He has to hurry up and become eager to become stronger. The shock that was given to him in the previous war was too great, and Yuan Hong felt the pressure, especially the descendants of some great teachers, who were particularly hostile to him.

The world is far more cruel than he imagined. The weak meat is strong. Every day, the rules of competition are staged. He has offended so many people and has collapsed a batch of Tianjiao. He must be cleaned up.

Tai Xuantian, he far felt that it is stronger than Tai Xuan, and the suffocating blood is like a dragon. Whether it is cultivation or magical magic, it must be strong enough to the realm of terror.

And Yuan Hong feels that this guy has a sense of killing. Although it is very well hidden, it is still perceived by himself. Yuan Hong is worried that there will be trouble finding it. It is really not an opponent.

There is also Li Xuanji of the Heavenly Land, although I have not seen it, but Yuan Hong has a good reputation, and it is also a quasi-supreme, defeated the same generation of arrogance, the king is not out, almost invincible!

This teaching is terrible. The legend comes from the sky. It can deduct the secrets of the world. It counts the world's affairs. The foundation is profound and unpredictable. The horror is not there. I almost let Yuan Hong doubt that it is a descendant of Fuxi.

At the same time, the descendants of the Yaochi Holy Land are equally frightening, the future of the goddess of the world, but there is a pearl, fluttering like a fairy, like from the nine days of Yaochi down, Xianji Yugu, with Yunshan and Ziyue fairy It is only a bad one.

These three people, not the king body but powerful, let Yuan Hong deeply admire, the genius of the world is not only one of them, but also the existence of great perseverance, the wilderness of the Tibetan unicorn, the meander of the river.

Who can know, is there a stronger existence? Beyond the king body, the true supreme supreme, the unbeatable enchanting, one person defeated the world's peers, no matter what kind of constitution came, it was useless, pushing all enemies!

Become stronger!

At this moment, Yuan Hong can't wait!

The golden hall is empty, no one is there, it seems very quiet, Yuan Hong alone lives here, enjoy browsing the book, he strode forward, came to a row of bookshelves.

You sighed and sighed: "Previous life is like a dream! If it is not at this moment, I firmly believe that I am me, perhaps in a dream, the past is awkward!"

Yuan Hong is feeling that he has come to the realm of today, only he has slowly understood the world, knowing that it may not be accidental, can come to this place, perhaps have a mission.

"In any case, after you have to be strong, you can open the fog and see the source!"

Yuan Hong is in a quiet state, and the state is surprisingly good. The soul of the sea is bright and bright. It is like a canvas roll. The sky is empty, the earth is thick, and the mountains are in a continuous stream. The river is running, and the ancient wood wolf forest is full of vitality.

It really looks like a vast array of natural phenomena. Although it is shallow and unreal, it reveals a sense of simplicity, while Yuan Hong’s Yuanshen is sitting in the temple of the mountain.

A small Taoist view, very ordinary, like an ordinary temple, standing on the top of the mountain, he sits on the road, quiet and peaceful, like flesh and blood, real and texture.

Yuan Hong feels that he can already manifest itself, and the reality has been disturbed by the virtual reality. The soul has been powerful to a certain realm. Even if the body is dead, you can find another one to survive.

The light of wisdom behind his head is getting brighter and brighter, turning into a circle of gods, holding a black jar in his hand, dark and simple, it is the culture of the character, it is the magic light that broke the mysterious capital.

The higher the realm, Yuan Hongyue feels that its mystery is unpredictable, can not understand, can not understand, dark, like a black hole, hiding too many unknowns.

"The four thousand books, many of them are similar, although there are obvious differences, but the roads and principles involved are almost the same. I have realized that today, the following should focus on techniques and techniques!"

"The truth behind these Taoist books is important, but I don't think it's just that. The same reason, but it shows different directions. This is because of the difference!"

Yuan Hong muttered to himself and felt that the next focus should be balanced. With his current realm, Wu Tong had so many reasons. The following Taoist books must be similar, and the speed will be much faster.

However, the skills and applications involved are different and varied. It can be said that there are many colorful and colorful flowers. There are too many places for him to learn from.

The wisdom, accumulation and precipitation of the ancestors of the predecessors are the most classic and basic. Yuan Hong feels that he may have neglected this point. The technique is close to the road, and the skill reaches the ultimate realm. It is a kind of Tao.

“Don’t worry about browsing the new Taoist book, I need to precipitate the brewing, first review the way in which it works!”

Yuan Hongpan sat down, and his souls appeared in a variety of spectacles. In an instant, the morals were rumbling, and the chanting of the chanting was heard, like the singing of the gods, the prayers of the immortals, heavy and sacred, Enlightenment.

Yuan Hong’s Yuanshen stepped into the vision, carefully observed the way of operation, careful careful attention to the meticulous differences, the use of infuriating, the control of the power, everything is printed in the heart.

Yuan Hong smashed the silk, and the gods hand waved, and even the spectacle of the spectacle was unraveled, and the layers were continuously scattered, turning into a line of lines, intertwined with each other to form a pattern.

The feelings of the silk flashed into Yuan Hong’s heart. He was very surprised. He never thought that this would be the case. There is a kind of breaking the fog and seeing the joy of the source. The use of the original power can be like this, and the operation of the Tao can be like this!

For a while, he was so intoxicated, some obsessed, and the joy of his heart emerged!

Yuan Hong’s Yuanshen is running very fast, with a super computer. I don’t know how many times it works. It’s bright and bright, and the scorpion is blooming in a strange glow.

He understood the analysis, the small hand could not help but start to move, a line appeared at his fingertips, constantly beating, entangled with each other, slowly sketching a pattern.

puff!

Suddenly, the lines were scattered and disappeared. Yuan Hong frowned and sighed: "No! What is wrong? The air is not smooth enough, the strength is not confined evenly, and my control is not detailed enough."

The pattern disappeared, and the strength of his spirit, it is difficult to do nothing wrong, or there are mistakes, a nowhere, leading to all the line collapse.

Then, Yuan Hong shot again, his heart flowed into the rhythm of the mood, the lines between the fingers continued to pulsate, very spiritual, and his spirits surged out, grasping every detail.

But still unsuccessful, or collapsed, let Yuan Hong begin to reflect, and then he tried again and again, all ended in failure, until hundreds of times, suddenly his mind realized, and he painted it in one go.

“嗡······”

The pattern formed, constantly trembled, and sent out a strange frequency, and then showed a spectacle, exactly the same as Yuan Hong's simulation. The two strange scenes echoed, the frequency was consistent, and the fluctuations coincided.

"call······"

Although it is the Yuanshen, Yuan Hong is still a long breath. This is a basic Taoist book. The reason is that he has already realized it, but he did not expect to construct the same law. It is so difficult.

This is different from the fight, it is meticulous, starting from the core of the most source, completely understand all its secrets, at this moment Yuan Hong can raise the hand, and the power is very varied.

Even the predecessors who created this book, I am afraid that Yuan Hong is not proficient, and it is even more impossible for him to enter the bone marrow in such detail. Sometimes the birth of the treasure is born from the realization of nature, and few people analyze its roots.

"Failed more than 500 times! It is really grinding people!" Yuan Hongyi, if he is determined, he will give up.

Unusual monks do not have a lot of perseverance and are so tough, and there is no such opportunity as Yuan Hong. Morality has condensed time and space, so that the years can not flow, time can not be added, time does not exist here.

Otherwise, Yuan Hong has so much time to enlighten?

His current state is that the flesh is in reality, the **** is in nothing, and the time between the two is different. The time here is almost stopped, so that he can squander as he pleases.

"next"

Yuan Hong stepped, before coming to another spectacle, began to analyze again, the same snagging, and opened the fog to see a pattern of lines.

He kept trying, conscientiously understanding the research, the brain was spinning fast, and one mistake was found. One by one was dissected by him, entangled with each other, combined with each other, and succeeded again after hundreds of failures.

Another identical spectacle emerged, the two were the same, the atmosphere was the same, the frequency of the fluctuations coincided, and the constant humming made Yuan Hong happy, and then he and the previous one confirmed some similarities.

Different roads, but the techniques are similar, there are always coincident points!

Next, Yuan Hong was excited. He was full of excitement and thoroughly invested in it. He was completely obsessed with it. One after another, the spectacle was dissected by him and then simulated.

His gods danced and danced, and they could hardly suppress themselves. This kind of pleasure is no less than enlightenment. It is also very exciting and excited. Yuan Hong feels that he has seen another world.

At this moment, there is only one point in his mind, one line, the constant combination of entanglement, changing different patterns, all sorts of strange, unconstrained.

If the years can flow, time can go forward, do not know how long it will take?

Maybe it is ten years, maybe a hundred years, maybe a millennium. In short, it must be a very long period of time. Yuan Hong is obsessed with it, forgets everything, and only has a spectacle in his eyes.

However, the years here can not be added, the time is confined, destined to achieve Yuan Hong, he developed a pattern, constantly confirming, and then change freely, the harvest is unimaginable.

This kind of thing, no one will believe when you say it, you can't even think about it, even the myths and legends do not exist. Since ancient times, there has never been such a thing!

The Holy Land, known as the immortal inheritance, has never heard of anyone who can do this?

Perhaps only the legendary natural saints can do it, but this qualification goes beyond the king body and the time is almost invisible!

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