"Forehead"

He felt that his consciousness became a little chaotic, and the endless flow of information was as vast as a sea of ​​smoke, as if it were endless. If it weren't for the Heavenly Dao Diagram's luminous and stable his soul consciousness, he felt that he would have burst out in just a moment.

"Yuantian Gong? Nine Heavens Sword Art?"

He was puzzled. This seemed to be a martial art and move, and more information seemed to be sealed in the depths of the soul by the Heavenly Dao Map. What is this? Is it a heritage?

With doubts, he gritted his teeth and placed his hand on other starlight spots, and he wanted to verify his guess.

"boom"

Yang Yi was in a daze again, but after he had learned the lesson just now, he moved his finger away after a moment of contact.

"Chinyang Heavenly Mastery, indeed"

He knew that it was indeed a succession, which made him very excited. Looking at the thousands of starlight, his saliva was about to flow down. Doesn’t this mean thousands of inheritances?

What's more, it's not just about inheritance. He feels that the infinite information and even light spots outside the inheritance are the most important, and there are shocking secrets in it.

"The Sutra of the Way of Nothingness"

"Cangyun Tiangong"

"Ancient Shrine Sutra"

"Zuwu Taoist Sutra"

Yang Yi trembled his body, pointing on the light spot one by one, fleeting in a flash. Even so, it made his soul tremble and his consciousness blurred. Every once in a while, he had to rest for a while.

Even so, it took him a day and a night to barely lit all the lights, and even in the end his soul became weak.

"Why are the four thousand three hundred and ninety-two inherited techniques called Taoist scriptures or heavenly rituals? What's the difference?"

Yang Yi was even more confused at this time. He opened these Heavenly Masters and Taoist Sutras and read several books. He was shocked to find that there was no mental method inside that could make people practice directly. Instead, it was some profound essence that guided how to practice and create martial arts.

Perhaps the only thing that could make him feel relieved was the Nine Heavens Sword Technique, which was the only move sword Technique that could be practiced, but this was not a skill, and it could not allow him to improve his realm.

"Okay, we can create ourselves without guns or cannons. Aren't so many martial arts taught to create? I will create an invincible method that shocks the sky and the earth."

Yang Yi suddenly clenched his fist, his eyes firmly. He wanted to go back as soon as possible. He was afraid that after Yun Ruochu returned, he would be afraid of helplessness when he saw Yang Yi disappear.

Unconsciously, Yang Yi was fascinated by the fact that he absorbed the original techniques and absorbed the essence of them. For a moment, he forgot about things and me.

Outside, not far from Yang Yi's body, an old man in green clothes riding a black cow was slowly walking over, looking at Yang Yi who was unconscious, suddenly frowned.

The old man patted the bull's head lightly, and the black bull stopped immediately. Then he paused and slowly floated up from the black bull's back, as if a mysterious force was supporting him, allowing him to levitate forward.

The old man stepped into the air and fell in front of Yang Yi, looking at Yang Yi's strange outfit, showing a hint of curiosity and exploration on his face.

Suddenly, he looked at Yang Yi with a "huh" and a blue light ball in his hand that emitted a soft light condensed, but he hesitated for a moment and then put it down again.

"Fellow Taoist, maybe you hear me?"

After a long time, the old man spoke out, his voice quite kindly.

"Uh-huh?"

It seemed that the old man's voice had worked. Yang Yi woke up from his innocence and rubbed his eyes. He was surprised to find that he could move, but at this time he still looked around with a confused look on his face.

First of all, what caught Yang Yi's eyes was not the figure of the old man's immortal style but a huge mountain that ran through the world.

Although they were hundreds of miles apart, even though he raised his head to the limit, he still saw where the top of the mountain was, which was too high.

"Fellow Taoist? Have you ever heard me speak?" the old man said again.

"Um?"

Finally, Yang Yi lowered his head and saw the old man with white beard beside him, with a childish face, a black green robe, and a green gourd on his waist. He felt a strong sense of déjà vu as an ancient master of cultivating immortals.

In fact, he had just listened to the old man's second sentence intently, but he found that he could not understand this. It was not Chinese or foreign language.

"Who is this person? What language is this?"

All kinds of questions came to his mind, making him feel a little confused.

However, when he was puzzled, he could suddenly understand the meaning of the old man in his memory.

"Is it... the Heavenly Dao Map?" Yang Yi's eyes flashed with a look of surprise. This picture is too extraordinary and too transcendent. What kind of secret does it contain?

"Yes, it's really it." Yang Yi thought carefully about the Heavenly Dao Diagram, and the God Diagram finally gave out some information.

The language spoken by the old man was a divine text evolved by the first creatures of this world based on the principles of the traces of heaven and earth. The Heavenly Dao diagram in Yang Yi's soul quickly analyzed the general framework of the entire world's language based on the rules of heaven and earth and the words of the old man.

In this way, Yang Yi's soul could roughly understand the meaning of this language.

"Sorry... Fellow Daoist, I've just... been distracted."

Yang Yi calmed down from his memories and replied in the language of this world that was analyzed in the soul. He was not skilled and his voice was stuttering.

"It's okay, how could a fellow Taoist faint here? But he was in danger?" The old man said kindly, with a smile on his face making people feel like spring breeze.

"I haven't seen it before, but I just realized it accidentally. My body happened to fall to the ground and I didn't have time to pay attention to it."

Yang Yi wrote casually that the old man's aura was as deep as the sea. For him who had not practiced at this time, he was like a difference between immortals and mortals. Naturally, he would not tell the truth or could not tell the truth.

"Have you asked for the name of the senior yet?" Yang Yi also smiled. He was observing the surrounding environment and wanted to determine where this was, but it was definitely not on the earth, because the earth was definitely not as tall as the sky.

"The old Daodao is called Yangmei Taoist, and the fellow Taoist just asks me to Yangmei." The old man smiled.

"Yang..... Taoist Yangmei?"

Yang Li was shocked. This was a true god, but he didn't expect that there was a real person.

The Taoist Yangmei does not exist in Taoist orthodox records. Many people say that he is a fictional character made up by many novels.

According to legend, Yangmei is a hollow willow tree, named Yangmei Daxian.

It is said that his eyebrows were as long as willows. Once, Hongjun and Yang Mei Daxian fought, and Hongjun used all the magic weapons, but they were all taken away by Yang Mei Daxian because he was a hollow tree, and no matter how many magic weapons he used, he was confiscated.

There are even rumors that Yang Mei is the space demon god of one of the three thousand chaotic demons, and is one of the top few supreme demon gods with the strongest magical powers of Taoism.

Yang Yi didn't know whether these legends were true, but he couldn't help but be shocked. If this person was like a legend, he would be a person who could go along with Taoist ancestor Hongjun.

When Yang Yi thought of Hongjun, he couldn't help but shocked. He looked up at the sacred mountain that was not high and could not be seen. A thought emerged from his heart irresistible.

"Can it be that it is Buzhou Mountain, and this is... prehistoric?"
Chapter completed!