Yang Sanyang's eyes lit up, but he didn't move, still facing away from Bai Ze.

He now has only a few hundred years of life left, and it is simply wishful thinking to achieve the Heavenly Immortal Fruit Rank in these hundreds of years.

Practicing is too time-consuming!

It takes time to participate in the Heavenly Dao, it takes time to cultivate supernatural powers, it takes time to deduce supernatural powers, and it takes time to cultivate mana, all of which are shortcomings of human beings.

Not to mention anything else, if there were no two true texts, "Yin Fu Jing" and "Tao Te Ching", which would save Yang Sanyang at least thousands of years, he would not be able to cultivate mana even if he died of old age.

Fortunately, he lived in a great wilderness era at the beginning of the world and rich in species, and there were countless innate spiritual objects, and he was not so lacking in elixirs to prolong his life.

Moreover, the point is that he also has a good friend who can find him the elixir of immortality.

"Hey, no one wants the elixir to prolong life, in this case, I can only swallow it myself to satisfy my cravings!" Bai Ze threw the fruit up and down in his hand.

"You dare!" Yang Sanyang turned around suddenly, grabbed Bai Ze's palm, stretched out his palm, and a touch of green fell on his palm: "Grass returns Dan!"

The words fell, and the grass returned to the pill and devoured it, and a wave of vitality spread in the body.

"How did the ancestor think of preparing the grass for me?" Yang Sanyang said with a smile.

"I'm afraid that if you don't pay attention in your cultivation, time will slip away, and you will sit down in your cultivation! I finally helped you learn the divine script, if you sit down, won't my lord suffer this humiliation in vain?" Bai Ze rolled his eyes, his eyes full of mockery.

Yang Sanyang was moved, but he didn't say much, just pulled Bai Ze and said, "Let's go, I invite you to eat peaches, these are peaches that I planted myself." ”

"The real fire that erupted from your kid's nose before is interesting, can you teach me?" Bai Ze looked at Yang Sanyang with blank eyes and followed behind Yang Sanyang.

"Will you lack supernatural powers?" Yang Sanyang turned his head when he heard this, and looked at Bai Ze in surprise.

"Although you haven't used this magical power, I have already noticed that it is extraordinary, not only the innate divine fire, but also other powers!" Bai Ze showed curiosity: "How did you cultivate such a wonderful magical power?"

"Then, the golden black feather is here, you go and comprehend it yourself, don't bother me! Although I comprehend this magical power, I have not sorted it out and cannot teach it to you!" Yang Sanyang pulled out the golden black hair from the back of his head and threw it into Bai Ze's arms.

Bai Ze took the feather, his eyes lit up suddenly, and then he grinned in pain, and scolded: "You kid is simply a tyrannical thing, you actually absorbed the origin of the golden black hair, and all the innate Dao rhyme in it dissipated and became invisible, it is simply a tyrannical thing!"

"Bang!"

Bai Ze said, angry for a while, gave Yang Sanyang a look at the back of the head, and slapped him with a stagger: "You little barbarian is simply a tyrannical thing, this golden crow origin is absorbed by you, and it can't be reflected at all." Now it's just an ornament, what's the use of it?"

"If you don't want it, just give it back to me, why do you want to beat people? This treasure is my own thing, why do you beat people?" Yang Sanyang's eyes were red in pain, and he took the feather back, gritted his teeth and looked at Bai Ze, and then turned around and walked towards the peach forest.

"It's just a tyrannical thing, it's not the right man!'s not the right man!" Bai Ze scolded angrily, and then walked out with his hands behind his back: "I have already found the spiritual object you put in the Faxiang for you, where is it placed on the edge of the Dao." Master, I'm leaving, if I don't leave, I'll have to be angry with you, a little barbarian. ”

When the words fell, Bai Ze turned into a streamer and went away, leaving Yang Sanyang standing in the field, a pair of eyes looking in the direction where Bai Ze disappeared, with a touch of emotion in his eyes, and he was silent for a long time.

"I have already laid the foundation, and the next thing is to cultivate the Fa Xiang, at that time, I was reciting the Tao Te Ching, and the time was too hasty, and I didn't have time to notice the changes in the Dharma Phase in my body!" Yang Sanyang slowly walked back to the valley: "I still need to retreat for a period of time to feel the changes in my body." After cultivating the Dharma, it is a qualitative change in the path of cultivation. This realm is not sloppy, but Bai Ze can be regarded as having a heart, how can this kind of kindness be repaid in the future?"

Yang Sanyang closed his eyes and crossed his knees, returned to his own valley, quietly looked left and right, and saw no one peeping, before returning to the cave, closing his eyes and knees and entering the fixed state.

In the fixed realm, chaos rolled, and nothing changed.

Yang Sanyang observed his own chaos, and then silently recited the Tao Te Ching, but the next moment he saw the wind and clouds surging in the fixed realm, the sky and the ground surging golden lotus, and the mighty purple qi came from nowhere, hooking up the endless void, as if the heavenly river was hanging upside down, and all of them were poured into the chaos.

Looking closely at the upside-down purple heavenly river, countless moral mantras floated, turning into infinite nourishment, nourishing their own chaotic primordial fetus.

This is the next step of the practice, after attaining the eternal solidity, create your own scriptures and morality, use your own scriptures and morality to conceive the primordial womb, irrigate the primordial womb, so that your own scriptures and morality become the nourishment of the primordial womb, and then turn the void into reality, and merge with the primordial spirit, and then the primordial god borrows the Dharma to obtain the mystery and supernatural power of the things that are visualized.

The mighty, endless "Moral Mantra" poured down, and Yang Sanyang fell into the practice and could not extricate himself.

"If my chaos is conceived in the future, I won't be able to obtain an immeasurable chaos, right? At that time, who else in the heavens and on the earth will be my opponent?" A thought appeared in Yang Sanyang's heart in the haze.

Time is in a hurry, and it is a hundred years in the snap of his fingers, on this day, Yang Sanyang was meditating and practicing in retreat, and suddenly the purple air around his body swirled, and a faint fragrance spread from his pores.

The faint purple qi swirled around him, turning into a slightly hazy figure, standing behind his head at this time, his eyes seemed to contain thousands of avenues, and he didn't know what to think.

"It's done!

In the fixed realm, I don't know the years and months, Yang Sanyang silently recited the moral mantra for irrigation, and the mighty purple gas watered for a hundred years, but he saw chaotic fluctuations and ripples.

Then the next moment, Yang Sanyang was stunned, his own chaos did not transform, but a figure walked out of the chaos.

"What's the situation?" Yang Sanyang looked at the figure walking out of the chaos, and his eyes showed a touch of horror: "How can this be? When the patriarch preached back then, there had never been such a situation? Why did the chaos not transform into shape, but a figure walked out, what kind of thing is this?"

"I've seen Daoyou!" the Fa Xiang spoke, and his voice was like the sound of the mighty avenue, running through the entire realm. It is like a morning bell and a dusk drum, which makes people wake up inexplicably, as if they have woken up from a deep sleep, and comprehended the power of unknown laws in the underworld.

"Daoyou???" Yang Sanyang suspected that his ears were poor, and the law could still speak?

What's going on?

Yang Sanyang didn't dare to recite the Tao Te Ching silently to irrigate the chaos, but just looked at the hazy Faxiang with a pair of eyes, and there was some doubt in his heart, and a sense of uneasiness rose.

With a thought in his heart, the Yuan Shen opened his mouth, swallowed the law into his stomach, and then began to use the mana to silently refine, communicating the nothingness in the underworld, but he got nothing.

"What's the matter? I didn't have any magical powers? I spent so much energy and painstakingly trying to breed chaos, and as a result, I gave birth to a little old man?" Yang Sanyang was anxious at this time, he was really anxious.

What is the Dharma?

The Dharma is the foundation! What is the future of the future, how well the cultivation is, and how far we can go are all pinned on the Fa Xiang.

And the supernatural power bred by the Dharma is the natal supernatural power, which has infinite potential, but what about now?

I somehow gave birth to an old man?

An ordinary old man, an old man with no magical powers or visions around him!

"Isn't it true that you just want to practice and seek immortality? Is it that difficult? What about each other's illegitimate children? You are my father and I am your son? You treat your son like this?" Yang Sanyang looked at the sky speechlessly, tears streaming down his face.

Gave birth to an old man, who didn't bring any magical powers, what could he do?

Despair!

Hundreds of years of hard work have all turned into flowing water, what can he do?

Yang Sanyang was out of the customs, looking at the raging sun in the sky with a gloomy face, there seemed to be a flame burning in his chest, and he couldn't spit it out before he could relieve the depression in his heart.

"I don't accept it! I don't accept it! Why do you treat me like this? Why?" Yang Sanyang sat on the bluestone, looking at the sky with great spirits, and his eyes were a little distracted.

Seeking the Tao for thousands of years, walking out of the primitive tribe, the difficulty and despair of learning the Divine Language, the pain of life and death, the horror of the five decays of heaven and man, life and death flow in his heart, and countless thoughts in the past pass by in the snap of his fingers.

Despair!

Unwilling!

"Why is it that the innate gods are high up and can live with heaven and earth when they are born, and they can directly prove that they will be immortal! Why is it that the cultivation of the innate race is smooth, and why can those demon beasts cultivate as long as they open their spiritual wisdom and obtain the essence of the sun and the moon? My human race has worked so hard, and I have finally sought a path of immortality that has reached the top like this, and has laid a supreme foundation, but you want to lower your reproach? Why do you want to play tricks on me?" Yang Sanyang's face was gloomy, and his body exuded an aura of refusal to admit defeat: "I don't accept it! I've worked so hard, but I still can't build a supreme foundation, I can't reach the top, why can't I?"

"Bang!"

Yang Sanyang stood up slightly irritablely, kicked the bluestone in front of him, and then grinned in pain, with a touch of helplessness in his eyes: "Why?"

"Alas!" After a long time, Yang Sanyang walked out of the valley, came to the river to wash his body, looked at the big sun in the sky, and was silent.

He only felt aggrieved!

The aggrieved want to cry.

Forcibly gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and he didn't let the tears slip out, but his eyes were not angry, and two crystal tears crossed his cheeks, causing clear waves on the water.

"Bang!"

The river rolled up waves, and Yang Sanyang plunged into the waves, burying the whole person in the water to prevent his tears from flowing out.

"Natural selection! My human race is too bumpy, God is unfair! All living beings have a glimmer of life, and even those ordinary beasts have the opportunity to cultivate, why do you embarrass my human race?" Yang Sanyang kept roaring in his heart.

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