Chapter 583 on the bright moon

Qin Yan continued to meditate and cultivate his spirit. It was not until more than half a day before he adjusted his body to its best condition.

He is not in a hurry to overcome the disaster, because his heart has not completely calmed down. It is not a good idea to force the washing of the heart with such an untransparent state of mind.

And he hasn't decided whether to break the barrier with blood or with a sword. This is related to his pursuit of the road in the future, and he has to choose carefully.

In terms of mystery, the divine power of blood is far better than the imperial art, and the fifth heavy blood can simulate the magic power of Buddhism, which can be comparable to the seventh "impeccable" realm of imperial art. But in the same way, the danger and unprecability of blood are much greater than that of imperial art, which may be the end of explosion and death. Huang Fan's tragic ending is ahead, and Qin Yan is really not sure.

He closed his eyes and thought hard and couldn't make a decision, so he stood up, pushed the door and walked out.

He stood in front of the roof railing and looked down at the figures of people coming and going in the bustling town, soothing his body and allowing the morning wind to blow. The surging power pulsed regularly and scattered into every corner of his body. He controlled every trace of energy and felt an unprecedented comfort and joy, as if he could embrace everything between heaven and earth in front of him.

The golden sun shines on his face, with a sudden and cheerful feeling.

Do you have resentment? The enemy forced me step by step to take away what should belong to me, which is difficult to swallow anyway.

Are you annoyed? If it hadn't been impetuous, eager for revenge, and thought more in advance, it wouldn't have fallen into such a field.

Are you anxious? If you can't succeed before the end of the Taoist conference, you will miss a good opportunity and find it difficult to recover it.

The heaviest part is still fear. If you take this step out of today, there will be no way back. If you don't make it, you will be smashed to pieces.

If I die, what will happen to Sister Yu?

......

My heart is difficult to solve and resentment is difficult to calm down, but if my mind is broad enough, I should not only pay attention to this detail. Everything has its own fate, and it should never shake my original state of mind.

Have you forgotten your heroic wish? When things are coming, how can you hesitate? Isn't this the opportunity I've been looking forward to for a long time? Where is the pure teenager who was fearless and said, "My heart to the Tao has never been cut off for a day?"

In the world, in love/desire, they die alone and come alone. When it comes to the most interesting, bitter and happy place, you deserve it, and there is no generation.

This is the path I chose. If I take this step, everything in the world will be separated from me. All kinds of vulgar ideas are left behind. I hold my sword, break through the thorns, and die without regret!

When he thought of this, his chest was clear, and he looked up to the sky and laughed a few times. Suddenly, he drew his sword and shouted to the sky, "Come on!"

There is no need to hide his heart with the lonely darkness and fade away the resentment. He stands upright and let the sun shine. Looking at the wind and clouds in the distance change, the sunlight turns into a little scales, rippling like a ripple.

The thoughts and miscellaneous thoughts that drifted away in the middle of the night are also like this ripple, and you can't distinguish the original appearance.

There is no choice but to fight to death.

He wants to break through the barrier with the sword in his hand and leave the seed of golden lotus for Han blood.

The wind rose, dark clouds gathered in the dome, and the sky suddenly became gloomy.

He felt and heard the approaching Sanskrit singing.

At this moment, he finally saw a corner of the "creation" realm again.

This time, he caught the shadow of Shen Yun and would never let it slip away from his hand.

He began to dance the sword, very light and slow, slowly, and followed the traces of Shen Yun seriously and cautiously.

The sword walks with him, not fierce at all, can't afford to wear clothes, and has no sword spirit. Compared with the domineering scene when he waved his sword in the past, it is like a child's trick.

But this almost child-like trick has caused great changes in the atmosphere of heaven and earth. At the same time, strong winds and sand fly and stones are blowing on the mountains and fields hundreds of miles. The wind direction refers to this small figure on the roof of Ebony Town.

The extremely strong aura was poured into his body whether he wanted to or not.

His sword is still slow, because the enemy this sword refers to is not someone else, but his own heart.

The sword of creation is not for killing, but for refining the heart.

No one knows the danger contained in this seemingly calm scene.

If you don't have a clear sword heart, you can't resist this extreme sword. At this moment, you have fallen into madness, roaring wildly, and being squeezed to death by the aura.

Only a higher realm than the seventh layer of imperial art can resist the offensive of sword spirit and aura.

At this time, his body was out of his control and he couldn't help dancing. The only thing he can control is a human heart that no longer exists.

He meditated on the Golden Lotus Sutra in his heart, allowing the power of the road to wash his body, break the shackles, and cut off the mark...

'The mark has been removed. What should I do when I meet my master?'

This idea flashed in his heart, and suddenly felt that the veins of the spiritual platform had an unstable trend. He quickly calmed down, removed all delusions, and thoroughly washed his heart. Even if external forces were added to block the sky and the earth, there was no flaw.

He finally regained control of his body.

Three thousand avenues are vast and profound. He has chosen his own path and experienced the existence of the road.

Daozu once said that Taoism is Taoist and very Taoism. But for Qin Yan, Tao is unspeakable, and he can't speak. Just to describe that charm is enough to make people miserable and exhaust their time. He has no Taoist ability. It is fortunate that he can touch the corner of the road before the age of a weak crown. How dare he regenerate other delusions?

He only wants to imprint his soul on the selected road, and he is satisfied.

The Buddha's voice sings in his heart, and there is a light guiding in front of him.

Although the phantom flower is not bad. The illusion of all sentient beings. Still disillusioned. All illusions are extinguished. I don't feel moved. According to the illusion. Also known as Fantasy. If you say you have a feeling. Still unreal. Those who are unconscious. The same is true. That's why. Disillusion is called motion..."

The long sword turns into a disease.

The clothes are flying, the silver light is sprinkled, and the golden scales are rolled upside down.

Countless paths seem to have cut through the silver blades of space, blooming silently like a lotus. The appearance of the city is fleeting.

This is the peak swordsmanship.

The heart disaster has passed, and the next step is to break the porch and plant Taoist fruits.

Dark clouds cover the sky and the sky is dark.

There is lightning and thunder in the clouds, and I don't know when there has been a torrential rain. The bean-sized raindrops fell on the ground, and the crackling sound was fierce and rapid. A pair of hands in the dark pushed all this and celebrated the birth of a Tianyuan master in such a passionate way!

But it's too early to celebrate.

On the dark ground, people sheltered from the rain in the house. Suddenly, they only heard a thunderbolt, which made their ears buzz and tremble. At the same time, they also seemed to hear a sound of dragons in the clouds.