Deep Space Beyond

In the mountain forest, a simple thatched hut, accompanied by vines and clear springs, is not very far from a clear lake. This area is peaceful and quiet.

Outside the thatched hut, there are bluestone tables and stone piers, and tall osmanthus trees with gold threads and silver leaves.

This is a rare birth experience. Wang Xuan is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and there is no intrusion of wild beasts and monsters. He temporarily escapes from the world, reads golden bamboo slips, and thinks about the future.

In the past two months, his strength has improved even on Nova whose supermatter has been depleted.

"Mist, the first small realm of transcendence. The first time I stepped in, I saw darkness in my flesh and blood, and there was heavy fog everywhere." Wang Xuan was thinking about the path of cultivation.

"I think that the first person who stepped into this field must be very confused and hesitant. When he looked at himself, he was trapped in the fog of flesh and blood, and he couldn't see the next path."

In order to better comprehend the law and walk the road to the future, he put himself into the mood and thoughts of the first generation of superhumans long ago, and started from scratch.

"Light the lamp, tear through the fog with a strong will, accumulate enough spiritual energy, gradually see the way forward, and break free from the shackles of the spiritual cage."

Wang Xuan feels that this is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Perhaps many of the first generation of extraordinary people have never left the foggy realm of flesh and blood.

"Tempering the spiritual realm, like hanging a lamp, illuminating the night sky of longevity!"

He believes that it was very remarkable that someone established this belief and pointed out the general direction, and perhaps it was not the effort of a generation at all.

"With the light of spirit, illuminate the extraordinary night sky of eternal silence, and embark on the road of longevity!" Wang Xuan was inscribed on the bluestone table.

He was quite touched. Just imagine that in that age of drowsiness and blood, in the harsh environment of competing with all kinds of beasts and monsters, it was really amazing that early humans could have this kind of enlightenment.

"If the person who established this belief is still alive and still walking on the road of exploring the extraordinary, I think he or she must be uniquely powerful."

If such a person lives in this world, there is no reason not to be strong.

After two months of cultivation, comprehending the golden bamboo slips, and comparing the scriptures on the slate, Wang Xuan's strength has improved, and he has come to the end of the realm of burning lamps.

Burning the lamp, the light of spirit illuminates the road ahead, he has already seen the field of life and soil, and stepping into that realm is just around the corner!

"The soil of life, the beginning of all dharmas, is the place where the extraordinary stands. Both pre-Qin alchemists and Taoists attach great importance to this place. It can support life, and it is also the original place where extraordinary life accumulates health machines."

The so-called life soil can't find its corresponding tangible place among the flesh and blood viscera, but it really exists. When the lamp comes to the end, if you go a step further, you will be able to stand in the life soil.

"If the supernatural subsides, will it start with the decay of life soil? The collapse of the beginning of all methods, the place to support life, and the place of the supernatural at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty are extremely important."

Wang Xuan got up, the grass and trees in front of him were fresh and the environment was beautiful, like a pure land outside the world, but there was a lack of super substances.

Some time ago, he often went to various temples and Taoist temples to absorb mysterious factors, and his flesh and blood was almost saturated.

In addition, whether it is the flying boat or Huang Chengcheng's gourd, there are also a lot of mysterious factors stored.

But two months of cultivation, comprehension of scriptures, and support for him until now, have consumed almost the same amount.

He read the golden bamboo slips and compared the scriptures on the slate, just to find a way, and to be able to walk even after the supernatural substances are exhausted.

But now, thinking about it, he felt that it was too difficult.

If three years later, the supernatural dissipates, the errors of the world are corrected, everything returns to the original normal trajectory, and there is no soil for the existence of myths, even if he comprehends the supreme scriptures, it seems that there is no way to change this situation.

"Will the interior location be the last way out?" Wang Xuan frowned.

From the current point of view, Li Xian has never opened up an interior scene, and now some real bones are absorbing the interior scene to revive, and then reshape their flesh and blood.

But he felt that when the time came, those interior locations would be closed, and the mysterious matter would no longer be brought in. Otherwise, Lie Xian would not be helpless or even hopeless about the future.

However, Wang Xuan is a little different from his interior scene. He was able to open it when he was a mortal, and he can enter without resorting to extraordinary power!

"Hopefully, three years later, my unique interior location will still be available, and the mysterious factors will be drawn from that unknown place!"

Wang Xuan hopes that this may be the fundamental reason for him to keep his extraordinary power in the future.

However, he couldn't count on it all, what if his interior scene was locked by that time, or the interior was equally depleted?

He should make all kinds of preparations and try to find another foothold or two!

In recent days, he has been reciting the supreme scriptures of the alchemists, and he feels just one word: Difficult!

"In that era, extremely powerful alchemists would capture sacred beasts, divine birds, etc. at every turn, not only for the purpose of pulling carts, but also for the sake of cultivation."

In this day and age, even if one understands the difficult golden bamboo slips, it is difficult to replicate that way.

How did those top alchemists cultivate? They picked heavenly medicine, captured holy beasts and refined their essence, and baptized their bodies with holy blood.

"In those days, it was really enviable. There were treasures and treasures, and all kinds of strange things could be seen everywhere. Although the competition was fierce, it was also an extraordinary and prosperous world with rich products."

On the twenty-seven golden bamboo slips, there are the most powerful root techniques, involving the highest spiritual realm, and there are also some real figures, which are matched with the most difficult and incomprehensible physical postures.

At the same time, there are remarks for these, and sometimes it is necessary to use celestial medicine and the blood of holy beasts to baptize the spirit and body.

In this era, how can people still practice?

"However, it's not necessarily impossible to practice. Some of the words above are meaningful. If you are confident enough, you can also be inspired."

The path of pre-Qin alchemists, from the physical to the spiritual, is very rough, and it is an overall improvement in the general direction.

"Jindan Avenue, fuse the essence, energy and spirit, accumulate the essence of the whole body in one place, raise a golden pill, and break the game from one point..."

From this day on, he is also reading the five-color golden elixir, and he is also reciting the secret of the Buddhist ancestral court - the Shakyamuni Sutra.

Wang Xuan is immersed in the world of practice. He compares various scriptures and gains every day. These scriptures involve alchemists, Taoism, Buddhism, etc.

"What is that, I seem to have found a secret way again?!"

Half a month later, Wang Xuan's spirit hung like a lamp in the night sky, looking inside himself. While exploring in his body, he accidentally discovered a blurry scene in a corner of the fog.

After reaching the realm of burning lamps, the fog in the flesh and blood was dispelled, but it was also relative, the piece of life soil that could not be stepped on was still surrounded by mist.

Wang Xuan's spiritual consciousness was approaching forward. Although he was still unable to set foot on the land of life, he did not enter this realm, but he stood in the thick fog that emerged from it.

He kept walking forward along the strands of mist, approaching a blurry area.

The mist seems to have constructed a road, curling Nana, transpiring forward, he keeps walking forward, and gradually, he sees the distant scene.

It was a very desolate area. It seemed that no one had come here for many years. Far ahead, there was a post station on the side of the road. In the dark, there were lanterns hanging, but almost all of them were extinguished.

Like a style from a long time ago, the inn was dilapidated, some houses collapsed, and only one lantern was still lit, emitting an indefinite fire.

Wang Xuan's mental energy was like a lantern burning. After he approached the inn, he found that the hanging lantern became brighter.

This seems to belong to his inn, his road, he lit a lamp to illuminate here, so that the lantern began to glow softly.

He knew a long time ago that there are many secret roads, such as: the secret road of the interior scene, the secret road of Tianyao, the secret road of the dead...

In addition, there is a secret path that other people can't see, but it really exists. Only those who discover this field can walk on it.

"navigate!"

Wang Xuan looked forward, the end of the horizon was pitch black, and in the blur, it seemed like there was a village and town. Every household had no lights, it was quiet, and even a little depressing.

He frowned, and instead of walking forward, he explored the nearby inn. There was no one here, and there were traces of previous people's use.

The kitchen, which never collapsed, actually had a faint fragrance, and there were depleted strange medicine residues in the pot. Is this left by the practitioners?

Wang Xuan was surprised and felt very strange. This road was confusing, and some people couldn't figure it out. It seemed that there was such a thing, and his spirit broke in by mistake.

"This is not a post station for ordinary people. It is like a resting place for extraordinary people on their way. Even the food is not ordinary."

Afterwards, he found a wine gourd and unplugged it. After so many years, there was still the aroma of wine and a little crystal clear liquid inside.

"This..." He showed a strange look, and the aroma of the wine was wafting, which actually made him feel refreshed, and his mental strength was somewhat condensed.

He thought about it for a while and poured it into his mouth. He is now in a state of mental awareness, and he doesn't dislike it.

Only three drops of viscous liquor fell down, shimmering with a pale golden luster. After falling into his mouth, they quickly turned into energy.

In an instant, his mental consciousness seemed to be on fire, and it brightened directly. He kept shaking lightly, feeling dizzy for a while, as if he was about to become an immortal.

His mental power is actually increasing rapidly, directly increasing by about one tenth.

This made Wang Xuan dazed and stood in this ancient kitchen.

The wine gourd left in the broken post station with some houses collapsed~www.novelmt.com~ is only three drops of wine pulp, so it has such an amazing effect?

Wang Xuan's heart was up and down, and his thoughts were full of thoughts. Where did he come to, and what kind of road was this? !

"Heavenly medicine, interior scenes, dead land, wayfinding... all are the essence of the old art, belonging to the secret road of the avenue. This time I embarked on a wayfinding journey and came to an incredible place?!"

This is just a post station. With such a harvest, there should be more incredible areas ahead.

Wang Xuan searched here, but there was no other valuable discovery.

He looked ahead with his spiritual eyes, except for the dead village and town, the whole earth seemed to have hazy light, lights, and huge cities!

He couldn't help walking forward. Behind him, there was a little more anger in the inn, and then the hanging lanterns lit up one after another.

Wang Xuan approached the pitch-dark village and town. He wanted to find it here, and even more wanted to pass here and approach the bright area at the end of the horizon.

Suddenly, he looked up quickly. In the dark night sky, there were no stars and no moonlight. At this moment, something fell, and it was a piece of withered yellow paper.

He couldn't help reaching out to pick it up!

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