The Sword Dynasty

The more you go to the northwest of Donghu, the night is getting longer and the climate is getting colder, but the wind and snow are disappearing.

The reason is that the northwestern terrain of Donghu is constantly increasing, and soon it is close to some eternal snow lines. The wind is blocked by these giant mountains, and then flows down from the mountains. Except for some mountain passes, the mountain wind is not obvious. Like the water, and then rushed down hundreds of feet, the wind is flourishing.

The chill is too strong, the cold condenses in the high place, and even the snow can't fall.

The whole world is a mirror-like freeze, blindly cold, only occasionally there are large hailstones, such as high-altitude people who take the scorpion and throw stones to fall down.

Ding Ning and this bitter old man are not ordinary practitioners, so after a short conversation, there is no extra discourse, and the old man naturally climbs into the rut of the wolves pulling the debris, even if he is wearing a week. The frozen meat used to feed these wolves is all safe and secure.

From the sons of the herdsmen who are not eating, to the practice of contact, he has opened a door to a new world and found the true meaning of life. He is a true cultist, always enjoying the new mystery and the greatest joy with the progress of spiritual practice.

However, decades ago, he has crossed the realm of all asceticism and even reached the limits of the masters' classics. He had no teacher in front of him, and he couldn't get it. He finally went to Changling and asked him to die. Even before he died, he saw that he could not understand and touch the realm of life.

However, he survived and worked hard for more than ten years. It was only after a slap in the face that it was faintly visible. Even the power of the eight realms could be touched occasionally. The real breakthrough was only half a step away.

People are self-knowledge.

The talent of any person is different.

The old man used his nearly lifelong practice to sit in the cave for decades, and what he could do was to truly see himself. He knows that if there is no such master as Ding Ning at this time, he will be in the eight realms, and he will stop. It is impossible to see the scenery in front.

However, he also confirmed that Ding Ning was ahead of him and was able to take him further.

Therefore, at this time, although he has almost invincible power in the world, he is really against the enemy. I am afraid that only Yuan Wu can kill him by one person. However, he looks at the rut in front of him, but his eyes are pure and joyful as children.

For him, he is like a child who was led by Ding Ning and walked through a beautiful sea of ​​flowers, constantly seeing the beautiful scenery he had never seen before.

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“Everyone’s life trajectory is different, their chances are different, and their preferences are different.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Even the same twins, the same twins, two people may have very different personalities and preferences. Everyone is a small world of **, and the pursuit is different from what you really want. The practice of the Tantric sacred meditation, the closed meditation, and the like, and the cultivation of the deep, is to thoroughly see yourself. Really seeing yourself is not only the spiritual perception of the world from our practitioners, but also the highly coordinated ability that the entire body cannot imagine. ”

In the rut in front, Ding Ning looked at the long-term Sunshine, and said slowly and in detail: "So in fact, the Tantrics said that repairing this life without repairing the afterlife is not a vain reincarnation, but a repair of this body. The deep knowledge of this small heaven and earth. In the human body, the acupoints are like the sun, the moon and the stars, the different cultivation methods, the different swords, and the different positions. The practitioners of our Changling are repaired. Even if it is high, it also releases the strength of the heavens and the earth from the niche, and it is smooth and harmonious, but it is difficult to compare with their practice. Therefore, their strongest means is themselves, not foreign objects."

After the pause, watching the long-term Sun Xue, who had some understanding, Ding Ning went on to say: "Don't look at the body of this bitter Zen master, but the power that can erupt in his body is much stronger than all the practitioners of the same order. Each squat, every meridian, and the horror coordination ability of each flesh and blood bring precision and speed in addition to strength. So what I told him is that you don’t need to think about other foreigners, you don’t need to rely on other foreign objects, only Take the most direct. Aside from all kinds of swordsmanship tricks, according to the body instinct to hit the enemy, it is his strongest means. The seven realms that he played against are hard to match, and they are killed by one blow, most of them are slow. Half a step, I am afraid that the strength of the heavens and the earth has just been recruited, or the sword is just blooming, and his most powerful power has already knocked on the other side."

"He is a real stranger, the leader of the Tantric ascetic monks, the past painstakingness has made him see himself. And my past practice is to learn to see others." Ding Ning then slowly said: "Like The practitioners like him want to see more unknown scenery, and Shen Xuan, which you can't understand, just wants to be treated like a dog, and can rule anyone. In the final analysis, he wants It’s just a word of fairness."

The terrain is getting higher and higher, and even the wolves that can be described by the monsters are getting more difficult.

Heaven and earth are getting thinner and thinner.

However, as Ding Ning and his grandson Xue Xue occasionally talked about Changling's old things, and occasionally talked about some spiritual problems, the old man in the rear rut, but lost his calm, began to be shocked.

Ding Ning does not seem to deliberately meditate and practice, there is no fluctuation in the world around the body, but this old man feels that with

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) The slow passage of time, the air machine in Ding Ning's body is constantly growing. This kind of growth can completely describe terror as a practitioner's progress.

Ding Ning's cultivation is constantly growing, but even for him, this kind of cultivation growth has no trace.

This feeling is like having a very high mountain in front, but Ding Ning walks over, and the mountain disappears silently, as if it never existed.

When those wolves were physically weak, they finally stopped and felt that Ding Ning had quietly passed through the middle of the six borders. It seems that the distance from the seven borders is not far away, and the old man who got the rut finally couldn’t help himself. Aloud asked: "Even if you just step on the road you have walked through, the accumulation of real yuan, it takes time for the nourishment and change of the body. Why can this be exceeded?"

"People are too small for this world. The powerful practitioners are too small."

Ding Ning’s breathing was a little difficult. He looked up at the glacier in front of him. His figure was in the huge shadow of the glacier. It was indeed as small as an insect ant. “But it’s strong, and there are also laws that can be found. The place that was originally passed, at least I have seen it. I want to go to those places I know. I originally thought that there is no shortcut. But when I heard the body of An Baoshi appear here, I thought of the empty space, but I suddenly felt that sometimes everything has not changed. But you can also take a shortcut."

"The biggest difference between people and the rest of the world is not the ability to use tools, but to create." After a pause, Ding Ning smiled and said.

The old man’s body suddenly felt like a lightning strike, and it trembled fiercely.

He understood that when Ding Ning heard the news of the bouldering, he not only determined that there was a sword here, but also produced some kind of epiphany on the practice. Just like some masters, they created some new ways of practice. .

At the same time, he also understood the biggest difference between his former and Wang Jingmeng.

He is too decent in law.

"Even if you can greatly shorten the time to seven, even if you can use some of the power of the seven worlds, but then, even if the nine dead silkworms are special, most of you are only slightly stronger than the physical practitioners of the Six Horizons. The body, the cultivation of the seven realms, the body is not stressed, your body is still unable to withstand the power of the seven realms, empty realm and power can not be used." But he still has some puzzles, could not help but ask.

"Even if you can't use it often, use it once, or refine your life sword, you can always think of a way." Ding Ning looked at him.

The old man was shocked again, and he was sincere and convinced: "Yes, that is enough."

(End of this chapter)