After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

The gust of wind whistling above the isolated peak was as sharp as a sharp sword every time. On the vertically rising cliff, there was an open rock that could accommodate two or three people standing, and there was a cave beside it.

Yan Jin stood on the rock, surrounded by a circular virtual light, isolated from the raging wind, his clothes and hair remained motionless.

The jade tree stands upright, endowed with grace and luxury, with a majestic temperament.

Those dark eyes were staring into the cave.

The light illuminated half of the inside through the hole. Yan Lin felt the breath outside, and slowly opened his eyes. There was a cold light in his eyes, and he casually glanced at the hole.

This is a place of retreat and cultivation. There are restrictions on the entrance of the cave and no one is allowed to wander in. The spiritual sense of the outsiders cannot detect the situation inside, but the people inside can perceive the movement outside.

Yan Lin took out the golden fantasy pill that he had secretly prepared in his bosom and ate it. It was time for a year, and it was time to take the second pill.

Under the Illusion Pill's lower abdomen, the realm aura in the early stage of leaving the body faded instantly, and the cultivation of the Jindan cultivator filled the entire cave. He lowered his head and looked at the Floating Life Scroll, changing gestures with both hands, and the scroll leaped out. The original blank painting heart kept changing , become thicker than before.

The fifth stage of the Broken Jade Heart Jue - Fairyland.

He did it.

The leap from the fourth level to the fifth level, accompanied by the improvement of the state of mind, absorbs more spiritual power than before, the entire sea of ​​consciousness is wider, the cultivation level contained in the state of mind is stronger, and the Taoist heart is as strong as a rock.

The brown eyes were full of excitement and excitement, so that the grand meeting in the Lost and Wonderland three days later was as stable as Mount Tai, and he was bound to win the blood of the black unicorn.

You who only have the golden core cultivation base, what are you going to grab from me!

He seemed to be able to foresee the collapse of someone's sinister fox mask, revealing a surprised and astonished face underneath.

Perhaps the feeling of victory over An Jinnian made him more excited than getting the blood of the black unicorn, and he couldn't wait.

Because Yan Jin was still outside, he didn't delay for too long. He closed his eyes to hide the joy and excitement in his eyes. He stood up and performed a cleansing technique on himself.

He obviously brought a message to Yan Jin saying that he was in the general cave, why did he still find Gufeng?

Although he was doubtful, he raised his foot and walked out. When the guards outside the cave saw him coming out, they held up their hands and walked away.

Yan Lin was not given any time to react.

A white light flashed, and the two landed in the green bamboo forest of Canglin Garden, standing opposite each other.

Yan Lin has already put away his edge, and still looks so innocent. Looking carefully, there is still a trace of imperceptible tension mixed in the innocent mask. He seems to be worried that Yan Jin will scold him.

The person on the opposite side just looked up and down with sharp eyes. The young man's eyes were bright, and there was a little smile on his energetic face. After a while, he nodded and said with satisfaction: "One year's breakthrough golden pill is not bad." good."

He didn't mention the matter of Gufeng, and immediately Yan Lin relaxed: "That's natural, I'm not inferior to my brother when I'm serious."

But Yan Jin didn't smile, but became more serious, his imposing manner sank, and his tone was not lacking in sternness: "But why didn't you tell me, if I knew that you wanted to break the boundary so recklessly, I would accompany you."

He was dumbfounded for a moment: "I'm just forming the alchemy, it's a small matter, I don't need to bother my brother at all... And Lin..."

Yan Jin fixedly looked at him.

He swallowed his throat, always feeling that using Lin Yanzhi as a shield would be ripped off, so he instinctively changed his excuse: "...Isn't this just to avoid the Changtian Sword Sect, although I rejected it last time, senior, but I don’t want to be a swordsman, so I can only hide and improve my realm by the way.”

"Even if you want, I won't let you go." Yan Jin's eyes were deep and his voice was cold and hard, as if the air pressure would suddenly drop as soon as the word "Changtian Sword School" was mentioned.

He couldn't refute, so he could only keep silent.

"But that's good too. I'll worry less about the grand event in Lost Trail Wonderland." Yan Jin changed the subject, his momentum softened, and he walked forward slowly, raised his hand to caress the broken hair on his forehead, and his tone softened a little.

Before Yan Lin could reply, he said again: "I will lead the team for this event, and Yan Bai will enter the country with you."

Yan Lin was taken aback for a moment, took off the evil hand on his head, and held it tightly, very surprised: "Yan Bai is going? Daddy agreed?"

His dark brown eyes stared at the tightly grasped hand calmly, the warm touch, the fresh temperature, the intimacy passed over, the heartstrings were touched, and he nodded.

"We feel more at ease when he goes."

Yan Lin pursed his lips, let go of his hands, and could only compromise: "...Okay."

First of all, the Mizong Wonderland Grand Festival is held every [-] years, and it is mainly divided into three sections, the competition, the relics of the wonderland, and the lost treasure.

This grand event itself is to improve and experience the new juniors of various sects, so each section has standards and restrictions for participation.

In the competition, only Jindan Realm can participate.Relics Fairyland Bigu Realm, each sect has no more than five people.There is no limit to the number of people below the Nascent Soul Realm.

Among them, the most attractive is the relic fairyland, because this is not a false illusion, but a real ancient relic, everything in it is unknown, spiritual treasures, magic tools, exercises, all attractive things are possible exist.

And Yan Bai is his collateral cousin, in his seventies, in the middle stage of Golden Core, with fairly good talent, civil and wood dual spiritual roots, taciturn, happy and not angry, and has been practicing hard in the mountains with his elders.

He had seen it a few times as a child.

The three sticks couldn't type a word...he might suffocate to death this time.

It's better to send a useless person with him as in the previous two lives, but he can act freely and conveniently.

However, he felt that Yan Jin's aura was a bit different from his state, and he asked uncertainly, "Has my brother's state improved?"

"Ah."

Yan Jin responded softly, glanced imperceptibly at the empty hand, shook it, as if unwilling to give up, then put his hand back into his wide sleeve, looked up at the person opposite and said: "Three months of retreat, the realm has reached its peak." to a later date."

He said it lightly, without taking it seriously, as if it was a trivial matter.

After three months, it rose to the late stage of out-of-body...it was a monster.

After the previous two lives, I seemed to instinctively ignore this person, ignore his related matters, and forget that he is a mutant dual spiritual root.

Compared with the rare single spiritual roots, mutant spiritual roots attach great importance to the talent of understanding. Most of the mutant spiritual roots have been cultivated at most for hundreds of years, and very few of them can rely on their own nature to create, obtain and single spiritual roots. Same achievement as a monk.

Yan Jin belongs to this very few people.

His talent was no worse than his own and An Jinnian's. In a moment of daze, Yan Lin quickly realized, sifting through the words in his head, and said softly, "Then when shall we leave?"

Yan Jin looked down at him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Two days later, you can go and prepare first during this time." As he spoke, he took out a copper crescent-shaped enchantment key from his arms, on which Jiahui of Haoran Immortal Mansion was engraved.

The key to the treasure house...

Yan Lin raised his head and bumped into those eyes full of warmth, gentle, pampering, indulgent, all the emotions were sincere and flawless.

Only he knows, the falsehood hidden behind those emotions, even ridicule...

This person just gave him the key with many treasures without reservation, which means he understands it, just like the thoughts in his head.

The subtext is, go to the Treasure Pavilion and take whatever you want.

Yan Lin suddenly felt a chill from the depths of his soul.

This person is always so dangerous, even if he resurrects the third world, he still can't tell whether his feelings are hypocrisy or sincerity...

The betrayal of the two lives made him feel hazy, he could only keep telling himself, don't be fooled!Don't be fooled!

He lied to you!

But every time he couldn't help but want to get closer, couldn't help thinking... maybe, this time he was really...

Yan Lin clenched his fists, his nails dug into his flesh, the pain reminded him, and pulled him out of the trap.

Raising his hand to take the key, he smiled happily as usual, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't hold back: "Then I'll go right away!"

He ran very fast, looking at his back as if he couldn't wait, only he knew that he just wanted to leave quickly.

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The foundation of Haoran Immortal Mansion is deep, so the treasures in the Treasure Pavilion are naturally countless. Ordinary spirit stones and spirit herbs are all packed in storage bags, and this storage bag contains two large boxes, which are all neatly stacked in the corner.

Standing in front of rows of spirit treasures hanging in the air, Yan Lin raised his eyebrows, and slowly took out a brand new storage bag. After being called a dude for so long, he felt really sorry for not bringing more things.

Waiting for the Mizong Wonderland grand meeting to see him grab a handful of golden pills and sprinkle them all with spirit protection talismans, wouldn't he be a prodigal?Who wouldn't.

Two days later, Yan Lin came to Yunlan Golden Palace, the huge place was full of disciples wearing different blue clothes, they stood quietly and orderly.

Yan Bai stood in front.

It was still the same as in memory. The dark blue brocade clothes had no gold thread or family crest, and the clothes were a bit worn out. A brown hairband tied up the hair high, the ends of the hair were messy, and some broken hair was scattered on the front of the forehead. A deep knife scar, a stern face, and eyes as dark as a pool of water in the middle of the night.

With such a slovenly appearance, how can there be a bit of nobleness in the Haoran Immortal Mansion...

No wonder his father couldn't like him.

Seeing him coming in, Yan Bai turned his head for a sideways glance, then withdrew his gaze, stared at the front without saying a word, his sharp-edged face showed no emotion.

see...

Just a stone man...

For this trip, all gates of Haoran Immortal Mansion sent people, and after rectification, everyone set off under the leadership of Yan Jin, and headed straight for Yunwaitian.

The grand event is held once every hundred years. Although Yan Jin was a bit apprehensive about being present, many disciples participated for the first time. They were both excited and curious, and they couldn't help talking in a low voice along the way. Yan Bai sat in a corner quietly with his eyes closed .

After a day's journey, everyone finally arrived at the entrance of Yunwaitian.

Yunwaitian sits on the border of Zhongtian Realm, surrounded by many islands, each island is full of strong winds and dark barriers, there is no way for Yujian and spirit beasts to pass through, and the teleportation talisman will meet the dark barrier again, so the whole Yunwaitian, Guangyun Gate is the only entrance.

Guangyun Gate is built of white stones, with golden characters as plaques, about a hundred feet high, straight up to the sky and shoulder to shoulder with the white clouds, and about six feet wide.At this time, Guangyun Sect was already very lively, and disciples from various sects and sects were waiting in line one after another.

There is no sect restriction on the Lost Path Festival, no matter if it is a famous family, a great sect of cultivating immortals, or an individual casual cultivator, as long as they meet the participation criteria, anyone can participate.

At this time, the Guangyun Gate, which was full of people, suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked behind them in unison.

The blue color of Haoran Immortal Mansion is like a ray of light in the darkness, abruptly and forcefully breaking the hustle and bustle of people coming and going.

Especially the two leading men in dark blue brocade clothes, and Jiahui with the embossed gold thread pattern on their bodies.

That is the direct descendant of Haoran Immortal Mansion——

Everyone stared blankly, some were amazed, some were envious, and there was a flash of surprise in their eyes, and some people even held back their discussions in a low voice, and actually sent two direct descendants!

There was suddenly an extra road in the originally crowded Guangyunmen. Everyone moved out of the way unconsciously, and stood on both sides in a regular manner. No one dared to walk side by side with them, and no one was willing to stand in front of them. The direct descendants of Haoran Immortal Mansion left a bad impression.

Without a word, a gesture, power and status will pave the way for them.

Yan Jin's face was calm and unwavering, and his quiet eyes were looking straight ahead.