Ye Zhiqiu walked on the land of the Vermilion Bird Holy Sect, constantly walking, thinking about things in his heart.

The old Holy Emperor has left, and Su Lingyu has also retired.

"Inscription, the way of imprisoning the heavens, all sentient beings need to cross the immeasurable calamity, leave the deep prison and obsession, and all sentient beings are also in the immeasurable front, solve the world, get rid of the troubled heavenly thoughts, take the way of life, lock up the fortune of the dead, seal the underworld, all sentient beings do not have the true way, often sink into the sea of suffering, forever lose the true way, and dedicate themselves to the cultivation of the true ......"

In Ye Zhiqiu's heart, he remembered such a passage.

How can we get the truth?

And what is the Tao?

Since his practice, he has participated in many Taoisms, and in the continuous shuttle of the world, he has cultivated from a child in modern society to a monk who has mastered a star field.

Now he can stand on the top of the star field.

This change is also the growth of Ye Zhiqiu's life.

He walked all the way, learned the Five Elements Technique, felt Yin and Yang life and death, and in that other worlds, he understood the cycle of cause and effect, the Pangu axe, learned the rules of space, and understood the changes of life and death.

It was only now that he began to think about the way of eternity, the distinction between truth and falsehood.

Once comprehended the Vermilion Bird Dao Fire, Ye Zhiqiu could manipulate the world's ten thousand fires, but such a world-shattering supernatural power did not make him ecstatic, although he used this supernatural power to unify this star field in one fell swoop, but the thinking about the Vermilion Bird Dao Fire lingered in his heart.

Because he wasn't the first monk to comprehend the Vermilion Bird Dao Fire.

Hundreds of years ago, thousands of years ago, hundreds of thousands of years ago, there must have been Holy Emperors who understood the Vermilion Bird Dao Fire and could manipulate the world's ten thousand fires, but they eventually died under the passage of time.

When time passes and the Holy Emperor dies, where will the Dao Consciousness that exists in their bodies and hearts go?

It was not that it had disappeared, but that it had been taken away by monks from outside the heavens.

or be understood, or be planted with flowers and grass, will eventually bear a fruitful fruit.

That's Dao Guo.

As the old sage emperor said, I am the fish, the Tao is the net, the river is the sky, and the fisherman who catches the net is the creation of the destiny;

Therefore, the Vermilion Bird Dao Fire, which can control ten thousand fires under this sky, can also control ten thousand fires in the sky?

If he can't, this Vermilion Bird Dao Fire, which claims to be able to manipulate ten thousand fires, is actually a fake fire, and it will become the nourishment of this heavenly monk with his death one day.

Take the Taoist thought as the nutrient and plant the debut fruit.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't like it.

Therefore, he gave birth to so many thoughts, instead of being elated and forgetting himself.

The change of truth and falsehood is the foundation of congenital immortality.

How to transform the false path under this heaven into the innate and imperishable truth, this is what he has to do.

Heaven is the cause, the earth is the effect, the heaven and the earth are actually a cause and effect, stepping out of this causal oven, what he wants to see is the true way beyond this heaven, and what kind of way.

Truth and falsehood are deeper perceptions, and ordinary people simply have no qualifications and opportunities to explore.

This has already touched the edge of the Heavenly Dao, and if it goes further, it will go straight to the core.

"There are many things that are fake, and I don't know if it's true at that time. ”

Ye Zhiqiu found a place at random and sat cross-legged.

His eyes could see the changes in the star field.

At this moment, he seemed to be sitting on the land of the Vermilion Bird Holy Sect, but in fact, he was sitting on top of the head of this star field.

Underneath his ass is the entire star field.

Countless monks, countless planets, are under his eyes.

He closed his eyes, seeking the endless changes between heaven and earth.

It is also a change in the world.

Time, everywhere.

Not only in this world, but in all worlds.

It is silent, changing the whole world, changing everything in the endless space.

and even one of the high avenues.

Ye Zhiqiu just sat there, feeling endless things.

......

In the vast starry sky, there is an boundless star field, its size far exceeds that of Luo Tian, Kunxu, Zhaohe and the sea of clouds, and even these four regions together cannot compare to the vast star field.

Here, the people who are sealed off are called outside the boundary.

In the mouths of the people outside the realm, this place is called the primeval star.

In the forbidden starry sky somewhere in this primeval star, there is a mysterious palace, the palace seems to be unmanned, without the slightest vitality, in the main hall, there are several colorful light clusters floating, in the light cluster, there are jade slips, engraved with names one by one.

Qing Shui, Tianyunzi, Chongxuanzi, Shuidaozi, Sima Mo, Cangsongzi.

The hall was quiet, the silence was terrifying, suddenly, a burst of flames burned sounded, but there was a candlestick on the side of the hall, which was suddenly lit, and the candle flame fluttered on it, making the hall in the light and dark uncertain, even more gloomy.

"The more the fire burns, the more delicious it is when the soul is boiled......

As if muttering sounds, an old and withered finger appeared next to the candle flame and gently tapped it inward, making the candle flame more vigorous. It's just that the owner of the finger is located, but even if it is a candle, it can't shine.

"You are not afraid that after this fire, you can burn your fingers!"

In the main hall, a second voice suddenly appeared, and there was coldness in the words.

"Will it ......?"

The finger went deep into the candle flame and let it burn.

"In the land of the Dao, the Dao is about to be completed, and the Vermilion Bird Holy Emperor will use his Dao to melt my Dao. ”

The murmur echoed in the palace, reminiscent of the starry sky.

"How can it be so easy. ”

Ye Zhiqiu saw a lot of things on the ground of the Vermilion Bird Holy Sect.

The inside is in his eyes, and the outside is also in his eyes.

As for the few people of the primeval star, they were also in his eyes.

And his eyes were more on an endless starry sky.

Countless stars formed a huge formation within it, and this formation was as big as the size of the Alliance Star Domain.

Every star is a part of this formation, and in the center of this formation, there are seven flower-like plants, these seven plants are different colors, and together, they are colorful.

They are not big, only a hundred zhang in size, and they are really insignificant compared to this vast starry sky.

But the existence of this starry sky is precisely because of these seven plants.

This entire starry sky, the formations in this starry sky, all exist to provide nutrients for these seven plants.

With the power of the star field, with the power of countless planets, with the power of countless cracks like the Seven Colored Realms, absorb the boundless Dao thoughts, and finally turn them into nutrients, nourishing the things of the seven plants, so that they continue to grow until they blossom and bear fruit.

The star field here does not exist alone, but has been built on the Great Array of Sealing Circles with great magical powers, and it is even more integrated with that Great Array, so that in the entire Sealing Realm, every time a monk dies, his Dao thoughts will be invisibly sucked into the formation, integrated here, and become nutrients.

This is the way of planting.

I don't know how long it has been, in those eternal years, it has always continued, continued, and constantly absorbed the people of the Sealed Realm, and the Dao thoughts that died one by one.

In the era of the ancient immortals, there was no artistic conception, and this formation was nourished by the rules of the immortal heaven and earth.

In the ancient years, without understanding the rules, this formation absorbed the origin of the ancient monks as nutrients.

In this way, these seven plants are nourished so that they can give birth to Dao fruits.

At this moment, the one of the seven plants with a red body was crossed on the knees of a skeleton in this plant.

On this bone, countless scriptures were engraved, faintly emitting black light, which was quickly absorbed by the plant.

This whole red plant, its flowers are delicate, like blood, but the petals on it have fallen at the moment, only a few pieces are still on it, when these petals all fall, it is the red plant in these seven, the moment of fruit.

"Daoguo, it looks delicious. ”

Ye Zhiqiu closed his eyes again.

A particle flew out of his body, passed through the void, fell into a colorful realm, and arrived in front of an old man.

The old man is not an insider, but an outsider.

He is still a pseudo-annihilator.

Then use this person as a grinding stone and give it a try.