After Dan Dao, all roads lead to the same goal
No clan will refuse then real people to join.
Although there are half of the Wu Jing, mortals can worship Zongmen to practice the subsequent alchemy method after practicing the sixth change of Wudao.
After stepping into Dan Dao, you have got rid of the spirit root bondage!
Su Moxiu’s realm is just returning to the virtual realm, and it is already the limit that he can push the performance to cultivate to the alchemy.
There are half of Wu Jing.
"The seventh budo change step bucket cloth!"
From this change, the difficulty of uniting has soared, and even one person in ten thousand people may not succeed in uniting.
Of course, if you practice successfully, your combat power will rise!
"Wudaodi is not bad!"
This change is even more terrible!
Although it is still not beyond the realm of Dan Dao, the self-healing power of the body is extremely amazing and the blood is strong!
"The ninth martial art becomes dragon elephant power!"
This is the last change of budo!
Cultivating to the peak strength can be compared with dragons and gods!
You know, uniting to the ninth change of budo has not surpassed Dan Dao.
How terrible it is for a real person to have the image of the dragon!
The last nine golden characters are slowly fixed in the middle school exercise.
Eleven golden characters conjure up eleven golden villains, and half of them sparkle with lights that seem to last forever!
Speaking of which, Su Mo paused to catch my breath slightly and continued
"The three changes after the nine changes of Wudao are extremely difficult to force. It is enough to continue practicing and concise Yuan Shen to practice until the sixth change!"
"unimaginable!"
A hundred smelting gate fire can shake slowly. "There is power in this half of the Wu Jing, and even I feel mysterious yearning!"
"If I can practice again, I must try this martial art!"
"This kind of merit is no less than that of Ren Huang in ancient times!"
Another fit can sigh with emotion
"The most rare thing is that Mo has nothing to hide, but it is better to cherish me like this by spreading this half of Wu Jing all over the sky!"
No one will easily get any achievement method or feel anything in the field of fix true.
However, Su Mo spent nearly 5,000 years trying to perform half of the Wu Jing, but he kept it!
Wild Wu Li Dao Bu Wu Cang Sheng!
The wild martial way is blessed!
Chapter one thousand two hundred and sixteen Wudaoguo
The road to martial arts is long, and Su Mo is also pushing a performance.
But this half of the Wu Jing is tantamount to fulfilling his original ambition!
Anyone who wants to practice the "Wu Jing" can choose to cultivate immortality, Buddhism or magic according to his own heart after practicing the "Dan Dao"
All beings can practice!
This is tantamount to giving all beings a chance to change their own destiny.
Facing the fix-the-true, the monster beast and many disasters, even the most ordinary people have a certain degree of self-protection and no longer fish.
"Eldest brother, did you see it?"
In the stone cemetery, Su Mo’s face looks complicated, with regrets and thoughts …
"alas"
Su Mo sighed "It’s time to leave"
He has fifty years left to live.
This Yang Shou is insignificant to the Taoist priest who returned to emptiness in Shou Yuan for five thousand years. The fire of his life may go out at any time!
In this state, Su Mo has no confidence to step into the law.
Normally, it is extremely difficult to break through this great realm.
Only when the monk is strong in qi and blood and his whole life is at its peak can he break through success.
Don’t say that there are 50 years left in Shou Yuan, and once you cross 4,000 years old, you will have entered your old age!
After 4,000 years old, I want to break through to the French territory.
And Su Mo is four thousand nine hundred and fifty years old, and she is just hanging with a sigh of relief.
Right now.
The eleven golden figures in the sky turned into golden lights and returned to the front of Su Mo in the stone cemetery to condense continuously.
In a blink of an eye, these eleven golden villain parts merge together to form a palm-sized golden ball, which is full of color and brilliance!
"What is this?"
Su Mo Zheng slightly.
He has a blood-related intimacy with this golden ball.
"Is this a Taoist fruit?"
Su Mo’s mind flashed a flash of light to recall some records seen in ancient books buried at the bottom of the dragon valley.
It is said that some Taoist monks will condense the essence of their life’s cultivation into the form of Taoist relics before sitting in meditation and keep it for the right person.
This is a very high realm!
Don’t say Su Mo, even Mahayana bodhi old zu can’t do this!
What’s even more bizarre is that there is a kind of life fluctuation in this golden fruit, and the Chinese way and fruit are different!
Real Sumo guessed well.