All the mountains are surrounded by Kunlun, and the jade gathers together.

And such a vast scene, on the hanging Taoist map, is just a reflection of Wei Qingqiu's spiritual figure, the edge of the extremely magnificent scene in the Taoist map, the original blank space, and the slightest reflection of all artistic conceptions.

Apart from these, in Liu Yuanzheng's eyes, the only thing that can be seen in the clouds and mists is Wei Qingqiu's spirit of sitting upright on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

It is difficult to describe Liu Yuanzheng’s complex experience at this moment in accurate words.

He never felt that he had mastered his practice, so he thought he was a person who was proficient in the thunder and lightning paths in the world.

At least, Master Lei’s Tao is different from him, and the old real man’s Tao is also separated from him by a layered curtain. Even Lin Qixuan, who came from the same origin, used the Hunyuan Tao to give him an indescribable surprise.

But at this point, Liu Yuanzheng never felt that the thunder practice in the world was so difficult to understand like this moment.

The magnificent scroll reflected in his eyes. He only saw it from beginning to end. After falling on Liu Yuanzheng's heart lake, there were only two words left - heavy!

This is what happens in this world. Many times, things that seem very complicated are often very simple inside, while some things that seem very simple often find it extremely complicated when you want to understand them.

The same is true of the thunder way.

It seems very simple, so simple that perhaps monks who are just entering the Qi Refining Stage can express their own opinions and opinions on the heaviness of the Thunder Way.

But this path was extremely complicated, so complicated that Liu Yuanzheng felt that there was such a strange side in his eyes. He seemed to have never understood the weight of thunder, and he had never understood the ancient Xiuyun Chanzi who had disappeared in the past years.

In this chaotic time and years, perhaps it is a breath, or perhaps it is a long time passing.

On the scroll of Taoist map, the magnificent light dissipated like a dream.

This means that the spirit form belonging to Wei Qingqiu began to condense and stabilize, and the neutralization of Tao and Dharma began to stabilize from the tide of evaporation.

Then, the Taoist map came into the Zifu Taoist Palace, the empty Zifu Heaven and Earth, the jades were piled up, and the Kunlun Mountains!

Dingding the Central Palace!

The mountain that rose from the ground held the Zifu Dao Palace and went straight into the sky, and finally disappeared in the vast sea of ​​clouds.

The next moment, the thunder sound of the great road came from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds!

The mountains overlap, and at this moment, one after another, a series of spiritual lights that seemed to be a geomantic pattern crossed through the rugged strange jade in the chaotic world.

All you see in your eyes are the extremely ancient Xuanmen Immortal Seal Methods. Several of them have been completely left in ancient history. Even the general records are submerged in the pile of old papers. They will no longer be taught to learn from later generations.

But there were still several spiritual lights, which exuded the Taoist rhyme that Liu Yuanzheng was very familiar with.

"Hengyang Heyuan Jing"!

This is the path of refining the Dharma that Wei Qingqiu once took!

New and old.

Negative and harmonious.

Time and time.

Everything was constantly intertwined in the stack of jades at this moment.

At the same time, a little spiritual light fell from the Taoist map and shone in the Zifu Taoist Palace.

That was a bit of indescribable crystal clear, the ultimate path of refining the supreme magic power drawn from Liu Yuanzheng from the way of ginseng and yin and yang!

Suddenly, the gentle wind swirled in this quiet and vaguely vibrant world.

The next moment, a gentle drizzle fell from the rolling sea of ​​clouds, with thunder intertwined and light rain densely.

She stopped here.

The path of cultivation that I have taken in the past and the foundation that has been condensed for eternity no longer continues to push her towards a higher realm, but has been deeply cultivated in this new path that has never been seen in ancient and modern times.

The torrent of everything that shines in the steaming chinensis is still swallowed by Wei Qingqiu whale, but at this moment, Liu Yuanzheng's face is already filled with a gentle smile.

He was familiar with this old road he had walked. The most important pass had already passed, and the rest was all water grinding time.

With this thought, Liu Yuan was slowly stretching out his hand towards the steaming mist and the layered curtains in the direction of the torrent of everything.

Among the mist and curtains is the joyful laughter of the former Lei Yuan Tianmeng and the cultivator Yun Chanzi.

A small fan of white orchid with a slender waist, a jade belt dancing in the sky.

It is suspected that a fairy came down to earth and looked back and smiled better than Xinghua.

In the illusory haze, the slender fingers stretched out and rested on Liu Yuan's spreading palm.

The moment when the jade-like skin touched each other.

What Liu Yuanzheng felt was not only the softness of the heavenly girl, but also the warmth of the flesh and blood creatures.

A real, pure creature and monk.

Sensing the joy of the thunder sound of the great road, Liu Yuan's smile became stronger and stronger. His arms were slightly pressing, as if he had pulled Wei Qingqiu back into the vast thousand from the mist and the curtain.

Then, hugging the warm body, the Taoist put his hand on her soft waist again.

"Speaking of this, Yun Chan, you are more like the mark of the Purple Palace's Way than me."

"Oh? Master, where do you start with this...?"

"Look, I am using the foundation of the path of seeking truth through falsehood. Even though I have opened up a new path and walked on the road beyond the limit, every step I have made is probably not something that monks in the world can reproduce. And Qi Xuan witnessed the Hunyuan Avenue and is also a new path in the new path. She has already walked out of her own path. In this way, the way of thunder is the only one in this world, and she has walked out of the target of the genius, a pure target!"

Hearing this, Wei Qingqiu beside him was still laughing, mixed with the thunder sound of the great road, as if the silver bell was crisp.

At the same time, Lin Qixuan, who was standing beside her, also moved her gaze away from the Shensha Dao River.

This is a real experience of the heart. No matter how great the harvest and transformation is, it cannot trigger the changes in one's own qi. All the foundations are in the Hunyuan Dao and the universe's heart. They are walking side by side. Apart from themselves, no one in this world can know their progress better than them.

But Lin Qixuan still inevitably cared about Liu Yuanzheng when she was in front of her.

"Yuan Yi, the road ahead is the body behind you. After you have attained your mind, you will be the head of a hundred feet of pole. After the Purple Mansion exceeds the limit, it should be the next realm, that is, the foundation of the path of seeking truth through falsehood. The Taoism is clear, where is the treasure material?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yuanzheng smiled even more unpredictable.
Chapter completed!