Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 872: Illusion is true

In the underground palace, the bluestone trail is winding and rugged, revealing a sense of desolation and shabby.

There is a broken sword next to the trail, and the breath is ancient and vicissitudes. With a flick of Ouyang Ming's finger, a stream of light flew out, and the broken sword turned into a plume of black smoke, slowly drifting away.

Walking along the path, it didn't take long for a small terrace to appear in front of Ouyang Ming. The gloomy light underneath the terrace flickered, and a simple prohibition was arranged.

Ouyangming pondered for a moment, swept away his sleeves, and countless rubble fell on the terrace.

As soon as the gravel touched the terrace, a layer of black gas visible to the naked eye flashed away. The blue smoke came out, floated into the sky, and moved the whole body. I saw that all the places on the terrace visible to the naked eye were miasma.

With a thought, he pinches his right hand, and growls in his mouth: "Start!" When the voice fell, a palm-sized streamer flew out, and it was long in the wind. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an object like a turtle shell. , This item is completely dark, with countless complicated patterns on its back, it looks like an ancient dragon shield.

"Pop!" With a sound, the mist splashed on the terrace.

The light in Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed away, and he stepped forward and rushed into the terrace after the ancient dragon shield.

As soon as the body was approaching, a large mist appeared in the sky above the terrace, spreading from the inside to the outside, and the speed of spreading was fast to the extreme. Within this mist, there was a majestic resistance.

"Prohibition!" Ouyang Ming understood in his heart, changed a direction, and continued on.

But no matter which direction he was from, the mist suddenly appeared, no matter how hard he tried, it couldn't be crossed, like a moat the next day.

Ouyangming pondered for a moment, and after spitting out a suffocating breath, he stepped a little, turned a circle with his left hand and drew a square with his right hand. He once again, the speed of clapping the palms of both hands suddenly increased, increasing with a special rhythm, no longer limited to real objects, but graffiti, square or circle, curve or straight, all depends on a thought.

The light in his eyes was at its extreme in an instant, "pop...", there was an abrupt, crisp sound around his waist.

One step forward, the ancient dragon shield in front suddenly moved under his feet, and the phantom in front of him quickly overlapped, like a vajra bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the afterimages quickly connected, entangled with each other, as if they were unraveling the horns of oxen and antelopes, releasing the prohibition from it.

This method of lifting the ban is an occasional achievement, but it is also inseparable from Ouyang Ming’s formation. Although the formation and the ban belong to two different branches, they have the same effect and the same effect. Moreover, This is just the simplest prohibition, so Ouyang Ming can easily crack it.

Ouyang Ming didn't rush forward, but instead observed the cumbersome lines under the terrace. The lines were pitch black and interlaced, spreading to every part of the terrace.

Ouyang Mingxin's guarding platform, constantly deducing changes in the spiritual world, and comparing with the formations he has learned.

The light in his eyes is getting brighter and brighter. After a cup of tea, he breathed out the muddy air in his chest, and said with a chuckle: "The formation rune can form a formation, but if it is combined in another way, It can be a ban. But having said that, this method is too mysterious. With my current formation, it is difficult to figure it out."

After remembering all the rune lines on the terrace, he got up and walked forward.

Walking across the terrace, a stone gate is like forcibly squeezing into Ouyang Ming's eyes.

This stone gate is uneven, even full of sword marks, but most of the sword marks are mostly covered by moss. Drops of crystal clear water drop from the top of the stone gate, following the sunken traces on the stone gate, rolling down and being absorbed by the moss. But the strangest thing is the couplets on both sides of Shimen. Ouyang Ming only glanced at it, only to think that his eyes dazzled.

A woman abruptly appeared in the spiritual world. She was wearing a red dress with long hair and shawls.

When she looked at things, her eyes were as if they were out of focus, making her more charming and beautiful. I saw her jade hand lifted, a soft stick of ink stained with ink, the tip of the soft stick is like the power of a ghost, a cursive handwriting with a stroke of a pen, a number can be written, the handwriting is strange, majestic, and easy to use, just like the water of the Tianhe River. Hanging upside down at both ends of the stone gate, the shock it brings is simply indescribable.

This font is not the graceful and graceful style of ordinary women, but it reveals majestic and righteousness.

"With evil thoughts in your heart, there is no benefit in burning incense. If you hold your body upright, why don't you see me not worshiping?" Ouyang Ming muttered, his eyes flashed, he opened the door and entered, in a flash, his eyes mixed. Chaos and chaos, full of description, a kind of illusory mood rippling away.

When I passed my mind again, the scene in front of me changed.

The room is antique, the candlelight is dim, and the sandalwood incense stove held by the three of them is emitting green smoke.

He looked around, with a strange color in his eyes, and sighed in his heart, how could I be here before, I was not...well, where I was before, I seem to have forgotten something important.

His eyebrows are furrowed, and he has completely forgotten the idea.

At this moment, the door creaked softly, Wu Hanning had a cold temperament and a charming face, gently pushing the door in.

"Yangming..." Wu Hanning looked at Ouyangming in a daze, with a flush of flush on her coquettish face, and her delicate hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes, wishing to refuse. Her cheeks are flushed, her breath is orchids, and her virgin fragrance is so sultry and sultry.

Spoken softly: "My thoughts, you must understand. I don't want anything, I just want to share the joys and sorrows with you." As soon as the voice fell, she blushed, pure and gratifying.

Ouyang Mingzhi was triumphant, and Wu Hanning was born brightly and beautifully. He felt a little moved in his heart, and said softly: "It's not good, it's still daytime."

Wu Hanning lowered her head, showing shyness, exhaling: "What's wrong with this, the monks are going against the sky, not afraid of the sky, and not afraid of the ground. Besides, since you broke into my sedan chair, I It's yours." As soon as the voice fell, she looked forward to her beautiful eyes, stepped forward, pushed Ouyang Ming on the bed, untied the ribbon from her hair, her long hair fluttered, her mouth curled up, showing shame and a beautiful posture. Seductive. At the same time, gently exhaling and blowing out the dim candlelight, the room suddenly became darker.

Ouyangming opened his palm, raised his hand and lifted it away, only to feel a heart-trembling touch.

Suddenly, with a low drink, Ni Yinghong pushed the door and entered: "You...what are you doing?" There was despair in her eyes, like a heartbreak, staring at Ouyang Ming resentfully, and said with a bitter smile: "Husband, today , I made seven dishes, all of which you like to eat. I waited for you all day, but you... But you are making these here. Are you worthy of me?"

"No! Not what you think!" Ouyang Ming blurted out, quickly pushed Wu Hanning away, and got up from the bed.

Immediately afterwards, the corners of his mouth twitched. This style of painting doesn't seem right. Isn't this too bloody?

He looked at Ni Yinghong's slightly raised lower abdomen, revealing majestic vitality from it, faintly, and a flash of light faded.

What's wrong, what's wrong... He kept torturing himself.

This scene is so real that people can't get rid of it.

Suddenly, an old man appeared in front of him with a long sword in his hand and kind eyebrows. He doesn't practice swords, cleans up the soil every day, watches the stars descend, takes out the carving knives to carve some wood carvings, some people have birds and beasts, which are not vivid, they are only seven to eight similar, but he is meticulous. One day, he carried the sword and cut it out with a single sword. All the wood carvings were shattered. The old man's eyes were full of understanding, and he smiled: "So that's it..."

He was born into a royal family, he collected thousands of pets in one body, and a million corpses would fall into a river of blood when he was angry.

He was standing on the wall and flying a kite, the breeze was sultry, and the blue sky and white clouds were like the most beautiful picture scroll. He pulled the string, and the kite went higher. Suddenly, the dagger in his sleeve drew out and cut the white string. The kite broke the string and disappeared within a few moments. He sighed again: "So that's it. !"

He stood at thirty and married a lovely wife, gentle and virtuous, virtuous and virtuous.

Every day at sunrise, at sunset, life is plain but incomparably affectionate, old and successful, sons are filial, and they are always steadfast in their work, and there is no longer a trace of concern in their hearts. Under the sunset, their faces are twilight and their faces are no longer delicate. , Full of crane spots and wrinkles, the two cuddling with each other, slowly moving forward, their backs are stretched by the setting sun for a long time, he sighed leisurely, and said in a deep voice: "So that's it..."

This scene flashed before Ouyang Ming's eyes, and his eyes gradually became clear.

It turns out that this is illusion, which is directed at people's guilt and regret. The more you can’t hold something, the more you want to hold on tightly, the more you desire, the deeper you fall into it. Illusion is true, but truth is not. The true meaning of illusion is not illusion, but truth, it is guilt and regret. .

Under the sunset, Ouyang Ming glanced at his wife who had accompanied him all his life, and sighed: "I still have a lot to do, and the burden on my shoulders is too heavy. How can I indulge in this beauty?"

The old woman with all wrinkles on her face seemed to feel a little bit. She looked up at him and said, "Are you leaving?"

"Well, let's go!" He replied softly without regrets on his face.

As soon as the voice fell~IndoMTL.com~ The wrinkles on the face quickly disappeared, and the majestic vitality came out from the pubic area.

He has emotion on his face, and his voice is low: "It's not broken at this time, when will you wait?"

Before the voice fell, the sky was torn apart from far to near, completely turning into nothingness.

Fame, profitability, lingering age, peace of heirs are what people desire in the depths of their hearts, but desires will only fill up more and deeper. As the so-called desire and dissatisfaction is just like that, greed, hatred, love, separation, resentment and obscurity are all floating in front of our eyes.

The light in his eyes was bright, and when he opened his eyes again, the light in front of him was dim, and the stone gate behind him was closed tightly.

In front of him, there are six huge arrays of tumbling mist, echoing a sense of vicissitudes of life.

There are not many rune lines in this formation, but it is extremely refined, and it seems that you will be completely lost at the first glance.

As for the farther point, there are nine stone stairs. The top of the stone stairs is filled with mist and can not be seen clearly.