Qi Wuhuo bid farewell to the Northern Emperor. He chose to protect the Seal of Mount Dongyue by himself, crossed the demon clan, went to the human world, and returned the seal to Hou Tu Huang Di Ji, who was severely injured eight thousand years ago and had not yet recovered. He killed General Teng Snake with the first level, and Qi Wuhuo's body was also approaching its limit.

If it weren't for the primordial Qi that is endless, the Qi of the earth could also rely on the power of the earth veins to continuously nourish itself.

With that kind of extremely powerful outburst of Yuan Qi just now, Qi Wuhuo would have been exhausted long ago.

But it was very strange. He had clearly reached his limit at this moment, but the murderous intent and fighting spirit that had been fiercely fought to the extreme before still filled his heart and refused to dissipate. Qi Wuhuo rushed for a long time. The faster he ran, the more he could feel his own murderous intent rising and boiling in his body.

But at this moment, he had to practice the technique that Yun Qin learned from the Great Dao Lord to conceal the secrets of his qi.

The Qi within oneself becomes more and more aroused.

But it cannot be disseminated outside.

So it became more and more suppressed, more and more majestic, and more and more turbulent. The young Taoist only felt that his body was burning, like a ball of fire in his dantian. The flames traveled along his own qi throughout his body, as if to burn out his soul. Finally, the convergence and turbulence of this qi, the stillness and movement reached the extreme. Qi Wuhuo paused, instinctively restrained the qi in his body, and his face flushed.

murderous look--

Qi Wuhuo's own skills are an integration of the Purple Star Emperor Qi Sutra, the original ancestral Qi, and the Qi of the earth.

Watching these three great ways and gaining enlightenment was something that no one had done before. Who could have imagined that the extremely cold murderous aura could be so overbearing and fierce? Qi Wuhuo looked around and did not find any trace of the enemy. He knew in his heart that he needed to find a place where he could regulate his own Qi to avoid hurting his roots.

However, this place is the country of the demons, and whether it is in the mountains or in the forests, it cannot be said to be completely safe.

Even though Qi Wuhuo was familiar with methods of concealing his breath and the art of deceiving the eye, and had already sealed the holy fetus with the Buddhist Garbha-dhatu Mandala Formation, it was still not safe enough. He looked around and finally saw a forest. He stepped into the ground here using his magical power of burrowing into the ground, not by escaping underground.

The order given to him by Lady Yuanjun of Yuanying allowed him to breathe in and out deep under the earth.

Qi Wuhuo felt a brief sense of safety.

While maintaining the Dao Lord's method of concealing his Qi, he forcibly mobilized and controlled his own Qi, trying to calm his own body, break the rituals, seize the holy fetus, charge forward, kill powerful enemies in the battle, and his own body undergoes strange changes. Even if he is extremely tough, he has reached his limit at this moment.

Qi Wuhuo actually fell into a deep sleep in this earth without realizing it.

With a solid foundation in Taoism, it reached its limit during the fighting. At this moment, his soul was in the cauldron. From the visualization of the Qi Cauldron, one side of it could be seen to be slightly lit up. His soul was quiet, and gradually, Qi Wuhuo's breathing gradually disappeared. However, although his breathing disappeared, his vitality remained. In the end, the ups and downs of his body, which was deeper than his breathing, the so-called [Breath of All Things] also gradually calmed down under the earth.

The rotation of movement and stillness, the extreme of yin and yang.

When the young Taoist was in a deep sleep, he seemed to see two forces.

Two completely different forces!

It is vast and boundless, majestic and upright.

It is cool and gloomy, yet quiet and vast, encompassing everything.

One seems to be yang, the way of heaviness, held in the left palm; the other seems to be yin, sharp as a sword, transformed in the right hand.

One is Yuqing!

One is Shangqing!

Qi Wuhuo felt that this power was becoming more and more powerful, oppressing him to the point where he could not bear it anymore. The experience of turning the sky with his left hand and robbing the sword with his right hand reappeared in his mind. The two surrounded him and flowed rapidly. It seemed that it was a position that could never be challenged, and a rule that could never be reversed. However, where Qi Wuhuo's mind changed, yin and yang actually reversed!

The unique skills of the two lineages, Yuqing and Shangqing, are actually no longer different from each other.

And I am in it, rotating and changing, and its mysteries are endless.

Qi Wuhuo suddenly realized in the dark while his soul was sleeping: "Yuqing Yuanshi's Dao is the beginning of everything, and Jiejian Badao is the end of all laws and principles. In fact, they are equivalent to the beginning and end of the Dao. So their own paths are actually the same and consistent."

"Just like a road, is the intersection where this road starts from this road? No."

"Is this the intersection where this road ends? No."

"It's because other people saw the side view that they thought about the Yuqing Way and the Shangqing Way."

"That's not them..."

"That's how the disciples see them."

"In fact, even the Three Pure Ones are all one."

boom!!!!

The moment cognition changes, it triggers changes in the soul and mind.

Therefore, the power and supernatural powers in the body no longer have the distinction between turning the sky with the left hand and robbing the sword with the right hand. Turning the sky can be robbing the sword, and the way of robbing the sword is also turning the sky. Originally the three religions are one thing, why bother to divide you, me and him? The young Taoist lay on his side under the earth with a peaceful brow. Suddenly he let out a long breath, and his breath of life suddenly returned to complete tranquility.

Strands of clear blue air as clear as the sky emanated from the young Taoist like mist. Right behind him, right above his body, it transformed into the appearance of a Taoist with clear features and a jade crown on his head. He looked as majestic as a god, but also had Qi, making him the immortal yang god.

God out of the scene!

The young Taoist fell asleep during this short rest in such extreme danger and exhaustion, and it was an unprecedented sound sleep.

The Tao is like this, and all things are like this. The opposite is the movement of Tao, and the weak is the use of Tao.

The reverse means going back and forth, movement and stillness are like this, yin and yang are like this, so you can get the most peaceful sleep in the most intense fight.

When in the deepest part of his consciousness, when his understanding of the Tao of Shangqing Yuqing was transformed, causing the rotation of yin and yang and finally turning into chaos, Qi Wuhuo was suddenly startled. In the deepest part of his dream, he saw a back figure, a back figure that could only be seen in the deepest part of his true spirit when he realized that all things are Tao and the Three Pure Ones are no exception.

He has white hair, tied up with a wooden hairpin, and wears a plain Taoist robe.

It is so far away, so high, and so unfathomable.

It was a white-haired old man, who seemed to be walking on a never-ending road. Only his back could be vaguely seen. In the dream, the young Taoist took a step forward, chasing forward step by step, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not get closer to the white-haired old man.

He walked quickly, while the old man walked calmly, keeping the same distance.

He was running fast, and the old man was walking calmly. He was running wildly, and the old man was still walking calmly.

After an unknown amount of time, the young Taoist felt tired, but when he looked up, he saw the old man in front of him. He had a kind face, gentle eyes, and white hair like frost and snow, looking at him right in front of him. So Qi Wuhuo straightened his clothes, bowed slightly, and said, "Teacher."

"No doubts?"

"Have you seen the direction of the Tao?"

The old man seemed to sigh.

Some are comforting, and some are incredible.

Qi Wuhuo dreamed of his teacher and replied, "It's just that I got Fantian and Jiejian and used the magical powers of the two Dao ancestors to get a glimpse of it, that's all."

"That's all...?"

The old man paused as he stroked his beard.

He looked at the young Taoist priest, and was speechless for a moment, as if in a dream.

I haven't said anything for a long time.

The young Taoist just waited quietly, while the old man in the dream looked at his disciple, suddenly smiled and sighed, slowed down his pace, waved, let the young man walk to his side, and then motioned him to walk side by side with him for a while, looking at the vast surroundings and the endless road ahead, he gently asked:

"No doubt, no doubt."

"Did you ever relax for a moment while practicing cultivation?"

The young Taoist replied, "No."

"Yeah?"

The old man stroked his beard and asked his disciple with a smile, saying leisurely:

"Then I'm going to test you."

"[Carrying the spirit and soul and embracing the One, can there be no separation?]?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Yes."

The old man continued to ask with a smile:

“[If you concentrate your energy and make it gentle, can you become like a baby?]”

The young Taoist still answered in his dream:

"【able】."

Then the old man laughed, patted his shoulder and left, saying, "Shangshan!"

The chaotic dream of the unity of yin and yang suddenly shattered.

He opened his eyes, and as his consciousness gathered, the strange scene behind him turned into pure Qi again and fell into the Qi Cauldron. At this moment, his Yuanshen had begun to merge with Qi, which meant that his Yuanshen had partially merged with Qi, and that his life had begun to move closer to a realm beyond the earthly world.

The practice of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head and the Four Correct Gates.

The breath is settled, it’s done.

The four levels are: sympathy, which means the interaction between heaven and earth; matchmaking, which is the combination of the five elements; tranquility, which is the tranquility of my primordial spirit; and breath stability, which is the change of breath. Others who practice Taoism all search up and down and practice hard. They are extremely happy when they can obtain one of them. They look for secret books of magic weapons, and treasures from heaven and earth, in order to complete one of the four levels, cultivate the Yang God, and gather the three flowers at the top of the head.

The most profound and mysterious.

Half of it has been obtained.

Take its true meaning!

…

After Qi Wuhuo opened his eyes, he was surrounded by the earth. He didn't know how long he had been in seclusion this time. He only knew that his Qi had been completely restrained and restored to peace. His spirit and Qi had begun to merge. His injuries had also begun to recover for the most part thanks to the martial arts he created under the guidance of Taoist Qingyu.

Taoist Qingyu has expressed a little approval of his physique.

It seems to be in its mouth.

To have this kind of physical strength and recovery ability is considered to be just barely acceptable, not bad.

But even though the senior was not so satisfied with Qi Wuhuo's physical strength, he showed extremely strong endurance at this time. Qi Wuhuo felt that now, even if he was surrounded and attacked by General Tengshe and the other three again, he would not fall into the previous predicament.

Enough to kill it faster and then break through and escape.

Qi Wuhuo leaned against the rock under the earth alone, his mind was calm, his fingers casually sketched something on this space, he didn't want to write anything deliberately, but his mind was still sinking, recalling his experiences during this period of time, the young Taoist almost knew the current situation.

The Ten Kings of Hell can barely constrain the boundary between life and death, but the Five Ghost Emperors are still ready to make a move.

The demon clan is growing stronger and stronger, while the human emperor is the only one who can rule the country.

The Four Imperial Gods do not match each other.

If the Buddha does not come out, the thirteen Buddhist sects will fight among themselves.

Finally, the young Taoist raised his hand, looked at the words, looked at all the changes he had witnessed in person during this period of time, and thought to himself, no matter right or wrong, no matter his position, if he could more directly infer the changes in the situation, what kind of changes would make the world like this now? The young Taoist made an inference in his heart, and finally wrote down four words with his fingers.

[The Jade Emperor is ill].

He raised his finger and looked at the four words he had written, "The Jade Emperor is ill." At least, the reincarnation of Haotian, who had once suppressed the second catastrophe with his force and laid the foundation for the current order of heaven and earth, has lost his once tyrannical oppression over the immortals and Buddhas in the sky. Otherwise, the current situation would never be what it is now.

Everything is changing, order will be damaged, and all the six realms of the world and countless living beings will be affected by this.

This is the measuring kalpa.

When Qi Wuhuo was about to write down the word "Liangjie", a powerful spiritual reminder made him wave his hand suddenly and erase the two terms "Liangjie" and "Jade Emperor". Then he concentrated all his efforts on restraining his mind and self, and it was not until a long time later that he slowly relaxed.

He is completely different from the familiar gentleman in gray.

Never go against your own soul.

The young Taoist priest looked a little tired, sitting alone in this deep, dark and silent place.

The only sound I could hear was my own breathing becoming smoother and smoother.

It seemed that he had dreamt of his teacher again in the previous dream, but he could not see anything when he opened his eyes, and there were no familiar voices or little guys around him. It was also as if he had seen through the dullness of this era. The young Taoist seemed to feel a little lonely again, but this loneliness was soon broken by his Taoist heart. He lowered his eyes, and his hair drooped slightly.

But at this moment, there suddenly appeared a persistent and stubborn stream of magical power that quickly locked onto Qi Wuhuo.

Qi Wuhuo opened his eyes slightly: "Huh?! I've been found..."

The magical light fell quickly and finally changed under the guidance of the young Taoist priest.

A voice rang out: "No confusion, no confusion!!!"

The flow of magic power was like the undulation of light dust. The young Taoist saw the cold-faced but warm-featured girl staring at him with wide eyes: "Hey, hey, hey!!! Wuhuo, where have you been for the past month!!!"

"I can't even find you!"

Qi Wuhuo was shocked. He was at a loss for a moment as he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him who appeared from the sky like a robber and disrupted his life. Yun Qin looked around with wide eyes and asked in confusion: "Where are the little guys? Why are you the only one left?"

The young Taoist replied, "They are not with me now."

“Oh, I see.”

Yun Qin felt a little regretful: "I also want to see the little medicine spirit dance."

The young Taoist smiled gently: "What a pity, next time I will find it and let it jump for you."

Yunqin looked at the young Taoist over there and said, "Wuhuo Wuhuo, are you okay now?"

Qi Wuhuo didn't want to make her worry, so he concealed his situation and just smiled gently and said, "Nothing, you asked me now... In fact, all living beings come to this world and naturally have their own choices. No one will accompany anyone forever, whether it is parents, children, or friends, it is the same."

The girl looked at Qi Wuhuo in front of her and asked doubtfully, "Wuhuo, do you feel a little uncomfortable?"

"You probably don't like separation."

Qi Wuhuo was stunned. He himself did not notice this. He just shook his head and smiled:

"No."

Yunqin widened her eyes and asked, "Really?"

Qi Wuhuo looked at his palms, but when Yun Qin mentioned it, he still felt a little calm. Everyone will leave. He lowered his eyes, and it seemed that there were still familiar people around him. His parents left because of natural disasters, his master left, his teacher left, and he also left the town. He came all the way, made friends all the way, and said goodbye all the way.

So I was left alone to face the world alone. This would last forever. Qi Wuhuo smiled quietly and said:

“It’s been like this from the beginning.”

Yun Qin looked at him, looked at the Tai Shang Xuan Wei of this door, and said seriously: "You look like this, you are obviously very aggrieved, aggrieved why your parents suffered such a disaster, aggrieved why your teacher left you, aggrieved why your friends left you, you are obviously very aggrieved."

Qi Wuhuo subconsciously retorted: "I don't. Everyone has their own decisions and choices."

"I can't possibly have that kind of grievance... Isn't that using each other's feelings to kidnap others?"

"They don't belong to me!"

The young Taoist subconsciously raised his voice and became more resolute. Yun Qin stared at him with wide eyes and said, "Hey, hey, hey! Wuhuo, are you angry? You are obviously feeling aggrieved, as if everything is leaving you. You look like you have been 'thrown away'!"

"Why do you have to be so reasonable and so knowledgeable?"

The young Taoist realized that his tone had become higher and harder, and he refuted his friend's advice so vigorously, almost as if they were arguing. He didn't know what to say, but somehow, he could hear the rain where Jinzhou fell when he fled alone, and the sound of an eight or nine-year-old child stumbling into the town and trying to build a house by himself.

The house could not be repaired, and I watched everyone leave while I curled up in the leaky house listening to the rain.

He suddenly realized that in terms of the importance he attached to these relationships, he seemed to still be the child who escaped alone from Jinzhou.

The young Taoist looked a little sad. Yun Qin glanced at him quietly, and finally said a little embarrassedly:

"Okay, I was wrong. Wuhuo, you don't feel wronged. Not at all."

"No one has abandoned you. Just like you said, they, Wonton, Xiao Yaoling, and any teachers, parents, and friends are not yours. It is natural to have separations, so it does not count as abandonment."

She saw the Taoist boy reveal his quiet temperament for the first time, and the not-so-delicate girl became a little annoyed. She pinched her hair, then used her magical power, and the starlight gathered to reveal her figure. She grabbed the Taoist boy's wrist, her fingers were cold and delicate, and then the girl deliberately said in a tone that you have made a big profit:

"Okay, okay, it's okay, don't be so unhappy."

"None of them belong to you."

"But I'm yours, I'm yours, okay?!"

"No matter what, no matter who leaves, I will never leave you!"

"Alright? Seriously!"

The girl's phantom sat in front of the young Taoist, looked at the boy with wide eyes, and held her chin with both hands: "Speaking of which, Wuhuo, where are you? Do you want me to sneak down and travel with you for a while?"

“It seems very interesting!”