The nine tripods have achieved great success in the art of qi movement. Next, you only need to integrate the nine tripods to cultivate the natural way of life.
The destiny of heaven is closely related to one''s own destiny.
If Yang Xuan could evolve his own way of heaven, he could really control his own way of fortune and Qi number, so as to break free from the shackles of heaven and be free from the dark and dark of the nine days.
"If the old slave''s expectation is not bad, then the northern Xuanxian emperor must have proved the Tao through cause and effect and cultivated his own natural way of heaven. Therefore, he is called the Zhangyun Immortal Emperor."
The old man said, "if you want to really kill this man in the future, you can destroy his foundation by your own life. Without your life, you can add Qi to your body. No matter how high his cultivation is, you can also eliminate his body, death and soul."
"My natural way of life should be consistent with my way. If they run counter to each other, it is not conducive to my future practice. As for the northern Xuanxian emperor, I will remove it myself sooner or later."
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and said that he was not in a hurry to condense the natural way of life. Everything should wait until he returned to the sword palace.
Once he had been away for decades, he asked, seeking, thinking and preaching. He was attached to the mountains and rivers, but he did not see through the world of mortals.
He has always been a person and has his own concerns that he can''t give up. Now it''s time to go home and see his parents and many relatives and friends.
A monk is a family all over the world. It can also be said that he has no home. Wherever he goes, he is home.
Only because most monks choose to forget their feelings when they embark on the path of cultivation.
A person who forgets his feelings, or cuts off his feelings and desires, although he practices very fast, he will also lose the fun of being a person.
To Yang xuanlai, immortals and everything are human after all. Even if he proves eternal life in the future, he just wants to be a sentient person.
Life, if ruthless in the heart, it is how tragic.
Yang Xuan felt terrible when he thought about it.
……
"Is brother Yang leaving so soon?"
"Well, I have to go."
"It''s a rough road to cultivation. Brother Yang, please take care of it. If it''s fate, I''ll see you in the immortal region."
"See you in Xianyu."
In the early morning of this day, Yang Xuan said goodbye to Pengfei, quietly left Kunpeng mountain and embarked on the journey back to the Shenwu mainland.
This time, he didn''t send it back directly with the help of the original Star core of the xuanhuang world, but shuttled through the long starry sky with the help of the Great Void Technique and the wings of Kunpeng.
In the past few days in Kunpeng mountain, he has taken the drop of Kunpeng God''s blood given by Peng Wuji.
That drop of Kunpeng divine blood is the sacred thing of the Kunpeng family, which is not an ordinary Kunpeng divine blood.
According to the old man Tongtian, it should be a drop of the life blood of Taigu Kunpeng, which is much more precious than the life blood essence in his body.
Yang Xuan refined this drop of effort. Due to his own blood relationship, although he could not incarnate the body of Kunpeng, he also obtained a complete wing of Kunpeng.
The wings of Kunpeng, an ancient divine beast, spread thousands of feet. They radiate immeasurable divine light all over the body. Their speed is unparalleled in the world.
Yang Xuanchu could not fully display his speed when he got this wing, but this wing was supplemented by great void skill, which also increased his speed by several times.
At the same time, his ghost demon emperor blood has been further enhanced, and his Qi and blood are unparalleled.
In terms of strength alone, at the moment, his fist is enough to kill ordinary extraordinary saints, and his strength is far better than before.
But the female corpse was fragrant, still sleeping in the purgatory sword. He didn''t wake up for a long time, which made him more or less worried.
"Wait, although I sympathize with this woman''s experience, I shouldn''t be so worried about her. What''s going on?"
While Yang Xuan was on his way, his eyebrows could not help frowning.
He entered the Tao with emotion, but he was by no means an amorous person. The reason why he saved the woman''s body Xiangxiang was just doing it at will. She didn''t have too many ideas about it.
"This is the art of marriage. There is a trace of marriage spirit hidden in this woman. When the little Lord saved her, this trace of marriage spirit turned into love and tightly intertwined the little Lord with her."
Tongtian old man preached.
"There''s such a thing! Why didn''t Tong say it earlier?"
"It''s not harmful to the young master. What''s the difference between the old slave saying it and not saying it?"
"That''s what I said, but I..."
"The little Lord doesn''t have to worry. There are many things to ask for in the world, but fate is difficult to ask. In the vast sea of people, how many people can find their most perfect attribution, and how many people miss the best marriage in passing by. It can only be said that at the moment when the little Lord saves this woman, you and she have been destined for a lifetime, and it''s hard to separate."
"Forget it, you''d better tell me about this great marriage skill!"
"The art of great marriage originates from the art of great cause and effect. As for who created it, even the old slave is not very clear, but it must be an expert who created it."
Hearing the speech, Yang Xuan didn''t speak. He took out his purgatory sword and muttered to himself, "since I have saved you since ancient times, why don''t you worry all your life?"
Then he felt something again and said with a smile, "are you finally awake?"
"You are..."
At the next moment, a beautiful woman appeared in front of Yang Xuan out of thin air. Who was it?
"My name is Yang Xuan. You won''t forget who I am so soon?"
Yang Xuan smiled dumbly. The fragrance of the female corpse was obviously very different from that a few days ago.
At least the eyes are no longer confused, giving people a look of ignorance.
"I remember you. You saved me. You''re still... My master."
The female corpse Xiangxiang looked at Yang Xuan and whispered, "thank you for saving me. I''m the daughter of the Eastern Emperor, Eastern rain. If you''re not used to it, you can continue to call me Xiangxiang."
After a deep sleep, her dusty memory has revived. She even remembers the resurrection of the dead and the bit by bit with Yang Xuan.
"The name Xiangxiang comes from my mouth. I''d better call your name. As for saving you, you don''t have to take it to heart."
Yang Xuan smiled and wiped out the taboo he had left in the soul of the rain god of the Eastern Emperor. He said, "I have to. Please forgive me. From now on, I will no longer be your master."
Donghuangyu was silent. After a long time, he said, "the donghuangdian has been destroyed. My father has been flying to Xianyu for many years. Now I have no place to go and no familiar people. Can I follow you temporarily?"
Words, with a bit of the taste of request, make people pity.
"Men and women are different. You are a big girl. If you follow me all day, you will inevitably be gossip. In addition, I am unrestrained and love to take advantage of others. Especially for a beautiful girl like you, I have no resistance. Even so, are you willing to follow me?"
Yang Xuan smiled inexplicably and said a word, which made the Eastern Emperor Yu''s face slightly red.
In her previous life, as the daughter of the Eastern Emperor, she had a respected identity. Few men could get so close to her. How could she ever meet a frivolous "slut" like Yang Xuan? For a time, she didn''t know how to speak.