Preach and practice.

Preaching and practicing.

Five hundred years have passed in a flash of fingers, and the little radish head is still the little radish head, and it only grew a little bit longer in five hundred years. However, five hundred years of hard practice have made too much progress for Yang Sanyang. His cultivation is becoming more and more mysterious, and there is no clue at all.

The innate Chaos Yuanfei in the Yuanshen was sacrificed for five hundred years, the Bagua Furnace in the Yuanshen was sacrificed for five hundred years, and the clothes and belt in the Bagua Furnace were sacrificed for five hundred years.

In five hundred years, the two cute kids who had cheated had already attained enlightenment and began to practice magic power.

"Huh~"

Yang Sanyang exhaled and slowly opened his eyes. Five hundred years passed, and he became even weaker, thin and skinny, and obviously malnutrition.

Around him, the two cute kids closed their eyes, and their magic power was surging around them, and there were qi flowing through their magic power.

The figure shook and turned into flowing light and appeared in the valley outside. At this time, the valley was yellow and the branches and leaves all over the sky began to fall.

"Cretary of Han! Another Cretary of Han! I wonder how the tribe members in the tribe are doing!" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a hint of longing, but in a blink of an eye, he calmed down: "How can I go back if the path of immortality has not been completed?"

With her feet on the soft fallen leaves, Yang Sanyang slowly walked towards the mountain in a vegetarian dress.

After taking one step, the void twisted around his body. After appearing again, the void moved and appeared at the intersection. The broom in his hand rolled up dust and slowly cleaned the fallen leaves in the mountains and forests.

"Little Monkey, the ancestor summons you over!" There were a series of sounds of "cracking" chewing fruits from the mountain. The boy looked down at Yang Sanyang who was sweeping the mountain road and shouted slowly.

"Disciple obeys the order!" Yang Sanyang put away his broom, took one step and disappeared. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the gate of the ancestor's backyard, then tidied up his clothes and walked into the courtyard with a respectful expression: "Disciple has met the teacher."

The ancestor held the wine and pecked lightly. When he saw Yang Sanyang walking in, a strange flashed across his eyebrows: "Have you practiced it?"

"If you occasionally gain something, you can develop a little source, which can initially touch the power of the laws of space!" Yang Sanyang looked respectful and had no complacent, as if he had accomplished something insignificant and inconspicuous.

The ancestor put down the wine cup: "Unexpectedly, if you can reach this magical power within 100,000 years, I feel normal. But I never thought that you had stepped into the threshold. Such an understanding is really shocking."

"Please check it out!" Yang Sanyang stretched out his palm that was like a bone, and a strange force rolled up, twisting time and space, forming a vortex like a black hole, which seemed to be able to swallow everything in the world.

"The origin of square inch! You have actually mastered this magical power!" The ancestor's eyes showed a hint of disbelief: "And, this origin is so pure."

Will Yang Sanyang tell his ancestor that he had cheated? Skynet swallowed the power of the great way from the darkness. Yang Sanyang took a clever trick and moved the power of the great way to cultivate the origin of the square inch, that's all.

"I thought you would only get started if you want to become a Golden Immortal!" The ancestor slowly stood up: "The future path of cultivation depends on you."

Yang Sanyang bent down and bowed, but did not say anything.

"I am actually very curious about what you use to entrust your Dharma image. It has been a thousand years since then, but it has not been refined!" The ancestor looked at Yang Sanyang's thin body, and finally couldn't help but wonder in his heart and asked a voice.

Logically speaking, even if it is a genius treasure, the branches of the innate spiritual roots should be refined? It shouldn't be like Yang Sanyang, but he is so embarrassed that his bottom is about to be emptied.

Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard this, pondered for a long time before he raised his head, staring at the ancestor with bright eyes, and said word by word: "Xian Tian Ling Bao!"

Huh ~

The air in the yard seemed to condense, and the wine from the boy's mouth fell to the ground.

"What?" The ancestor seemed to have not heard it clearly and asked subconsciously.

"The treasure that disciples place in Dharma images is the innate spiritual treasure!" Yang Sanyang said.

I thought about it before and after, I could not hide such things and I would eventually do it in the future. If I deceive the ancestors today, there will inevitably be gaps between the masters and disciples in the future.

"My wine! My wine!" The boy's face twitched in pain, and he lay on the ground in panic, constantly licking the fat on the ground.

The ancestor's face twitched, revealing a hint of disbelief: "Take it serious?"

Yang Sanyang pointed to his nose: "Five hundred years ago, the abnormal situation between the disciple's breathing could not be hidden from the ancestors?"

"At that time, I only thought you had learned a magical power!" The ancestor sighed: "But I never expected that you were refining the innate spiritual treasure. You have been practicing hard for billions of years, but it was only a few years ago that the God Emperor had taken a fancy to him and gave him the innate spiritual treasure measuring ruler. Your starting point is too high, and the opportunity is too good. Even if you are a teacher, you must envy him."

Speaking of this, the ancestor said nervously: "Who have you told me about this? How many people know?"

"Only the ancestor... and senior brother Bashe!" Yang Sanyang said.

The ancestor breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Don't talk about such things, otherwise even if you are a teacher, you will not be able to protect you! Only by truly mastering the innate spiritual treasure will you know the terrifying power of the innate spiritual treasure. You are not allowed to disclose this matter to anyone in the future, even if you are a teacher, you should not mention it again."

To Yang Sanyang's expectation, the ancestor just asked this, but did not intend to continue exploring it, and never asked him what kind of innate spiritual treasure he was.

"That innate spiritual treasure is made by me to refine it. It depends entirely on time to accumulate. Of course, it is better to use the innate spiritual treasure as the foundation. It has unlimited potential in the future and is not worse than the innate gods. However... this thing is too difficult to practice. Your magic power is low, and you may not be able to successfully refine it for ten-sochords, and it will inevitably delay your practice! The time of ten-sochords is enough for you to become a golden immortal! You still need to consider it yourself between gains and losses!" The ancestor shook his head.

Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly. Once this kind of thing starts, can it still stop?

The innate Chaos Yuanfei is entrenched in his Yuanshen. He has no choice but to bite the bullet and carry it on.

Fortunately, there may not be no shortcuts.

As long as he finds another Yin fetus of the innate Chaos Yuan fetus, he can sacrifice and refine it into the Tai Chi diagram. At that time, the two are combined and regenerated, which will be his chance to refine the treasure.

"Disciples have their own thoughts!" Yang Sanyang said.

"It's good that you have plans. To be honest, it's not easy for you to be able to go to this day with the body of a barbarian! "The ancestor sighed: "I don't want you to catch the moon in the water, and get water in vain."

"Disciple remembers the teachings of the ancestors!" Yang Sanyang said.

"Go down! Go down! The master is indeed old, and a new generation has replaced the old ones!" The ancestor felt a little unbalanced, his eyes were full of helplessness. He practiced hard for billions of years before he obtained the innate spiritual treasure. Where is he?

Before the three disasters were overcome, they had already obtained the innate treasure.

Compared with the innate spiritual treasure, what is the branch of the big toon tree?

"That's the innate spiritual treasure. This little man is indeed lucky and can be said to be against the will of heaven! How great is he merit, and he can enjoy the innate spiritual treasure without being retaliated by heaven and earth?" Tong'er's eyes were full of envy.

The ancestor shook his head: "This child's future is immeasurable. You still need to have a good relationship with him and benefit endlessly in the future."

When the boy heard this, his eyes turned, and thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes: "Friendly friendship? How to make good friendship? This boy likes the most is Daoyuan. If I help him, wouldn't he cry?"

After venting out the secret in his heart, Yang Sanyang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the white clouds in the sky: "I bet right, the ancestor is a truly sacred person with both moral character and moral cultivation, and he will never take my chance."

"Besides, the innate Chaos Yuanfei has been completely integrated into my Dharma image. I am afraid that even if the ancestor takes action, he will definitely not be able to take away this thing!" Yang Sanyang shook his head, restrained his distracting thoughts, walked slowly down the mountain, picked up the broom to clean the fallen leaves.

"Daoguo, I haven't seen you for more than 500 years. You kid have been in seclusion for five hundred years!" Daoxing ran out in nowhere.

"Why do you look like this?" Yang Sanyang looked surprised.

"Let's go, go to my place!" Daoxing pulled Yang Sanyang and turned all the way to Daoxing Mountain Peak: "Why have you been in seclusion for five hundred years? Let me tell you that Daoyuan is very close to the fourth senior brother now. If you don't leave the seclusion, you may be born with a child."

"Is it so exaggerated?" Yang Sanyang curled his lips, and the gossip in his hands was circulating. Although he had never left the seclusion, he could not hide anything outside.

"Although I'm a little exaggerating, I think if you don't show up again, I'm afraid that the fourth senior brother will really win the beauty!" Daoxing said gritting his teeth.

Yang Sanyang was silent after hearing this, and after a while, he said, "The Hongluan Star moves, I am afraid that this matter will be wrong. I can resist it."

Speaking of this, he lowered his head and looked at his ugly body, shrugging his head: "Daoyuan will like me in this way?"

If he had not found the Dharma image of the innate spiritual treasure, he might have overcome the three disasters at this time and could naturally take off his ugly skin.

What a pity! Good luck makes people feel like they are!

There are beauty on one side and peerless Taoist maker on the other side. Which one do you want?

To be honest, Yang Sanyang's skin is not ugly, but on the contrary, it looks very cute. Otherwise, Daoyuan would not have accepted him as a pet as soon as he met.

Unfortunately, is human aesthetic the same as animals?

"The fate is a mess!" Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly: "However, I may not have no chance to marry each other in the Great Wilderness, at least I still have a glimmer of hope."

"Let's go and see Daoyuan together!" Yang Sanyang turned around and walked down the mountain.

"Let's go! Go! Go! If it really doesn't work, let's cook the rice and cook it. Will Daoyuan still kill you?" Daoxing followed behind hummingly.

"Actually, I know in my heart that what the ancestors told me back then were true, but I just felt unwilling to accept it!" Yang Sanyang said with a wry smile.
Chapter completed!