Dao Testament – Shrouding the Heavens

The setting sun was slanting, Hong Yi was lying on the bed quietly thinking wildly.

His Divine Soul is damaged, his eyes are dull, his thoughts are very chaotic, and his thoughts are full of distractions. In this state, let alone the imperial examination and cultivation, even if a book is placed in front of him, he Can’t understand.

While feeling upset, Hong Yi got up and sat next to his desk.

The desk that was originally filled with pen, ink, paper and inkstone has already been filled with several wine bottles. Frustrated in life, Hong Yi was also drinking too much during this time.

However, at this moment, a stream of light suddenly fell from the sky, directly into the center of Hong Yi’s eyebrows. In an instant, Hong Yi’s absent-minded eyes suddenly became extremely bright.

The Divine Soul that was injured by Hong Xuanji’s qi and blood was quickly repaired in an instant.

“en!?” This a instant, Hong Yi suddenly seemed to have turned on some switch, and the thoughts in his mind were like a fountain, and the inspiration emerged in an instant.

All kinds of whimsical ideas melted into my heart almost instantly. In this brief moment, his views and perceptions about all kinds of things seemed to emerge in this brief moment.

Subconsciously, he wrote a poem directly on white paper——

“Who would care I’m engulfed alone in chilly West Wind blowing, My slim windows almost covered by the yellow dead leaves flying, In deep thoughts of past events, I stand in the red Sun sinking. I used to be drunk in Spring, from sound sleep you would not wake me, We played literary games to vie for the first cup of tea, I thought then these were just ordinary things as things could be.”

The tone is sad and leaping on the paper. Suddenly, the words are bright, and there seems to be a kind of sad Intent faintly.

The rays of light illuminate Hong Yi’s face. His pupil light has become much deeper in an instant. He slowly picked up the poem he had written before, savored it carefully, and pondered it carefully.

Now just looking at this piece of paper, I feel a kind of sadness, a kind of unwillingness. This is the truest portrayal of his time spent lying ill at home. A poem has exhausted his experience and mental journey over the past six months.

“What’s the matter, why suddenly it is like a fountain of writing, such a verse, even if I did it before, it is impossible to make it! And this word…” Hong Yi carefully looked at the blank paper and looked at it. With the above verse.

Don’t talk about the Intent of this poem, even this word is far beyond his pinnacle time. When he was pinnacle, he couldn’t write this kind of font that contained Essence, Qi, Spirit.

“In ancient legends, Saint’s word was enough to retreat Ghost God. Could it be that I have decayed to the extreme during this time, but instead burst into countless inspirations and ideas? Even my Divine Soul has been restored? “Hong Yi immediately settled everything on top of his own depression during this period of time.

“The adversity has reached the extreme, but good luck!” Hong Yi silently pondered his own experience during this period and the countless inspirations and ideas that emerged in his heart.

This feeling made him feel uncomfortable.

So, he directly lifted the pen around him, re-studied the ink, laid out the white paper, and finally gathered everything into one sentence: “No: No, it’s against the gentleman. Big to small Come…”

At the moment of writing this passage, Hong Yi felt as if he had completely Fusing into One with the spirit of the ancient Many Sages, grasping their true spirit, the true imposing manner! Really great!

The more he writes continuously, the more Hong Yi feels that he has realized the most essential truth between Heaven and Earth in an instant. His confidence is getting more and more full, and his writing is like a fountain with endless sources. The text under the pen is flying.

“Tai: small and big, Jiheng.” After writing the previous “no”, he turned his pen and quickly turned into the next hexagram.

Every word seems to have inspired a divine force blessing, every word seems to be a baptism to his Divine Soul idea, from the Supreme baptism of Many Sages Hundred Saints .

This an instant, Hong Yi’s brain seems to have a flame of wisdom burning.

Divine Soul as Furnace, wisdom is work, reason is charcoal, and vincent is copper.

Hong Yi has read from childhood, seen the books, learned the truth, even the social snobbery he has seen since childhood, all merged into one, all kinds of truths The friction and fusion finally seemed to completely turn into his own accumulation, background and truth.

And at this moment, all of a sudden, every word burst into light.

Hong Yi felt his Divine Soul suddenly jumped out, and the golden light all over his body bloomed like a scorching sun. In an instant, his Divine Soul was out of the body, and the entire person’s Divine Soul directly reached an unimaginable height.

eyes opened, the afterglow of the setting sun burst in from the outside, Hong Yi’s Divine Soul left a faint shadow on the ground.

“The sun has not yet set, my Divine Soul broke out on the eve of sunset and jumped directly from the Night Roaming realm to the realm of Day Roaming?” Hong Yi was dumbfounded. The speed of my own progress is too fast and too fast.

“It turns out that reading is the strongest method of Divine Soul cultivation. No one is a bandit, which is not good for a gentleman. From big to small… Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!” Hong Yi reads himself before I wrote this sentence, the more refreshed my heart, the more refreshed my thoughts are.

His Divine Soul floats in the sky, looking at the words on the white paper, he has a feeling of understanding in his heart; it seems that these words are the most reasonable in his heart. .

At this instant, he felt that his idea of ​​Divine Soul was still growing continuously. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the shadow of his Divine Soul became clearer and clearer.

Before it was just a faint shadow, but now, it seems to have appeared a real form.

Day Roaming’s realm is growing up instantaneously here, and there is a faint sign of entering the Soul Revealing realm.

“Good! Good! Good!” Hong Yi Divine Soul returned to his body, and the more he watched, the happier he was.

“Taihe or not…My encounter with this time can be described as’extreme sorrow turns to joy’!” Hong Yi sighed leisurely.

Many Sages’ heroic spirits turned into rays of light and blended into his Divine Soul, giving Hong Yi a kind of shed body change bones.

And at this moment, Wuwen Marquis Palace, in the master bedroom.

Hong Xuanji is sitting here quietly, running his blood.

Since Time Shatter took Heart Demon in the previous period, he has officially been promoted to Human Immortal, and now the cultivation base is in rapid progress.

“en!?” However, when Many Sages descended on Hong Yi, Hong Xuanji suddenly opened his eyes.

Many Sages is coming, others can’t notice it, but it’s already Hong Xuanji of Human Immortal, and it’s so close, how could it not be noticed at all?

“What’s the matter? It’s the place of the unfilial son!” Hong Xuanji had a terrified look in his eyes. He opened the door subconsciously and hurried over to Hong Yi.

He has already noticed something wrong. If he doesn’t act quickly, maybe something that he can’t control will happen.

However, the moment Hong Xuanji just approached Hong Yi’s side——

“weng! !”

An aura carrying the will of Many Sages Suddenly descended, and pounced directly on the face.

The spirit of Many Sages, the Intent of Many Sages, and the truth of Many Sages seemed to be transformed into wind and water with no opportunity, and quickly invaded Hong Xuanji within the body.

“pu! !”

In an instant, Hong Xuanji’s face flushed, and suddenly, mouth spurt blood came out. This a mouthful of blood actually has a delicate scent, and the blood is shining with a little purple gold color.

“How is it possible? How is it possible? I am wrong? How could I be wrong? Medieval Many Sages, do you think I am wrong? Why?” A trace of confusion appeared in Hong Xuanji’s eyes. The high imposing manner was instantly beaten back to its original form, and even his Immortal Qi, who is like a little sun, had blood fluctuations weakened a lot in this instant.

Heart Demon, who had been through before, also broke out again at this time.

Hong Xuanji had just passed Heart Demon, and even his state was unstable. Now he was engaged by the Strength of Many Sages heroic spirits, and suddenly broke out again, and the whole person fell into a state of confusion.

Today’s Hong Xuanji is not the original late stage, he who does everything for his own way, and he who does not hesitate to give away his life in order to achieve his great cause.

Hong Xuanji can’t ask for the Titaned Writer now, but now his way is rejected by Many Sages Hundred Saints, and he naturally falls into a new round of Heart Demon.

Hong Xuanji’s way is to distort the term “the monarch, the minister, the minister, the father, the son, and the son.” Said to be in its place and seek its own government.

But Hong Xuanji distorted this statement, turning it into an absolute authority and an absolute relationship between superiors and superiors.