic power recovered to some extent, and she could still support several magical powers.
She didn't notice anything strange. She stood up and looked around, then turned back to talk to Lang Jun for a moment. With soft words, she proposed to leave the wilderness and go to the big city of Rakshasa Kingdom to settle down. Firstly, she could hide in the red dust, and secondly, she could search for elixirs to heal her wounds. .
Shen Yuanqiong had no choice but to let her arrange things.
