The First Immortal of the Heavens

The top of Wandao Mountain is like a beautiful picture scroll.

There is a spring water flowing, making a clear sound, the spring water is clear to the bottom, exuding Taoist rhyme and morality, like the avenue spring water, it can wash the heart and the way of people.

There is a willow tree standing on the mountain, and the verdant wicker dances with the wind, rippling out a certain indescribable rhythm, like the cut willow leaves dancing in the wind like indescribable people.

Under the willow tree, there is a stone table with a stone bench on each side.

There is a game of Othello in progress on the stone table, which has already reached the middle game.

Looking at the position of Zhang Yang and Bing Yuyan, one can still see the vast sea of ​​clouds behind the willow tree, and the red sun rising above them, blooming with light.

There are some small layouts on the mountain.

Such as a few simple rocks.

Like a small flower garden, it is full of ordinary flowers and plants, but because of being baptized by the Great Dao for many years, it has become an extraordinary fairy grass fairy flower.

The whole feeling is that the artistic conception is lofty.

The moment the two set foot on them, it was as if they had touched something, with a light covering them, and the two immediately had the illusion of being stared at.

This is caused by the strong avenue here.

They need enough insight to be qualified to truly step in.

Being able to come here can only show that you have the qualifications to walk in.

More than three heavenly auras appeared on Zhang Yang, and the aura surging, naturally enveloped the ice jade face, the feeling of being stared at disappeared, replaced by a sense of intimacy, as if he was recognized as the Tao.

The ice jade face in it is particularly strong.

The two held hands and stepped forward.

For Bing Yuyan, every step is torment, because she hasn't penetrated it yet, stepping on it, it is like being forced to enhance her awareness of the road, and can also take advantage of the environment here to let her absorb it like a jujube. It takes a long time to digest.

From the edge of the mountain, to the willow tree on the opposite side, in front of the black and white chess stone table, I realized with the public avenue. I actually walked for a long time before arriving. I can imagine how Bing Yuyan felt during this period. Persevering, there is no confusion in my way because of this, it is very stable.

Before the stone table, Zhang Yang was no longer able to help her.

Because he also needs to understand.

Bing Yuyan let go of his hand and took the lead in digesting the profound meaning of the Great Dao that was scattered on the stone table. She did not have the ability to comprehend.

Zhang Yang stood at the stone table, watching the game.

In his eyes, this game of Othello is a unique theory, and the black and white players are evenly matched.

As a bystander, Zhang Yang can clearly understand the mystery of it. His heart is as calm as water, and he does not seek quick success, only stability.

The fourth aura of heaven he chose was defined as **** and heaven.

The so-called hell, death too!

This chess game, seemingly simple, is actually a murderous argument.

When the chess game hit the middle game, each has its own killing intent. The subtle mood of the great road is perfectly presented here, and he uses this as the starting point to understand the **** and heaven.

He quickly forgot everything.

Time passed quietly like this, and he was completely unconscious, as did Bing Yuyan.

Day by day, month by month, and finally year after year.

Spring goes to autumn, winter goes to spring.

After a full two years, Zhang Yang was so enlightened that he chose to sit down with the sunspot.

Three and a half heavenly auras rippled around him.

That half is the way of hell.

He sat down and caused turbulence in the chess game, and made the entire road on the top of the mountain boil, causing the ice jade face in the enlightenment to be drawn, and naturally followed, her enlightenment speed suddenly increased, and she actually wanted Boost her into the heavenly realm.

Of course, this also triggered changes in Wandaoshan.

Many people had already climbed to a height of four to five hundred meters above the ground, but now they suddenly found that the avenue became more and more unpredictable, not to mention upward, they were oppressed back.

The avenue covers the entire Wandao Mountain.

From a distance, Wandao Mountain is like the materialization of a avenue, attracting more people's attention.

Hundreds of thousands of people gather here. In most cases, it can reach eight or nine hundred thousand, and when it is small, there are three to four hundred thousand. Now it is six to seven hundred thousand.

The sudden change aroused the excitement of many people.

"Could it be that the Wandao Mountain has changed? Will there be immortality?"

"It is possible that Wandao Mountain has existed for too long, but no one has ever climbed to the top, and nothing has changed. This is the first time, and it may be the Great Fairy Fate."

"Is it the flower of the great road? I remember the legend that someone once took the flower of the great road, and it took only 30,000 years to become a god-opener from the real self."

"The Flower of the Avenue is about to be born?"

For a time, hundreds of thousands of people boiled.

As a result, the news about the birth of the Great Dao Flower spread, attracting more people to gather here, waiting for the so-called fairy fate to be born.

As everyone knows, after sitting down, the publicity on the top of the mountain is like a person who used to play chess with a black piece. Driven by his **** and heavenly understanding, the whole person burst out with hostility, killing, and even death, and also with the black child. The situation at the moment is the same, it is to kill.

This is enlightenment.

In enlightenment, he is like a **** in hell.

Time began to pass silently again.

There are more and more people gathering in front of Wandao Mountain, but they can't wait for the so-called flower of the great road, the so-called fairyland, and some people leave, but many people are still paying attention, so the number of people has always been more than An amazing amount of millions.

Such intermittent four years passed.

When people started to give up, Wandaoshan unexpectedly changed again.

The light of the avenue flies from the top of the mountain, the sky shining brightly one after another, and the more shining Wandao Mountain’s Taoist rhyme is prosperous, allowing many people to take the opportunity to gain something.

"The Flower of the Avenue is really going to be born!"

As a result, the people who left came again.

The people boiled again and came excitedly, competing for the so-called flower of the avenue.

On the top of the mountain, Zhang Yang, who had not moved for four years after sitting withered, finally exhaled a suffocating breath, and the whole person seemed to have returned to his soul from a wood-carved clay sculpture, becoming a flesh and blood body.

"Finally realized."

He muttered to himself.

The fourth aura of heaven was completely formed, no different from the first three, but it gave birth to the mood of death, this is the aura of hell.

"It has been ten years before and after."

"It was only achieved by relying on the Wandao Mountain of the Secret Realm of Hundred Realms. It is not easy. The fourth aura of heaven is indeed an increase in difficulty.

Zhang Yang looked at the chess game on the stone table and slowly stood up.

He did not continue to comprehend.

It’s not that he didn’t want to, but after six years of enlightenment on the Dao, he found that it was not suitable to go deeper, otherwise he might be trapped here, because the profound meaning of the Dao contained in the chess game was too profound, and it was enough to make him lost , Completely wandering in the so-called avenue to the point where you cannot extricate yourself.

There is gain, there is giving up, he has always thought so.

To give up decisively is also to prepare for the next return and continued enlightenment.

With Wandaoshan, with this chess game, his goal has been higher and farther.

He got up and walked out.

After six years of insight, Bing Yuyan has not only digested what she had previously been forcibly supported by Zhang Yang, but also steadily ascended. Now she is striding forward to the level of heaven. As for when she can pass this step, it depends on her. Outsiders can’t help if they’re savvy.

It is as if the super terrifying immortal becomes the sky opener. First of all, he has to become the super terrifying immortal, before Zhang Yang can throw it into the heavenly immortal gate, giving him a chance, he can't reach it, everything is in vain.

Zhang Yang walked to the edge of the cliff.

Looking down here, the vast sea of ​​clouds is lingering at your feet.

His eyes can see through the bottom, see the scene underneath, can see millions of people are commotion, there are more people coming.

"What are they doing?"

He had no idea that he caused it.

Now he is in a happy mood, unspeakably comfortable, and said leisurely: "Come out, let's talk again."

The sword light flickered.

The dark red killing sword appeared in front of Zhang Yang.

"Your harvest is not small." Zhang Yang sighed.

The soul within the Slaughter Sword said faintly: "Leverage your way to realize the magic of this, and some gains."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Then let's talk about the previous agreement?"

The soul within the Slaughter Fairy Sword was silent.

When the emperor was killed, the incomplete emperor spell blessed Zhang Yang before his death. He wanted him to fall into the world forever. If he wanted to break the game, he could only continue to increase the aura of heaven. There was a promise to open this.

Zhang Yang Kyogen will be done in ten years.

The primordial spirit within the Slaughter Sword ridiculed him. If it is done within a hundred years, he will win.

As a result, it really took ten years.

"Although I don't have the ability to get rid of you completely, I have the ability to kill you," said the soul of the Slaughter Immortal Sword. "Do you know why I didn't do that?"

This surprised Zhang Yang, but he knew that the Slaughter Sword was equivalent to half a **** of death, the most inhumane, how could he not do it if he could kill him?

Inner Yuan Shen said: "Yun Dongqing slaughtered all the lives in Fengyang Immortal Realm. In fact, he helped me greatly, far beyond your imagination, and the help brought by the explosion of the Immortal Life's blood ball, even I dare not even myself. Believe that for so many years, I kept a low profile. I was digesting the over-expanded killing power. So far I have not been able to completely control it. You can imagine how much I have grown."

Zhang Yang said: "Are you going to evolve into a heavenly artifact?"

Nei Yuan Shen said, "Give me enough time, I will be able to do it."

Zhang Yang was silent, such a killing sword indeed had the ability to seriously threaten him.

"Why?" he asked.

Nei Yuan Shen said, "Because I met the old master."

Zhang Yang is a little confused, old master, what do you mean?

the host?

He is the master, but not because the Slaughter Sword has never surrendered, and he has never become a slaying god.

"The master in your mouth, what do you mean?" Zhang Yang said.

Inner Yuan Shen said, "I was born in Fengyang Immortal Realm, and the owner of Fengyang Immortal Realm is my master."

Zhang Yang stared: "Then what you mean is that Slaughter Heaven Dao Yun Dongqing is not the original owner of Fengyang Immortal Realm? And you saw the original owner? No, you can see it, and I must have seen it too. , Is it him?!"