Fantasy starts to create virtual world of gods

"As for Tianjiao's breakthrough and entering the Supreme Level..."

Changqing hesitated for a moment and said, "You put a shackle on your heart, which is why you can't really step into the Supreme Realm. "

"The supreme realm is the sublimation of the three essences, qi and spirit, and now your physical body has reached the innate extreme, and your spiritual power is not inferior, but the shackles in your heart are still there, and your state of mind has not been truly complete. If you want to set foot in the Supreme Realm, you must first unshackle your heart. "

Changqing slowly explained that many times, the main reason why Tianjiao demons failed to reach the Supreme Realm was the problem of state of mind.

The shackles of physical body and spiritual power are easy to break, but if there is a flaw in the state of mind, then this step is difficult to cross, or even can never be crossed.

"The shackles in the heart..."

Yue Qianhuan repeated in a low voice, she knew very well the shackles in her heart, Luo Qingyan!

The one who took away her divine bone and replaced her as a generation of Tianjiao.

For so many years, Luo Qingyan has always been a hurdle that she can't cross in her heart, it's like a nightmare, if she wants to cross, it's so simple.

"Ara was robbed of the Supreme Bone back then, how did he cross the hurdle of the heavy pupil?"

Yue Yihuan thought of having the same experience with her, but in the end she ascended to the sky, but in the end, she could only be stunned, how could a peerless demon like a wilderness be locked by this shackles?

"Thank you Evergreen Senior for your guidance."

In the end, Yue Yihuan could only thank her again, and Changqing pointed out the nightmare she had always been unwilling to face, so that she knew how to move forward, and whether she could do it depended on herself.

"It's okay, I have told you what you want to know, you should leave." Changqing smiled kindly, Yue Yihuan was already defeated, and the strongest move was also broken by her finger, and then continuing to challenge was tantamount to asking for hardship.

"By the way, if you have the opportunity, please inquire about the Primeval God King for me."

"The junior understands."

Yue Yihuan promised, if he can be called the Primeval God King, that being must stand beyond the mundane, and if he starts from the Nether Realm, then he must leave a mark in the Void God Realm.

Now that ten thousand domains are gradually connected, even if you can't find it in a short time, you will find it one day.

The moon receded, the palace was gradually covered by thick fog, the stone step path disappeared, and the bluestone road reappeared.

"One flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi, the power to create the virtual god realm, what kind of existence is it?"

Yue Yihuan sighed, the virtual god world is too mysterious, the more you understand, the more you can feel its incredible, it has too many secrets, and there are too many mysteries.

Outside the bluestone road, Gu Ning was already waiting here, compared to Yue Yihuan, the one he met was much more direct, simply competing with him to test his swordsmanship.

He has the "Dripping Water Sword Sutra", even that One Realm Supreme praises, bluntly saying that it is difficult for the innate realm to have a sword technique that surpasses this Sword Sutra.

It's just that Gu Ning's comprehension is not enough, dripping water through stones, perseverance, this requires years and months to polish, not overnight work, Gu Ning's time to get the "Dripping Water Sword Sutra" is still very short, and indeed he has cultivated this sword sutra to a high level.

However, he paid too much attention to the improvement of cultivation in the Sword Sutra, and forgot that the root of the Sword Sutra was swordsmanship!

This time only with the sword art competition, he really realized his flaws, his opponent, the white-clothed victorious snow, indifferent as ice, sincere to the sword, loyal to the sword, with the sword as a friend, with the sword as the heart.

Therefore, his kendo is very strong, fast to the extreme, transcending the shackles of the realm, and reaching another level.

Watching him use the sword is pleasing to the eye, as if admiring an extremely beautiful snowy scene, plum blossoms falling lightly, and the Excalibur without a trace.

Rao has been out of the bluestone road for a long time, and he is still intoxicated by the picturesque artistic conception.

"Sword God, Ximen Chuixue, this is the real Sword God..."

Gu Ning sighed lightly, only with sword skills, let him obey, if he added other means, he would not be an enemy at all.

"Gu Ning, let's go..."

Yue Yihuan seemed a little preoccupied, crossing the shackles in her heart, how should she do it?

Gu Ning was the same, his heart was now full of sword light, and beyond that, he couldn't see or hear anything else.

......

"It's Fang Cai's two people, looking at their lost souls, they must be defeated."

"Nonsense, in the face of a realm supreme, how many people in the world can win? I see, they have a feeling! "

"Go, go and ask them what's going on inside!"

A cultivator in the Kunwu Domain led the way to Yue Yihuan and Gu Ning with the group who remained here, but both Yue Xian Huan and Gu Ning turned a deaf ear at the moment and directly ignored them.

"Two Daoists, I hope to inform you about the situation in Qingshi Road!"

The first one asked with a hypocritical smile, and the others faintly surrounded and surrounded the two of them.

"Kendo, swordsmanship, swordsmanship, what's the difference..."

Gu Ning muttered, and did not pay attention to it, he remembered Ximen Chuixue's sword shock, and remembered the sword technique that was fast to the extreme without a trace of stagnation.

Yue Yihuan raised his head, looked at the hypocritical smile of the person in front of him, and a feeling of disgust suddenly rose in his heart, and shouted:

"If you want to know, you can go in by yourself!"

"Hehe, why should Daoist friends be so petty, and hope to solve my confusion for me."

The leader still greeted each other with a smile, but Yue Xian was more and more unhappy.

Hypocritical, wasn't this how the Luo family took away her divine bones, seemingly benevolent, but in fact it was a bad heart!

Taking away her divine bones, becoming a generation of Tianjiao, but she was almost dead, and she had to endure the cold eyes of the clansmen, how much hatred and despair did she have in her heart back then?

Step over? How did she step over?

She can't step over!

Rumble!

The moon fell abruptly and took a step forward, the moon flowered, the bright moon came across the sky, hanging three feet above her head, the divine artistic conception spilled, this is a divine art, even if there is no divine bone, it is still a divine art, once it is cast, it will burst the divine artistic conception!

The hazy moonlight, the fairy light falls, like a moon god coming to the world, the moon spreads, and the heavenly sound trembles.

"Luo Qingyan, I can't forget this feud! Take away my divine bones, this enemy, my moon falls, and I will repay it! "

The moon is shouting, her voice is trembling, she is venting the sorrow in her heart, she is releasing the accumulated pain!

At this moment, all the creatures present heard her words, and the cultivators of the Cangwu Realm also recognized who she was!

"Luna!"

"The moon god was taken away by Luo Qingyan, what does this mean? Is it the same as what happened to Arashi? "

"The moon god is not the Luo clan, there must be a deeper secret in this!"

A few Cangwu Realm cultivators whispered, the Heavenly Monument Divine Light had already dissipated, and only they knew what happened here, but they were not people who kept to themselves, this kind of big thing was related to the reputation of the Luo Clan, how could they not publicize it?

On the other side, those who surrounded Yue Yihuan and Gu Ning were dumbfounded, what were they doing, besieging a Tianjiao, or a Tianjiao with divine arts!

Are they looking for death?

(Chapter 6, currently on the bus, a little motion sickness, so slow to write, please forgive me!) ）