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　　 The sea of ​​mind is invisible, and the mirror is of quality.

　　 The light and shadow on it are intertwined, and the body also has textures, and in the faint, you can feel an inexplicable sprouting.

　　 It is no wonder that the Sanxin Lan Lingtong felt this way. When someone else spied on this mirror, he would definitely not think it was an illusory existence.

　　 "My heart has thousands of magical powers, and the mirror of the heart is in it. It is not surprising that I learn from the strengths of all the laws, and it is not surprising that I want to'survive' naturally not overnight, and there is no need to be afraid."

　　An Qisheng observes the sea of ​​mind inwardly. He has a meticulous approach to the Tao, and can be said to be strong in his control. Naturally, there is nothing in his body that can be hidden from him.

　　The many changes in the mirror of the heart were originally tacitly approved and even guided by him.

　　 The soul is born in the heart, this is naturally a taboo for other monks. If there is a sign, it will be killed, but An Qisheng will not care.

　　 The world is big Tai Chi, the human body is small in the world, the self is in the self as the ‘sky’ in the universe, the sky is not afraid of the spirit, and he naturally has no fear.

　　 Maybe one day this mirror of the heart will give birth to spiritual wisdom and be more powerful, but so what?

　　 I am afraid of the mirror I created by myself. Talking about cultivation, how to deal with the ‘endless destruction’ that I feel in the dark?

　　 "I still feel it is dangerous..."

　　 The three-hearted blue soul boy is still a little uneasy.

　　 This state of mind contains a lot of Taoism, and it can even be said that it has truly witnessed all the growth of this ‘Mr. Monster’.

　　 If you give birth to spiritual wisdom, it will almost be the second "Mr. Monster", right?

　　 "Don't worry about it."

　　An Qisheng did not explain again, but with a thought, the "Daowen Tuju" in the mirror was already overflowing like water waves.

　　 slowly unfolded in the sea of ​​heart.

　　 Three-hearted blue spirit boy watched from a distance, and he could clearly see all the legal lines and the deep Taoism in it. No ‘Daowen Picture Scroll’ was extremely complicated.

　　 And because of its changes, every moment there will be a deeper legal birth, which is endless and endless.

　　 Although many of the contexts were drawn together by myself, looking at it, the three-hearted blue spirit boy felt that he could not understand at all.

　　 It is clear that every pattern is known by oneself, and when combined, it becomes something that one does not know.

　　 Even if it knows that these thirty-six Taoist paintings contain a powerful magical power respectively, and they all adhere to the ‘Thirty-six Changes of Tiangang’.

　　 "Dao and treasures complement each other, refining treasures is refining Tao, if such complex and endless spiritual treasures are cast..."

　　 The three-hearted blue spirit boy couldn't help but wonder: "I'm afraid it will surpass any spirit treasure in this world, ancient and modern, right? You are afraid that you will become a true myth in this world, surpassing the ancient and modern holy emperor Tianzun!"

　　 In the past few decades, it has also obtained a lot. The secrets of the inheritance of the sects of the holy land, and many legends and essays have also greatly improved it.

　　 Even in all the legends and myths it knows, it has never seen any spirit treasure that is as complex as these 36 Taoist paintings!

　　 It is very clear, beyond these 36 days, there are still seventy-two places...

　　 It can’t even imagine, when these ‘36 days’ and ‘72 Land’ are truly born, how far this monster will grow?

　　 Can it overcome the barrier between short-lived and long-lived species?

　　 "Civilization is passed down from generation to generation, and the latter is based on the former, and it is impossible to say who is better than anyone."

　　 An Qisheng's mind is condensed.

　　 The words of the three-hearted blue spirit boy didn't make waves in his heart.

　　 The comparison between the ancient and the modern is meaningless. The predecessors opened up eleven steps in the nine realms, and the descendants walked along and walked higher. Are they really stronger than the ancients?

　　 There is no such comparison.

　　 Moreover, even if it is condensed for thirty-six days and all kinds of magical powers are converted into the number of "Earth Evil Tian Gang", it may not be able to cross that threshold.

　　 Needless to say, even after crossing that threshold, the outcome of strength and weakness is not just to say.

　　 If you want to divide the strengths and weaknesses, unless you can have a great dream, compete with the emperors in your dreams.

　　 Otherwise, the ancient and modern emperor can be'reborn against the sky'!

　　 Three-hearted blue spirit boy still wanted to say something, but An Qisheng didn’t pay attention to it anymore.

　　 One-to-one correspondence in mind deduction, check for omissions and make various minor adjustments.

　　 is making final preparations for refining treasures.

　　Ling treasures are like Tao treasures, and treasures are Tao. If something goes wrong, it is extremely difficult to recover. It cannot be overstated.

　　......

　　 A war ended, but the world was left in devastation.

　　 That battle was too violent, even the Dashi Holy Land could not completely carry it.

　　Besides the Dashi Sacred Mountain, the mountains and rivers that spread for tens of thousands of miles are full of chasms cut by the wind and wind.

　　 The mountains that were once familiar have been flattened or even erased. The earth has thousands of miles and plains, but there is no sign of verdant on it.

　　 The once endless spiritual field was completely wiped out by the aftermath, and the formations laid by the beginning of the Holy Land could not withstand the shocking collision of this level.

　　 At this time, many Dashi Holy Land disciples who were walking around the earth, mountains and rivers, cleaning up the ruins, and smoothing the ground veins, felt the mood that the disciples of Wanfalou felt before.

　　 Even, ten times more intense.

　　 Such a powerful collision, without the protection of the formation left by the Supreme, I am afraid that the Dashi Holy Land will be razed to the ground, right?

　　 Ang~

　　The dragon soars in the sky, and the dragon's saliva rains down on the earth, triggering the ubiquitous spirit to fall into the veins of the earth and restore the vitality of this earth.

　　The battle of the king is no time waiting. After the First World War, the spontaneous restoration of heaven and earth alone will take thousands of years to restore the old view. It is normal to speed up this speed.

　　 Da Toluo sat cross-legged on the back of the dragon, looking down on a mess of earth and mountains, with a solemn expression.

　　 The mess of tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers did not attract his attention. What he cared about was the void that filled the world.

　　 The slight breath that hasn't dissipated for a long time even if the war ended.

　　 These breaths are insignificant, but if they are ignored, they can make this sky, this land, nothing for thousands of years to grow, and birds and animals cannot enter.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 Ao has no head to manifest the body of the dragon, and his mouth spouts like a waterfall of rain. The dragon has always been a treasure of heaven and earth, a dragon that smashes the vacuum.

　　 can nourish the earth, invigorate the vegetation, birds and beasts know that they will lose their mortal womb.

　　 If he hadn't lived in the Dashi Holy Land for a long time, and was protected by it, Ao Wushou would never do such a thing.

　　Huhu~

　　The dragon soars in the sky, swaying rain.

　　 Dato Compass sits on the dragon's back, recites the sound of Buddha, and washes the pervasive breath between heaven and earth.

　　 Above the earth, there are countless disciples of the Great Beginning Holy Land, the true biography, the elder, who are using all kinds of magical powers to clean the earth inch by inch.

　　 Smooth the ground veins, reshape the mountains and rivers, and recreate the spiritual field.

　　 The battle was very short, but the aftermath was very long. In the end, it was the two elders who had been enlisted to join it, and within a few months, everything was cleaned up.

　　 Then, began to welcome mountain worshippers from Dongzhou and even other continents, and even foreign races.

　　 "It is a holy place. I have waited for less than half a year, but I can no longer see any traces of the war."

　　 On top of the ten thousand dragon boats, the bamboo power looked out of thin air, and I was amazed.

　　 In the previous battle, he naturally saw it through some means. The earth-shattering collision was nothing but the storm caused by Admiral Jongbo.

　　 is enough to flatten this mountain.

　　 At this time, at first glance, there is no trace at all, which shows how fast the movement of Dashi Holy Land is.

　　 The aftermath is far more than Wanfa Tower, is this a holy land?

　　 "Millions of years of inheritance, even if it is difficult for the strong to survive, the background is not what I can imagine."

　　 Yuan Duxiu looks at Dashi Holy Mountain in the distance.

　　 There is divine light on the sacred mountain of Dashi, with many lines flowing, and the glowing glow is extremely magnificent.

　　At this time, under the sacred mountain of Dashi, there are various beasts and spirits, and the chariots are staying.

　　 Many of them are not in Dongzhou style. Obviously, people from other big states have come, and there are still a lot of them.

　　 Obviously, the birth of a king, in the present world, has an impact far more than any era in ancient and modern times.

　　 is also beyond the imagination of many people.

　　 "There is no shortage of masters among those who worshipped the mountain this time!" At this time, wearing a red dress, Miao Meng, who became more and more beautiful, walked out of the cabin with a slightly solemn expression.

　　 She can feel the powerful aura inside and outside the Dashi Sacred Mountain, but in fact, although they have delayed a lot of time in collecting heaven, material and earth treasures.

　　 may come sooner than them, and obviously they won’t be waiting.

　　 "Are you a master, it doesn't seem to make a difference anymore?" Zhu Gongshou stroked his long beard, but smiled bitterly.

　　 in front of that person at this time.

　　How many masters are there in this world?

　　 Ten thousand dragon boats moved forward, and someone came to greet him, but it was Fang Yingqiu.

　　 "Everyone came from afar, please forgive me if the hospitality is not good." Fang Yingqiu came across the air, arching his hands far away, and leading the people of Wanfa Tower to the front of the mountain.

　　 When they reached the front of the mountain, everyone saw that there were more people in front of the mountain than expected, and they were more complicated, with many tones, and clearly not the practitioners of Dongzhou.

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　　 The monks are undoubtedly the most difficult group of people to manage, and here are many masters from all over the world, among them, there are many who are strong in the sky and the vacuum.

　　 But everyone is peaceful, even if the mountain gate is in front, no permission is allowed, no one dares to enter.

　　 Even when there are many monks gathered, there is no noise in front of the mountain.

　　 Several people on the Wanlong Boat looked at each other.

　　 A few of them are more or less related to An Qisheng, or have met each other, although they are shocked by his achievements in the sky, but there is not much change in their hearts.

　　 Until this time, thousands of great monks down the mountain waited solemnly, sitting or standing, or closing their eyes or looking into the distance, but there was no murmur.

　　 Only his heart changed, and awe suddenly grew.

　　 Thirty million years ago and now, there are only eleven steps in the nine realms until now. The Tongtian realm is not only a king, but also the highest of the nine realms!

　　 In other words, it is the true culmination of the trillion Jingzhao monks throughout the ages, the ceiling!

　　 Miao Meng glanced at Yuan Duxiu, who was also thoughtful on his side, and was touched:

　　 "Yuan Yang...Wang."

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