Chapter 1760: The mystery of the universe

Seal the opportunity!
At the first sight, everyone at the scene saw that Yan Heng had realized the opportunity in the Zhouyu Avenue of Heavens and had the opportunity to seal the Zen.
Hey!
Zhou Yu is deep and vast, and one of the stars blooms brightly, and a golden light falling down will be covered.
He walked toward the five-color altar line in the distance, and his figure was sacred and sacred.
In the end, he boarded the track and sat on it, and the atmosphere of the whole person began to produce a wonderful and embarrassing transformation.
boom!
In the end, the bright blue star melted into a thick golden light like a waterfall, falling down and being completely captured by the cross.
It is also at this time that the sound of the line is so clear that in the sky, there is a vaguely "image of all beings" that emerges from the sky.
And Yan Heng is like a master, accepting the beliefs and worship of all beings.
"People are willing to seal the Zen!"
Lin Xun and others are all shocked, some are envious, some are amazed, and some seem to be disappointed, and so on.
After a while, all visions disappeared.
On top of the five-color altar, an ancient black stone monument emerges, filled with a ray of light and chaotic.
Feng Zen Road Monument!
Only when the Zen is the sage of the sages can you have a Taoist monument of your own, and engrave your will and name.
This monument will last forever on the height of nine thousand feet above the Fengchan Terrace, and will receive the blessing from the heavens!
For a time, everyone in the field could not help but be a little moved.
The starry sky has been circulated all the time, but any strong who can live out of the Kunlun market, in the years to come, can have the opportunity to prove the emperor!
Don't look at just one chance, but it's enough to make countless half-steps and quasi-imperialist characters crazy!
And this opportunity refers to the power of the heavens gained from the meditation on the Zen platform.
On the five-color Taoist altar, Yan Heng used his own willpower to engrave his own name on the stone tablet.
With a burst of glory, this piece of Zen ceremonies vacated and slowly rushed to the sky.
One thousand feet.
Two thousand feet.
Three thousand feet.
... Until the arrival of the seven thousand feet, this piece of Zen Taoist monument stopped, suspended in the air, covered by a piece of stars.
"Seven thousand feet height, great!"
Someone is amazed.
When Lin searched for a glimpse, he listened to Ahu and said:
"The higher the position of the Feng Chan Taoist Monument, the more the sacred sage is formed after the meditation of the meditation, the more powerful the qi will be gained."
"This sturdy meditation can be suspended at a height of seven thousand feet, which is really not easy."
Lin finds this to understand.
In his vision, the high altitude above the Zen Terrace is suspended with dense meditation monuments, some bright and bright, like stars, and some faint as a meteorite.
Moreover, the height of these Zen ceremonies is indeed different.
Near the distance of three thousand feet, the distribution of the Zen ceremonial monuments is the most, these are mostly dim and dark, like a meteorite.
Six thousand feet away from the vicinity, relatively rare, with the knowledge of Lin Xun, a light sweep to accurately determine that there are 798 road monuments.
Today, the meditation of the meditation is also located in this area, and the position is very high.
Near the distance of Jiuqian, the number has become more and more scarce, only forty-nine chanting monuments, and most of them are under nine thousand feet, above eight thousand feet.
Only three monuments can reach the Jiujizhang area.
The monuments in this area are blazing, brighter than the stars, and the weather is grand and far from ordinary.
These are all in the years since ancient times, and they have been left in the meditation of the Zen meditation on the Fengchan Terrace!
Lin Xun’s heart is inevitably a little different. He is such a sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred.
In this contrast, what are the horrors of the martial arts that are far beyond the ambiguity?
"Pity……"
On the five-color altar, a sigh sighed.
For others, it is no longer possible to be able to seal the Zen and keep the Taoist forever.
Obviously, Yan Heng is somewhat dissatisfied.
He shook his head and turned to walk down the five-colored altar.
At this moment, Lin sought to clearly feel the change of the body and the atmosphere of his body. His every move, with a power.
Like a leader of the Holy Path, the atmosphere is filled with great majesty!
This is the charm of the sages, which is different from the saints. The so-called "seeing the sages and thinking" has become a sage, and if you have the essence of becoming a sage!
Everyone’s pupils were slightly stunned, and they all showed their strange colors.
He did not pay attention to this. He randomly found a place and sat down on his knees. He seemed to be quietly aware of the changes in his body.
This has caused many people to breathe a sigh of relief.
In the past years, there have been peerless figures who have been sacred as sages, and they have prevented others from taking things of creation. It has happened more than once!
Every time, it is and the casualties are amazing.
Fortunately, Yan Heng did not do this.
In the following time, whether it was Huaxing Li, Tang Su, or Lin Xun, and Ahu, they all abandoned their distractions and began to feel calm.
The universe is vast, cold, and grand, with hundreds of millions of stars flashing, and the essential power of Zhutian Avenue is hidden in it.
Just capture one of the opportunities in those avenues, and you can seal the Zen as a sage!
Time passes by.
Hey!
The familiar undulations rang again, and a star in the Tianzhu yuyu shines brightly, and a red light beam falls down, bathing a thin man wearing a pale blue armor.
"Nie Jianchen! How could it be him..."
Some people are surprised, but I did not expect it to be the second man of this thin man to realize an opportunity.
Like Yu Heng, Nie Jianchen walked step by step onto the five-color ceremonial altar, and his body was transformed into a gas machine. The sky above his head also showed the "image of all beings."
This proves that he also used the "people's willingness" to seal the Zen.
Immediately, a piece of Zen meditation appeared, and when Nie Jianchen was named on it, he sat cross-legged and squatted in the distance.
It was only when I saw Nie Jianchen’s Feng Chan Taoist monument, and only when it was suspended in the sky of 5,000 feet, the cross was closed again.
Even so, Nie Jianchen is already full of joy and spirit.
He strode down the five-color altar, looked around, and finally chose the same position as the cross, and meditated meditatively.
Everyone has a different look and a different mood.
......
Only Lin Xun, completely ignored this, he is feeling in silence, the gods are like flying, flying to the sky, flying to the depths of Zhou Yu...
An unspeakable feeling of loneliness and loneliness arises spontaneously.
Zhou Yuzhen, how big is it, like innocent and boundless, in which you feel a sense of smallness and confusion.
I don't know where it is, but I don't know where it is!
Gradually, Lin Xun’s knowledge of flying is getting deeper and deeper, and he is getting farther and farther. As you can see along the way, it’s all star-studded, cold and lonely...
Hey!
Lin Xun did not realize that, on him, the piece of black copper that was left in the "master of the refining treasure" quietly ignited a slap in the face.
At the same time, Lin Xun's knowledge of the saga, captured a boiling, dazzling, like a molten tumbling week, and turned into a huge flame vortex.
The giant of the high, in front of this flame vortex, is no different from the small ants. It is too big, like the huge black hole in the universe, but it is a horrible flame.
The stars near the flame vortex are burning like red, and the redness is flying.
For a moment, Lin’s sorrow is very painful.
But at the same time, there are also mysterious and mysterious feelings coming to my heart -
Refining treasure source!
A place covered by the avenues of the tens of thousands of refining treasures of the heavens.
The refining master furnace that once refines the nine emperors was born from the flame whirlpool known as the "source of refining treasures"!
Lin Xun’s mind was full of waves.
He didn't even think that he could see such a shocking secret when he felt the opportunity to seal the meditation!
Until the mind returned to calm, Lin Xun's knowledge continued to plunder toward the depths of Zhou Yu. On this road, he had made many inductions, but in the end he did nothing.
However, his mood is extremely calm and clear.
Because he had no thoughts on what he had to do, whether he relied on the will of the people to seal the Zen, or rely on the will to seal the Zen, it was no longer a problem for him.
I don't know how long it took, Lin Xun's knowledge has already flown out of the distance, and in the depths of the universe, the constant sense, so that his soul can not help but feel tired and powerless.
"The Great Saint, big and infinite, can be in front of this Fang Haoyu... but it is too small..."
Lin Xun’s heart is filled with a loneliness that can’t be said, and Xing Xinghai is innocent and full of emptiness. It’s like a person walking alone, the Quartet is cold and lonely, and the indescribable repression, helplessness and sorrow.
Gradually, his consciousness is like melting, lost in the boundless universe.
wrong!
Suddenly, Lin seeks a state of mind to produce instinct.
The gods that are spreading in the depths of the universe are also awe-inspiring, and Zhou Yuyu, even when it is deepening, can it be the end?
But if you don't go deeper, how can you feel the hint of opportunity in this Fang Yuzhong?
Originally, Lin Xun was just curious. He didn't ask for it. But when he really started to sense, the gods had already sensed the depths of this piece of Zhou Yu. He gave up like this, but he was unwilling.
Then...
try again!
Lin seeks to abandon the distracting thoughts, and the gods continue to feel in the depths of Zhou Yu.
Familiar loneliness, depression, helplessness, and sorrowful feelings are once again born, but Lin Xun no longer cares about these.
His knowledge is like the moon and the sea, and the moon in the well is no longer affected by the shadow of the sky.
Gradually, his consciousness showed a blank, not lost and lost, but a feeling of ecstasy after nothing.
I don't know how long it is, as if the sound of the morning bell and the drums is ringing in his heart, it is looming and empty.
In Lin Xun's knowledge of the gods, if it is like electric shock, it is like being taken care of by the head, and it produces a wonderful sentiment!

(Supplement and delivery, still owe to the king one more! There is also the end of the last chapter, Ahu wrote Wen Qingxue...has been modified!)