Chapter 578: Creator

"Inside the use of modesty, external use of the leather. The inner way of the holy road, the foreign king of the road. The future road is like this"
After two consecutive encounters, Hong Yi’s inner thoughts have a feeling of comfort and accessibility.
Although there are thousands of possibilities in the future, there is only one behavior in one's own life, that is, the internal modesty, then no matter what changes can be mastered by themselves, there will be no out of control situation.
There are 129,600 thoughts, the pieces are running, the grain is full, and there are a few squares, floating in the depths of the core of the "Sanctuary", protecting Hong Yi's own physical body.
Gradually, Hung Yi was once again immersed in his cultivation and accumulation.
Since refining and refining the top ten evil facts, he has integrated the evils of "long hate", "seeking soul", "split sky", "Xuanyin", "blood god" and other fruits into the thoughts, turning evil into positive, turning into one yuan. The number of mana now has been on par with the creator of seven thunderbolt masters.
However, after seven raids, he was stronger and still not the creator.
Shouyuan is only the birthday of six robbery masters. After waiting for many years, the same will be exhausted, the thoughts will die, leaving a huge mana-free mana, and cheaper others.
If the Creator is accomplished, all accumulated wisdom will be transformed into Shou Yuan and strength.
Wisdom is power. This is the maxim of many sons and the truth, but no one knows that the transformation of wisdom into power requires a process. This process is thunder.
"Light and dark enchantment!" "If you come to God!" "The end of the day!"
"Soul vortex!"
"Vacuum big hand print!"
"Heaven and earth wind sword!"
"One dollar for a while, one generation, one century, Genesis!"
"The God of War is right!"
"Long hate magic sound!"
"Wan Shou Hengsha!"
"Chenwu Ming Gu Zhou Shen Claw!"
"The emperor countercurrent!"
"Thunder destroys God!"
"Tai Chi Qun Lei!"
"Longevity bliss!"
A lot of Taoist martial arts, all of them flooded into the heart of Hong Yi. In those years, what he has seen, cultivated, and personally experienced, all flowed one by one.
This is the first formal cultivation practice in Hongyi during the year of editing Yijing.
This cultivation of the spurs, suddenly Hongyi has an unimaginable pleasure, some of the tactics are arbitrarily changing between, there is no block, and there is no shackle.
Even the "Chenwu dynasty ancient claws" that he had never had before had been smashed, and all of them would have been. This is the highest level of darkness in the world. He is based on the Book of Changes and is based on the Cambrian Abyss. The experience of the ancient abyss, coupled with the fight with the Dark Emperor, has increased the knowledge and wisdom of the past year, and there is no teacher.
more than this!
The strongest body-protecting mantra of the ancient longevity emperor was almost a martyrdom and eternal eternal "Wan Shou Hengsha Body Mantra". He only saw the "empty" display once, but now it is also vaguely felt It is.
Even the empty tricks, "Biananhua" also faintly felt that it would be.
"The central Wu has been empty and infuriating!"
Hong Yi’s thoughts were another rotation, and the cockroaches were running, lining up, driving many instincts of nature. Suddenly, the explosion was exactly the same as the
empty infuriating
on the boat of creation, although the power was pure, There are also many subtle secrets that are far less intriguing, but at least they are beginning to take shape.
"Ancient stars, Shouyuan exhausted, bursting and destroying. Three realm guns!"
Hung Yi once again displayed the eternal school of the of vitality, and it turned out to be a decent figure.
"Fate of the Destiny, Glory of the Holy Ghost, Order of the Holy Ghost" The brilliant music swayed out of Hong Yi's thoughts. It turned out to be the singer of the Jingyuan Temple, which was not rumored by the school. Now it has been learned by Hong Yi for eight or nine points.
There is no way. In this year, Hung Yi read a lot of books on ritual and music. The Yijing was successfully written and passed through.
"Book of Changes" turned out to be all-encompassing.
"When did you take Bai Ziyue’s giant martyrdom to take a look, so that I can finish the study of the six great holy places in the world! But the most powerful thing is the eternal light, the nature of this light. It’s so special. I still can’t simulate it now?

After simulating the martial arts of many sects, when Hong Yi finally simulated the "eternal radiance", it seemed that something was missing. It was always a pure, embarrassing, light that contained eternal true meaning.
"I don't know what the dream machine is doing now? Where is the practice? How far is he to achieve the Yangshen? I don't know what his realm is? Hong Xuanji does not know that he has achieved the immortal peak? There is also the Emperor Yang Pan, only I am afraid that I will spend seven thunders! The three ancestors of Daomen, the Great Emperor of Heaven, have hopes to impact the Creator! I have no other advantages except the Temple of the Holy Spirit. The road ahead is long and everything is careful. Thunderbolt is this year. It must be spent, the 99th Supreme, will be set at the beginning of September this year! Go to the wasteland, spend seven times of thunder, and become the Creator in one fell swoop."
Hong Yi made up his mind, no matter what. In the first nine days of September, I spent seven raids!
It is now the fifth day of May and four months.
In the past four months, they have been practicing Zen to a certain realm. It is enough to cope with all the changes in the future.
Zen silver yarn saw Hong Yi’s thoughts smash out, arranged in a row, combined into various large arrays, and then decomposed. The last thoughts changed into many human figures, and various martial arts were drilled. Hong Yi is going to smelt his own Taoism at the last minute and be skilled to cope with the upcoming war.
"Hong Yi is too eye-catching now, and it is not hidden. Every move, countless forces are staring. Unlike the Emperor Yang Pan, Hong Xuanji, they have been operating for many years, there are always some secrets. He is a thunder. The battle is fierce. I still have to cultivate as soon as possible, and I will practice the idea as soon as possible, so that I can't get it when I get it. I can't get it when I get it. Get the moon, make shadows, you come in, and practice with me!"
Zen silver yarn knows the next great thing. She has been in the sea for seven hundred years. I don’t know how many winds and waves I have encountered in the past three hundred years, but I feel vaguely that this time Hongyi has to go through seven thunders, which is the most among all the storms. huge.
This time, the storm will even surpass the 800-year-old war of righteousness and evilness, and pursue the battle of thousands of years of "making the Tao" and fighting the Taishou.
Zen silver yarn heart. It is also hidden in the maze of time and space stacked in the hall, looking for a place to cultivate with peace of mind.
Days and pasts.
In the twinkling of an eye, summer is coming to autumn, and it is about sixty-four years, September 9th. It is the good time of every household, to look up, or to enjoy the chrysanthemum.
The Yijing, which is written by Hong Yi and many major Confucian works, is also coming to an end. There are only a lot of places to be carefully revised, and words are added and subtracted. This is a huge and long process.
However, Hong Yi has determined the framework of the eight-eighty-six-four-four-year-old, and the task of repairing books has been much easier.
This day, starting from the morning of the third day, Hong Yi’s heart moved, knowing that today is the day of his own thunder.
"Ululet!"
"The son, what did you call me so early?" Ululet came out of a void. This is not her magical power, but Hong Yi gave her own people a true charm of the spirit, and within three thousand miles, can be directly attracted by the power of the temple.
In this case, it is similar to the "Ancient Luoshengmen".
Since the integration of the sacred treasure tree, the "Sanctuary" has passed through the wisdom of many great Confucianism, and the tempering of the Thunder of the Taiji Thunder Pool has become more and more magical, and the power has increased, showing the first instrument of the right path. The majesty.
"In these four months, I have not gone out to concentrate on editing classics and practicing Taoism. How is the situation of the Yijing outside?" Hong Yi looked at the excellent Luluite.
"In these four months, the voice of the Book of Changes is more prosperous in the world." Ululet did not speak, but a woman who came in from behind the crack in her face, wearing a fiery veil It turned out to be the first wife of the champion Hou, the flame of the mysterious phoenix.
Huang Yanyan looked at Hong Yi, and behind the veil was a complicated look. One word and one sentence: "The Book of Changes has been spread all over the world. Even when there is an official, when the case is broken, it is broken with the Book of Changes. Those literati, who usually eat, don’t let go, read the Yijing."
"There are diligent reading scholars, smashing one after another, and finally using bamboo to make a book, using cowhide to read in tandem, the cowhide has been turned. I heard that your teacher Li Shenguang read the Book of Changes, Wei made three."
"There are a lot of Taoist priests in this world. They have cast the scriptures of the Yijing on the copper dings of burning incense, and read them daily. Now the examinations of the Mongolian Imperial Examination in Yunmeng have already designated the Yijing as the main article! Selecting scholars."
"A copy of the Book of Changes is enough to make a literate scholar in the whole world, and the scholars will forget to sleep."
When Huang Yanyan talked about almost anything, it marked the popularity of the book Yijing, which established humane orthodoxy in the vast world.
"Compared to this, Yang An is a little clever, but the great wisdom is far worse than you. I thought you were defeating him. It was just luck. It seems that this is not luck, but inevitability." Phoenix flame road.
"After the award, the power to spread the Book of Changes has also done a lot of credit." Hong Yi said slightly.
"Without my credit, this book can spread the world. It is originally a holy book. There are many people who have wisdom in the world. They all know the unique value of the world. I read this book. After leaving the fire, I feel a sense of heart. Now I have broken through to an extremely mysterious realm. I have become a 'nine days and nine places to re-enter the real fire', which is your credit."
In the tone of the flames of the flames, there is obviously a stranger who is unpredictable.
"This is not my credit. It is the merit of the sages of the sages. I stood on the shoulders of the sages of the gods and got the help of thousands of great Confucians. Only after I completed this work, one person can't do it. You To admire, admire the ancient sages." Hong Yidao: "Now I have completed the Yijing, the foundation of the champion Hou, or completely handed over to you. You will guard the champion's body, waiting for his soul to return again.

"He is only afraid that he is really dead. Even if he is not dead, there is no meaning to return now!" Huang Yanyan suddenly said something inexplicable.
"That is also up to you, Ululet, summoning the core of the academy! They are gathered in the temples. I am going to break the void and go to the wasteland to spend seven thunders."
Hong Yi suddenly ordered.
"What? Today is a thunderbolt? There is no sign, there are many great Confucian scholars here to repair books?" Ululet shocked.
"Nothing! The temples have now been condensed into a maze of time and space~EbookFREE.me~ These great books of the book are safe and stable, I have arranged them in the Zhouyi Academy." Hong Yidao.
After an hour, on the early ninth of September, the sky was just bright, and the weather was four or five.
Suddenly, there was a slight fluctuation in the wings of the mosquitoes in the Zhouyi Academy, and then disappeared, but the entire "Sanctuary" has disappeared without a trace.
These are silent, have reached the point where there is no trace of sand and gravel.
There is no fire and anger, but it is a mystery more than the sound of the "boat of creation" that broke through the void.
The "All Saints" carried the core people of Hong Yi. On the day of the September 9th Chongyang, they flew to the depths of the "squatting" and passed the thunder.
"Abandoned wasteland" does not know how many miles, millions, thousands of miles, hundreds of millions of miles are not enough to describe, completely in the summer, as long as the search, every day can have thunderstorms.
This is also the most unique place in the world.
How fast is Hongyi’s
All Saints
? Almost at a time when it was not available, it went deep into the hundreds of thousands of miles of wasteland, and came to the uninhabited area where the beasts were rampant.
Far away, Hong Yi felt the huge Thunder infuriating and brewing in an unknown place.
Going forward hundreds of thousands of miles, suddenly a cloud of clouds looming over the sky, suspended above the sky.
Hong Yi stayed.
It is finally time to become a Creator.