Heavenly practice

The entire "Xiantu Era" was created by Shen Zhuo, which means that not only this world, but also the luck of this world, and the fate of all characters are in his control.

The Cloud and Mist Realm might really hide the truth from the Dao of Heaven, but Shen Zhuo is an existence beyond the Dao of Heaven. He can know everything in the book, including the existence of the Cloud and Mist Realm.

But maybe it's because of the half of the gods in Chang Ming's mouth, he really can't escape now.

In front of you is the first floor of the Jiuzhong Palace. The black door is wide open, and countless ancient characters drawn with silver patterns are all over the door.

Under the feet is the deep sea mithril, a treasure that even Nascent Soul cultivators flock to outside, but here it is used to pave the floor. The entire first floor is empty except for the one-person-wide chair in the center. The first floor is completely filled with empty and cold a feeling of.

Shen Zhuo stopped at the door, "You are the only one here?"

"The mysterious bird is on Santu Peak."

"..."

"I mean...is there no one else here?" Shen Zhuo asked.

Chang Ming suddenly looked back at him, "Now there is."

For a moment, Shen Zhuo felt that this person was teasing him, but he quickly rejected this idea. The person in front of him was Chang Ming. In his setting, the demigod Chang Ming was the most ruthless person in the world. In his eyes, there is not even the existence of human emotions, only the cultivation of immortals.

A tinge of guilt filled his heart.

What would happen if people didn't have the seven emotions and six desires?

It will be like walking meat, it will be worse than death, it will be lonely, and it will lose interest in everything.

Shen Zhuo seemed to have just remembered how many things he had deprived the man in front of him of. He deprived him of all emotions and desires, and gave him an obsession to cultivate immortality, allowing him to live like this for ten thousand years, and will continue to do so for ten thousand years. Years, in the endless time, but I was told that the result of waiting for ten thousand years was tied to a boy who was only sixteen years old.

He suddenly felt that Chang Ming had a good temper. If it was Shen Zhuo himself, he would have killed someone with anger.

"Changming." Shen Zhuo called out to him standing outside the door.

Chang Ming turned around and looked at him, his silver hair swayed slightly, and there was a flowing silver luster between his actions, Shen Zhuo was a little dazed, he couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to grab a strand of silver hair in the palm of his hand.

It's cold, smooth, but surprisingly soft, and feels very good to the touch.

He looked up, and Chang Ming's dark eyes were staring at his hand.

"..."

Shen Zhuo wanted to pretend that nothing happened, and quietly let go of his hair, but the other party also reached out and grabbed his inexplicably long hair.

Shen Zhuo was startled, "What are you doing?"

With a slight movement of Chang Ming's fingertips, he cut off a strand of black hair, "Let's make a bond as a lock."

What did Shen Zhuo want to say, and then he understood.

There was a scorching heat on his forehead, and a full-length water mirror suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Ripples spread on the mirror surface, and then calmed down, finally revealing the world in the mirror...

Shen Zhuo slightly opened his eyes.

Speeding cars, urban areas full of tall buildings, passers-by in a hurry, colorful balloons...

Shen Zhuo's feet moved slightly, and he slowly stretched out his hand towards the water mirror in front of him. When his fingertips touched the mirror, his palm suddenly moved forward. The calm mirror surface seemed to be disturbed by the strong wind. Many cracks appeared, and then quickly Splits fly apart.

Countless fragments of the mirror flew past Shen Zhuo's peaceful eyes, and flew over Chang Ming's black robe feet.

"This is the last time of Changming, if you want to spy on my heart again, I will make your soul fly away!"

Shen Zhuo let go of that strand of silver hair, turned around and walked away.

Chang Ming watched him leave, and then lowered his eyes to see that strand of black hair in the palm of his hand was turned into ashes, and the palace once again returned to deathly silence.

Shen Zhuo walked out of the nine-layered palace almost full of anger, and quickly walked down the jade steps, and he became more calm when he reached the [-]th step.

He stopped on the [-]th and first jade step, and the wind from the sky and fog blew from behind, raising his long black hair and covering his face.

Shen Zhuo pushed back the lock of hair, looked down at his wrist, the white light was still there, like an endless white thread, connecting him with that person.

He looked down the endless jade steps, knowing that he would eventually lead to Santu Peak, but he couldn't fly over like others.

A piece of pink and white petals floated over his head and landed on the jade steps under his feet.

Shen Zhuo turned his head to look over, it turns out that there is a huge pumice stone on every thousand jade steps, which can accommodate dozens of people lying down, but there is still a pumice planted on the pumice stone at the three thousand jade steps beside him. Zhuliu dream tree.

The black-brown trunk, the white petals full of trees with a touch of light powder, the flower rain sprinkled half of the pumice stone.

Liumeng tree is not rare, but very common, even in the ordinary human world, it has nothing but beauty, so it is not rare. It is really strange that such an ordinary and ordinary plant appears in this cloudy and foggy environment.

Shen Zhuo stepped on the huge pumice stone, and found that the Liumeng tree was a foot high, and when he walked under the tree, a few petals were dropped.

He found a place under the tree, lay down with his arms pillowed on his head, looked at the white and misty sky above his head, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and another feeling came into his heart—this was also created by him The place is so beautiful.

He slowly closed his eyes, and felt a petal fall on his face, and he raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

A head of long black hair was spread under him like huge wings, his handsome face was smiling, and a silver divine pattern was shining on his forehead, but Shen Zhuo himself couldn't see himself like this.

The other end of the white awn on the wrist appeared on the edge of the pumice. The owner of the white awn was dressed in black and had silver hair. He stood there quietly and looked at the person lying under the tree without any disturbance.

"It's so cloudy and foggy, can you lend me a piece of pumice?" asked the black-haired young man with his eyes closed.

Chang Ming silently looked at him.

"You are blocking my light." Shen Zhuo said.

Chang Ming then walked to the place above his head, Shen Zhuo felt a shadow covering his head, and opened his eyes.

A strand of silver hair scattered on his face, it was cold and smooth, and there was a faint fragrance of coldness in the cold breath.

Shen Zhuo looked up at the indifferent and pretty face above his head, and said lightly, "What do you want to do?"

He swore that if this man dared to spy on his sea of ​​consciousness again, he would definitely die.

Fortunately, the other party didn't do that kind of thing again, just looked down at him and asked, "Is that how you look at all living beings?"

Shen Zhuo thought for a while, he usually looks at the computer screen when typing, so he said, "No, most of them are looking at the computer screen."

"All beings are equal?" Chang Ming asked.

"Um……"

Shen Zhuo didn't know how he thought of this level, but he didn't object, so he replied, "About so."

Chang Ming looked at him quietly again for a long time, and asked him, "The Son of Heaven is under the Yegui Cliff."

Shen Zhuo was startled, and then sighed in his heart, this eldest nephew is really good, he deserves to be planning for him wholeheartedly, but Chang Ming suddenly mentioned this, not just telling him kindly.

"As a child of the Dao of Heaven, there are naturally many hardships. What Long Xiang has to experience is far more difficult than others. Only in this way can he obtain the Dao. Xuanyu is nothing to be afraid of."

Shen Zhuo is telling the truth, he is not worried about what Xuanyu will do to Long Xiang, Long Xiang is the protagonist he chose, not just a person who got to the end by luck, but by a strong and indomitable heart, Otherwise, he might as well choose someone else as his pawn to defeat Changming.

"Do you know how many monks in the world have experienced the Xuantian catastrophe, the ninety-nine heavenly catastrophe, and the reincarnation?"

A petal fell to Changming's shoulder, but it turned into powder an inch away from his shoulder. This person is so inaccessible, not even dead things.

The softness in Shen Zhuo's eyes faded, he sat up from the ground, leaning against the trunk of the Liumeng tree beside him, with a half-smile, "Do you think the law of heaven is unfair?"

"It's you who are unfair."

"..."

Chang Ming bent down and approached his face, his black eyes were dark, "The way of heaven should not be transformed into a human being, it only needs to exist as a way of Taoism."