"Heaven and earth are the robbers of all things, all things are robbed by man, and man is the robber of all things. The three thieves are in harmony, and the three talents are in harmony..."

He opened his eyes and looked forward.

Just when he wrote it down, a sharp stabbing pain suddenly came from his mind, making Chen Heng frown for a moment.

And in this intense sting, the words I just wrote down were about to be gradually forgotten.

Like water stains dried in the sun, they faded from his memory...

"not good!"

Chen Heng was slightly startled, knowing that his current situation was not good.

After all, seeing it once is better than hearing it a hundred times.

Hearing is false, seeing is true!

This way of cultivation of "Yin Erosion Red Water" was left in Wuyunye by Qiao Zhenjun. It has been nearly a year, but no living being has been able to obtain this blessing. There must be a reason for it.

Even though he could only stay in place for three breaths, he had to move forward in order not to be killed by the sword energy in the stone pillar.

But three breaths of effort...

For those who have achieved success in spiritual practice, it is best not to just write down these ten words in three breaths.

It is not difficult for them to write down a long, arrogant and gorgeously decorated article in three breaths, it is a piece of cake.

In fact, these tadpole-shaped golden words, under the deliberate arrangement of Qiao Zhenjun, will bring a great burden to the mind.

If you try to force yourself to memorize it, it will not only be a pain in your muscles and bones, but you will also inevitably forget the original shape of the words.

"It's a weird trial, with such an embarrassment. In the whole world, I'm afraid not many people can succeed and succeed in the 'Yin Erosion Red Water'... What is the intention of Qiao Zhenjun, who is from the Zhongyi Sword Sect?

"

In the blink of an eye.

Chen Heng also found that his body was also bound by some invisible Qi, and he could not perform Taoist magic, nor could he open the Qiankun Bag. He used a talisman to record the golden words in his mind.

This seems to be a dead end for one party.

Whenever you enter——

We can only move forward, we can no longer go back!

Ordinary living beings can only truly understand how difficult this situation is until they face it themselves.

But wait until it gets to that point.

Even if you want to regret it and survive, there is no room for turning back...

"It is a gift from God, but I am to blame for it! With the golden cicada in my hand, it seems that this 'yin-eroded red water' is exactly what I deserve!"

Chen Heng secretly thought in his heart, communicated with Jin Chan with his mind, and instantly entered the One True Dharma Realm.

Once you are in the Dharma Realm, use your fingers to form a pen and carefully write down the golden words in your mind on the ground...

He just laughed loudly.

With a wave of his sleeves and robe, he returned to the present world.

at this time.

It's time for three breaths to come!

There is a sharp sword energy that is gradually solidifying in the stone pillar. Even if it is not fired, there is still a murderous intention that can cut apart the world! It makes people's hearts tremble!

Chen Heng looked calm and took a few steps forward.

After walking forward for about ten feet, the golden characters on the stone pillar dimmed slightly and then changed again.

…

"Let the hanging millet bead hang in the sky, hold it firmly, and let the flying god sink to the bottom of the sea. Don't miss the chance of heaven. Refining the Qi, chasing it up to the Nangong, repairing the separation and doing Qian."

He repeated his old trick and left this text on the ground of the Dharma Realm.

Chen Heng's eyes narrowed and he stepped forward again.

…

"Use essence as the people's fire, Qi as the divine fire, and the heart as the king's fire, which are harmonized with the Dantian and transported by one Qi."

…

"Keep time and warm up, reborn as a new cauldron, and take the patent medicine into the abdomen..."

…

When Chen Hengzheng was approaching the stone pillar one foot after another.

Song Rupu, who was waiting outside but had not yet left, had a cold sweat on her palms.

He could not see the tadpole-shaped golden characters revealed on the stone pillars.

Each of the five clouds separated a wisp, surging and drooping, clustering into a puff of five-color smoke, from top to bottom, firmly covering everything within a hundred feet of the stone pillar.

If you look closely, you can only see a bright and dazzling light, a riot of colors, like a rainbow covering the ground.

The wonderful scenery of heaven and earth could be heard from far away, attracting the attention of all the landscape cultivators in Wuyun Ye, and they all pointed out words.

At this time, there was a strong sound of wind above our heads.

Song Rupu was startled and looked anxiously, only to see a flying chariot pulled by six bat beasts, hovering steadily in the sky.

Sitting in the middle of the chariot was a young monk wearing a royal crown and a face as pale as snow. He was holding a seven-foot-high pot of blood coral in his hand.

Hundreds of ghost soldiers were divided into two squads, guarding the chariot in the middle. They were all armed with strong weapons and powerful, and they were obviously elite men.

"Second Young Master?"

As soon as Song Rupu's eyes touched the young monk in the chariot, he understood his identity and hurriedly bowed and saluted:

"We've seen each other for a long time. When I saw this scene today, did I just come back from a hunting trip? How could I happen to meet him like this? It's such an honor for me!"

"Today is not a hunting trip. I just accidentally heard that one of Qiao Zhenjun's family members seemed to want to capture a firefinch and use it as a spiritual pet, so they made such a big fight. It's a pity..."

The young monk's name was Ding Wei, and he was the second son of Ding Xian, the master of Wuyuanye. He was usually not favored, but unfortunately he had no talent in swordsmanship and did not have the opportunity to sit down and listen to the true master.

He smiled bitterly, put the blood coral he was holding aside casually, got out of the carriage, and raised his hand to help Song Rupu, who was still bowing.

"It's a pity that the Firebird Cave that we explored a few years ago has now been moved or dead. It's completely empty inside. It's such a pity to go there in vain!"

Ding Wei shook his head, changed the subject again, and asked:

"Who is meditating on sutras? It's so awesome!"

"This..." Song Rupu didn't understand what he meant.

Boom!

At this time, the stone pillar made another sound!

The golden text that burst out from the pillar became more and more conspicuous.

It almost pierced the five-colored clouds that covered it!

"Wait a minute, we're already fifty feet away?!"

Ding Wei was even more surprised and asked: "Tell the truth! Which family is this child from? Do you not recognize him?"
Chapter completed!