Ye Mo quickly found some records about this sitting and forgetting scripture.

"The Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting is an exercise that a group of ancient immortal cultivators gathered together to discuss, and it was shelved because of the defects of heavy dà. ”

Ye Mo frowned and continued to read.

But this, regarding sitting and forgetting the scriptures, the Cold Ice Venerable only left a few words, which could not satisfy Ye Mo's curiosity at all.

didn't find more news, Ye Mo could only put aside the doubts in his heart for the time being, for this sitting and forgetting, he made up his mind to check it well, even if it was to the headquarters of the Immortal City Alliance.

There is a feeling in the dark that this is very important.

"Sit and forget the scriptures, sit and forget the self!". In the end, he even forgot about himself, what are you still cultivating immortals for?"

Facing the meditation in his mind, Ye Mo was surprised.

Especially when he saw the chapter on the promotion of the peak of qi refining and building the foundation, if he couldn't break through, he would become a soulless 'living dead', he was even more frightened, but he was curious about how the ancients survived this difficulty.

According to the Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting, all the breath of the whole body is converging, the breath, the mental strength, and any trace of its own energy is not leaked, and all of it is transformed into vitality.

Ye Mo was a little worried, and then shook his head self-deprecatingly.

Now that Ye Mo is already at the peak of the middle stage of Jindan, he is naturally not afraid of sitting and forgetting the scriptures and refining qi to advance to the small level of foundation building, so he immediately concentrates his calm, restricts his breath, and slowly cultivates.

Ye Mo's vision naturally alarmed the three-yuan infant old demon again.

"Haha, this kid's breath is getting weaker and weaker, and he finally can't hold on anymore?!"

The Siren Jiao Ancestor laughed, indescribably happy, Ye Mo's pain was its greatest happiness.

"It seems that we will be able to leave soon. ”

The Kraken Shark Ancestor said that it was tired of staying in the cold current, and the warm ocean was the harbor of the Kraken Shark family.

The Siren Chapter Ancestor squinted his eyes and watched the aura on Ye Mo's body disappear little by little, and even in the end, he couldn't even perceive the breath of life, but he always felt that something was wrong.

However, in the face of the excited Kraken Jiao Ancestor, it didn't know what to say, and besides, it just felt it.

This is more than half a month.

Ye Mo was like a cold stone, there was no breath on his body, if it weren't for the fact that Ye Mo's face had not completely faded from blood, the three-yuan infant old demon was only afraid to conclude that Ye Mo was dead.

Ye Mo, who was immersed in cultivation, and the three-yuan infant old demon who was staring at Ye Mo's body didn't notice that on the inconspicuous ancient painting on Ye Mo's waist, the purple brilliance was extremely restrained.

At this time, in the ancient paintings, earth-shaking changes have taken place.

The earth continued to roar, and the sea created by Ye Mo's ancient paintings absorbing seawater was constantly churning, whether it was the Xuanxue Golden Turtle, the Sea Spirit Horse, or the Sea Demon Dolphin, all of them rushed ashore, looking at this qiē in amazement.

In the ancient paintings, the original barrier at the edge of the sea is slowly receding, replacing it with a gray space, endless.

Over the land, huge purple thunder flashed from time to time.

"Ahh

Ah Li suddenly had a lot of memories in his mind, he was in pain, the uncontrollable disorder of the breath in his body erupted, and the surrounding buildings were in a mess, and even Ah Pheasant and Xuanyue Sword Venerable couldn't suppress Ah Li.

"What's going on over there?"

Ah Zhi's voice was full of anxiety, even when Ye Mo was promoted to Jindan, the ancient paintings had not changed so much.

"Jianzun, you press Ah Li, I'll contact the master!"

They faintly sensed what happened to Ye Mo before, but at this time, all the senses were cut off, and Ah Zhi didn't know what was happening.

Xuanyue Sword Venerable frowned, it was once the peak cultivation of Yuanying, but in the face of the painful Ah Li, he actually felt a faint sense of unease.

It's not that kind of blood oppression.

That kind of suppression is like facing the master of the god transformation period and the suppression of cultivation.

But Ah Li is clearly a Jindan cultivator, how to have the aura of transforming gods, Xuanyue Sword Venerable is puzzled.

Hearing Ah Zhi's command, Xuanyue Sword Venerable nodded, and the power flowed out, forming a large cover, covering the violent Ah Li, temporarily stabilizing Ah Li, and not destroying the buildings in the ancient paintings.

Ah Li was about to concentrate on contacting Ye Mo, when a purple thunderbolt suddenly struck the sky, the land shook, and the boundless sea water rose hundreds of feet high, and crystal water splashed in all directions.

Purple thunder and lightning were scurrying around, and the land was expanding invisibly, this situation was similar to the original Ye Mo's promotion to Jindan. The land expanded more than three times before it gradually stopped.

Looking at the qiē in front of him, Ah Zhi couldn't figure out what was going on.

At this moment, the ancient painting suddenly darkened, then brightened, and a trace of white mist appeared in the air.

The change is far from stopping.

The moment Bai Mang appeared, Ye Mo's Jindan Yuan Shen emitted a golden light, turning into a blazing sun in the ancient painting.

In the center of the continent, the three-storey quaint tower is full of light, growing in size, and finally taking root in the center of the entire continent.

At the top of the small tower, a trace of fairy energy mixed with aura spreads throughout the ancient paintings.

The earth uplifts into the shape of a mountain range, and it changes over time, eventually spreading across the continent, splitting the continent in two and forming a number of smaller mountain ranges.

The spiritual soil on the first layer of the small tower also broke away from the small tower and entered the continent, and the soil underwent some inexplicable changes, and the precious spiritual grass originally planted by Ye Mo was scattered all over the place.

A cool breeze blew, a few dark clouds drifted in the sky, and drops of rain fell on the sluggish Ali.

At this time, the place where the alchemy building was originally located has become a valley, and the spiritual grass is growing wildly around, and many strange flowers are blooming around, full of spring.

The white mangs that suddenly appeared, fifty percent of them merged into Ye Mo Jindan.

And the remaining fifty percent are integrated into the entire continent, including Ah Zhi, Ah Li and other demons.

When Bai Mang melted in, Ah Li stopped the painful shaking of her body and slowly stood up, her eyes flashing with confusion. Looking around, an inexplicable color flashed in his eyes, and his entire body suddenly had an esoteric aura, which seemed to remember some memories of his previous life.

The rain lasted less than three breaths before dissipating.

The three demons suddenly felt a darkness on the top of their heads.

After the alchemy building, a small tree that was originally small suddenly began to grow wildly, and finally reached a height of hundreds of zhang, with branches and leaves covering the entire valley and bearing red fruits, which were the immortal fruit trees obtained from the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Realm.

The rich life force emanated from the ancient trees, and the grass broke through the soil on the continent where only herbs bloomed green.

In a few moments, the whole continent was lush and green, and if it weren't for the fact that the trees and flowers were too simple, it would be no different from the real space.

"Ah Li, what happened to you just now?"

The change stopped for a long time before Ah Zhi reacted and saw Ah Li who was quiet beside him.

Although they often quarrel, in this ancient painting for hundreds of years, the two have long been familiar with each other.

Ah Li didn't say anything, as if she had exhausted all her strength, lying soft in the grass and fainting.

"What the hell is going on?"

Ah Zhi has already stayed

Ye Mo practiced sitting and forgetting the scriptures on the sixteenth day.

Starting from the most basic Qi Refining Chapter, he cultivated until the peak of the sixth order of the Jindan before waking up from that feeling of being unable to extricate himself.

The whole meditation is as if it was tailor-made for oneself, there is no stagnation in the cultivation process, and many of the annotations are clearly difficult to get through, and they are broken at the touch of a button, and there is no obstacle at all.

It's like a road that has been walked for thousands of years, even if you close your eyes, you can walk safely.

When cultivating, there is no need for Ye Mo to bother at all, the body's instinct will automatically operate, and the breath will not leak out at all.

Even the three-element infant old demon outside the ice wall couldn't detect Ye Mo's true strength now.

Ye Mo woke up suddenly, there was no change in his body, and he subconsciously touched his waist, empty.

"What about ancient paintings?"

Swish!

Ye Mo broke out in a cold sweat, he can have such achievements today, the ancient paintings are indispensable, and once the matter reaches the point of no return, he can still hide in the ancient paintings.

It is precisely because of the existence of ancient paintings that he is as stable as a mountain in the face of today's situation.

Advance can be attacked and retreated, and ancient paintings are the biggest reliance.

But where have the ancient paintings gone now?

Forcibly pressed the anxiety in his heart, he was the only one in this quiet room, even the ancestor had no way to take the ice wall, and it was impossible for anyone to enter the secret room.

Outside the ice wall, the Three-Yuan Infant Ancestor looked at Ye Mo and was a little puzzled.

Although Ye Mo's breath did not leak out, but under the excitement, there was still a trace of leakage, and the pale cheeks at that moment could not be faked.

"This kid isn't dead yet! he looks anxious, he has lost something important. ”

Kraken Chapter Ancestor said uncertainly.

"Is it possible, could it be that he lost something under our pursuit before, and now he finds out?"

The Kraken Shark Ancestor echoed in with greed in his eyes.

Ye Mo had already surpassed their understanding of the Jindan period, whether it was scheming or the treasure on his body, a treasure that a person who carried hundreds of top-grade spirit stones with him would be anxious about, I am afraid that it was something terrible.

"Why don't we look for it?"

The old ancestor of the Siren Chapter mentions, the cold ice bell sound Ye Mo can be thrown aside and don't ask, what can make Ye Mo so anxious is not far behind.

"I'm here to watch, and you're going to see. ”

The Sea Siren Jiao Ancestor was also a little moved, but the treasure was important, and it couldn't compare to watching Ye Mo die with his own eyes.

"It's good!"

Ice Immortal City is full of cold currents, they searched before, they have not used their spiritual sense, and it is understandable that things have fallen, and they can't find it at all if they don't investigate carefully.

The Kraken Chapter Ancestor and the Kraken Shark Ancestor began to investigate everywhere, looking for the ethereal treasure.

And Ye Mo was in the quiet room, and he was also crazy.

Ancient paintings can not only provide elixirs, herbs, and refining weapons, but also Ah Zhi, Ah Li, and Xuanyue Sword Venerable, he has long been accustomed to them by his side, and now they have disappeared quietly, so he can't help but be nervous.

The search was fruitless, the quiet room was unobstructed, there was no place to collect ancient paintings, and the ice wall was not broken, and there was no trace on the body, where could the ancient paintings go?

The ancient painting disappeared, but the induction after Ah Zhi Ali recognized the owner in the ancient painting did not disappear, Ye Mo restrained his mind and concentrated on the induction.

Following the feeling that came from the underworld, Ye Mo's divine sense spread, and finally arrived at his own mud palace pill.

"Ancient painting, I didn't touch it, it actually ran to the mud palace pill by itself?. It seems that it has a close relationship with the cultivation of sitting and forgetting the scriptures just now!"

"What secrets are hidden in the scriptures?"

Ye Mo took out the jade slip engraved with the inscription of the Sutra, and his divine sense swept it, and it was clearly a scripture, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. He couldn't wait to leave this ashram and return to the Ye Clan's Immortal City to collect a piece of news about sitting and forgetting the scriptures. This ancient "Sitting and Forgetting Sutra" is only afraid of being extraordinary.