Under the night, the sea tide rolled, one wave higher than another, and rushed towards the reefs on the shore.

Whether it is the reef or the sea, it is dark and deep, which makes people feel panic.

A reef near the seaside was sitting in thin clothes, Wuxie, stained with blood, penetrated straight behind him, outlining a touch of silver and white in the dark scroll, which was slightly dazzling.

"So, Nagato attacked me in order to attract Senior Wuxie?"

“Yes.”

"It's so ridiculous. Senior Wuxie's whereabouts are vague. The dragon sees its head but not its tail. Today, it's gone after putting the dragon ball in Moyun Tower. How could it be so easy to lead it out."

Facing the dark sea, Amberchen smiled and said, the man standing behind him only heard laughter, but could not see the bitterness at the corner of Amberchen's mouth.

The eyes fell on the boy whose body and the huge stone merged into one, and a strange look flashed in Mr. Yi's eyes.

After experiencing the great disaster, he was calm and composed. There were not many people who had such a state of mind at such a young age. No wonder they were attracted by Sima Jin... But he might not know that this disaster was just the beginning.

Shaking his head, Mr. Yi looked relaxed, stepped on the soft sand and looked at the sea, playing with two dragon balls, one cold and one hot, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

After a long time, Mr. Yi said, "I won't break my promise even after I get the Dragon Ball. I think that in the future, Mr. Wuxie will find An Xiao. In three days, Yi will send the gold first. As for the flying dragon, he will have to wait for half a year."

"An doesn't want gold."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Yi was stunned and looked at An Bochen's back, his face slightly strange. He seemed to have suddenly realized it for a while, but he was also a little puzzled.

"No gold, what do you want?"

"Mr. He is very capable. A carriage can send An to the East China Sea outside the territory of Liu Kingdom. It is really amazing. An is now a rebel general and cannot turn back to Liu Kingdom. He is afraid that his parents at home will be threatened. He wants to ask Mr. to use a magic trick so that others can't find that place."

When she got up, An Bochen turned to Mr. Yi and bowed respectfully.

After looking at An Bochen deeply, Mr. Yi frowned into the character "Chuan", like a pearl of glass. He guessed something from An Bochen's words, but he felt unbelievable.

The more I looked at An Bochen, the more I felt strange Mr. Yi felt. However, he was a dull person and did not like to explore other people's secrets. Since An Bochen didn't want gold, why not give his family peace?

After smiling, Mr. Yi nodded and said, "Okay."

"Thank you, Mr. Yi."

Amberchen bowed.

"In this way, Yi will say goodbye first."

The middle-aged man in a casual and casual dress smiled and replied with a gift.

After posing his clothes, Mr. Yi walked out of the beach. After walking five steps, he stopped again, as if he had something to say.

Turning around, Mr. Yi looked at An Bochen with a smile, and suddenly spoke, "I don't know where An Xiao thinks that the power of our mortals comes from... is fate, will, or skill?"

An Bochen was stunned and thoughtful. When he raised his head again, there was only a shallow footprint left on the beach, and the mysterious and carefree Mr. Yi disappeared.

"Where does the power come from?"

Turning around, Amberchen stood on the black reef, looking at the narrow sea and sky, muttering to himself.

God's will is unpredictable, fate is changing, and the theory of skills is empty and slim.

Mr. Yi seems to have no cultivation, but he can send An Bochen out of Liuguo in the blink of an eye. What kind of power does he have?

Is it just a skill...

Sitting cross-legged, An Bochen looked at the distant sky in confusion. For the first time in his life, he was so close to the endless East China Sea. Once he left the seventy miles of Liujing, the sea was wide and the fish jumped. Even though he was carrying the name of a betrayal general, An Bochen felt unprecedentedly relaxed. Without those bonds and worries, he was really as free as the endless sea breeze. Every pore under his body was breathing happily, immersed in the joy of freedom.

The tide was rising and falling, and the moon was setting. An Bochen looked at it quietly. After watching for a long time, he couldn't help but become a little confused.

The power in the world is either strong or weak, or Taoist skills, or Taoist laws, or Taoist talismans. There are also mysterious and mysterious powers like Mr. Yi, but what is the root of power? Destiny, God's will, skills... or are they not?

The sea and sky line changed from black to white, the tide rolled eastward, and a ball of red rose at the end of the tide. The rising sun was soaked in the sea water for a night, swelling on the sea surface, and it seemed to be blown by the sea breeze. Looking through the vast smoke waves, it swayed and swayed.

Starting from the end of the East China Sea, this world turns from night to day, from yin to yang, but it is not like An Bochen who used to see in Moyun Tower, the day and night alternate in an instant, but gradually progressing, the night falls off layer by layer, and day grows inch by inch.

The endless mystery flies between the sea and the sky, from the slight to the giant, from the detailed to the deep.

An Bochen looked at the rare alternation of day and night with great interest, thinking about something.

From the slightest to the depth, step by step, all things in the world are the same. Although it is triggered by heaven and time, it is also the principle of all great ways - the power of mortals is the same. Whether it comes from destiny, from heaven's will, or perhaps from skills, it requires a process. This process can be long or short, long or long, and short as day and night, no matter where it comes from, these three steps are inevitable - seeing, enlightenment, and mastering.

Instead of tangling where the power comes from, it is better to leave the shackles, look carefully, understand with your heart, and master it hard... Although the source of power is unpredictable, they are always in places that mortals can see.

Facing the sea, An Bochen felt that his mind became vast and vast with the magnificent tide. The unspeakable briskness and joy arose in his heart, turning into a tide that drowns him.

Looking at the sea and sky line where day and night alternate, An Bochen secretly recited the Six-character Qi technique, and the whale swallowed it and breathed a long breath.

The qi of Taiyin turns from prosperity to decline, and the sun turns from decline to prosperity, but at this moment, it rarely coexists between heaven and earth.

"boom!"

The sun shook loudly and swarmed down, like two long tangled dragons swept towards Amberchen.

The sea breeze blew on his face, causing the young man to grow long hair. At this moment when day and night were alternating, An Bochen's heart moved and swallowed the Taiyin and Sun energy, but he wanted to see all the power in this world clearly. The Taiyin and Sun energy fell from the sky and did not fall into An Bochen's mouth, but rushed into his eyes.

The soul enters and exits the right eye, which attracts the Taiyin energy, and the Sun energy naturally enters the left eye.

"boom!"

The brain buzzed, and the eyes were filled with severe pain, like a knife cut. An Bochen opened his eyes wide, but he could no longer see anything and scene, as if he was blind.

At first, An Bochen was panicked, but with the gentle sea breeze blowing, the yin and yang wind swelled from the lower dantian, overflowing from every pore around An Bochen, facing the sea breeze. Although An Bochen was "blind", he felt that his body was melting in the wind, like a swaying sky and swaying.

Gradually, An Bochen was calm. After a while, the severe pain in his eyes no longer existed, but the body and soul body were peeling off. Looking back, An Bochen smiled faintly. Somehow he had already wandered out of his body, sitting cross-legged by the East Sea, and his soul body was swaying among the sea waves.

Using the magical powers of soul and body, Anbochen looked down at the world for hundreds of miles. At dawn, there were few people, only dozens of miles away. There were fishermen just anchored to the sea. It was safe to throw their bodies here.

The soul body was shaking, and An Bochen glanced at the body that was meditating on his own and refining the yin and yang energy. He looked at the sea and sky line that separated day and night, and sighed secretly.

Before the fetal breathing and enlightenment, Amber Chen could feel the rootless and sourceless powers hidden in the mystery of heaven and earth, but most of them were not in Dakuang.

The sky thunder fell in the sun, and An Bochen swallowed a few mouthfuls of heavenly thunder casually. His soul body became a little stronger so hard that it became a little more difficult to detect. An Bochen couldn't help but feel confused.

The body travels around the world, the soul and body move in immortality, and the method of practicing the body has a fixed number. It is nothing more than practicing the three forces of water, fire and wind in the meridians of the sky, occasionally swallowing the energy of heaven and earth, and training the muscles, bones, skin and flesh. However, the method of practicing the soul and body, Anbochen has no idea, just swallowing the heavenly thunder? It is too simple.

When practicing the physical body is divided into realms, does the soul body also have realms? If so, how should it be divided into realms? What is the difference between each realm?

An Bochen does not want to completely escape from the world, nor does he want to be bound by the world. For any practitioner, An Bochen's ideas are a fantasy. There is only one choice between the two, and no one can get the two.

But An Bochen cultivated his soul body in a state that did not belong to him. He had not escaped from the world and was insatiable. He neither wanted to give up the pleasures in the world, but also wanted to move forward on the path of cultivation of Taoism. With the whims of imagination, he thought of the method of practicing both human and soul.

But it was just a thought. An Bochen was at a loss as to how to practice.

This road is unprecedented and only An Bochen, who is later. If he succeeds, he will establish a country and create a legend, but if he fails, he will be unable to recover.

Nowadays, An Bochen obviously does not know the consequences. He travels freely in the East China Sea and does whatever he wants, but he also secretly combines the method of practicing Taoism with a relaxed and relaxed approach.

"Dakuang does not have the method of cultivating soul bodies, but it may not be available elsewhere. There are countless worlds outside Dakuang, and Dakuang also has the blessing of caves..."

An Bochen murmured to himself that the alternation of day and night had not yet dissipated, and he looked at him. An Bochen's heart moved. In a flash, he was swept up by a nameless wind, and was like a roc and a Kun. When the sky clouds suddenly turned into a white light and drilled into the void.

In "The Strange Talk of the Great Kuang", An Bochen once saw the story of the Zhao man. He was empty in the temple, trapped in his body, and was sucked by the shrine in a daze. His soul flew into the cave heaven and blessed land. He first practiced the Golden Elixir Dao, and then practiced the Qi art. After twists and turns, he returned to Da Kuang and became a god among immortals... An Bochen had no thoughts about the Golden Elixir Dao, nor was he very interested in the Qi art. All he wanted was the method of soul body practice.

As soon as his mind moved, An Bochen was swept by the nameless wind, and in an instant, several voids passed by.
Chapter completed!