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When this piece of Dao pattern is completely copied and introduced into one's own life, it becomes one's own Dao.

"The Dao tree grows for hundreds of millions of years, and it turns into the Tao itself, and I have amethyst, why not let the amethyst also turn into a Dao tree, at that time, I am the Dao, and the Dao rhyme that I have turned into can even make others comprehend......"

Yi Yun suddenly had this thought, this thought was extremely crazy, even if the Dao Monarchs of the Twelve Emperors had been pursuing, it was only this realm.

Self-incarnated into the Tao, this seems to be just a legend, although countless people have pursued it, but looking at the history of the Twelve Emperors, I am afraid that no one has ever succeeded.

Yi Yun's cultivation was still very low, so he suddenly had such a thought, and then this thought couldn't be restrained, and it grew like a weed.

This kind of thought, if it is known by others, then people will only laugh at him, but when Yi Yun has amethyst and can control all the energy in heaven and earth, this is not necessarily impossible......

He controlled the flow of energy throughout his body, slowly condensing the Dao pattern.

He looked at a leaf on the Dao tree, again and again, and gradually, Yi Yun was immersed.

He felt as if he had turned into this leaf, sensing the thickness of the Dao tree and the blowing of the wind.

His mind gradually emptied, and the leaves sprouted in spring and withered in autumn, as if human life was too short. The leaves don't grieve, they don't hurt, they just move gently with the wind.

I don't know how long time passed, and Yi Yun had been meditating under the tree, and he didn't move except for the occasional breeze that stirred the tips of his hair.

The gray-clothed sword spirit has been guarding the Hall of Enlightenment, he meditates cross-legged, occasionally opening his eyes to look at Yi Yun, but Yi Yun is like a sculpture, and there is no change.

The young man in white would also come to see Yi Yun every once in a while, and he was a little disappointed when he saw Yi Yun meditating cross-legged, not seeming to make any progress, and Dao Shu had no vision.

Although he didn't look down on Yi Yun, after all, Yi Yun was also regarded as the heir of the Pure Yang Sword Palace, and he still hoped that Yi Yun would make some progress, at least not to go out and embarrass his master.

However, now, he doesn't know whether Yi Yun has realized or not, and how much he has realized.

"It's been three months, and it's been three days of enlightenment for one year, which means that he has been enlightened for thirty years. ”

The white-clothed young man shook his head, and the gray-clothed sword spirit smiled: "You also know that three days is a year, and you can only say this when you have some comprehension, but in fact, whoever sits under the Dao tree cannot realize that three days is equal to one year forever, and such a high-speed comprehension can last for ten days. ”

"Look, look what he looks like when he wakes up. The gray-clothed sword spirit was very optimistic, but the white-clothed young man was not in such a good mood, he said: "The Dao tree has no vision, what can you do when you wake up?"

The sun rises and sets, the clouds roll up, this grassland where the Dao tree grows, in fact, except for the Dao tree itself, the rest is an ordinary and natural life. Yi Yun saw that the insects in the grass had spent its short life, the newborn weeds broke through the soil, and the world was reincarnated, Yi Yun had no sorrow or joy, just watched quietly.

He seems to be a leaf himself, having spent his life as a leaf. Autumn was getting stronger, the leaves were yellow, and a gust of wind blew, and he staggered off the tree and fell to the ground.

In the process of falling off the Dao Tree, Yi Yun saw himself and the Dao Tree clearly, and he seemed to have realized too much in an instant.

His mind was clearer than ever, the vast world seemed to become open all of a sudden, Yi Yun slowly woke up in the process of falling, he watched himself get closer and closer to the ground, and finally ...... He landed lightly on the ground.

The feeling of being down-to-earth is also the destination of life, so Yi Yun opened his eyes and opened his eyes......

The world returned to Yi Yun's field of vision, it was still this grassland, or this old tree that was twisted and coiled, but in Yi Yun's eyes, all this was different......

"He's awake!"

The gray-clothed sword spirit's eyes lit up, he waited for a long time, and finally waited for Yi Yun to wake up.

"Finally woke up. The young man in white sighed, he looked at the ancient Dao tree behind Yi Yun for the first time, expecting that the Dao tree could produce a little vision, although he knew that this possibility was extremely slim, but he still subconsciously wanted to take a look.

The ancient tree is the same as the old, there is no reaction, there is no halo formed by the condensation of the Great Dao, and it is impossible to have any Dao patterns and Sanskrit sounds.

Even in the breeze, the leaves of the Dao tree did not make a rustling sound.

There are no visions......

Although I had expected it for a long time, it was still so calm that it still made people feel lost.

The young man in white was in a strong spirit, wanting to ask Yi Yun what he had realized, but at this moment, his gaze suddenly froze.

He saw ...... In the breeze, a leaf on the tree was gently drooped by the wind like a fallen leaf in autumn.

It just left the branches, like an emerald green butterfly, fluttering in the wind, and after a few spins, it fell to the earth and to Yi Yun.

Yi Yun didn't look up, but he already knew about this leaf.

He gently stretched out his hand, palm up, and this leaf fell lightly on Yi Yun's palm.

This scene, just like when he was enlightened, Yi Yun himself, as a leaf, fell into the dust at the last moment of his life, light and silent, this is the fate of fallen leaves.

However, this simple scene shocked the young man in white, and beside the young man in white, the gray-clothed sword spirit also stood up all of a sudden.

Both of them were motionless like stone sculptures, just looking at the fallen leaves in Yi Yun's hands.

The Dao Tree has lost its leaves?

The Dao Tree has three thousand Dao leaves, and it has not changed for many years, in fact, the owner of the Pure Yang Sword Palace was based on the grassland where this Dao tree grows, and built the Pure Yang Sword Palace. At that time, this Dao tree already had 3,000 Dao leaves, and it has been until now......

The gray-clothed sword spirit looked at the canopy of the tree, but saw a small bud bulging from the branch of the withered leaf just now.

A leaf withered and a bud was born, something he had never seen in such a long time as he had guarded the Dao Tree.

And today, it happened.

The fallen leaves happened to fall into Yi Yun's palm, which was certainly not a coincidence.

Yi Yun's enlightenment did not make the Dao Tree have any vision, but only made the Dao Tree wither a leaf, why is this?

Whether it is the gray-clothed sword spirit or the white who is the temple spirit, they are actually not real beings, their understanding of the Tao was determined at the moment of their birth, and it was their creator who gave them the comprehension of the Dao.

They can't understand why the tree loses its leaves.

At this time, Yi Yun gently pinched the petiole, and the leaf slowly rotated in Yi Yun's hand, like a small fan.

Litter...... Freshman......

Yi Yun looked up at the young shoots on the treetops, and gently pressed the leaves in the palm of his hand...... (To be continued.) )