Each piece of jade is transformed by a Dao Mang pattern, and the Dao rhyme of the origin of the Dao flows in his spiritual world, and in the chaotic world, the Dao rhyme contained in these Dao Mang patterns seems to be clearer.

Between his thoughts, Qingyang Huan's battle soul, which was standing in the chaotic world, felt a wisp of chaotic qi that was extremely black and fell into his battle spirit.

Zi!

In an instant, Qing Yanghuan's entire soul felt numb, and wisps of divine electricity penetrated through his soul, as if he was being put in a boiling hot oil pot, being cooked.

Almost instantly, his will was almost shattered by this wisp of chaotic qi.

However, there was a touch of clarity in his soul.

All ways are one, and all roads are accepted.

The words of the deer god, the words inspired him a lot, and a guiding light appeared on the confused road, although this lighthouse seemed to be also very dark, with a different mind.

He wants to turn these reckless patterns in his body into one, 9,999 reckless lines into one, the avenue is simple, and all the ways are one.

As for which kind of Tao is missing, we will make up for it later.

Airplanes!

The battle soul grabbed out with a big hand, grabbed towards a reckless pattern in front of him, and suddenly the flames in the sky were blazing like a god, and a divine bird with flames burning all over his body rushed out of the jade, the origin of the Dao rhyme, representing the avenue of heaven and earth, almost made Qingyang Huan's battle soul spasm.

Rumble!

In an instant, at the moment when his battle spirit trembled, a wisp of purple mist flowed, rendering his whole body, surrounding the body of the battle spirit that was about to collapse.

The fiery Shadow of War Blood, which belonged to the human race, walked out of the large keel of his main spine and fused with the battle spirit, stabilizing his trembling will.

Chirp!

The firebird cried, Qingyang Huan hooked the battle blood, and the purple glow penetrated the battle soul and grabbed towards the firebird, suddenly penetrating the phantom of the firebird and grabbing a brilliant red jade.

Multiply.

With a soft sound, the crimson jade melted into his palm, and in an instant, a blazing flame began to ignite from his palm, scorching hot.

In an instant, the crimson flames swept through the entire body of the battle spirit, and wisps of flame red glow emerged, making the entire battle spirit crystal clear, and the Dao rhyme belonging to the fire turned into illusory patterns beating in his spiritual will.

Enduring the numbness of the battle spirit, Qing Yang Huan saw that the crimson jade included in the battle soul was like a burnt chalcedony, and began to merge with the battle spirit, outlining a jumping flame talisman in his body.

It's fire.

With the passage of time, this outlined fire became clearer and clearer in the body, and the simplest rune contained the most extensive vastness in heaven and earth.

At this moment, he belongs to a mental state, and he can have no contact with the fire path talisman without the slightest barrier, constantly touching and contemplating, and the beating fire brings him new understanding.

Even with every breath, a wisp of chaotic qi would fall from the darkness, and the chaotic qi that merged into his battle soul was obviously different from the chaotic qi he had absorbed before.

Each wisp contains the rhyme of heaven and earth, like a kind of catalyst, so that the Dao Mangwen Dao Fu and his battle spirit become one, regardless of each other.

The flame pattern is constantly changing in the body, like a flame jumping, every change, for Qingyang Huan, there is a kind of avenue in hand, the surging feeling I have in the world.

As time passed, Qingyang Huan's battle spirit once again stretched out his hand towards the chaos, grabbing a thick Xuanhuang reckless pattern, undulating like a mountain, and the chaotic air flow he absorbed increased more and more.

There is no rejection of the earthy road mangwen, and it is integrated with the fire road mang, and the simple mangway pattern is connected from end to end, forming a new mang.

This made Qing Yanghuan feel a little surprised, as if the Great Dao Mangwen had its own psychic, and seemed to understand how to reorganize and which way was the real right direction.

Obviously, the chaotic air flow that had submerged into his body inspired the silent reckless lines, making Qing Yanghuan feel the will from the Great Dao reckless lines.

In fact, this is not unusual, martial arts cultivators, in order to enhance their combat power, will also integrate the mysteries of the Great Dao they have cultivated, but it is not as easy as he is at the moment.

Half a day later, the Five Elements Dao Law was first outlined by him, forming a five-element ring, flowing with a mellow atmosphere. 、

At this moment, Qing Yanghuan's will stared at it, and when he saw the five elements ring that was scorching and glowing in the battle spirit, he had an uncomfortable feeling, as if something was missing, and it didn't seem to be suitable for him.

"The road is simple, the road is the only one, one life is two, two is three, and three is everything. ”

He pondered these words, his mind kept circulating, and suddenly, a scorching purple light bloomed in the battle spirit.

"My Tao is not the five elements, it is the unity of ten thousand ways, the pattern of the five elements is too small for me, one, can give birth to two, can give birth to three, can also give birth to two instruments, turn into four images, into five elements, and can also trace back to the source, from ten thousand ways to one. ”

At this moment, Qingyang Huan's battle soul eyes bloomed with a blazing beam of light, and he was in a trance to see through the entire chaotic world, and the five elements ring in his battle soul collapsed in an instant.

Not in a circle, but in the form of 'one'.

He grabbed the reckless jade scattered around him with his big hand, it was precisely because in the chaotic world that these Dao rhymes could be turned into entities in this way, and only chaos could carry ten thousand Daos.

Therefore, at this moment, wisps of chaotic air that fell from the depths of chaos continued to submerge into his battle spirit.

In the depths of chaos, it is a world like a chicken egg, engraved with a towering shadow, they are like murals engraved in the sky, but lifelike, each seems to be the size of a galaxy, but small as gravel, indifferent to this world.

The chaotic air flow in Qingyang Huan's body that fell was peeled off from the wall of this chaotic dome.

One by one, the reckless lines submerged into the body with the falling chaotic airflow, and Qingyang Huan's battle spirit seemed to be a bottomless pit, perhaps because too many reckless lines gathered, making his war spirit more and more solid, and no longer trembling like chaff at the beginning.

Just now, in a trance, he realized, and the ancestor also said that all ways are one, and they are all derived from this one 'one', so everything can return to this one 'one'.

What he has come is the path from all things to one.

It is also the heavens of the sea.

And this 'one' is him.

Wandao Mangwen needs a carrier to exist, just like the chaotic world, chaos carries Wandao, is the birth and origin of Wandao, and is the home of Wandao and Wandao.

He gathers ten thousand ways, and he is also building a chaos, but the carrier of this chaos is himself.

Ten Thousand Avenues, he is the furnace of smelting, and finally turns into a 'chaos'.

......

Thundered!

On the Deer God Continent, the head of Qingyang Huan, who was sitting cross-legged, was suspended in the dim world, and a purple streamer fell from the chaos and sank into his body.

The battle spirit returned, but the battle spirit was densely flickering with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of Great Dao Reckless Patterns.

Airplanes!

In an instant, the purple gold divine light was magnificent, and a huge vortex was derived from the chaotic world above his head, and the chaotic air flow turned into a heavenly river and rolled down, submerging into Qingyang Huan's body.

Airplanes!

At the moment of the return of the battle spirit, Qing Yanghuan's will enveloped his soul, and he turned his soul into a world, the world was chaotic like a sea, and the avenue was reckless.

At this moment, the Purple Gold Battle Body Mysteries were running in the body, and the 129,600 Blood Yuan Realms in the whole body erupted with boiling and scorching blood qi.

Burst!

The rolling blood qi collided, and in the depths of his body, a wisp of purple flame was ignited.

Rumble!

In an instant, as if a volcanic eruption that had been silent for hundreds of millions of years, a wisp of purple flame ignited the 129,600 Blood Yuan Realm, and the rolling blood qi was withdrawn from the Blood Yuan Realm, and the purple flame enveloped him.

The body is the fuel, the soul is the oven, and the smelting avenue is the avenue.

Thundered!

In the void, the chaotic air flow was still falling, submerging into the top of Qing Yanghuan's head, as if it had disappeared directly, directly into his divine soul.

......

In the distance, the deer god's huge eyes showed joy, and he had spent a great deal of money to cultivate the crops that were finally ready to be harvested.