Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

a piece of sea.

In a deserted and dark world, a clear sea of turquoise green emerges suddenly, with pure sea water reflecting seven Montenegrins.

Xiao Chen came to the beach and his eyes were full of thought and silence.

Before we came, we had heard that the edge of the world was a sea of bitterness.

In the Temple of the Spiritual Hidden, with the disciples of this experience, Dafan will not be able to go any further.

There are temple rules, bigger reasons, but they can't get out.

This sea, called the Sea of Bitterness.

Buddha Yan, the sea of bitterness is infinite. Since it is infinite, nature cannot go out.

Seven bitterness, life, old, illness, death, resentment, love cannot be separated. This vast ocean brings together endless suffering, boundless.

Once in Kunlun Realm, Xiao Chen also faced a bitter sea, over which there was a broken head of the Tibetan King.

There are the lights left behind by the Qing Emperor, and countless unjust souls and evil ghosts. The pain is endlessly engulfed in the bitter sea.

Xiao Chen is not unfamiliar with Bitter Sea.

But this bitter sea before us is a bitter sea not seen with the Kunlun realm. First of all, there is naturally no hiding king, and no endless unjust souls are immersed in it.

Secondly, the bitter sea is clear and pure, reflecting seven black mountains.

His eyebrows gently picked, Xiao Chen's gaze fell across the shore of the bitter sea, from left to third Montenegro.

That's his destination, Moyer's seventh knife recipe for breaking the knife, hidden there.

The leaves gave him half a month, 13 days had passed unconsciously, and he had only two days left.

If we delay in this bitter sea, it's almost impossible to get the knife book.

Therefore, we cannot set foot in this ocean without 10 percent certainty.

Xiao Chen bent down, reached out and held the water, clear water. Slip a grain at your fingertips and tick tick tick drops.

In each drop of water, Xiao Chen's vague reflection is trapped.

“Strange, is this really a bitter sea? ”

Xiao Chen was confused, although many disciples of the Temple of Spirituality said it was a bitter sea. As you can see, Xiao Chen, a truly bitter sea, dared not agree.

Shh!

One of the fingers popped a ray of knife light and saw the ray sticking to the surface of the water, constantly flying forward. In the past, a wave was raised, and there was no forward movement, and it kept flying, and it kept flying...

Always in sight, never able to fly out of this ocean.

“Interesting. ”

Xiao Chen pinched his chin and fell into contemplation, and then tried several methods, all of which were useless.

At the top of Mount Vulture, beneath the Golden Body of Buddha Ka Ye, he secretly observed Xiao Chen's clouds and leaves, each revealing a smile.

“Looks like he can't get out of this ocean. ”

“Nor can we blame him for not giving him a chance. ”

Both people looked at Xiao Chen's ability to get a knife book, which was relatively open and relaxed.

Xiao Chen was able to get the knife recipe, his strength greatly increased, and the oppression of Green Lotus in the ancient mausoleum of Huang was undoubtedly more promising.

If you can't find it, you don't have to divulge a copy of the knife book.

For the Temple of the Spiritual Hidden, there is no loss of money, unfortunately, the fictional brother just can't think of that.

But just when Xiao Chen couldn't get out of the sea, he stepped out and actually walked up.

“Weird... did he see it? ”

“Impossible so soon? ”

Both the clouds and the leaves reveal a little surprise, a little surprise.

Is Xiao Chen really going to be, for thousands of years, the first person to step on Black Mountain?

Step by step, Xiao Chen shenzhen calmly walked to the center of the sea and stopped.

This journey has been marked by unknown suffering in my mind, and in my mind, by all the pain I have endured over the years.

In particular, Liu Ruyue's figure is almost as shadowy as shadow. He can't ask for it in secret. Love is bitter. Words are hard to describe in the world.

It's painful, it's a bit of a crash.

No wonder no one can walk out, every step of the way bears the pain of almost breaking down, and whoever chooses to turn back.

Back to shore... but this shore, not the other shore, is back to where it came from.

Looking down, the sea remains clear and clear, reflecting seven black mountains.

Everything seems normal.

But in the water, there was no reflection of his own, and he remembered the blurred image of himself trapped in that grain of water.

Every water bead has his reflection, but the entire surface of the sea is invisible.

Before I thought about it, many of the disciples of the Temple of the Spiritual Hidden referred to different distances of the bitter sea.

Xiao Chen already understood that this is not a bitter sea at all, but one of his own in every heart.

A sea of pain and agony in my heart.

To get to the Black Mountains, you have to get out of this bitter sea of your own.

That explains why every water bead has its own shadow trapped in it, biased towards the entire surface of the ocean without his reflection.

Because this sea is himself, how can he reflect on himself?

Why no one goes out is not aware of this, not aware of their deep illusions, trapped in the bitter sea of their hearts.

Knowing that, it's easy to get out.

How to break, close your eyes, see the ocean in your heart, and then you can walk out of that ocean in your heart.

Because he was not in a bitter sea at all, only illusion, trapped in his bitter sea.

Whoo!

By the time Xiao Chen opened her eyes again, she found herself at the foot of Montenegro.

Looking back, far away, an unemotionally displayed statue of the Buddha.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly and knew he had come out.

Re-measure the Quartet and make sure you are at the foot of the third Montenegro from the left, Xiao Chen relaxed.

Flowers bloom beneath the mountains, and at the foot of Montenegro, the rare demonic flowers of the world bloom.

“Is this... bloodlust flower? ”

Xiao Chen was slightly stunned. He had seen these flowers. Blood flowers are zero flowers with pure magic. They are a natural remedy for demonic warriors.

These are unimportant, and what matters is that these blood-spirited flowers bloom extraordinarily delicate.

At least for 10,000 years, Xiao Chen glanced at the fact that the whole of Montenegro was almost a similar exotic flower and grass.

Born at the foot of the mountain, the Blood Spirit Flower is only the lowest of its kind.

“What a treasure mountain! ”

Xiao Chen spoke to himself softly and was delighted. He is now double-cultivated by Magic Martial Arts. The divine power can be freely converted, whether spiritual or magical, without distinction to him.

These are the treasures of heaven and earth that the monks in the Spiritual Monastery cannot escape, but they are treasures in his eyes.

Even more surprisingly, it seems that no one has been here for a very long time, and even if someone did, they probably haven't moved these magic fruits.

His eyes swept in the blood flowers and Xiao Chen's vision eventually landed on a conspicuous blood spiritual fruit.

Blood spiritual flowers are extremely scarce, but the result is even more difficult to obtain a blood spiritual fruit.

Nowadays, a casual glance reveals a bloody fruit.

Other Devil's Path Martial Artists saw the Ten Thousand Years Blood Spirit Flower as a treasure. Xiao Chen didn't even look, and took this blood spirit fruit directly.

Remove the blood-spirited fruit, Xiao Chen sighed slightly and swallowed it.

And the rear tray sits on its knees, and Demon Cloud Swallowing Heaven moves quickly.

In the sea of Divine Numen in the body, the spiritual energy naturalized by the blood spiritual fruit, like a river, constantly pours into the sea of Divine Numen.

After half a column of incense, the Chinese medicine is refined to the fullest extent.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes and the light flashed in his eyes. This blood spiritual fruit is at least 10,000 years old.

Now, let it be refined directly.

You know, he is now the realm of the Second Pulse Emperor. Half-pillar incense can be improved by 10%. You can imagine how horrible it is.

But looking at the magic and magic fruit all over the mountains, Xiao Chen felt that it was nothing. If he tried to absorb it, it was normal for him to promote the Three-Vein Emperor in a short time.

“Even if I didn't find the knife book on this trip, I got a lot of money. ”

Xiao Chen rose up with a faint smile on her face. This mountain demon flower is a big surprise.

It is estimated that these accidents were not anticipated by Master Daiyun or Abbot Daiyi.

Xiao Chen counts in his heart that I don't have much time left, these magic fruits can only be absorbed with the most precious.

Not more than 10,000 years of spiritual fruit, absolutely no touch, waste of time.

The idea was definitely that Xiao Chen and this mountain had started a crazy harvest.

He wondered if the magic magic fruits, leaving Montenegro, still had a drug effect.

It was all local refining. In just two days, Xiao Chenxiu rose wildly and climbed all the way up to reach the peak of the Second Vein Emperor.

Watching, Xiao Chen broke through the shackles and broke the bottleneck.

With this mountain demon flower, he was promoted to the Three-Vein Emperor, the master of the clouds and the abbot of the leaves on Vulture Mountain, but was in a hurry.

With Xiao Chen's wild hunting, this vulture mountain has a slight crack at the top of the mountain.

“I can't believe I didn't think of that. I can't let him go on. If Montenegro loses too much magic, the balance between good and evil loses a lot of trouble...”