In the courtyard of Anle City, stars are rising.

The boy sitting in the wooden barrel inhale and exhale gently, blood mixed in the barrel, in the storm of hot mist, the dark water vapor circulates, and the arms on the edge of the wooden barrel are slightly resting outside the barrel.

The umbrella sword was inserted next to the wooden barrel. Half a white towel was hung along the edge of the wooden barrel. Ning Yi leaned against the wooden barrel and sighed. There was a little hot hot water on his chest, and a pure white leaf floated on it. He pulled the towel, wrung it out, wiped his cheeks hard, wiped the fine sweat beads, then put the towel on his shoulder, poked a finger, pressed it on the abdomen of the white leaves, fiddled with the bone flute back and forth, like a boat swimming in the water.

Killing is a very energy-consuming thing. No matter how sharp the umbrella sword is, killing a person requires full attention and no slightest neglect.

Similar to every day of killing people in the past, Ning Yi was very tired today.

But after breaking through the first state, his mood was more of a kind of tension, excitement, and the fatigue in his mind was slowly released under the soaking of hot water, and his sleepiness suddenly dissipated.

Ning Yi looked at the bone flute at his fingertips.

Zhou You once told himself... If you can break through the first state and embark on the road of cultivation, you can inject starlight into this bone flute.

Ning Yi can now sense the "star light" in his mind.

It is a kind of ethereal and vast substance. Whenever I concentrate and stare into the inside of my mind, it is like being in a brilliant galaxy. I can breathe in strands of "divineness" while I breathe. That feeling makes Ning Yi feel that he has walked out of the earth and stepped on the void, and can climb the stars step by step.

Is this a qualitative change?

From zero to one.

Ning Yi enjoyed every breath after breaking through the first realm. There was not much star light remaining in his body. In fact... there was not much star light that could be accumulated in the first realm, but only a practitioner in the first realm had a way to accumulate star light.

Ning Yi silently recited the "Purple Xuan Heart Method" that Zhou You gave him. With the silent recitation of the voice, the stars in his mind began to rotate slowly, faster and faster, gradually evolved into small characters like tadpoles. Xu Zang also told himself that the first three realms of the Heart Decision Practice are the most thorough in the Taoist sect, and it is best to get started.

The Zixuan Heart Method presented by Zhou You is divided into three volumes.

"Chang Xuan", "On Immortals", "Countering the Vulgarities".

The three volumes correspond to the first three realms respectively.

Ning Yi began to recite "Changxuan Chapter" silently.

"Xuan is the ancestor of nature, and the great sect of all kinds..."

"There is a slight depth, so it is called a slight depth, and it is a slight distance, so it is called a wonderful state."

The boy's voice slowly spread in the hot fog. His body began to relax, his hands overlapped and his thumbs hugged each other to form a Tai Chi diagram, and slowly sank into the Dantian position.

Ning Yi spoke softly, spitting out words one by one from his mouth, and the water surface stormed, and the bone flute swayed on the wooden barrel, swinging back and forth, shaking constantly with the breath emitted by the owner.

Ning Yi's breath was originally stagnant at the bottom of the first realm. As his breathing was, a little starry light began to pour in. With the operation of the Zixuan Heart Method, the boy's face turned one or two more red, and the speed of the starry light began to slowly accelerate. The bone flute turned over the water of the gradually magnificent wooden barrel, fell into the barrel, and swam around Ning Yi.

In the courtyard of Anle City, huge starlight began to surge. Pei Fantao felt the restless air. She pushed open the curtains and saw the strange scene in the yard. She was shocked and didn't know what to say.

"Ning Yi..."

Ning Yi's upper body exposed outside the wooden barrel, the naked scars quickly turned red, scabbed one by one, and then fell and floated on the water. He still closed his eyes and recited the Taoist sect's mental method. The starry light was sweeping towards the boy's head, three feet in a radius, three feet in a radius...

The bone flute had already sunk into the barrel, fighting against the water vapor, and came to Ning Yi's hand placed in the Dantian.

Ning Yi subconsciously grabbed the bone flute.

He could feel the increasingly surging starlight in his mind. The speed of the stars gradually accelerated, and finally as fast as lightning. One small word after another swims over the outer wall of his mind, almost falling into his mind.

"Light is from the sun and the moon, and news is from the electric cycling!"

"Molding and stone cannot be stronger than it is, and the dew cannot be softer than it is."

"The birth of the baby is Yuanyi, Fanzhu Liangyi, breathing and starting, and drinking and smelting all kinds of things..."

The starry light gathered above Ning Yi's head went straight to Tianling and poured into the boy's head without any obstacles.

There are ten realms, and each major realm has a threshold.

Xinghui's breathing and swallowing are a day and night effort, and cannot be compensated overnight. No one can be exceptional.

However, at this moment, some deviations seemed to occur in the boy.

The bone flute was trembling.

So all the starlight poured into Ning Yi's head and extended the sky and earth in a straight line, constantly passing. The tremor of the spine came from the fine parts of the bones, one after another, hitting the bone flute dull like a drum and passing flowers. The "rumbling" sound of water exploded inside the barrel, and Ning Yi's bones began to be spliced ​​again.

The boy sitting among the wooden barrel opened his eyes.

He came to a whole new world.

......

......

The devastated earth, the dim sky, the heavy roar, the hanging sea water poured from the torn corners of the sky, and large pieces filled the world, with huge shadows falling in the distance, even if the huge wings that spread out were enough to cover the sky, they still fell down.

Ning Yi's eyes shook.

Billions of white bones flew from the distance, swarming by, whistling over the sky.

He lowered his head and found that he could not move. He was bathed in blood. A spear was inserted into his body. The hot and hot lines flashed on the spear. The body was tall and strong... Ning Yi could not feel the pain. The tip of the spear that penetrated him was pressed against the ground, preventing him from falling down.

Ning Yi raised his head with difficulty and looked up at the distant heaven and earth. The ancient tree that he had seen before was entrenched on the top of the mountain, but the leaves withered and withered, leaving only a piece of trunk. All the scenes looked extremely miserable, with wailing sounds swam around his ears, and there were corpses around him, and the strong smell of blood could not be dissipated.

Countless bone tiles flew over, Ning Yi's nose felt sore, and the biting pain came from his heart...

There is no other person between heaven and earth.

He felt the ultimate sorrow.

"It's useless...it can't be stopped..."

"The Bone Plain...is not good..."

Ning Yi slowly moved his head, and the ice slag hanging on his body shattered. In the cold wind, there was a figure that broke his arm and stumbled. The fog was too strong and the sound did not spread far away. The stuttering figure hit the ground with a clang, and there was no sound again.

The mind is like it is frozen.

Ning Yi saw a hot and hot figure floating in the air in the mist, slowly stretching the wings behind him, and the backward sea water surrounding the figure...

The figure floating in the mist was getting closer and closer, but I was unable to pull out the spear that penetrated the front and back of my heart, nor could I move at all.

Whispering around his bone tiles.

The figure is getting closer and closer.

There was a vague sound that rang out of the sky.

"Hello......"

"Ning Yi."

Then, a vague and majestic voice rang out.

"Wake up..."

The sound was too low, so I repeated it again.

"Wake up!"

Ning Yi woke up in a daze. He stood up. The wooden barrel was too small and he was about to fall with the wooden barrel. Xu Zang pressed it back into the barrel with one palm and sat down again.

The sound of "slam" breaking sounded.

Ning Yi's pupils shrank, and a layer of fine ice slag condensed on the water surface, and there was still residual heat inside... It was already dawn, how long have you been sleeping?

Ning Yi felt a soreness in his heart. He touched his cheek and actually touched two lines of tears, which still couldn't help but flow downwards.

"What did I... do, what happened?"

Ning Yi sat in the bucket, raised his head in confusion, and looked at Xu Zang in black.

"You did nothing, you were just practicing."

Xu Zang looked at Ning Yi with a calm expression and a complex meaning in his eyes.

Ning Yi's intuition told himself... I'm afraid it's not as simple as Xu Zang said.

"Cultivation is to swallow the starlight bit by bit." Xu Zang narrowed his eyes and looked at Ning Yi and said, "But you are not swallowing the starlight bit by bit, you are eating Haisai... The starlight in the entire yard was swallowed by you overnight. Did you use the bone flute?"

Ning Yi's lips were dry and his voice was hoarse: "I..."

He touched the bone flute, but stopped talking.

The boy sitting in the bucket only felt the scene he saw in the bone flute... shocked and desperate, and sadness reached the bottom of the heart. The whole world fell withered with the ancient tree and torn apart. Except for "self", all living beings lost their voices and breaths.

At the end of the world, someone bathes in the holy light and spreads his wings and walks towards him...

The mind was torn apart. The Taoist sect's technique itself was extremely gentle, but Ning Yi was in a splitting headache at this moment. He suddenly noticed a strange state in his body and was so shocked that he was about to jump up.

"I...break the realm?"

The starry light condensed into a layer of vague film.

The second realm.

Xu Zang stared at the shocked young man. He stood on the edge of the wooden barrel for a night and saw the changes in Ning Yi. Countless starry lights followed him. This was a state of practice that was completely different from ordinary people.

Even a genius who is as stunning as a traveling genius, it is impossible to enter the second state from the first state overnight.

If Ning Yi showed any discomfort, he would immediately interrupt Ning Yi's condition.

Until Ning Yi began to cry for no reason, Xu Zang tried to wake him up, but after he failed, he quickly woke him up with his voice.

Ning Yi sat in the bucket, feeling that the water in the bucket was cold. He finally understood what Xu Zang said before, "eat the seas"... He broke through the second realm without any obstacles?

"It's the bone flute?" Ning Yi murmured to himself.

"Bone Plain..." The boy lowered his head and looked at the bone flute in his hand.

"Bone Plain, is this your name..."
Chapter completed!