The Way of Heaven

　　 There is a pool of blood in the purple-gold "earth" from time to time, which is the remnants of blood spilled from the wound.

　　 Even if Xuanque fell for a long time, most of the blood and energy in the corpse were also drawn away.

　　 But the power of energy and blood exuding from it was still like a burning furnace, exuberant and hot, and Mo Yang had to use his cultivation base to resist it.

　　 Mo Yang stood on the edge of the tiankeng, his mighty divine consciousness covered a hundred li radius, and he scanned the tiankeng carefully, looking for the opportunity to attract and destroy the black chess.

　　 But he searched for a quarter of an hour and scanned every inch of space inside and outside the tiankeng, but he still couldn't find it.

　　 Mo Yang frowned slightly, thought for a moment, fingered his eyebrows, the black black chess that shone with black luster, came out of the sea of ​​consciousness, suspended above his head.

　　 The moment the black chess appeared, an artistic conception that seemed to destroy the world and everything enveloped this area, faintly weakening the majesty of the corpse by a few points.

　　 Mo Yang sank into the destruction of the black chess, and wanted to find out the connection he had sensed in the past, so as to find the opportunity.

　　 has the magnitude of destroying black chess, his soul perception ability suddenly increased several times.

　　 This time, he clearly felt a familiar and incomparable breath, which was similar to and slightly different from Destruction Profound meaning.

　　 Mo Yang moved his body and crossed more than ten feet in one step, and in a short while he entered the sinkhole, comparable to the supernatural powers of shrinking the ground into an inch.

　　 In the sky hole, the charred flesh and blood is like a cliff of ten thousand feet, without bottom, purple and gold lines that fit the way of space are all over, and the faint rhyme of Dao is permeated, but the purpose of Mo Yang's trip is not it.

　　 Mo Yang's figure appeared somewhere in the Tiankeng, his gaze fell on a ten-foot-long chaotic color pattern that was different from the purple-gold pattern in front of him, from which he felt the faint breath.

　　Fantasy!

　　 If it weren't for the existence of destroying black chess, maybe Mo Yang couldn't find this chaotic color pattern at all.

　　Because the breath of the **** pattern is completely obscured by the blood and coercion of the corpse itself, if you don't come here in person, no martial artist's spirit will be found.

　　 "Is that this?"

　　Mo Yang carefully observed the surrounding environment to prevent sneak attacks by existence similar to blood beasts and resentful souls.

　　 After a while, it was determined that there were no creatures in the tiankeng other than him. Mo Yang used his divine sense to move forward. From it, he felt a sense of destruction that was similar to that of destruction, but a more advanced and mysterious aura existed.

　　 If he can fully comprehend the mystery of it, then his comprehension of the profound meaning of destruction will increase by several levels, and his combat power will also be greatly improved.

　　 Boom!

　　 As soon as Mo Yang's divine consciousness fell on the chaotic divine pattern, a roar suddenly sounded in the depths of his soul. He, who had merged the three souls and seven souls to form the sun god, fell into a coma without resisting.

　　 The chaotic pattern of gods lit up, blooming with a faint luster, and exuding a strong regular atmosphere, even the destruction of the black chess can not resist.

　　 I don't know how long it took, Mo Yang's consciousness slowly awoke, but he found that he had become a seed, buried in the fertile soil, and his power to destroy the world disappeared.

　　 The unbelievable Mo Yang hurriedly wanted to communicate with the body and destroy the black chess, but it didn't work at all, as if his consciousness was really trapped in a seed.

　　 Realizing this, Mo Yang quickly calmed down and began to think about why he became a seed.

　　"Is that the reason for the **** pattern? As soon as my spiritual sense fell into it, I fell into a coma, and when I woke up, I became what I am now.

　　 Is this just an illusion? Or am I really reincarnated as a seed? "

After 　　, after a few days, the seed that Mo Yang was on finally began to take root and germinate, working hard to absorb sunlight, water, and nutrients from the soil, growing step by step.

　　 And Mo Yang is like a passer-by. He can't interfere with the growth of the seed at all, and can only watch it quietly in it.

　　 After decades of wind and rain, cold winter and scorching heat, the original seed has turned into a towering tree with a height of one hundred feet, surrounded by a strong breath of life that is completely opposed to the ruinous meaning he has understood.

　　 Suddenly, in a violent storm and rain, a bolt of thunder took the heavenly power to cut the giant tree. The violent energy raged on the giant tree, the torso turned into coke, and the breath of life continued to decay, becoming extremely weak.

　　 "The breath of destruction!"

　　 Mo Yang, whose consciousness was in the giant tree, felt the same way, as if he had been bombarded by the natural thunder, and suddenly felt the destructive power contained in the thunder.

　　 Feeling the remaining vitality on the giant tree, bit by bit is eroded by the remaining power of destruction, Mo Yang has a deeper understanding of the rules of destruction.

　　 Finally, the last trace of vitality in the giant tree was wiped out, but Mo Yang, who had guessed that his consciousness had been able to return to his body, was still trapped in the scorched trunk.

　　 At this moment, Mo Yang's heart felt bad, "I won't be trapped in this trunk forever."

　　 Amidst Mo Yang's anxiety, time passed quickly, and several years passed in a blink of an eye. The cold winter has passed, the early spring is approaching, and it is another season of recovery of all things.

The giant tree that was scorched by the thunderbolt actually pulled out a sprout, a breath of life weaker than the surrounding weeds, born from this giant tree that Mo Yang identified as dead~www.wuxiahere.com~ It turned out to be dead wood in spring. !

　　 Mo Yang's consciousness has long been awakened, and he stared at the emerald green shoot on the charred torso, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

　　 "Life...and...destruction..."

　　 "Life is the source of all things, and destruction is the end of all things, the two oppose each other..."

　　 "What else..."

　　 Mo Yang thought hard, trying to combine destruction with life, but he still couldn't grasp the aura and enter a state of epiphany.

　　 The scorched giant tree didn't stop sprouting because of Mo Yang's thoughts. One after another, the buds dispelled the breath of death and destruction, and life came again.

　　 Year after year, the giant tree with dead wood in spring is the same as before, trying to grow upwards, wanting to become a towering old tree again, and at the same time all kinds of tribulations and natural disasters continue to fall on it.

　　 Fierce flames, extreme cold, meteorites...

　　 The giant tree was destroyed time and time again, and its vitality collapsed, but each time it revived the past, it grew tenaciously, and it continued to cycle between destruction and rebirth.

　　 Mo Yang's mind was shaken, and after repeated cycles of reincarnation, he finally grasped the spiritual opportunity and fell into an epiphany.

　　 "The short-term destruction is for rebirth, its root is life, and everything is for life..."

　　 "Life and destruction are originally two sides, there is birth and death, and birth and death merge..."

　　 Boom!

　　 A loud noise sounded deep in Mo Yang's soul, and he embarked on a new path, the way of life and death!

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