"You have learned it? Do you have that wisdom? You must know that the technique of the Golden Crow's Rainbow Transformation is the master skill of the thief. In the world of Great Wilderness, if it is so easy to be understood and learned, the technique of the Golden Crow's Rainbow Transformation has long been ruined!" Bai Ze leaned over with his head, and a divine light appeared in his eyes: "Come on, let me tell you in detail, how did you cultivate this magical power. Master, I'll help you with your advice and see if there are any mistakes."

Yang Sanyang saw sweat on his forehead, rubbed his head, put away Xilan on the ground, and slapped Bai Ze's head away: "You can't learn this magical power."

"You low-level little savage can learn it, how can I not learn it? It's just a joke!" Bai Ze was dissatisfied and said with his head straight: "If you don't teach me, how can you know I can't learn it?"

"If you want to practice this magical power, you must first cultivate the true fire of the sun. If you have the ability to pull out a bird's hair from the three-legged golden crow, it would be okay for me to teach you this magical power!" Yang Sanyang's eyes were full of jokes.

"You... forget it..." Bai Ze shook his head and was immediately discouraged. If he had the ability to pull out Taiyi's feathers, he would have beaten the Demon Ancestor of the God Emperor.

"You kid practice by yourself. Master, I'm leaving. Go to Buzhou Mountain and say something to the Lord of Houtu." Bai Ze was depressed and carried his hands on his back, walked out of the cave with a melancholy expression. His eyes looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, and his figure turned into a breeze and dissipated between the world.

"Although this guy is innately sacred, his mind is not very mature! I think it's one place!" Yang Sanyang shook his head, took out a spiritual medicine from the basket from the basket, and put it in his mouth and ate it a few bites.

The next moment, the majestic spirit exploded in his body, and then Yang Sanyang's hair was like dead branches moistened by nectar. In a blink of an eye, it became crystal clear like jade, as if soft jade was floating in the wind, and all the ash aura disappeared.

The originally thin body gradually filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming more energetic, and the whole person inadvertently showed a magnificent vitality.

"It is worthy of being a spiritual medicine for billions of years. It has such a powerful effect. The whole person is almost broken!" Yang Sanyang's qi flowed around his body, sat cross-legged and fell into a state of concentration, began to use the breathing method, and constantly poured the majestic energy and spirit in his body into the innate chaotic genital fetus.

As Yang Sanyang breathed, a wonderful force flowed in the dark, and a part of the power in the innate Chaos Yuanfei dispersed and penetrated into the heart of his soul.

Growing Bagua Furnace!

He had already refined the countless innate Xiran into the soul. At this time, the Dharma image was taking action and sacrificing the Bagua Furnace in his body according to a mysterious method.

"If you want to sacrifice and refine the Bagua furnace, you have to cultivate the three true fire!" A divine light appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes. The next moment, the origin of the law in his body vibrated, and the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit gathered between his mouth and nose, and then it was swallowed into his nose in one mouth.

Time flies, and Yang Sanyang has been in seclusion for countless years. On this day, the bell rang, awakening Yang Sanyang from his practice. His eyes looked into the distant horizon, and a hint of mist appeared in his eyes: "How many years have you been?"

"Five hundred years have passed, but the Bagua Furnace has not been refined well!" Yang Sanyang stood up, and the next moment he turned into a golden rainbow and soared into the sky, hovering among the mountains, and then landed in front of the forum of the ancestors.

The boy was still bored and leaning on the bluestone to bask in the sun. After seeing Yang Sanyang, he couldn't help but be stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

Five hundred years have passed, and Yang Sanyang has become thinner! His skin and bones are almost like a skeleton, his ribs are clearly visible, and his eyes are bulging, which is quite terrifying.

Looking at the palms that looked like chicken feet, Yang Sanyang spread his hands helplessly at the boy: "I have no choice, but I have to do so."

"Looking at your physical body, it seems that your cultivation has been destroyed, but I always feel that you have become a little different from before! Very different!" Tonger leaned forward and stared at Yang Sanyang up and down: "How strange! How strange! Your breathing still contains wind and thunder, as if it was creating the world, and the soul that taught me was shocked. What did you understand?"

What have you learned?

Refining the innate Chaos Elemental Body, all this almost forms an instinct. There is a chaotic birth and death in the breath. Although Yang Sanyang has the intention to restrain his vision, the residual energy still leaks out. Ordinary cultivators do not think that those who are truly unfathomable in their cultivation seem to have the creation of the world in Yang Sanyang's breath, and whether there is a great power to restrain it, which contains great majesty.

"I don't know either. I just learned a breathing method to break the soul and become what I am now!" Yang Sanyang said helplessly.

The boy tsk his mouth and stroked Yang Sanyang's muscles and bones in surprise: "Come with me, the ancestor wants to see you if you have something to do."

"The ancestor wants to see me?" Yang Sanyang was stunned.

"Because of the innate spiritual roots!" The boy whispered: "Did the ancestor see those small movements you thought you did?"

Yang Sanyang was shocked when he heard this, but said calmly: "Please give me advice from my senior brother."

"It's nothing big, don't be nervous!" Tong'er said with a smile: "In recent years, the ancestors went out and accepted more than a dozen disciples. There are two strange people who seem to be a little angry. If you have time to take you to see."

As they spoke, the two came to the lobby, but saw the ancestor holding a measuring ruler in his hand and was sacrificing magic weapons.

"Master, the Tao Fruit is here!" Tonger saluted respectfully to the Matriarch.

Upon hearing this, Yang Sanyang quickly knelt down on the ground and said respectfully: "Master!"

"Get up!" The ancestor stopped hearing this, stuffed the sky ruler into his sleeve, and then looked at Yang Sanyang below, with divine light flowing in his eyes, revealing a look of surprise.

"Master, is there anything wrong with my disciple?" Yang Sanyang asked subconsciously.

"It's all right, but I never expected that you will become a climate! Even if you can't see through my secrets, your fate is unpredictable!" The ancestor looked at Yang Sanyang with a smile: "Get up, sit down among all the disciples for you, I'm afraid that you will have the greatest potential in the future, and I can't be sure how far you can go."

"Disciples cannot be praised by teachers." Yang Sanyang did not dare to get up and still knelt on the ground.

"You are just too cautious and you have a lot of distractions in your heart!" The ancestor saw Yang Sanyang who was kneeling down on the ground with caution, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"The disciples rose to the end and were able to achieve enlightenment by barbarians. They have been practicing to this level until now. They live carefully and cautiously every day!" Yang Sanyang quickly explained.

When the ancestor touched his beard after hearing this, he knew Yang Sanyang's difficulties.

"Forget it! Then you kneel down!" The ancestor shook his head: "You can't hide your little moves in the mountains. Your methods are a bit exquisite, and your moral cultivation is unstable and you can't make progress. Where did you learn such methods?"

Yang Sanyang was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly said, "I have figured it out on my daily basis. I would like to ask the ancestor to forgive me. I am so angry that I can't swallow my anger. I hope the ancestor will forgive me once. I am grateful and I will never dare to use small tricks in the future."

When the ancestor heard this, he shook his head: "Don't be so frightened. Morality takes you the opportunity, but you did not kill him. You just tortured him, but it was beyond my expectations."

"Ah?" Yang Sanyang was stunned when he heard this. The ancestor's reaction made him confused.

"In the vast world, every drink and every peck is all caused by cause and effect. I think the reason why you make things difficult for him is not because of the opportunity, but more because of the love between children!" The ancestor's eyes were like swords, and Yang Sanyang instinctively lowered his head and quickly admitted his mistake: "The ancestor's eyes were like torch, but the disciple knew that he was wrong."

"You have high expectations for you. How can you immerse yourself in the love between children and make you mislead the Tao in vain?" The ancestor's face looked serious.

"But I love my senior sister at first sight..." Yang Sanyang said aiji.

When the ancestor heard this, he shook his head: "Heroes are short of love, I think you will inevitably cause countless troubles in the future."

The ancestor stretched out his hand and started a little bit: "You should let go early, don't be obsessed with it. Although you have a fate with the Tao, this fate is not that fate, and you two cannot achieve the right result. She only has a fate to enter the Tao, but not a husband and wife. You should stop thinking as soon as possible to avoid mistakes."

"Ah?" Yang Sanyang felt as if he was struck by lightning when he heard this, and his body was tranced and limp: "Are the ancestors fooling me?"

"You are afraid you know whether you have a husband-wife relationship with Daoyuan. Don't deceive yourself!" The ancestor's eyes were like a sword.

"But I'm not willing to give up! I must be a husband and wife with Senior Sister Daoyuan for a lifetime!" Yang Sanyang's eyes were filled with a hint of stubbornness.

"I'm afraid that good fortune will turn into bad fate, and it won't end then! Daoyi uses the fate of Taoism to make you angry, and Daoyi will eventually die with Daoyi, and you will be able to fulfill Daoyi in the end! It's too late to regret it!" The ancestor stared at Yang Sanyang.

"Ah?" Yang Sanyang was shocked when he heard this: "Borrowing luck? Such a vicious method, why did the ancestor allow him to stay in the mountains?"

"Borrowing fortune is also the way for people to overcome tribulation in our cultivation. It is not vicious, it is just a trick! I think you have good qualifications and don't want to be buried in you because of this, so I wake you up today, just hope you will stop when you see it, and cut off your connection with the Taoist relationship!" The ancestor said earnestly.

Yang Sanyang's face turned pale when he heard this, and he was limp and unable to speak.

"You will later resolve the disaster of morality and give him five hundred years of punishment, which is enough! After all, I am a disciple of Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai, but I cannot harm the same disciple! At least this cannot be done in the mountains!" The ancestor slowly closed his eyes: "You should retreat."

"Yes! I'll thank you for the ancestor's advice!" Yang Sanyang walked out of the backyard in a daze, his body trembling and weak, and he stumbled, making him feel embarrassed, and finally he was supported on the big tree in the courtyard, panting heavily.

"Oh!" The boy sighed and walked over: "The ancestor will never harm you. Think about it carefully and make a decision."

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