Yang Sanyang's eyes lit up, but he did not move, and he still turned his back to Bai Ze.

Now he has only hundreds of years of life left. It is simply a delusion to achieve the celestial immortal fruit within these hundreds of years.

Practicing is too time-consuming!

It takes time to participate in the Heavenly Dao, to practice magical powers, to deduce magical powers, and to practice magical powers, all of these are human shortcomings.

Not to mention anything else, if the two true articles of "Yin Fu Jing Tao Te Ching" were not saved Yang Sanyang at least thousands of years, I was afraid that Yang Sanyang would not be able to cultivate magic power if he died of old age.

Fortunately, he lived in a great wilderness era when he was invented and had abundant species. There were countless innate spiritual objects, and he was not so lacking in the spiritual medicine to prolong his life.

Moreover, the key is that he has a good friend who can find the elixir of immortality for him.

"Oh, no one wants the spiritual medicine to prolong life. Since this is the case, I can only swallow it and satisfy my cravings!" Bai Ze threw the fruit up and down.

"You dare!" Yang Sanyang turned around suddenly, grabbed Bai Ze's palm, stretched out his palm, and a touch of green fell into the palm of his hand: "The grass is back to the elixir!"

As the words fell, the grass was swallowed by the elixir, and a vitality spread in the body.

"Why did the ancestor remember to prepare grass and return elixir for me?" Yang Sanyang said with a smile.

"I'm afraid that if you don't pay attention to your practice, time will slip away, and you will be transformed in your practice! You will finally help you learn the divine text. If you transform into a divine text, will you be in vain for your humiliation?" Bai Ze rolled his eyes, his eyes full of mockery.

Yang Sanyang was moved, but he didn't say much, but just pulled Bai Ze and said, "Let's go, I'll invite you to eat peaches, these are peaches I planted myself."

"The real fire that you spurted out of your nose before is interesting. Can you teach me?" Bai Ze looked at Yang Sanyang with his eyes and followed Yang Sanyang.

"Will you lack magical powers?" Yang Sanyang turned his head and looked at Bai Ze in surprise after hearing this.

"Although you have not used your magical power, I have already realized that it is extraordinary. Not only does it have innate divine fire, but it also has other powers!" Bai Ze showed a curious look on his face: "How did you cultivate such a wonderful magical power?"

"Then, the golden crow feathers are here. You can understand it yourself, don't bother me! Although I have understood this magical power, I have never sorted out and summarized it and cannot be taught to you!" Yang Sanyang pulled out the golden crow feathers from the back of his head and threw it into Bai Ze's arms.

Bai Ze took the feather and his eyes lit up immediately. Then he grinned in pain and cursed: "You kid is simply a waste of resources. You have absorbed the origin of the golden hair. All the innate Taoist rhymes inside it have dissipated invisible. It is simply a waste of resources!"

"Bang!"

Bai Ze said, and was furious for a moment, giving Yang Sanyang a backbone and staggered: "You little man is simply a waste of resources. The origin of this golden crow is absorbed by you and it has no effect at all. Now this thing is just a decoration, what's the use for me?"

"If you don't want it, just give it back to me. Why do you hit someone? This treasure is my own thing, why do you hit someone?" Yang Sanyang's eyes turned red in pain. He took back his feathers, looked at Bai Ze with gritted teeth, then turned around and walked towards Taolin.

"It's a waste of resources. Duan is not a son of man! Duan is not a son of man!" Bai Ze angrily rebuked, then walked out with his hands on his back: "I have already found the spiritual creatures that you are entrusting with Dharma images for you. Where is the Daoyuan? Master, I'm leaving. If you don't leave, you will be angry to death by your little barbarian."

After the words fell, Bai Ze turned into a flowing light and left Yang Sanyang standing in the scene. His eyes looked in the direction where Bai Ze disappeared, and a touch appeared in his eyes, and he remained silent for a long time.

"I have built the foundation, and the next step is to practice the Dharma image. At that time, I recited the Tao Te Ching. The time was too hasty, so I didn't have time to notice the changes in the Dharma image in my body!" Yang Sanyang slowly walked back to the valley: "I need to stay in seclusion for a while and realize the changes in my body. After I practiced the Dharma image, it was a qualitative change in the path of practice. This state is not careless, but Bai Ze was considered to be interested. How can I repay such kindness in the future?"

Yang Sanyang closed his eyes and sat cross-legged back to his own valley. He looked around quietly, but no one was peeping. He returned to the cave and entered the state of concentration with his eyes and closed his eyes and sat cross-legged back to the state of concentration.

In the state of concentration, chaos rolled and there was no change.

Yang Sanyang observed his own chaos, and then silently recited the Moral Sutra. The next moment, he saw wind and clouds surging in the realm of concentration, golden lotus gushing from the sky, and the vast purple air came from nowhere, connecting the endless void, as if the sky was hanging upside down, all pouring into the chaos.

Looking closely at the upside-down purple sky river, countless moral truths floated, turning into infinite nutrients, nourishing one's own chaotic fetus.

This is the next step in practice. After the achievement is eternal, you will create your own scripture morality, use your own scripture morality to nurture the original fetus, irrigate the original fetus, and turn your own scripture morality into the nourishment of the original fetus, and then turn your virtual into real, blending it into one with the original spirit, and then the original spirit uses the Dharma form to obtain the mystery and supernatural powers of observing objects.

The vast and endless "Mutual Words" were infused with it, and Yang Sanyang fell into practice and could not extricate himself.

"If my chaos is born in the future, I will not have an infinite chaos, right? Who else will be my opponent in heaven and earth?" In the hazy state, an idea appeared in Yang Sanyang's mind.

Time flies, and another hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Yang Sanyang was meditating in seclusion. Suddenly, purple air flows all over his body, and a faint fragrance spreads from his pores.

The faint purple aura circled around him, turning into a slightly hazy figure. At this time, he stood behind his head, his eyes blankly, as if there were thousands of great ways, and he didn't know what to think.

"It's done! The Dharma has been completed!"

In the state of concentration, Yang Sanyang silently recited the moral truth and irrigated it. The vast purple air was watered for a hundred years, but he saw chaotic waves, rolling up ripples.

Then the next moment, Yang Sanyang was shocked. His own chaos had not transformed, but a figure came out of the chaos.

"What's the situation? This is?" Yang Sanyang looked at the figure walking out of the chaos, and a hint of horror appeared in his eyes: "How could this happen? The ancestor had never had such a situation when he preached. Why did Chaos not transform, but a figure walked out? What's the matter?"

"I've seen fellow Taoists!" The Dharma image spoke, and the sound was like the sound of the vast great way of heaven, running through the entire state of concentration. It was also like a morning bell and evening drum, which made people wake up inexplicably, as if they woke up from their sleep, and had realized the unknown power of the laws in the dark.

"Fellow Taoist???" Yang Sanyang suspected that his ears were not heard, and his Dharma image could still speak?

What's going on?

Yang Sanyang did not dare to recite the Tao Te Ching silently to irrigate the chaos. He just looked at the hazy Dharma image with his eyes, and felt a little shocked and uneasy.

The mind moved, and the soul opened its mouth in a big mouth, swallowed the Dharma into its belly, and then began to circulate the magic power to silently refine it, communicating with nothingness in the dark, but gaining nothing.

"What's going on? There is no magical power? I spent so much energy and tried my best to nurture chaos, but it turned out to nurture a little old man?" Yang Sanyang was anxious at this time, he was really anxious.

What is the Dharma image?

The Dharma image is the foundation! What is the future ahead, how you practice, how far you can go, are all placed on the Dharma image.

The supernatural powers nurtured by Dharma images are the supernatural powers of the natal world and have infinite potential, but what about now?

I had inexplicably nurtured an old man?

An ordinary old man, an old man who has no magical powers or visions all over his body!

"Do you play with me? I just want to practice and seek immortality? Is it that difficult? What about each other's illegitimate children? You are my father, and I am your son? You are just treating your son like this?" Yang Sanyang looked at the sky speechlessly, bursting into tears.

An old man was born and had no magical powers. What could he do?

Despair!

What can he do after hundreds of years of hard work turns into flowing water?

Yang Sanyang came out of seclusion and looked at the sky with a depressed expression. There seemed to be a flame burning in his chest, and he wished he could spit it out before he could relieve the depression in his heart.

"I don't agree! I don't agree! Why treat me like this? Why?" Yang Sanyang sat on the bluestone, looking at the sky with a spirit, his eyes a little lost.

After thousands of years of seeking the Tao, I walked out of the primitive tribe, and studied the divine words, the pain of separation from life and death, the horror of the five declines of heaven and man, life and death flowed in their hearts, and countless thoughts in the past passed by in the blink of an eye.

despair!

Not willing to accept it!

"Why can the innate gods be above you, and you can live with the heaven and earth when you are born, and you can directly attain the fruit of immortality! Why can the innate races be smooth to cultivate? Why can those monsters practice as long as they open up their spiritual wisdom and obtain the essence of the sun and the moon? Our human race has worked so hard that I finally found a path to immortality that reaches the top and builds the supreme foundation, but you have to lower your blame? Why do you want to play with me?" Yang Sanyang's face was depressed, and his body emitted a sense of unyielding aura: "I don't accept it! I don't accept it! I went through a lot of hardships, but I still couldn't build the supreme foundation and couldn't reach the top. Why?"

"Bang!"

Yang Sanyang stood up slightly irritatedly, kicked the bluestone in front of him, then grinned in pain, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes: "Why?"

"Oh!" After a long time, Yang Sanyang walked out of the valley and came to the river to clean his body. He looked at the sun in the sky and said nothing.

He just felt wronged!

I feel wronged and want to cry.

He forced his teeth to grit his eyes, his eyes turned red, and the tears did not slide out, but his eyes were not strong enough. Two crystal tears passed through his cheeks and clear waves appeared on the water.

"Bang!"

Waves were rolled up on the river surface, and Yang Sanyang plunged into the waves, burying his whole person in the water, preventing his tears from flowing out.

"Survival of nature! Our human race is too bumpy, God is unfair! All living beings have a glimmer of hope, and even those ordinary beasts have the opportunity to practice. Why do they make things difficult for our human race?" Yang Sanyang kept roaring in his heart.
Chapter completed!