The two properties and properties are completely different, and even completely opposite spiritual energy appear out of thin air from outside the dantian, and are divided into two left and right channels and slowly flow along the meridians, and start to flow in reverse.

The outer part of the upper dantian intersects, merges into a stream, and then flows through the meridians throughout the body, flowing back to the outer part of the lower dantian...

In the eyes of the man in white, the two spiritual energy of Yin and Yang that returned to each seemed to have grown so much that it was almost negligible. If the man in white had not had enough cultivation, it would have been difficult to discover.

As soon as the Yin and Yang spiritual energy completed the operation of the sky, the man in white felt a wave of the stars in the sky from his sensitive spiritual consciousness, and the fairy sword in front of him seemed to buzz gently.

The next moment, the fairy sword in front of him actually rose up from the ground and floated in the air. Countless starlights came down from the sky and gathered above the fairy sword. In an instant, there were thousands of lights, piercing the sky.

The man in white suddenly stood up, his toes slid back and floated more than ten feet away. He stood still and narrowed his eyes.

Not far away, Ruozhi's body was shrouded in a ball of white light, trembling endlessly. The white light was extremely sharp, and countless scars were pierced on his body, dripping blood. The yin and yang energy in his body seemed to be stimulated, and it flowed rapidly. When the wounds were granulation and the skin regenerated. After a moment, it was pierced by the white light, and the body was incomplete... It was repeated, repeated, and repeated.

Ruozhi in the void felt that the white light that suddenly appeared today was too dazzling, and he couldn't help but close his eyes. A chill reached his body. The next moment, Ruozhi groaned, and his whole body was in severe pain, and the pain became stronger and stronger...

The man in white squinted his eyes and looked at the white beam raging on Ruozhi, feeling relieved, as expected, it was indeed good.

Ruozhi in the void felt that the pain in his body was getting more and more unbearable... Finally, he couldn't bear it, and shouted loudly, "Ah", and completely fainted.

The man in white saw the body in the white light trembling more and more violently... Until he suddenly shook and completely softened, his body lying softly under the white light. His body was still pierced by the white light, blood dripping, and the wounds, although granulation still sprouted and his skin continued to regenerate, it was obviously unable to keep up with the speed.

The man in white knew in his heart, but he was afraid that he had reached the limit that this body could bear. Even if he did not die, he would have to hurt his foundation.

No longer thinking about it, the man in white stretched out his finger at the magic sword in the air.

The fairy sword suddenly became dim and returned to a snow-white color. It fell down and inserted it in its original place, standing still.

The starlight from the sky also seemed to have lost its target, and it retracted from the sky like a long dragon absorbing water.

Ruozhi, who was lying on the ground, had disappeared at this moment. Ruozhi had not seen any of his blood and his pale face. It seemed that everything he had just had was an illusion.

Everything has returned to peace.

The man in white flashed, stepped forward, squatted down, reached out and pinched, pried open Ruozhi's clenched teeth, flipped his other hand, and a red pill appeared out of thin air and threw it into Ruozhi's mouth.

A faint red halo was shrouded on Ruozhi's body, visible to the naked eye, Ruozhi's pale face was recovering, but he had lost some blood and did not hurt the root cause. This little thing was not a problem in the hands of the man in white.

After doing all this, the man in white stood up and slowly walked under the snowy tree, standing with his back to Ruo, and no longer cared about him...

What the man in white didn't know was that at this moment, five dim stars lit up in Ruozhi's dantian, flashing and disappearing deep in the dantian...

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A glimmer of light appeared in a dark world.

Following this glimmer of light, Ruozhi slowly opened his eyes.

For a while, his mind was blank and unconscious. He lay for a while until a burst of stinging pain came from all over his body, awakening it completely. The feeling was like before going to bed the day before, someone beat him up all over his body.

Ruozhi sat up halfway and looked around. He saw a white look. How could he sleep in the snow?

"Wake up", a cold voice came from the side.

Ruozhi was shocked and looked at the sound, and saw the man in white standing under the tree, as if he had merged with the surroundings, but he didn't notice it just now.

"How does it feel," the man in white continued to ask.

"The whole body hurts," Ruozhi answered honestly.

"I have been here for ten years and have been in the lake for several months," the man in white continued to say to himself, "Do you understand what the truth is?" As he said that, the man in white walked over and sat down not far in front of him.

Ruozhi thought about it, but still shook his head.

"Or, why do you need to practice Taoism?" The man in white didn't care and continued to ask.

Ruozhi thought about it and said, "Well, I heard from my master that those who do not hear the truth will die of ten days, and there is no one who has exceeded that."

The man in white nodded and agreed: "Yes, a practitioner can obtain the essence of heaven and earth, and will naturally live a long life. It is a blessing for ordinary people to obtain the destiny of heaven. Even if I am the lowest-level foundation-builder, I can easily get twice the destiny of heaven."

Ruozhi thought about it again and continued, "I see my aunt and sister, and I have the means to understand the spirit, and walk in the air, but I can't do it, but I can't do it. It must be because of practicing Taoism."

"Yes, there is a technique in Taoism, flying in the sky and hiding the earth, turning hands into clouds, turning hands into rain, and turning hands into rain, which is indeed amazing." The man in white still agreed, Tao.

Ruozhi thought about it again, but he really couldn't think of anything. It seemed that in his impression, the so-called practitioners who practice Taoism were just what Xuan Min said, who lived longer and had more powerful methods. But then again, he had never seen what those mortals who did not practice Taoism looked like. Naturally, he didn't know how long they could live and what methods they did.

"Is there any?" The man in white asked when he saw Ruozhi not speaking.

Ruozhi thought about it again and had to shake his head.

Seeing this, the man in white showed a trace of curve at the corner of his mouth.

As Ruozhi was at this time, he was already past the best age to practice Taoism. According to those "stupid" sects, it was not worth spending more effort to cultivate. How could those "stupids" know the true artistic conception of "receiving the truth in the morning and dying in the evening".

What is even more rare is that I temporarily lose my memory and a piece of white paper is more suitable for training. As my cultivation increases, I slowly recover my previous memories. Isn’t it just right to experience life?

The most rare thing is that the body has a sword body and is born with the sword. In addition, the body's murderous intent is dedicated to the sword. In time, I really don't know what kind of sword will be sharpened.

The man in white had a little expectation in his heart.

With a thought moving, a simple, even broken bamboo slips appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, with stars slightly shining... It was obviously a dead thing, but it seemed to be a little excited...

"Do you want to become a true cultivator?" The man in white suddenly asked solemnly.
Chapter completed!