Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

Qingquan snapped his fingers and said, Breaking the seven realms... quenching the body, nourishing qi, condensing the essence, reuniting, shaping the life, and the sun god, that is above the sun god? Our ancestors are so powerful, senior brother, what did I do before? do not know?

Zhang Ming glared at him: Every time Master talks about knowledge, have you listened carefully?

Qingquan scratched his head embarrassedly and muttered, I can't listen to it carefully in the future.

Zhan Hong laughed, and thought that he used to practice swords, and he practiced swordsmanship, not kendo. If he changed his swordsmanship in the future, how should he cultivate it, and how should he realize it?

San Gong re-cultivation is basically reborn, refining the path of true essence, and oneself will be in a weak stage for a long time.

However, it is this weakness, just like the ancestor of Lingshuguan, with a mortal body, is it closer to the Tao? Is it easier to perceive the essence of kendo?

At this moment, he was a little moved.

Since I have already chosen to re-cultivation with scattered energy, three years, five years, or even longer, why not take this opportunity to settle down and devote myself to understanding this swordsmanship?

Zhanhong's heart is like a mirror, his thoughts are clear, and he seems to have made a decision. He handed the Xisui Dan in his hand to Qingquan, and said: Qingquan Daoist, today I heard the words of Qinghui Daoist, and then I know the essence of cultivation. .

I want to imitate the ancestors of Lingshuguan, chanting the Taoist scriptures, comprehending the way of swordsmanship, and taking the road of enlightenment and enlightenment. I won't be able to use this pill for washing the marrow. I'll take it with you.

His eyes were pure and clear, as if he had realized an epiphany.

This time, it was Zhang Ming and Qingquan's turn to be stunned.

You... you want to abandon the art to cultivate the Tao!?

Qingquan was dumbfounded, he just asked casually.

Zhang Ming was also a little stunned. To be honest, the stories of the ancestors were all handed down by the master. It is hard to say how much truth there is in it. How can we believe it?

However, when he saw the clarity and determination in Zhan Hong's eyes, he became awe-inspiring.

Zhanhong, have you made up your mind? The road you want to walk has not been traveled by many predecessors. All the legends, but only the afterglow sheds, and there is no fixed formula to follow.

Zhang Ming asked seriously.

This may be the most difficult and farthest path in practice. The difficulty of this road is not achieved without great perseverance, great wisdom, and great opportunity.

Zhan Hong smiled and said, Daoist Qing Hui, since you said that there is a way ahead, no matter how difficult it is, some people have walked down, so why can't I try it?

He smiled indifferently, just like the determination to not break or stand when he obtained the three-turn Chongyuan Gong that day.

Even if I fail, I will spend my whole life being a Taoist sweeper in this Spiritual Pivot, sweeping away the dust every day, watching the morning sun rise, and watching the evening sun go down, why not?

He was so transparent and relieved.

Qingquan took the Xisui Dan, and said in a rare serious manner: Zhanhong, you are indeed a true disciple of the Qiongyu Sword Sect. When it comes to Taoism and determination, I am not as good as you.

This is what a son of a plane should look like!

At this moment, Zhang Ming didn't even doubt that this young man, who has been in despair over and over again, will one day be able to be born out of the dust, and shine through the mountains and rivers in his enlightenment.

Can not be willing to be ordinary, often can not be great.

Talents without sharpness are the most terrifying.

He stretched out his hand and patted the other's shoulder, sighing: Zhanhong, Pindao appreciates your determination. Since you insist on doing so, go back to Qiongyu Sword Sect tomorrow, where... there are four of the most powerful men in the world. A sword.

What Zhan Hongwu is looking for is swordsmanship, and what he seeks is spirituality, so reciting the Lingshu Jing is not his way. The four-handed sword shadows in the Sword Stage of Zhuxian may be his true path.

Once enlightened, it will be shocking.

Zhan Hong bowed again: Thank you for your guidance.

Zhang Ming didn't say to send him back to the Qiongyu Sword Sect, but deliberately let him go back on foot.

If you seek the Tao, then seek the Tao.

...

In the evening, south of Zhuoguang Mountain.

A red escaping light broke through the clouds and came.

Hey, why is there a tower in this Zhuoguang Mountain?

Shangguan Yu's doubtful voice could be heard in the escape light. Although he had never been there, he had also heard the report from Quetang.

There has always been only one dilapidated Lingshu Temple on Zhuoguang Mountain, when will another building appear.

Moreover, this tower is towering into the clouds, surrounded by thick iron chains inserted into the rocks, and the tower body is depicted with runes.

So strong blood!

Shangguan Yu smelled the breath of the lock demon tower in the clouds, and couldn't help frowning, what kind of tower is this?

Hey, go take a look!

He hides the light and falls towards the Demon Lock Tower.

On the mountain road, two figures took three steps one step at a time, quickly traversing the gap between the pine leaves.

Daoist Qingquan, wouldn't it be bad for us to sneak out? Didn't we promise Taoist Qinghui that we wouldn't run around, and wouldn't come to the lock demon tower?

Zhan Hong followed behind and shouted.

Qingquan didn't turn his head back and said, Zhanhong, you will leave for Qiongyu Sword Sect tomorrow. If you don't come and see, you won't have a chance. Don't you regret it?

Zhan Hong shrugged and said helplessly: Daoist Qingquan, I'll go back and have a look, it's not that I won't come back!

Qingquan took a step and turned back and said, Okay, but don't worry. I'm on the second floor of the Condensation Origin Realm now, and it's more than enough to protect you.

Zhan Hong caught up with him and said, I'm also in the Primordial Condensation Realm now, so it doesn't matter who protects who. It's just that I don't think it's good. After all, we promised...

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Qingquan: When did we promise Senior Brother?

Zhan Hong was stunned for a moment and thought about it carefully.

At that time, the Taoist priest of Qinghui told the two not to run around and not to lock the demon tower. Qingquan replied, Junior brother, I have a sense of what to do, and he replied the Taoist leader can rest assured.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that the two of them did not promise, not to run around, not to lock the demon tower?

While the two of them were talking, they had already seen the full moon well, and they took two quick steps to the viewing platform.

Well? Is there someone down there?

Shangguan Yu approached the lock demon tower, Yuanshen instantly sensed the two people on the viewing platform, and his eyes turned cold.

One of them is a priest!

There will be no other Taoist people on Zhuoguang Mountain, so this person is either Qingquan or Qinghui!

Shangguan Yu thought of killing in his heart.

He turned around and flew down, but just as he approached the Demon Lock Tower, his body trembled.

A mighty will of heaven and earth descended.

[You have noticed that the fairy qi and the demon qi here are intertwined, the five spirits are hidden, and the blood is blowing in the face. This pagoda is connected with the world and the world.

Shangguan Yu was shocked!

This is... the Holy Land of Heaven! ?

How is it possible, to know that the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect, one of the four major demon sects in Jin State, does not have such a legendary thing. However, there is actually on the small Zhuoguang Mountain?

The most important thing is that he has been trapped in the bottleneck of the peak of the Yangshen Realm for 30 years, but at this moment it is faintly loosened.

Shangguan Yu was short of breath: This is the Holy Land of Heaven! Could it be that I have been waiting for thirty years, just waiting for this moment to advance to a new realm in this Holy Land!?

Above the Yang God, manifest the Dharma!

It's called the realm of law!

He hurriedly stopped flying, hung on the top of the demon lock tower, closed his eyes, and meditated: Yu Youshi's family is poor...

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