"puff......"

The two swords pierced into the heart, and the sound was clearly heard. Zhang Daoran felt that the earth soul and human souls were shocked and almost dissipated. The human soul, which was originally condensed like a physical body, was blurry and almost impossible to see at this time. The originally blurry earth soul was only left with a phantom outline.

The spiritual energy flowing through the meridians of the body was half reduced, and the misty spiritual energy in the dantian was only a ball of thumb-sized left.

Zhang Daoran's figure shook and fell to the ground, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth.

Suddenly, a voice like Huang Zhong Dalu in my mind sounded: "The double sword of Yin and Yang, one sword cuts the falsehood, and one sword cuts the mortal roots. The world is undesirable, and immortality can be found. The heart of Tao needs to be tough, and the great way can be heard."

The sound disappeared, Zhang Daoran opened his eyes, revealing a hint of confusion. He hurriedly inspected the body, his heart was unhindered, and the human soul and earth soul in the sea of ​​consciousness were only silhouetted and shadows. The spiritual energy mass as big as a thumb in the Dantian was just more pure.

And the two purple and red swords disappeared...

"Fellow Taoist!"

"Zhang Zhenren!"

Hengkong and Zhuoer and his son entered the valley and came to Zhang Daoran. Hengkong looked confused: "What happened just now? Fellow Daoist seems to be very nervous?"

Zhang Daoran looked at Hengkong and Zhuoer and his son seriously, and was slightly silent: "Nothing..."

The purple and red swords just now were clearly visible and extremely real. Moreover, in the valley, because of the appearance of these two sharp blades, the light shone brightly, and these people turned a blind eye...

It is obvious that it was a crisis just now, and it was also an opportunity.

Hengkong looked confused, and Zhuoer and his son looked at each other. Zhang Daoran pushed them and pushed them up, flying for more than ten meters to land on the ground. If they weren't wearing sheepskin and thick cotton coat, they would have been scratched. Even so, when they fell to the ground, they would have been hurt.

Hengkong almost subconsciously left the valley. As soon as he turned around, he saw Zhang Daoran fall into the valley and vomiting blood.

He looked at the valley in confusion for a week, and as before, he fell into darkness, purple-red rocks, and a trace of gas was emitted. He stood up and, in the confused eyes of everyone, Zhang Daoran walked out of the valley: "Go back..."

The human soul and earth soul were damaged, the dantian was damaged, and Zhang Daoran's voice was a little weak.

Several people looked at each other and walked out of the valley. Zhuoer and his son rode on horseback and left first, while Hengkong stayed: "Fellow Daoist, what happened just now?"

Zhang Daoran shook his head. Zhang Daoran couldn't explain the scene just now. He could only say: "It was very dangerous just now, and I was severely injured."

Severely hurt!

Heng Kongxin opened his eyes wide with fear: "This is the battlefield of ancient gods, can it be that there are still remains of ancient gods?"

Zhang Daoran shook his head again: "I don't know either. I can't come here again when the state is not enough..."

Zhang Daoran was still scared. The two purple and red swords just now stabbed, and Zhang Daoran felt deeply powerless. He could not stop it and entered his body. His traces were unrecognizable. He must have been left in his body, not sure whether it was good or bad.

"It's just that I see that my fellow Taoists are more elegant, and I have the illusion of being floating away..."

Hengkong was even more confused. Apart from his weak voice, Zhang Daoran had no trace of injury. Compared to before, Zhang Daoran looked more out of the world, floating around him, feeling difficult to reach with his hand.

"Crisis is accompanied by opportunity. I was injured just now and have some understanding..."

Zhang Daoran walked slowly towards the tent of Zhuoer's house, and smiled bitterly in his heart. The purple-red swords were hard to find, like a thorn floating in his heart, which made Zhang Daoran a little afraid.

Those few proverbs are easy to understand, but Zhang Daoran seemed to have realized some of them, and he felt that the feeling was about to be held in his hand, but slipped away from his fingers.

"If you don't understand the proverb just now, I'm afraid that the crisis of the two swords in your body will be difficult to resolve."

Zhang Daoran had this premonition that if these two swords were walking correctly in the Taoist practice, they would automatically disappear. If the path of practicing Taoist practice was wrong, these two swords would appear.

"I don't know if my guess is true."

Walking on the vast grassland, Zhang Daoran listened to the wind around him, and the sounds of cattle and sheep from afar came, and his heart became inexplicably ethereal.

Hengkong was already confused about Zhang Daoran's experience and must have encountered unimaginable dangers. Otherwise, Zhang Daoran would not vomit blood. However, Zhang Daoran had no sign of injury, and seemed to have improved his realm. At this moment, Zhang Daoran beside Hengkong's side had his feet off the ground, floating in the air of more than half a meter, stepping out step by step, as if he was stepping on a substantial road.

Hengkong was shocked. At this moment, Zhang Daoran was more like an immortal about to ascend. One step away, there were two immortals and mortals separated. Hengkong was behind Zhang Daoran, following the traces of Zhang Daoran walking, walking out step by step, but stepped firmly on the grass, and clear footsteps came.

"Crisis is accompanied by opportunities. If this is true, I hope to encounter a crisis..."

Zhang Daoran was obviously enlightening the truth. This kind of walking in the void is a move that perhaps Zhang Daoran himself didn't know, immersed in enlightenment, and was unconscious. Hengkong's eyes were a little envious: "The gap between my realm and fellow Taoist Zhang is getting bigger and bigger."

Zhang Daoran entered the ethereal artistic conception, and the surrounding spiritual energy was refined into the body. The empty dantian slowly recovered, and the two souls of the human and earth gradually became clear.

I don’t know how long the Dantian returned to its original state, and even improved a little. The two souls of human and earth are more solid, and are clearer than before they were injured. The earth soul was originally just a vague shadow, but now the state of facial features can be identified...

Opening his eyes, he found himself standing on the top of a mountain on the edge of the grassland. The Zhuoer family was grazing on the grassland. At the foot of the mountain, Hengkong sat cross-legged and looked at the top of the mountain from time to time.

At this time, the sun was about to set, leaving half a red sun, reflecting a brilliant color. Zhang Daoran's face moved: "Last night, I just felt empty in my heart. Did you realize the truth last night?"

“Fellow Taoist…”

After a few steps down the top of the mountain, he came to the foot of the mountain. Zhang Daoran clearly sensed that his magical power of shrinking the ground was more handy than before. He took one step and was nearly twice as far away than before, almost reaching 300 meters.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Hengkong stood up and said, "Fellow Taoist has finally realized the truth..."

Hengkong's eyes were filled with surprise and a hint of envy: "I don't know if I can use this opportunity to realize the truth in this life."

"The opportunity is hard to come by. Last night's crisis made me realize something and unknowingly, I entered a state of a state. It was because I only felt a moment of daze and opened my eyes again. It had been a day since I had passed, but I got nothing."

Zhang Daoran's face was neither sad nor happy. From last night to today, that state of emptiness and clarity helped Zhang Daoran restore his previous strength and even improved, but he did not feel that he had realized something or gained something.

"Last night? One day?" Hengkong smiled bitterly: "Fellow Daoist first wandered aimlessly, came to the top of this mountain, and stood on the top of the mountain for eighteen days..."

"Eighteen days?"

Just a moment later, I opened my eyes again, and eighteen days passed?

Zhang Daoran's face was no longer calm, and there was a slight fluctuation.
Chapter completed!