Chiling Cave Heaven, Underground Palace.

The Yan Bird tide in the deep Forgetful River was in full swing. Youruo was surfing the formation, and no Yan Bird could get close to him. The sword shadow was heavy, and the sharp sword energy was like pine waves surging, wave after wave.

Every time a group of Yan Birds are strangled, another group will come, which can be said to be endless. Inside the Bird Tide, Wangchuan practiced the Pure Yang Sword Technique over and over again. Each move from the inside to the outside, getting faster and faster, so fast that only shadows are seen flashing continuously in the Bird Tide; the Pure Yang True Art is in the operation of the Taoist Dharma, and the true qi in the Yuan Mansion is like a surging river and flowing thousands of miles. Every qi hole in Wangchuan's body is filled with lakes, and the strong true qi runs around the sky, and the true qi in the limbs and bones and the eight extraordinary meridians are becoming more and more full and swelling.

In the vast seabed, the last corner of the glacier melted instantly, and the tide surged, like a flood and beast about to swallow Wangchuan's Yuan Mansion. Outside of the body, Wangchuan's body suddenly stagnated, and he felt that a huge energy in the Yuan Mansion was about to break out of his body. He hurriedly explored into the Yuan Mansion, but unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the Yuan Mansion, his spiritual consciousness was repelled by a spiritual power.

Youruo noticed Wangchuan's strangeness and did not fly to help him, but continued to stay where she was. However, she did not do anything. With a pinch of her finger, a three-foot green edge condensed in front of her. When the sword pointed out, the three-foot green edge flew into the tide of sparrow.

This three-foot green edge is condensed by Youruo's sword intent, containing a wisp of sword rules, and the killing force is extremely fierce. As soon as they entered the tide of birds, their murderous intent was revealed, and the sword turned into thousands of sword energy. In an instant, all the Yanques within a few feet were strangled by the sword energy. Youruo was not in a hurry to deal with Yanques several feet away, but looked at Wangchuan quietly on one side until the Yanques approached Wangchuan again, and the sword fingers moved lightly, and another sword energy suddenly spread out.

At this moment, Wangchuan was in a mess in the Yuan Mansion. The only thing he could do was to activate the Pure Yang True Art to run quickly in his body and constantly extract the true qi from the Yuan Mansion. For a moment, the swelling and pain around his body became even stronger. The eight extraordinary meridians and the Qi meridians and Qi holes in various places were pushed to their limits by the vast and vast true qi.

The eyes were blank, every inch of the bones were shaken, the true qi in the sea of ​​Qi was violent, the meridians were cracked, the pain of the skin was thrust, and the heart was thirsty. Wangchuan endured the pain, stood cross-legged in the air, holding on to the Qingming Festival of the Spirit Platform. While urging the Pure Yang True Art to continuously extract the tyrannical and wanton true qi from the Yuan Mansion, he silently recited the Concentration Art and guarded the last trace of consciousness.

The Yuan Mansion had already had two heavens of ice and fire. The water spirit beads flew out of the sea and hung in the void, with thousands of feet of light illuminating every corner of the vast sea. The waves of the wild bee waves were calm in an instant. The light of the water spirit bee increased instead of weak. The melted moon spirit liquid was absorbed by the water spirit beads and converted into pure water spirit power. A water dragon poked out of his head and soared into the sky. Most of his body drove the clouds and fog as if he was about to rush out of the Yuan Mansion.

At this time, in the vast sea of ​​stars, the sun star burst out with powerful light, and hot flames fell from the sky and turned into a giant firebird, blocking the way of the water spirit dragon. One dragon and one bird suddenly started a war in the void of the Yuan Mansion, evenly matched and difficult to distinguish.

Look at this place, the water spirit dragon suddenly turned its head and sucked. The waves in the sea surged, and dozens of water columns soared into the sky and entered the mouth of the water spirit dragon. Although it was something that happened while breathing, the sea level dropped by half a depth. The firebird was not willing to be outdone. A bird song sounded over the world, the sun star moved, and the stars around him were dim. A silver net suddenly appeared, and the power of the star space flowed vigorously on the silver net. Ten thousand long rainbows fell from the sun star. The giant firebird flew in the air and swallowed the ten thousand long rainbows into the abdomen.

Outside his body, Wangchuan was like an old man who was about to die. His skin was dry and wrinkled, and his essence and blood seemed to be drained. He was as thin as firewood, and his silver hair covered his eyes. Within a few feet outside his body, the sword energy was surging, and the flames were like tides, and he refused to stop day and night without knowing to stop.

Youruo still stood in the void, without moving a step, but her cold and innocent face showed a little worry. She could feel the slightest heartbeat of Wangchuan, and when she heard it in her ears, she seemed to see the remaining fire in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time.

Water and fire cannot be integrated, and the two powerful forces are stalemate. They are competing for the dominance of the five elements of the Yuan Mansion. The Sun Star drained the fire spiritual power in the muscles and bones of the Forgetful River and the meridians, and the Water Spirit Pearl sucked all the true energy in the Yuan Mansion.

All those with spirits in the world enter the five elements. Ordinary people are balanced by the five internal organs, and their qualifications are the most mediocre. If they have spiritual roots, they are of outstanding qualifications and are easy to practice. Looking at the people in this world, most of them have single spiritual roots, while those with many spiritual roots are very small, and most of them live in harmony with each other, and few of them coexist with each other.

Usually, those who live in a body and have mutual affinity and mutual benefit will not practice many spiritual roots. Instead, they choose the good ones and practice them. The main and the secondary are clear, and those who are not good are followed.

There is Tao: Wuji gives birth to Tai Chi, Tai Chi gives birth to two qualities, two qualities give birth to three qualities, three qualities give birth to four images, four qualities give birth to five elements, five elements give birth to six mutuals, six mutual mutuals give birth to seven stars, seven stars give birth to eight trigrams, eight trigrams give birth to nine palaces, everything returns to the ten directions.

The three talents and four symbols, the five elements and six combinations, the seven stars and eight trigrams, the nine palaces and ten directions, all the derivatives are derived from the mutual generation and restraint of the two qualities, and the mutual cooperation of yin and yang can achieve the Tai Chi path. However, those who can enter the Tai Chi path are all ordinary people in the world, and how can they easily understand the supreme mystery of it?

Therefore, it is rare for those who can have mutual generation and mutual restraint in this world. Two or more forces cannot work together to help each other, and they will fight and collide in the body all day long. No matter how talented he is, he will explode in the endless struggle and die. Therefore, the way of mutual generation and mutual restraint in Tai Chi is not allowed without the opportunity given by heaven and firm perseverance.

The pain and powerlessness brought by the struggle between two powerful forces made Wangchuan dying. He had no time to care about the situation of the battle in the Yuan Mansion. How long could he live without a heart and thoughts? He could not open his mouth and recite the Concentration Art again. Only a trace of will in the spiritual platform still exists.

This will continue to persist. "Everyone knows that water and fire are incompatible, but Taoism says that yin and yang are in harmony. The number of Dayan is fifty, and the use of forty is nine, and it is only one. The fifty great way, three thousand methods of evolution, and the way of heaven is running in an orderly manner. Why is it not broken? The vast starry sky, thousands of stars are brilliant, and their natures are different. How do the sun star and the moon star, one yin and one yang, restrain each other?"

Wangchuan murmured to himself, the vast sea of ​​consciousness is full of time and space. Inside the starry sea, Wangchuan shuttles through the stars and clouds. The sun star is extremely hot, the moon star is extremely cold, and there are countless stars floating around them, each guarding a palace, because of some mysterious law that restrains each other, and assists the power of the star. The Big Dipper is respected by the Ziwei Star, the seven stars are connected, the Ziwei Star moves, and the six stars are all moving. The six stars are dim, the purple stars are bright, and the purple stars are powered to the six stars, and the six stars are radiating. The six stars are dim, and the purple stars are bright, and the purple stars are powered to the six stars, and the six stars are radiating. The other is the case.

At this time, the scene of the sea of ​​consciousness changes, the stars and the rivers are far away, and the Forgetful River looks up and condenses. I saw that the vast starry sky turns into countless small Yin and Yang array diagrams, and several small Yin and Yang array diagrams outline a huge Tai Chi diagram for the entire starry sky.

He seemed to understand something, and he said too excitedly in the sea of ​​consciousness, "So that's it, so that's it! The Taiyin star is the Sun star, and the Sun star is the Taiyin star. Everything is the appearance of nothingness, the image is born from the heart, and all things are there. If you want to coexist, you will coexist; if you want to restrain each other, you will destroy. I am Tai Chi, and it evolves into the ten directions."

"I am Tai Chi and have evolved into ten directions!" As soon as this statement came out, it was like a big bell, thick and majestic. Its sound was as loud as the sound of a winter thunder, its momentum was magnificent as the coming of the world of a god, and its principles were profound and difficult to understand.

When Youruo heard this, his mind trembled and turned his head to look at Wangchuan. He saw that his old and thin body quickly swelled, his clothes were stretched until they were broken, and his eight-foot body, the more perfect contour lines were filled with explosive power. The dry and gully skin faded from his body, and in the blink of an eye, his body recovered as before, and his skin became more shiny.

His eyes were as lightning, and Youruo's cheeks turned red. He immediately turned his back and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Thank you for protecting me, and I have experienced another death." Wangchuan appeared in front of Youruo, causing Youruo's pretty face to flush, quickly covering his eyes, and said in a sweet voice: "You... put on your clothes quickly."

Wangchuan then realized that his lower body was cold. He looked down and coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment. He quickly took out a set of cloth clothes and put them on his body, "Senior sister, I don't mean to be frivolous."

"Don't mention this matter again." Youruo avoided Wangchuan's gaze, breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and looked up at Wangchuan again, "Wangchuan, it seems that you have gained a lot this time."

Ticking the back of his head, Wangchuan smiled and said with a smile: "It's all up to my protection, otherwise I would have been pecked by these celestial birds long ago." As he said that, Wangchuan stared at the tide of guzzling birds that were coming to this place, almost killing him. "Senior sister retreated aside first, and I will go and meet these guzzling birds that cannot be beaten!"

Youruo was so happy that he retreated aside. As soon as Wangchuan finished speaking, he flew into the tide of sparrows, "Snakes, let you see my power."

A hot light suddenly burst out from the black Nestle, and the aura of destruction rushed towards the face. The huge firebirds flapped with their wings, and the heat waves rushed away, and the flame birds were blown away. The flame birds raised their heads and sang, and a powerful hurricane blew towards the flame birds with a huge suction force.

Countless flame birds condensed into a red vermilion bird in the hurricane, and flames were burning all over their bodies. The vermilion bird was stabilizing its body and opened its mouth to spit out black flames at the volcano. The volksky indeed looked at the vermilion bird with contempt, without fear of the black flames at all, and flapped its wings and forced it towards the vermilion bird.

The firebird got closer and closer. Seeing that the protruding black flames could not cause any harm to the firebird, the vermilion wanted to retreat. How could the firebird allow it to escape? He opened his mouth and sucked the black flames into his belly. The vermilion bird gradually dissipated from head to tail, and the flame birds were swallowed by the firebirds. The whole process lasted for a moment, and only a firebird was left in the huge underground palace.

Wangchuan stretched out his right palm, and the huge firebird flew back to the picture gradually shrank, and then turned into a pocket firebird and drilled into his palm.

As Yanque was swallowed by Wangchuan, the underground palace darkened again. The walls that were originally engraved with murals were already full of devastations. A green short sword with a short sword with half a blade inserted into the stone wall, and the exposed half of the blade with a green light appeared, and the fairy spirit was swirling.

Wangchuan flew forward, reached out and held the hilt of the Quebian knife and wanted to pull it out. He never thought that the pain would rush into his heart from his palm. What followed was a stream of spiritual power that shook Wangchuan out. Quebian's resistance aroused Wangchuan's competitive spirit. He tried to pull out the Quebian, but returned in vain.

Youruo didn't know when he appeared beside Wangchuan and said lightly: "You have to choose the master of the spiritual weapon, let alone the immortal weapon. Since this bird's blade is unwilling to go with you, why should you force it?"

"What a pity, these magical weapons should have shined in the world with their masters, but now they are buried here. Oh... I don't know when I will see the sun again." Wangchuan looked at the bird blade in front of him, and then looked at the Tianfeng Jiuyao Spear still standing on the giant pillar. He couldn't help feeling that Chi Yan and Ling Xuan were sad. How sad it was to store these magical weapons in this dark underground palace all day long!

"Wangchuan, everything has a certain number. When the time is ripe, they will welcome a new master." Youruo's words were calm and more transparent and free.

"I am always not as free and easy as my senior sister. Senior Yun Xiaozi often criticizes me, thinking that I am too pretentious. In fact, how can I not know myself, I often want to act casually, be free and unrestrained, but I am often worried about gains and losses, and be timid. I don't want to be too loving and indifferent, I just want to make myself live a more realistic life. Senior sister, are you saying I was wrong?"

Thinking of all the past, I showed my sad face. In order to avenge the deep hatred of blood, I did not hesitate to hurt people's lives; a thought of a disaster will cause trouble to injure the innocent, and I feel pity for myself, and I can't help but blame myself; it is the right way to eliminate demons, but I put down my butcher's knife... All kinds of things, what is right and what is wrong.

Is it wrong to sympathize with a pair of miserable mandarin ducks, and to be indifferent? How to do it is considered casual and casual, and how to do it is considered pretentious?

Wangchuan fell into obsession and became a little crazy. His body was full of sharp momentum. The sword energy of the Dongxu Sword swept across the palace, and the underground palace rumbling. There were countless sword marks on the walls around him, sand and stones flew away, and dust and smoke rose everywhere.

Seeing this, Youruo pointed his sword out and took advantage of his unpreparedness to directly point Wangchuan's forehead. The cool true energy came out from the sword. Wangchuan gradually calmed down. Dongxu Sword suddenly dropped his hands, lowered his arms, and closed his eyes.

"In life, there are many things that can only be known by yourself if you come in person. Some fates are planted in your previous life. Even if you work hard in this life, you must respond to the various karma debts accumulated in the past before you can break it."

Youruo and Wangchuan are intimate and know everything about his past experiences. "The origin and destruction of Moyan Town are all due to the causes of the past life. Being relatives with Xuezhi is the cause of the past life, and avenging her is the result of this life. The people who died because of you are the karma of their past life planted in their past life, and you will repay them in your hand. You hurt innocent people because of revenge. This is the karma of your planted in this life, and you will naturally have to pay it back in the next life."

"Saving Xingli and helping Hu Qin'er is a good relationship you have made, and you will be rewarded in the future. Everything in the world has a certain number. The six realms of reincarnation are wrong in the previous life, the current life is right, and the next life may be wrong. Right and wrong, good and evil are right and wrong, and this depends on the heart, and it is related to the Tao, so why should you be attached to it?"

"Everyone in the world knows that beauty is beautiful, but evil is gone; everyone knows that goodness is not good. The mutual generation of existence and non-existence, the mutual consolidation of difficulty and ease, the mutual punishment of length and shortness, the mutual enrichment of high and low, the harmony of sounds, the mutual following of succession, and the constant..."

After a long time, Wangchuan opened his eyes and a peaceful smile appeared on his face. In the past life, due to the consequences of the next life, he no longer insisted on right and wrong, and followed his original intention, "Those who know good will always do things, and those who know bad will control the law. Life is like a dream, flowers bloom and fall, and the Tao follows nature. Laughing, anger and scolding are all for my own words."

"Wangchuan, if you understand this principle, it will not be in vain for my hard work." Youruo nodded slightly. Wangchuan was relieved to be able to realize it suddenly. She did not forget to remind her: "Everything is appropriate, and if it is too correct, it is too much."

"Thank you for your fulfillment, senior sister." Wangchuan breathed a sigh of relief, the depression in his chest was relieved, and he felt much more relaxed.

"Aren't you talking about mourning Chi Yan and Ling Xuan? Go to the underground palace to have a look." Youruo said.

In the majestic underground palace, there are only stone pillars of 28 or so standing quietly. In the depths of the underground palace hall, there are two corpses lying. The bones have been tens of thousands of years without rotting, and the appearance of Ling Xuan and Chi Yan is still there.

As soon as they stepped into the hall, lights suddenly lit up on the standing stone pillars of the underground palace, and then a sea of ​​fire appeared on the ground, blocking the way for the two of them. The two tried to fly over the sea of ​​fire, but unexpectedly, just now, countless fireballs descended from the hall as if they had eyes, and they fell to the two of them.

When he fell back to the ground, Wangchuan explored his palm and sucked it. The sea of ​​fire in front of him was like a dragon playing in water, and was sucked by Wangchuan. Since the strange fire appeared in his body, his control of fire became different from that of ordinary people. With his previous enlightenment, the ordinary flames in the world could no longer cause any harm to him. He could absorb the flames and refine the spiritual power of fire for his own use.

The ground of the entire hall looked like a stone bed. Chi Yan and Ling Xuan lay quietly flat, as if asleep. Chi Yan was still wearing the red armor, looking majestic, as if he was a general. Ling Xuan was wearing a black fairy cloak, her hair was tied into a flying bun, and her head was thrown into a golden bird, making her look luxurious and elegant. The two vermilion smears at the corners of her eyes added a bit of a man's heroic appearance. The two of them depended on each other, held hands together, and did not separate for a long time.

The love between Chi Xiao and Ling Xuan was ultimately no match for fate. Life cannot be together, so we can only rely on each other by death. Wangchuan looked at the two of them silently, and after a long time, he murmured: "Chi Yan, Ling Xuan, you can rest in peace."

Chi Yan and Ling Xuan were in pain during their lifetime, but also miserable after their death. Ling Xuan might be regretful, but Chi Yan was willing to give his life for the sake of the person he loved. I think the moment before his death was happy. Wangchuan touched the scene and felt in his heart: If he could get a confidante, there would be no regrets in this life, I would like Chi Yan to give everything for the person he loved, even if it was life.

Youruo looked quietly from the side, trying to understand Wangchuan's sadness and regret. Is this the so-called human nature?

It took a long time before the two of them turned around and left.

However, the moment they turned and left, a figure appeared in the hall.
Chapter completed!