crossing with green hills

Now that Xuanling Doumu Yuanjun has descended and appeared in the Wendao Palace, only she feels that her comprehension of the Tao is slightly inferior to Taixuan Shenzun, and she holds the gift of half a disciple, otherwise, it would not be like this as.

Thinking of this, all the gods, especially the gods of the Da Luo series, looked forward to it even more, as if they were old.

It is extremely difficult to make progress at their level of cultivation. Every time a breakthrough is made, it will take tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years, or even longer.

We can only spend endless years grinding the unbreakable bottleneck, looking for gaps in the iron wall, and struggling for the slim opportunity to break through.

Sitting in front of the boss Luo, he has lived longer than Xuanling Doumu Yuanjun, and his Taoist heart is not weaker than anyone else, but his cultivation is no more than Da Luo's mid-stage peak. He is an ordinary dragon in ancient times. The mountain tortoise attained the Tao, because he swallowed a spiritual root in the early years, survived the [-]-year limit, and accidentally opened up his spiritual wisdom, and then embarked on the road.

In that long time ago, ferocious beasts were rampant and dominated the world. Countless races formed coalition forces to contend with the ferocious beasts. The arrogance of the heavens rose together, and there emerged a large number of amazingly talented and brilliant people. Each of them was tyrannical and created countless kills. Astonishing supernatural powers, such forbidden arts as Liuli Jinghuo and Mieri Bingling all appeared at that time.

The boss Luo who has just practiced is only an insignificant existence among them. There are many creatures with talent, status, and resources more than him. The only advantage is that he has an extremely powerful heart. Madness.

He took the initiative to enter the dangerous situation, went deep into the hinterland where fierce beasts were rampant, experienced countless life and death, and survived again and again in the mouth of fierce beasts. Only by taking firm steps can we have today, stepping on the Lord of Da Luo.

Admired by the creatures of the six realms.

And the Tianjiao of his generation, no matter how amazing his talents are, and his prosperity is exhausted, he will eventually fall into a box, leaving only a handful of loess.

But even so, he was stubbornly stuck in the middle stage of Da Luo for a million years, unable to make any further progress.

It can be seen that Da Luo's practice is difficult.

This is also the reason why Xuanling Doumu Yuanjun occasionally preached, and most of the six worlds gathered in three islands and ten continents.

Only by listening to the powerful preaching can they avoid a few detours, forks and useless paths, and make their road to Daluo smoother and smoother.

Therefore, when it is confirmed that Taixuan Shenzun, the Hunyuan power, is going to preach, the big Luos of the six realms will flock to him. This is certainly the reason for a glimpse of the Qingshan Realm, but it is more because it is related to one's own path .

And when it is confirmed that the Taixuan God Venerable is stronger than Xuanling Doumu Yuanjun, even if it is only a little bit, it is enough to make them excited and excited, even if it is only a little bit stronger, it is still strong.

Strong means that the preaching will be more useful, it means that there will be more opportunities hidden, and it means that the possibility of a breakthrough in cultivation is a little bigger.

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cloud bed.

Li Tiansheng looked at Xuanling Doumu Yuanjun who appeared suddenly, with a helpless expression on his face. He never expected that she would appear in his speech conference. Will appear in the Palace of Asking.

The discussion at the beginning could still be seen as an exchange of ideas between colleagues. Everyone talked to each other, which was similar to a tea party, but now the preaching is equivalent to preaching and teaching.

What's going on here?

False Hunyuan preaching to real Hunyuan?

"It seems that if you don't show some real skills this time, you won't be able to bleed!"

Li Tiansheng slandered in his heart, and waited for a while, seeing that the time was almost up, then he had a thought and showed his figure.

Seeing Li Tiansheng who suddenly appeared on the cloud bed without a sound, whether it was Xuanling Doumu Yuanjun or all the big Luos, his heart tightened.

Not only because Li Tiansheng looked like an ordinary boy in the world, but also because he appeared without warning, naturally, without any trace, not even the slightest fluctuation in space.

It seemed that he was there and should be there, but he was never discovered by them, or in other words, they were too weak to discover his existence.

It's like you are right in front of my eyes, but I turn a blind eye.

Seeing a mountain is not a mountain, seeing a bed without people, seeing a fog is not a fog, seeing a person is not a person.

A group of great gods including Xuanling Doumu Yuanjun naturally don't think they are weak, so they can only think that the other party is strong, so it's not that the other party is waiting on the cloud bed early in the morning, but that the other party is too strong.

Li Tiansheng didn't know the twists and turns in the hearts of the people below, and was very satisfied with their shocked expressions that they couldn't hide, and the start shocked everyone.

perfect!

He nodded and greeted Xuanling Doumu Yuanjun, who was second only to himself and above all the gods, Li Tiansheng said nothing, and casually pointed at the void.

Whoa!

Large expanses of blue and clear water splashed out, rippling layer after layer, and making pleasant water sounds, which attracted all the immortals and gods inside and outside the hall to look up.

Boo!

The water splashes rippling in the void suddenly surged upwards, cooing and flowing, like a spring that was about to erupt, as if something was about to burst out of the water.

It firmly attracted the eyes of all the gods and gods, even Xuanling Doumu Yuanjun was no exception, they all stared wide-eyed and watched carefully.

Don't want to miss a single detail.

No one noticed that while the gods were concentrating on it, Li Tiansheng on the cloud bed suddenly smiled and moved his fingers hidden in his sleeve robe.

A little invisible ripples ignorantly, rippling and opening, along with the rippling water spray in the void, pulled the immortals inside and outside the hall into a vast and boundless ocean.

Pieces of huge clear lotus leaves burst out of the water, growing and rising until they were as tall as everyone's shoulders. As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of ​​green leaves.

As the wind moves, the sound of water flowers and the swaying of green lotus leaves are mixed together to form a natural and harmonious tune.

This is the movement of life awakened.

A lotus flower emerges from the lotus leaves, stretches its body, and opens its petals. Some are white as snow, some are pink and shy, some are flirtatious like fire, some are green like mangosteen...with different postures and colors.

With a surging breath of life, exuding wanton vitality, this is the unique fragrance of life in its prime.

Boom!

Whoa!

I don’t know when the sky gathered a large group of dark clouds as thick as ink, and with a few lightning flashes and thunder, the pouring rain poured down, hitting the green lotus leaves, the wanton blooming lotus flowers, and the incomparably clear blue waves .

The lotus leaves are broken, the lotus is defeated, and the blue waves are polluted.

As the weather gradually turned cooler, Bibo became even more bleak, with dead branches and leaves everywhere, exuding an aura of desolation and decay.

At this time, small boats were walking on the dirty river, and a group of men and women with trouser legs and sleeves pulled down from the boats, stepped into the water, and dyed themselves into clay figurines.

Suddenly someone exclaimed, joyfully, pulled his hands out of the dirty water, and there was a white lotus root in his hand, a unique sweetness of food accompanied by a different kind of breath of life, drifting in the wind.

Seeing this section of white lotus root, a group of men and women suddenly became more excited and energetic, groping in the water, one by one white as snow lotus root was pulled out from the mud.

Accompanied by the joy from the heart, the small boats returned with full loads.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, and the whole lotus pond is only left with loneliness and depression after the excitement.

Pieces of crystal clear white snowflakes fell from the sky and landed in the lotus pond. There was a piece of pure white everywhere, covered with silver, and mountains covered with frost and snow appeared in the distance.

A small boat suddenly breaks into the picture, coming from the upper reaches and going down the river. An old man with white beard in a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat sits on the bow of the boat. A little bit of snow falls on him, but it does not stop at all. , with a bamboo fishing rod in his hand submerged in the lake, in this world where the water and the sky are all white, not only is there no abruptness, but it is unusually natural and harmonious.

An inexplicable meaning permeated the air.