Creation Color Master

At this moment, as the Yin-Yang All Living Beings Diagram fell steadily into the space, the Purple Mansion also became completely stabilized with the entry of the Great Dao.

The third realm, Purple Mansion Stage, breakthrough.

As Chu Mo made a breakthrough, Chen Gong and others who were waiting outside the theater suddenly noticed that an extremely strong aura of theatrical Taoism emanated from the room where Chu Mo was in seclusion.

Upon noticing this change, everyone in the theater breathed a sigh of relief, knowing clearly that Chu Mo had successfully broken through.

And with Chu Mo's breakthrough, the shackles in the body of the Chinese hero were broken one after another.

In Chen Gong's sea of ​​consciousness, a miniature milky white sword emitting a pure literary aura was floating up and down.

Then the small sword quickly collided with the Dao seed in Chen Gong's body, forming the Purple Palace.

He calmed his mind and led the literary path into the Purple Mansion. From then on, the Purple Mansion became stable and he successfully broke through to the third level of the Purple Mansion.

In Yang Jiye's sea of ​​consciousness, there is a crystal ore burning with golden flames, emitting rolling sword energy, which attracts the Avenue Seed next to it.

As the two pulled and collided, the Purple Palace opened up.

Yang Jiye used all his strength to activate his spiritual consciousness, pulling the golden path into the Purple Mansion, and successfully broke through to the third level of the Purple Mansion.

Yao Guangxiao sat upright on the stone bench in the Tingyu Pavilion, his mind immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness, in which was a relic emitting infinite Buddha light and seeming to make bursts of Zen sounds.

As the Purple Palace emerged, the Zen Dao was drawn into it, and the light effect also successfully broke through to the third level of the Purple Palace.

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On a street, there is a loft with blue bricks and black tiles. In front of the door hangs a flag with the word "Medicine" written in large letters.

An old man with a detached temperament and a relaxed expression was sitting on a wooden chair, reading a medical book carefully.

Yan Yonghe just reached out to turn the page, and the next second he felt the shackles that restricted his cultivation suddenly shattered, and he immediately smiled.

The sea of ​​consciousness is shaped like a dead tree with two young leaves growing on it, emitting endless vitality.

With the opening of the Purple Mansion and the successful traction of medical science, Yan Yonghe's third-level Purple Mansion cultivation was broken.

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In the vast desert, with endless flying sand, a group of people were seen traveling through the desert.

The leader was wearing an orange Taoist robe and holding a yellow talisman staff. Even though smoke, dust and sand were flying everywhere, they were all blocked by the yellow talisman in the Taoist's hand.

Zhang Jue, who was in a hurry on his way, finally waited for the shackles in his body to be broken, and his Huang Tianyun Dao slowly increased.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, a ball of yellow light, carrying a hint of ethereal luck, combined with the seed of the Great Dao to open up the Purple Palace.

As his luck was successfully guided, Zhang Jiao's cultivation undoubtedly achieved a breakthrough.

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In a military camp, a handsome young general with a longbow on his back and a spear in his hand was riding on horseback for inspection. Then he realized that the shackles in his body were broken.

The corners of Hua Rong's serious face curled up slightly.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a glass-colored arrow with snowflakes dancing around it appeared.

With the combination of the Great Dao Spirit Treasure and the Great Dao Seed, the Purple Mansion was successfully created.

When Hua Rong immersed his mind and guided the arrow into his sea of ​​consciousness, his cultivation level also quietly broke through to the third level of Purple Mansion.

The soldiers looked at Hua Rong again at this moment and found that his aura had changed drastically.

At Hanyang Pass, which was filled with swords and sabers, and was studded with broken spears and arrows, Wu Song was practicing his swordsmanship with a pair of swords in his hands. Suddenly, he stood still.

Facing the rolling waves of the East China Sea, Fan Zhongyan, standing on the wall of the coastal city, with his white clothes fluttering and looking out at the sea;

In a dark dungeon, surrounded by black mist, teasing a black crow with blood-red pupils;

The bamboo shadows are mottled, the sound of the zither is melodious, and Wang Bo, who is plucking the strings of the zither in front of the bamboo house, seems to resonate with the surrounding environment, with a look of satisfaction on his face;

In a huge and luxuriously decorated mansion, Jia Xu, dressed in black, was quietly looking at the falling flowers in front of the window.

With Chu Mo's breakthrough, the shackles in the bodies of those Chinese heroes who had sufficient cultivation and found the great spiritual treasures that matched themselves were shattered, their bodies were sublimated to the extreme, and their cultivation achieved a breakthrough.

Everything seemed to be happening silently.

In a short period of time, the talented people under Chu Mo underwent a transformation, and their power also achieved a breakthrough growth.

Chu Mo had no idea what was happening outside. At this moment, he was looking at the purple palace that he had successfully opened up.

At this moment, looking at the hazy shadow of the Purple Mansion in front of him, Chu Mo immersed his mind and finally entered it to see what the internal space was like.

At this moment, Chu Mo felt nervous, excited, curious and other emotions surged in his heart.

The spiritual consciousness continued to extend, as if passing through a layer of fog that isolated the spiritual consciousness, and the internal space of the Purple Palace finally appeared before his eyes.

When Chu Mo saw the scene in Zifu, he was stunned.

The clouds that blocked the divine consciousness enveloped the four directions, and the space in the middle was like a small world.

In the sky, the spiritual treasure [Xiao Yao You] evolved into a clear blue sky with white clouds like cotton.

Above the sky, there is a horizontal Yin-Yang diagram of all living beings, with shadowy figures on it, shining brightly. The road intercepted by it seems to have turned into stars, emitting faint light.

The three thousand avenue stars are constantly shining with the light of the avenue, passing through the sky where Xiaoyaoyou is evolving and spreading downwards.

Under the sky is a mountainous land evolved from the [red dust energy]. The most surprising thing is that there is a town located in it.

The architecture of the town is very close to the style of Yong'an Town, with attics and tiled houses scattered in an orderly manner, with the bluestone-paved streets as the central axis, extending to both sides; the streets and alleys are decorated with white walls and black tiles, which look simple and elegant.

The wide and long streets are lined with various buildings on both sides, including taverns, shops, schools, hostels, teahouses, etc., and various distinctive styles highlight the architectural style.

What shocked Chu Mo again was the "wine" flags fluttering in the wind in front of the taverns in the town; the dazzling array of merchandise in the shops; and even the doors and windows of the rooms were carved with various exquisite patterns. All these details were present.

The whole town is filled with the atmosphere of worldly life, and the rhythm of the mundane world comes directly to your face, giving you a feeling of refining your mind in the mundane world.

Not only that, the leather puppets that he had stored in the Yin-Yang Map also materialized one by one, or turned into people in this small world and lived in it.

Training grounds were opened up among the mountains and rivers, and all the soldiers trained previously were deployed to the training grounds.

In the deep mountains and dense forests, in the open space formed by the felled trees around, Guan Sheng, dressed in green dragon scale armor, was training five hundred green dragon swordsmen. The swords were shining coldly, and a green dragon military soul gathered and roared.

Under the rolling waves, there was a man sitting cross-legged. Wearing a silver dragon robe, the young man with white hair and golden eyes was practicing cross-leggedly.

In a dark valley, there were gusts of chilly wind and a ghostly aura. A girl in a purple skirt with dark patterns was standing on a huge rock, and it seemed that there were endless ghosts surrounding her.

In the town, Ji Kang and Song Lian seemed to have become friends, drinking and writing poetry together.