Yang God

In the weather of April and May, the summer heat gradually came up. Occasionally, the sunshine of the day was particularly strong. Although it could not be said that the fire was shining, the world was like a stove, but at noon, people stood under the scorching sun and felt the whole body was hot. Have to be sunburned.

Hong Yi chose to go to the noon wilderness ridge near Yulong Mountain on the special noon at this day. Then I found a shade of the place, then sat down on the knees, silently meditating and meditation.

He finally chose the sun to be the strongest day at noon, just to break through the soul, to concise the soul, become a god, can drive the object, in one fell swoop to reach the realm of the trend.

Only when it is repaired to the realm of the drive, the Tao can truly have a place of self-defense, unlike before, it can only hurt the soul and use the technique of evil spirits.

"Mu Rongyan, the woman, she has a profound skill, actually reached the realm of the shape, although the body is now injured, but the Yinshen can slip out of it, it is hard to prevent, and some times, her injury is slightly better. I am afraid that I will resist. I have become a realm of repelling things. With blood-stained steel needles, I can subdue her."

"Although I don't want to treat her, but I have to take something out of her body? Some things like Taishangdao? My mother is a very good person, called Meng Bingyun, and the Taoist Master." What is the relationship between the dream machine and the cultivation of some Taoism? I am now practicing the Taoism. It is completely blind and there is no question of which one, but there are still many questions."

Hong Yi knows that his martial arts practice has been repaid. He once received the guidance of Bai Ziyue, but the Taoist cultivation is completely groping himself. He has experienced life and death several times, and if it is not the Amitabha, he will protect his soul.

Now it’s hard to come across the authenticity of Murong Yan’s Xuan Tian Guan, and how can Hong Yi not ask for a side blow.

"No matter what, taking her injury did not improve, I will repair it to further and further. Everything is based on strength. If I cultivated into the realm of ghosts, there is a magical power like a dream machine, I am afraid I will not be able to find my mother. The fairness of the nine gods of the dream machine, even the Yuwen Taishi burned the corpse, Yunmeng Yuwen Taishi Yuwenmu, the same year, but Zhen Zhen Qufang, and my father Hong Xuanji the same character. Nine Huoyan, Nine Fire Dragons......."

Hung Yi muttered this Taoism in his heart.

He knows that this Taoism is a sacred fire that turns into nine huge fire dragons, melting gold and iron. The man was surrounded by the fire dragon and was immediately burned to ashes.

Fire is masculinity, and the Yin God can't drive at all. Even if it is barely driven, it must burn itself. The stronger the flame, the stronger the damage to its own soul.

Like the kind of smoldering dragon flame that melts gold and iron, I am afraid that the general yin **** will be smashed by the sun's temper, not to mention the drive.

What's more, Hong Yi heard Murong Yan mentioning that it is a nine-fire dragon of the dream machine, even if it is into the water, it will not be extinguished. It used to be in the sea, burning the strong tyrants of the southern sea, Black Shark Island. The Black Shark King, and the Eighteen Island Pirates of the South Sea Sea.

Such a powerful Taoism has already surpassed the secular and can even despise the imperial power.

Hong Yi is also faintly scared.

Nine fire dragons!

The Tao is actually strong enough to that extent.

It’s no wonder that too much is called too much.

What's more, Hong Yi listened to Bai Ziyue said that the Taoist master of the Taoist Taoism did not practice the **** of the sun, and achieved the immortality. Then, after the cultivation of the Taoism to the Yangshen, how powerful is it?

Hong Yi could not imagine.

But now that everything is just getting started, Hong Yi’s Taoist practice is just getting started.

In addition to all the thoughts of the screen, into the Amitabha situation of infinite life, the amount of light, Hong Yi feels that his soul is full, and all kinds of disasters can not be shaken, suddenly exerted the idea of ​​the pagoda.

The spirit of the soul is fierce, shelling out!

This is the time when the sun is the strongest at noon.

When Hong Yi’s soul jumped out, he felt the general uncomfortable acupuncture! At the same time, "the front" is a piece of white, as if it is in the sea of ​​fire.

"Good guy!"

Hong Yi is the first complete soul to come out of the shell, under the sun in the midday sun, and go out to wander.

As soon as I wandered around, the sting of the whole body was even worse. It was like a thousand knives!

"Ling is the cruelest criminal law. The pain I have suffered now is probably similar to Ling Chi. It is so hard! Although martial arts are difficult to practice, it is too easy compared to Taoism."

Although it is like a thousand knives, Hong Yi does not return to the shell, but travels farther and farther, until in the white sea of ​​fire, he can not see his body completely, and can not fully sense his body. Only stop wandering.

A lonely, desperate mood is born and growing.

In the stormy ocean, people who fall into the water and struggle to struggle, but can't see the ship, are naturally desperate.

Hong Yi is now in the midday of the noon sun, away from the body to swim, until he can not sense his own body, it is to sever the back road of his own shell, really put the dead and the future, not the case, it is difficult to sever the thought of luck in his heart .

Originally, this kind of situation was too dangerous. It was almost a life of nine deaths, but he realized the essence of the Amitabha, and he could not repair the nature of the world.

Lonely, desperate emotions come together, plus the arrogant arrogance of the sun. www.wuxiaspot.com~ The soul is immediately floating.

Hong Yi does not move in the heart, endures all kinds of pain, transports the Amitabha, and the body is cool, and the soul of the fluttering spirit is condensed, and the thoughts are firm!

This has been cool, Hong Yi too looked up to the sky, fixed still, watching the inside of his own soul, there is also a round of the sun, suddenly bursting, blossoming flames, landing down, all over the soul of his own soul.

This view, cool and all gone, boundless heat.

This is a Vipassana fire, and the outside sun is hot, but it is the real flame outside, burning the soul.

Internal fire, external fire attack, calcination spirit!

This time together, with the sun masculine between the heavens and the earth, the uncomfortable feeling of Hong Yi's soul is ten times stronger than just now, and desperation is ten times stronger than just now!

"It’s better to die like this, and save yourself from such a torment! Give up."

Under such a torment, Hong Yi’s mind gave birth to the idea of ​​“dead count” for the first time. Because of this feeling, life is better than death!

"Thousands of worlds do not move their hearts, no quantity of life, no amount of light ....." Hong Yi has exhausted all his will, only to suppress this idea of ​​seeking death, to put his own The soul of the gods and the great Buddha in the Amitabha are integrated into one, and they feel the realm of infinite life.

The soul is in the fire, swaying, but it is not scattered, after suppressing all kinds of thoughts, Hong Yi has a feeling that his own soul seems to become a golden Buddha like the Amitabha Buddha, like real gold, not afraid of fire, Instead, it is more pure in the fire!