Walking to the foot of Taiyi Peak, Ji Xiao could still feel Tianshu's depressed mood.

He smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I've been here several times anyway, aren't they all okay?"

Tianshu ignored him.

Ji Xiao couldn't help but be dumbfounded, he walked into Taiyi Peak without hesitation, his expression calm. Although this mountain has many secrets, it is just a mountain, it is just a mountain.

Ji Xiao didn't go to the Qingxuan Hall where the sect leader lived, and walked straight to the back mountain.

There was no peculiar aura there, but he hadn't been there, so he walked that way.

Taiyi Peak does not have the scenery that occupies the eternal Lingyu, and the back mountain is an ordinary pine slope, stone cliff, bamboo forest, and a clear stream flows down, that's all.

Ji Xiao thought to himself, there is nothing here.

Thinking like this, he suddenly saw a man in white clothes like snow standing next to Qingxi, he was about in his early twenties, and when he looked closely, he seemed to exude the vicissitudes of eternity. With long hair scattered, his eyes can't see joy, anger and sorrow, but there are endless mysteries hidden.

In an instant, Ji Xiao froze.

He couldn't think of anything.

A Buddhist voice sang, a teardrop fluctuated in the depths of his heart, and Ji Xiao regained his consciousness again.

The man is still on the bank of the clear stream, pavilion like pine and cypress, floating like a fairy.

No, he is a god himself.

Ji Yu has seen countless monks, and there is even no shortage of immortal real people, and there are even geniuses like Qian Tangjun and Zhao Xiyi, but these people are not immortals in front of men.

I can't use any words to describe the shock in Ji Xiao's heart at this time, he seems to have seen the beginning of the Dao, and from this he saw the end at a glance.

Ji Xiao even saw two points, one was the origin of life and the other was the origin of death. The two origins coincide together, and that is the continuous alternation of life and death, so there are many red dusts and sentient beings.

The man in white said indifferently: "Do you know the sword?"

Ji Xiao just wanted to say that he was a peerless cultivator, and the ten thousand laws in the world were all in the world, how could he not understand the sword. But he couldn't say it, because when he looked at the man, he felt a sword intent that was vast through the ages, majestic, immeasurable, and beyond imagination.

It was like a sword that could split the universe and recreate chaos.

In front of such a sword intent, how could he dare to say that he understood the sword.

The man in white then asked, "Do you understand?"

Ji Xiao thought to himself that he was carrying the three supreme treasures, all kinds of supreme secret methods, and he was also the integration of the three families of Buddhism, Taoism and Demons, and ascended to the sky in one step, how could he not understand the Tao.

He was about to answer, but he was silent.

When the words came to his mouth, he didn't know how to say that he knew the Tao, the Tao was all-encompassing, all-inclusive, how could words be exhausted.

The man in white continued, "Do you understand me?"

Ji Xiao's first reaction was, I don't know you, how can I understand.

The man in white as snow suddenly slashed his head and covered his face and asked, "Do you understand me?"

Like the roar of the Buddha, the lion roars, shaking the world in all directions.

Ji Xiaorao is Dao heart is countless times harder than iron stone, and he still couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. What am I, am I me, or am I a man dressed in white, or am I the original of all living beings?

Ji Xiao was full of emotions and didn't know where to start.

Suddenly, Ji Xiaofu was blessed to his heart, stabilized his mind, and said: "If you want to cultivate your practice, you must first cultivate your heart?"

He was still half-confused, unsure of the truth.

The man in white did not answer, but asked, "Do you know him?"

He?

Ji Xiao's heart was full of realization, this he is not you, me and him, but a unique name, the supreme god in the underworld.

He is as great as his Word.

Ji Xiao couldn't help but be angry and said, "You ask me if I understand, do you understand." ”

He slashed his head and covered his face and asked rhetorically.

In fact, he naturally fought back against the past in his own most natural way. He is a person, how can he be submissive, no matter how mysterious and terrifying the man in white is like snow, he can't let him lose his nature and be an echo worm.

With Ji Xiao's loud shout, the man in white as snow disappeared without a trace.

The stream flows like broken jade, and it is better to be for thousands of years.

Ji Xiao sensed himself and found that there was no change, and then looked at Taiyi Peak, which was still full of mystery, but he couldn't feel where the mystery was.

And the man in white just now left no trace, as if he had never appeared.

No, he still had a change, and touched his forehead, which was a cold sweat that he hadn't had in a long time.

At this point, he had already locked his essence and didn't sweat, but now that he was really sweating, everything that happened just now seemed real and moving.

"Tianshu, are you still there?" Ji Xiao thought of the guy in his body.

Tianshu trembled and said, "Ji Xiao, I beg you, let's go down the mountain." ”

Ji Xiao said: "Nothing happened. ”

Tianshu almost cried: "Please, I really don't want to continue to stay in Taiyi Peak." ”

Ji Xiao saw that he begged earnestly, but he still hadn't found out the mysterious source of Taiyi Peak, and he was a little unwilling. He said, "If you are afraid, go down the mountain alone." ”

Tianshu said: "I don't dare to come out, Ji Xiao, I'm uncomfortable to death, you send it down the mountain." ”

Ji Xiao saw that it was going to die or live, he was really helpless, he was about to teleport outside the mountain, but all time and space suddenly froze, and he couldn't move.

He became a fossil, and he never wavered.

But this time he had a thought.

After a while, he heard the sound of rushing water, as if it was cruising the river of time, up and down to the past, down to the future.

This is the river of time, which actually circulates in Taiyi Peak.

As a stone, Ji Xiao flowed into the long river of time, up and down, following the waves, chasing the flow, floating without knowing what to do.

But he saw a strange sight.

On the splash of the long river of time, a young Taoist came by treading the waves and singing, which was very similar to the man in white clothes like snow before.

"The lungs of the earth are chongyangzi, and they are called kings and harming the wind.

Come to the sun and the moon, and go to the west and the east.

to accompany the clouds and water, to neighbor void and emptiness.

One spirit is true and not with all hearts. ”

Ji Xiao had read this poem, it was written by a Taoist priest named Wang Chongyang, but how could a young Taoist do it.

After all, it was the world where he was born as a scholar, and there was no Divine Immortal Buddha appearing.

Could it be that the young Taoist is also like him, who can copy poems?

In this strange situation, Ji Xiao had strange thoughts.

The young Taoist quickly arrived in front of Ji Xiao and picked up Ji Liao.

He laughed, "What a boulder." ”

Ji Xiaoxin said: "I am human. ”

The young Taoist smiled: "You are a human being, you are clearly a stone." ”

Ji Xiao couldn't help but be speechless.

In an instant, Ji Xiao lost his sense of the outside world, and he was included in his sleeve by the young Taoist.

Immediately after that, Ji Xiao touched the ground again, this time he reached the bank of the river, next to the sound of rushing water.

The familiar sound of water is the same as the sound of water when he was born as grass.

Only then he was grass, and now he is stone.