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Chapter 736 Tiandu Tiandixuan 3
It was getting dark, and the middle-aged man didn't come back. Xie Xiaoyu sat leaning against the door frame, fanning non-stop.

He just made this thing, the fan bones are made of those gara wood, he didn't spare even the smallest branches, all tied to it, the fan surface is made of bird feathers.

He can be sure that there was a fan in ancient times, because when he was tinkering with this thing, Old Baimao looked at it twice, and when he made a rough shape, Old Baimao lost interest.

With this thing as a cover up, Xie Xiaoyu's mood became more and more comfortable, at least the trip was not in vain.

He was wondering where to bury things when he went back?I saw a middle-aged man rushing in, grabbed Xie Xiaoyu and walked out, saying repeatedly: "Hurry up, come with me."

Old Baimao also hurriedly followed.

With the strength of these two people, it is easy to break through the space, but they run with two feet, and they don't even need to escape.

Xie Xiaoyu could only run along.

Along the way, he saw a lot of people, the more he walked in, the more people there were, and the better they were dressed, it was almost impossible to see anyone wearing animal skins, at least linen robes, just like middle-aged men Like Lao Baimao, you can occasionally see a few people wearing wide-sleeved cloaks.

In addition to being curious, he was more shocked. The strength of the ancient ancestors was much stronger than he imagined. The people he saw along the way, except for a few little guys like him, were all the same as middle-aged men. The whole body exudes great fluctuations.

In their tribe, only the old Baimao and the middle-aged man have reached the realm of "He Dao". Everyone else is far behind, but here, just grab anyone and have such strength.

At the beginning, I heard the wood spirit talk about "connecting with the Tao", which seemed to be a very great thing. To open up wisdom and be in harmony with the Tao, even the "Heaven" would be afraid of it, and if not killed, at least it would be expelled.Unexpectedly, in the ancient times, such people were everywhere.

What about the Yaozu?
In terms of individual strength, the monster race is definitely much stronger than the human race, and a monster of the same level can deal with dozens, or even hundreds of people.

So what about innate monsters?

Back then, the Yaozu relied on numbers to pile up the innate spirits to death.

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, because there was still Tiandao behind, Tiandao was the strongest among the innate spirits, the final winner, and the ruler of this world.

Why is the Dao of Heaven still afraid of beings who are intelligent and compatible with the Dao?

Xie Xiaoyu didn't dare to think too much, these thoughts just flashed through his mind, he was afraid of being noticed by the people around him.Especially after entering the innermost wall, he didn't dare to think about it.

There is nothing inside this wall, no flowers, plants, trees, palace buildings, just a piece of bare flat land, the ground is neither gold nor jade, smooth as a mirror, it can clearly reflect people, walking on it is like walking on water, Below are all reflections.

There are a lot of people here, it can definitely be called a crowd, shoulder to shoulder.

When he came to Taikoo, he saw so many people for the first time.What's even more frightening is that everyone here is at least of the old Baimao's level, and occasionally there are only one or two who are similar to middle-aged men.

There are also strengths and weaknesses in harmony with the Tao. Old Baimao is stronger than the middle-aged man. In the tribe, the reason why the two are on equal footing is because Old Baimao is easy-going and takes everything lightly.

The farther you go into the crowd, the stronger those people become. Many people's Dao fluctuations are already real, and all around their bodies are emitting a hazy light.

In the center of the crowd, a few old men sat floating in the air. The rays of light emitted from their bodies had a radius of about an acre, and complex lines could be faintly seen in the light. These lines reflected on the mirror-like floor, and immediately appeared one by one. The three-dimensional patterns composed of light, some are like blooming lotus flowers, some are like steaming flames, and some are like raging waves.

Looking at these patterns, Xie Xiaoyu suddenly thought of those immortals, Buddhas, gods, and demons in the legend.When this kind of existence appears on the stage, it must be a halo above the head, covered in colorful clouds, stepping on lotus flowers, surrounded by clouds of light.

Originally, he thought it was a layman's imagination, or a fraud by a magic stick, because there was no such description in the classics of Buddhism, Taoism and demons, but now he finally knows that all of this is true.

Xie Xiaoyu stared blankly at those old men.

They looked decidedly more human, or rather, they looked like the people of the afterlife.The hair on the body is not so long, and most of the skin is exposed. Only the hair, beard and eyebrows are still thicker than those of later generations. Their faces are also squarer than others, and their foreheads are no longer sunken so much. One of them The forehead has even been flattened.

Xie Xiaoyu suddenly remembered the saying of innate Taoism.

Human beings are born with a Taoist body, superior to any living beings, so human beings have become the protagonists of this world.There has always been such a saying in Buddhism and Taoism. He originally thought that it was the human race putting gold on his face, but now he believes it a little bit. At least the deeper the cultivation of the people in the ancient times, the appearance of people in later generations is the same. more like.

However, this idea was just born, and he immediately suppressed it. He didn't even dare to think about it. God knows if these old people would sense something?
The middle-aged man pulled Xie Xiaoyu and walked a few steps closer to the old men, pinched Xie Xiaoyu to the ground by pinching his neck.

Xie Xiaoyu had no room to resist at all, and he didn't want to resist either. After all, these people in front of him were all famous figures in ancient times, and they were the leaders of the human race. According to the time, they should lead the human race to defeat the monster race and let the human race Become the protagonist of the world.

What made him even more emotional was that none of these people survived in the end, and all of them died in the war with the Yaozu.

In order to commemorate their attacks, the people of later generations honor them as emperors of heaven.

People who practice Taoism will not bow down easily, but they will bow down to the sky, the ground, and their ancestors.

The middle-aged man had obviously told those old men about Xie Xiaoyu's situation, so they looked at Xie Xiaoyu with interest, especially the old man with a flat forehead and the strongest appearance stretched out his hand towards Xie Xiaoyu .

The old man and Xie Xiaoyu were separated by several feet, but his palm unexpectedly crossed the distance between them with ease, and directly rested on Xie Xiaoyu's forehead.

Being able to use the way of space to such an easy-to-handle level, the strength of that old man far exceeded Xie Xiaoyu's imagination.

The old man's palm only touched lightly, and then let go. There was something between his index finger and middle finger.

When Xie Xiaoyu saw what it was, his eyes widened in surprise.

What the old man was holding was actually divine thoughts, the formless, substanceless, and illusory spiritual thoughts were actually pinched out by him with two fingers.

He immediately concentrated on looking inside, and sure enough, the trace of spiritual thoughts entrenched in his consciousness disappeared, but in the next moment, the spiritual thoughts returned to their original state, not more, not less.

"Interesting, interesting, very interesting." The old man smiled, he looked at his hand upside down, his two fingers still held a trace of spiritual thought.

"This divine sense seems to have existed for millions of years. Could it be that it was left by a strong monster?" An old man next to him asked with a frown.

The old man with his divine thoughts smiled and did not answer. He saw more things than others. He knew that this divine thought did not come from millions of years ago. On the contrary, it came from millions of years later.

He glanced at Xie Xiaoyu inadvertently, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew stronger.He already felt Xie Xiaoyu's strangeness, and part of it also came from a long time ago.

Others don't know, but he knows that similar things have happened.For some unknown reason, the consciousness of future generations goes upstream along the river of time, connecting with this world.

This is one of the biggest taboos between heaven and earth.It's okay if no one finds out, once the identity is revealed, that person will be wiped out.

He didn't want this person to be wiped out.

In order to ensure this, he unknowingly set up a restriction in Xie Xiaoyu's consciousness, which is to prevent others from peeping.

No one noticed his little move, this is the gap in strength, the strength of others is not as good as him.

Leaving Xie Xiaoyu aside for the time being, the old man tore it a few times casually, and the invisible and insubstantial divine sense was torn into strands like cotton wool, and sent to several other old men.

"It's really interesting. If you remove it, it will be born again. It can never be cut off, just like grass." An old man next to him fiddled with the divine sense in his hand, admiring softly in his mouth.

"It should be said to be vines." Another old man quickly corrected, he put the trace of spiritual thought under his nose and sniffed, as if he could smell the smell: "The roots of the vines are not here, and there is no way to cut them off. So it can't be eradicated, and "he looked at Xie Xiaoyu, and put his hand on Xie Xiaoyu's forehead, and then said: "It's so strong, with the smell of vegetation, this kid is so talented, he shouldn't cultivate it at all. Hunyuan."

"That's not necessarily the case. Hunyuan's creation of all things is a great creation, which is much more grand than the way of grass and trees." The leader of the old man did not agree, he had already seen through Xie Xiaoyu's details.

The other elders thought about it for a while, and all nodded, but they just admitted that what they said was true, and they didn't think Xie Xiaoyu could really do it.

Saying and doing are two different things after all.

It is a great creation that Hunyuan plays all things, the more it is like this, the harder it is to understand.On the contrary, it is much easier to comprehend the way of vegetation.

One is flat and easy, but the road leading to the middle of the mountain, and the other is steep and difficult, but the dangerous road leading directly to the top of the mountain. How to choose is a matter of opinion.

"Let's talk about how to solve this divine sense first." The old man in charge brought the topic back.

"Don't you already have a solution in your heart?" The old man next to him laughed. This matter is a big problem for the old white hair and the middle-aged man, but it is only a little tricky for them.

Hearing this, Xie Xiaoyu immediately raised his head and looked at the old man in the lead expectantly.

The old man didn't intend to thank Xiaoyu's appetite, so he thought for a moment and said, "This strand of spiritual thought is like a parasitic vine, its roots are elsewhere, but there is a parasitic root on your body, absorbing your spirit and strengthening it. Self, so the slashing is endless, and there is no way to get rid of it with external force."

"Then what should I do?" Xie Xiaoyu knew that this person must have a solution.

Sure enough, the old man laughed and said: "There are many ways, one of which is to condense the spirit, so that this spirit can't be absorbed, that is, it can't be parasitic, and it will naturally have nothing to do with you."

Xie Xiaoyu understood, what is meant by condensing the soul, to put it more clearly, is to cultivate the primordial spirit.

This body has just started to cultivate, even if he is in Taigu, even if he already has experience, he will definitely not encounter bottlenecks before he reaches Daojun. It will take at least ten or eight years to practice to become a primordial spirit.

How can there be so much time?
Seeing that Xie Xiaoyu didn't respond, the old man didn't think it was embarrassing, he laughed and continued: "It's really passive to do this, the best way is to refine this divine sense, in this way, you will have something to share with you." It sucks it, and you suck it too. This divine sense invades your consciousness and is fighting on your territory. You have already taken advantage of it, and there must be someone next to you to help."

The old man's words are pun intended.

It's a pity that other people couldn't tell and thought he was referring to people in the tribe, but Xie Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat. At that moment, he thought of Li Subai and those real immortals.But he didn't dare to think about it, the thought flashed by.

The smile on the corner of the old man's mouth grew stronger. He already knew a lot, what would the future generations be like?Know the strength of the people of later generations?I also know that the human race will face catastrophe in a year.

"The one who is best at the way of divine sense is Ba Ba, you can ask him for advice." The old man didn't plan to do it himself.

The people next to him looked weird, and when it came to the understanding of spirits and minds, no one could compare with Baba, but it was not a problem to deal with this shred of minds, why bother to ask that guy for help?

"Ba?" The middle-aged man frowned. He had heard of this name before. Ba's strength was very strong, but his character was terrible. No one regarded him as a friend all day long, but he had a lot of enemies.

"If he doesn't want to help, it's not too late to come to us." The old man laughed, and he smiled meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)