Chapter 210 Gathering Souls, Wutianji

The morning sun raised its head from under the mountains, and the dense golden light shuttled between the mountains.

Slowly turning around, An Bochen looked into the distance of Rihua, like the joy of waking up from a big dream drowning him. In a trance, An Bochen seemed to see another himself, standing in the other world, looking through the smile of hundreds of millions of people.

"Please die."

subconsciously, An Bochen blurted out.

The moment the words fell, An Bochen raised his head and saw the canopy fall from thousands of miles high, and the sunlight peeled off, turning into a dark haze that enveloped him. The mountain plain on the soles of his feet also rose, holding up An Bochen's soul and facing the squeezed canopy.

Returning the soul to the body is the law of heaven and earth, and it is against the sky. Now, An Bochen also wants to invite the soul of his life, gather the three souls, and hug them into a baby, which is even more unacceptable to heaven and earth.

An Bochen stepped on the ground, with his head above the sky and standing straight between heaven and earth. Although it is an illusory image, the pressure from heaven and earth is extremely clear. An Bochen persists with only the trace of obsession in his heart, and abruptly bears the heavy pressure from heaven and earth that is difficult to estimate.

According to common sense, only a divine master who breaks the three-foot void has the possibility of wandering out of his body. After breaking through the realm of the divine master, you can gather the three souls in your body, hug them into a baby, and refine your own soul. An Bochen divided one step into three steps. First, the soul of the earth came out of his body and was ignorant. He could only run but could not fly high. He was afraid of the things of golden fire, and he was born at night and day. Later, he refined the heavenly soul and gathered the two souls of heaven and earth. His mind was clear, and he could fly high, swim in the water, and walked day and night.

The heavenly soul travels through the clouds, and you need to swallow the thunder to refine it. After gathering the two souls of heaven and earth, you only need to refine the soul to become a real soul. But An Bochen was a piece of white paper in front of him. He guessed whether he could gather the two souls of heaven and earth. Fortunately, he came. Regardless of his hard thinking, he couldn't figure out how to refine his soul, but in today's enlightenment, he finally took an extremely critical step in his cultivation path.

There is an essential difference between the soul of life and the two souls of heaven and earth. The soul of the earth is driven by the earth, the soul of heaven swims in the sky, and the soul of life lives in the body, guarding the mind and mind. Therefore, if you want to refine the soul of life, you can't rely on external things. Even if An Bochen swallows the thunder day and night, he can only strengthen the heavenly soul. The key to refining the soul of life lies in the heart of the person who practices Taoism. Refine it with your heart and summon the soul that guards the heart.

An Bochen killed Yuan Sanlang and abandoned the hesitation and weakness rooted in the depths of his heart because of his humble birth. From then on, he strode forward and no longer hesitated. The road is long, and there is something to give up. After putting it down, he can he pick it up. The boulder that pressed him no longer exists, and the soul of life also wakes up and is released from the body of Da Kuang, looking forward to An Bochen from afar.

With his head on the sky and his feet on the ground, An Bochen felt the eagerness that came from the other side, and his heart was also filled with joy.

The pressure from heaven and earth was light, and An Bochen shouted, "Please live!"

"Wow!"

The strong wind swept from all directions. In the whistling of the wind and whispers, An Bochen could faintly hear a low sound. The low voice was mixed with joy. As the soul of life flew over the other side and flew to An Bochen, the low voice became clearer and clearer.

The world opened again, and An Bochen's soul was shocked. He looked up at another self from far to near, and the excitement in his heart could not be suppressed.

It seems that after sleeping for thousands of years, it has finally woken up, and it seems that the flesh and blood of the long journey has finally returned.

But at this moment, from the sky, there is a crack in the sky, the vortex flows, the purple tide surges, and the lightning and thunder.

The soul of life finally arrived, and it was also a vague shadow, bowing respectfully to the two souls of heaven and earth, and then took a step forward.

Three souls gather together.

"Hum!"

An Bochen's mind roared. He only felt that the world collapsed and the world fell. He was the only one left in the vast and endless void. Thousands of mysterious dances were within his reach, including all kinds of truths in the world, and there was no omission.

The thunder came again. An Bochen opened his eyes, walked out of the imaginary void, looked up at the thunder tide permeating the sky and clouds, and his face was eager to try.

An Bochen has gathered three souls, but it is just an aggregation, and has not refined the soul into the original soul body.

The real integration of the three souls is not so simple. You need to go through the process from birth to death and turning into a baby.

The purple thunder on the sea was finally piled up and crumbling.

An Bochen calmly looked at the thunder, and the deep purple thunderlight rolled in his eyes, and occasionally rolled with the three potentials of feng shui and fire.

As soon as his eyes closed, the thunderbolt fell.

As early as in Liujing, An Bochen's two souls of heaven and earth had survived the seven thunder disasters. The monks traveled through thousands of worlds, but God was thinking about it all the time. At present, An Bochen gathered three souls, and it was naturally eight thunderstorms falling from the sky.

The eight-fold thunder is endless and vast, just like the sea tide rolling down from the clouds to An Bochen.

An Bochen faced the purple thunder and was fearless.

In a blink of an eye, he was submerged by the thunder sea, and his soul body was torn into tens of thousands, turning into powder and wandering.

Walking on the edge of life and death, An Bochen only felt careless, but there was a trace of obsession in the dark, scattered in every soul body.

The morning sun rose slowly and gradually climbed to the middle of the sky.

Flowing gold like a glow, falling into the green mountains and wilderness.

I don't know how long it took, the eight-fold thunder sea slowly faded, was sucked into the abdomen by the mountains, and the tens of millions of soul grains scattered around the cliff twisted and gradually gathered.

Thunder disaster crosses life and death, from birth to death, and then Nirvana is reborn, just like a newborn baby who has been reincarnated. The big dream wakes up and begins to be reborn.

Under the flowing gold, thousands of particles of water and milk * blend, but it is no longer a vague virtual shadow. Although the "people" standing on the edge of the cliff are not seen by the naked eyes of the creatures in the world, they have hands and legs, noses and eyes, eyebrows and eyes. If a master passes by at this time, he will be surprised to see a person with long hair as well as his waist. A young man with a ethereal nature.

To this day, after eight thunderstorms, An Bochen finally refined the three souls of heaven and earth, hugged them into a baby, and gathered the soul.

The soul of the earth can travel far but can't fly high. It is afraid of golden fire and the sun. The heavenly soul can fly high, walking day and night, not afraid of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, but there is still a seven-day period of enlightenment. Only the soul of the three souls is almost unconstrained, within the reach of the heart, and can change into everything in the world.

"Dragon!"

An Bochen said.

In a blink of an eye, it was no longer a long-haired teenager, but an eight-clawed dragon with teeth and claws.

Take off the body and travel around the world. Everything is undisturbed and unrestrained.

An Bo dust returned to his original form, crossed his knees on the ground, and quietly tasted the pleasure of being free from things.

But at this time, there was a dense purple tide between the clouds, and the stronger and powerful thunder was slowly brewing.

Ordinary gods refine the three souls, and there will also be thunderstorms when they gather into babies, but it's just a layer of thunder. An Bochen divided it into three steps, which had already violated the common law, but when he killed a snake in the capital that year, he crossed the level with the body of his two souls to attract seven thunder, which was even more against the sky. Since he ignored the laws and regulations of heaven and earth and unconsciously, God naturally no longer used the ordinary way of An Bochen.

As soon as the eight thunderstorms fell, the nine thunderstorms have come into being.

People are a drop in the world. Although thousands of worlds are huge and have no friends, they are still crawling under the sky.

Although monasy is occasionally rebellious, most of the time it conforms to God's will, goes out day and night according to the law of nature, and cultivates at four o'clock.

The fight between man and heaven is no different from shaking the tree. In the end, it will only be you who will be unlucky.

Standing up, An Bochen looked at the nine thunderstorms that were about to fall. He only felt a roar in his mind. Before the thunderbolt arrived, the strong pressure had come to his face.

The mountains and rivers are smashed, and the earth is flat...

This time it was not An Bochen's feeling, but what he saw with his own eyes.

The world in the screen crawled under the pressure of the thunder, trembling and shaking. The high mountains and rivers in the distance collapsed and shattered into powder. The vast land also collapsed, and in a blink of an eye, it had split into a deep valley and abyss.

An Bochen only thought that he and Yuan Sanlang were trapped in the magic weapon. The magic weapon was naturally obtained by Shangguan Waner, but he did not know that at the moment he killed Yuan Sanlang, the magic weapon had changed owners and turned to him.

It is the limit of An Bochen to bear the eight thunders. The nine thunders are the most ferocious thunders. If it is under the pressure of the brain, An Bochen will definitely be scattered and suddenly killed on the spot. Fortunately, the magic weapon was psychic, and he first divided half of the pressure for An Bochen, but it also made God feel more and more interesting. The nine-fold thunder was like smoke, and he no longer left his hand and bombarded overwhelmingly.