Nine Cents Refining

Tens of thousands of monks are solemn, respectful, and powerful, so that those who are slightly weaker can not enter this sacred venue.

When the first sunshine was delivered from the horizon, Sun Hao’s body floated, and the sun was very casual and natural, standing on the high platform.

Very casually swept a few eyes, Sun Hao’s face showed a faint smile, and he said with aloud: “Since a few friends have come, come to me and talk to me, please...”

In the voice, Sun Hao lifted his hand with a slight hand.

Among the millions of monks, seven futons rose from the ground and turned to the high platform where Sun Hao was.

When the monks looked at the high platform, they suddenly discovered that it was almost the moment when the futon flew up. On the high platform, they were sitting on the knees and sitting on seven different monks.

A beautiful woman who looks very gentle; an old man with an old bark on his face; a middle-aged scribe who is a spirited man; a brawny man wearing a horse skin; a saint with a white circle on his head; A wicked man with a black head on his head; the last person was covered with a black towel, revealing a pair of fingers like a bone.

The futon of seven people was surrounded by the ancestors, and Qi Qi pleaded with the ancestors.

Within the total tower road, almost all of the human races have arrived. These monks have seen the people, Hao Anyi, and almost saw the moment of the middle-aged scribes. Everyone has already realized that the seven people in front of you are in a virtual world. A few high-ranking monks standing at the top of the monks.

The white jade is high, and the ten-faced futon is evenly distributed around Sun Hao. It is not crowded at all.

Sun Hao smiled slightly at the seven Mahayana masters and walked over to the center of the futon and sat down slowly.

At the moment when Sun Hao sat down, the eight towers shined brightly and burst into brilliant light, shining in the middle of the platform.

The eight futons are in the light, as if they were lifted up, slowly lifted off, 9 feet off the ground, suspended in midair.

The futons are in place, and Sun Hao is waiting to see the ceremony. Too old and old trees face Sun Hao slightly, and whispered: "Now the virtual world, the agarwood is respected, even the old tree has already felt the enormous pressure on the agarwood. We are here, It’s listening, when the weak agarwood is...”

In the voice, the futons of the old trees are slowly sinking.

Sun Hao is waiting to be polite, and the emperor Hao Anyi has already laughed: "Oh, Shen Xiang, the old tree is right. At this height, we admire the absolute strength. With Aquila’s current strength, we should have awe. ......"

The ancestors’ brains are placed: “I’m very unwilling, but I’m worse than people. You’re really convinced that you’re convinced, well, you’ll not fake it.”

The seven suspended futons slowly descended, a little shorter than Sun Hao, suspended above the white jade platform.

Sun Hao is also unpretentious, his face is smiling, and he said: "They are very kind, but if that is the case, then I will adjust the entire site to adjust..."

After that, Sun Hao glanced around and said, "The pressure of the eight Mahayana is not something that ordinary people can stand. The friends of the Dao, the agarwood, and adjust your position. Please be careful." ”

After that, Sun Hao single-handedly recruited the air.

Almost instantaneously, the monks felt that the futon they were sitting on moved at the same time, and their body moved quickly with the futon.

More than a million futons moved at the same time, and the entire huge dojo appeared in the air. The monks in it felt only like weaving around, and the monks sat on the futon and floated quickly.

The entire huge dojo, instantly moved, it is very strange that more than a million monks adjust and come, the action is extremely fast, but in the process, there is no collision.

Only the moment of rest, the water is everywhere, and the position of all the monks is adjusted.

Then, the dojo of Zhizai’s construction, there was a miraculous change at the moment, and the flat grassland slowly turned into a one-sided slope, with a circle and a circle on it, and the futon after Sun Hao’s adjustment fell. Above these platforms.

Out of the position closest to Sun Hao, the entire dojo became a huge funnel shape, and the highest and outermost position was already far above the high platform where Sun Hao was.

The distance from the high platform has also become closer to the moment, and it is able to more effectively perceive the atmosphere of Sun Hao.

At the end of the day, everyone will be ranked in such a large dojo, and it has completely changed the layout of the dojo.

This is a strong sense of induction, how strong the control, and how high the repair is.

The monk of the Taoist court, could not help but be shocked, looking at the high-altitude Sun Hao, the heart is full of admiration.

It’s amazing, it’s amazing.

The ancestors of the war were really the ancestors, and this is really a bad sight.

I haven't started to preach, and this hand of Sun Haolu has already surprised every monk.

Perhaps, for many monks, controlling hundreds of thousands of people will cost a lot of effort, but the ancestors will control tens of millions.

Powerful does not explain.

When all the monks returned to their homes and stabilized their feelings, Sun Hao sat on the futon and said slowly: "Agarwood has seen friends."

Everyone did not dare to neglect, and they all stood in the face of Gaotai. "I have seen the great ancestors and met the ancestors..."

Thousands of people sang together, and thousands of powerful monks sang in abundance. Suddenly, the Abel battle star over the sky, the mountains and the tsunami-like grandeur, the sound of waves and waves rising higher than a wave, resounding through the sky.

It is at this moment that the whole imposing manner of the Terran is suddenly booming. It can be said that the prestige of the Terran and the Qiyun of the Terran suddenly reached a new height.

On the top of the high platform, the emperor Hao Anyi instantly felt, and the eyes flashed with joy, sweeping the Sun Hao in the middle, revealing an incomparable look.

Several other Mahayana monks looked at each other and saw the shock and helplessness in each other's eyes.

A good Terran ancestor, a good and exquisite calculation, the human race, it has reached the apex in an instant, flying into the sky.

Sun Hao’s face was faintly smiling, and he was not entertained. He began to go straight into the theme and began to preach the world: “Tao is the most meticulous cultivation of my people. For many years, thousands of people have been the masters of the Tao. The word has given a lot of magical explanations, and it has been covered with layers of noble veil. Today, Aquilaria gives a brief talk about his understanding of the Tao, the interpretation of the Tao, and hopes to have a good understanding of everyone’s practice. help……"

Mahayana said, Mahayana preached.

This is difficult to understand, not able to practice, will definitely hear the clouds, not knowing what to say.

However, Sun Hao said, in-depth explanation, every monk who heard Sun Hao’s sorrows, all have deep understanding, it feels really the same thing, feeling, that is indeed the Tao.

What is the Tao? The road is not the road, the road is not the road, very road.

What is the Tao? Daosheng one, one life two, two three, three things.

What is the Tao? Road, nature too. Nature is the way ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ natural, self, self. Of course, this is the case. Everything is not the thing itself, the sun and the moon are unburned and self-evident, the stars are unrecognized and self-ordered, the beasts are not artificial and self-generated, the wind is unmanned and automatic, the water is unmanned and self-flowing, the vegetation is self-generated, no Breathing and breathing, not heartbeat and heartbeat...

The Tao is like the road of human walking, all the time, not in the life of man, and affects the survival of man all the time.

There is no attribute of the Tao, and the Tao is not good or bad.

The Tao is the Tao, and the Tao is not the Tao.

Sun Hao opened the Ming Dynasty and quoted the classics, first telling what is the Tao. With Sun Hao’s remarks, on the high platform, there will naturally be many mirror images to testify Sun Hao’s point of view.

All the monks seem to sink into the sensation of the avenue, watching the illusion of the avenue, constantly understanding and feeling deeply.

In the memory, the seeds of the avenue were deeply buried.

The Tao is not, when you can't see it, the Tao does not exist; very, when you realize it, the Tao is around. Reading network