Chapter 1587 Breakthrough

After the turmoil calmed down, what happened in the Imperial Palace also spread. When the events broke out, the Imperial Palace was still standing, even stronger, and many people vaguely guessed something.

But on this matter, the parties involved were silent, no one mentioned it, Tianhe Daozu didn't care about foreign affairs, as if he had been greatly hit, and gradually no one guessed about those things, not to mention, because Tianhe Daozu didn't come out After all, the Realm Palace is the invincible overlord of the Tianhe Realm.

But now, the majesty of Jiehuang Palace has been questioned, Qi Xuangang's voice of questioning still lingers that day. The alliance, secretly cooperating with the Protoss, wiped out all the ancestors of Tianhe Dao.

Duan Qing, it can be considered that death deserves more than guilt. Although he did it for the benefit of the family, what about those who died in vain.

However, winners and losers, even if they know that the Jie Palace is despicable, but now that the Jie Palace stands on the top of the Tianhe Realm, who dares to say anything.

Presumably, Jiehuang Palace has also been afraid of the existence of Tianhe Daozu.

With Duan Qing's death this time, Jiehuang Palace can't do anything.

As time went by, the number of people talking about it gradually decreased, and Ye Futian has been practicing on the mountain.

Can Tong Qi contains the meaning of the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams, which has many mysteries, and can even be used to practice formations. For Ye Futian, who is good at all kinds of Taoism, he is indeed very suitable for practicing Shen Tong Qi.

Moreover, participating in the contract fits the way of heaven and earth, just like the people of the Tianhe world want to worship under the ancestors of Tianhe Dao. It can make people closer to forging the soul of the Tao and impacting the realm of the emperor.

Practice day by day, Ye Futian's perception of the world is getting stronger and stronger, and he faintly feels that it will not take too long to reach that level, the spirit and soul are integrated into the avenue of heaven and earth, people and the Tao are in harmony, no one has no self, Nothing without form, he is the Tao.

It is a kind of sublimation, so although it seems to be only one step away, it is very difficult to take it.

The 1034th year of the Shenzhou calendar is coming to an end, and it has been almost a year since Ye Futian came here. It has snowed in Tianhe City, and it has been falling for many days in a row. The vast white snow covers Tianhe City, which is beautiful.

The mountain where Ye Futian is located has also turned into a snow mountain, and the world is vast, making it even more ethereal.

On the snow-capped mountain, a vicissitudes old man is teaching a woman to practice, both of them are very serious.

The two of them are naturally Tianhe Daozu and Xu Ping'an. Xu Ping'an has improved rapidly under the teaching of Tianhe Daozu. .

Xu Pingan practiced his sword in the snow, Tianhe Daozu watched quietly, gradually, he looked up at the sky, and murmured: "It will be fifty years soon."

"Master, what fifty years?" A voice came from behind Tianhe Daozu, and a white-haired figure stepped on the snow, leaving footprints on the mountain. He was completely white, as if melting into the snow, except for those eyes. , still profound.

Ye Futian walked to Tianhe Daozu's side and watched Xu Ping'an practicing sword together.

"How is the practice?" Tianhe Daozu didn't respond to his words, but asked.

"It shouldn't take too long." Ye Futian said, he had a feeling that he was not far from enlightenment.

"Well, if you have an epiphany, don't be in a hurry to break through the realm, and don't enter the emperor for the time being." Tianhe Daozu asked.

"Why?" Ye Futian showed a look of doubt, what does this mean?

Let him attack the realm of the emperor, but let him not break through.

"Didn't you ask about fifty years? Something will happen next year." Tianhe Daozu said.

Ye Futian pondered for a moment, then nodded without asking further questions.

"Futian, how old are you?" Tianhe Taoist suddenly asked curiously.

"This year, it's already fifty." Ye Futian said.

"Exactly fifty?" Tianhe Daozu asked.

"Yeah." Ye Futian nodded, unknowingly, he was fifty, if an ordinary person, fifty is already an old man.

"Is it such a coincidence." Tianhe Daozu smiled and didn't say much.

"skillful?"

Ye Futian didn't know what Tianhe Daozu was referring to. Tianhe Daozu didn't continue talking, and he didn't ask.

Ye Futian also sat down, and sat down on the snow beside Tianhe Daozu, watching Ping An practice his sword in front of him.

Although Ping'an is also in the realm of a prince, in the eyes of Ye Futian today, Ping'an still looks like a girl. This is probably a change in mood. He used to see princes as unattainable, but he was the emperor of a small country.

Looking at the prince now, he is already a person of the younger generation. This feeling is unclear, but it happened naturally.

In fact, Ye Futian is only fifty years old. In the past, many princes were much older than him.

This is a slight change in mood. Although he is only fifty years old, his experience far exceeds that of his peers, and is even more exciting than many people who are hundreds of years old.

Fifty years of practice, from the smallest mortal world, step by step to the peak of the Three Thousand Dao Realm, the Supreme Realm, every step is extraordinarily solid, and he has experienced a lot. I am afraid that his state of mind is comparable to that of an old man who is hundreds of years old. guy.

"Look at the safe practice here again." Tianhe Daozu said, then got up and left, leaving Ye Futian here.

Ye Futian nodded slightly, his eyes were still on Ping An, watching her practicing sword, his eyes were gentle, as if looking at his own junior, Ping An was indeed his junior, he also knew, teacher, he had a heart for Ping An's family. Ashamed, Ping An was the only bloodline of the number one Sword Emperor in the Tianhe Realm back then.

Snowflakes are flying all over the sky. Although the sword energy has the meaning of killing, Ye Futian still feels the meaning of beauty. Practicing the sword in the snow, pieces of snowflakes fly and shatter under the sword. Ye Futian looks at it and falls into a distant place. in memory.

He thought of the things when he was young, the snowflakes all over the sky seemed to pull his thoughts back to decades ago, when he was still a teenager, he practiced in the Qingzhou Academy, where there were Yu Sheng, Xie Yu, and Qin Yi Senior sister, there is a teacher Hua Fengliu.

Those times were difficult at the time, but looking back now, they seem beautiful.

He thought of East Sea City, Cangye Kingdom, Eastern Barren Realm, Book Mountain, and Thatched Cottage again.

Yi Xiang, Ye Tianzi, teacher Mr. Du, senior brothers and sisters, one after another figure flashed across the mind, forming scenes of memories. These memories are all imprinted in the mind and have never been forgotten. Looking back now, it seems like it happened yesterday It's so beautiful.

At this time, Ye Futian was very relaxed. He had never been relaxed before. Since he entered the Supreme Realm, he had never been like this, because he was burdened with a lot and experienced a lot. Even in this year, he witnessed the teacher Being taken away, one can imagine what kind of mark it left in the bottom of my heart.

Although he was silent at the time, only he knew his inner feelings.

There was a wind blowing, snowflakes fell on Ye Futian's body, he was still watching Ping An practicing sword, it seemed to be in front of his eyes, but it seemed to be very blurry.

Gradually, Ping An's figure seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and he was no longer in front of him, and his consciousness seemed to drift to a distant place, as if he was no longer in the same place, but above the sky.

His consciousness turned into wind and snowflakes, flying all over the sky. He not only saw peace, but also saw the whole snow mountain, and then saw the endless white snow mountain range. Everything was panoramic.

The snow fell more and more, and the falling snowflakes were like goose feathers. After an unknown period of time, the sword finally stopped, the sword intent dissipated, and Ping An stopped practicing. Because of the existence of sword energy, the snowflakes could not stay on her body, but the sword stopped After that, the snow also fell on her body.

Ping An stretched out her hand, and a piece of white snow fell on her palm. A bright smile appeared on her face, she was extremely beautiful, it was pure beauty, like flawless jasper.

"What's the matter, uncle?"

Ping An looked forward with a look of doubt, and saw that Ye Futian was covered in white snow, sitting there quietly like a snowman, his breathing was even, except that the heat from his breathing would melt the snowflakes , other parts of the body are covered by white snow.

Ping An saw that she stopped practicing and Ye Futian still didn't respond, so she couldn't help showing a strange expression. Could it be that the uncle is also practicing?

Thinking of this, Ping An didn't bother Ye Futian, worrying about interrupting Ye Futian's practice.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew up on the snow mountain, and the wind blew, and the snowflakes were flying all over the sky. The snow on Ye Futian's body also danced and left his body.

The wind blew on Ping An's body, and her body trembled slightly, as if she felt something, but couldn't grasp it, that feeling was extremely strange.

"what is this?"

Pingan murmured, the wind blew, Ye Futian opened his eyes and stood up, with a smile in his eyes.

"Uncle, you're awake." Ping An said.

"Yeah." Ye Futian nodded, and said, "Ping An, I have also practiced kendo, so I will show you some of my insights on kendo over the years, maybe it will be helpful to you."

"Okay." Ping'an nodded slightly, did the uncle want to teach his way of swordsmanship?

My uncle taught her some things before, but he didn't teach her in this way.

At this moment, Ye Futian's pupils became extremely bright, as if surrounded by sword intent.

"Don't resist." Ye Futian said, looking at Ping'an, and then, Ping'an felt the divine thoughts directly enter her mind, she saw a sword, and then saw countless swords, the sword of the avenue, every The swords all seem to contain the essence of the Dao.

For a moment, her mind seemed to be wrapped by the sword, and the whole world, only the sword was left, and she entered the world of the sword.

Ye Futian quickly withdrew his gaze, and his eyes returned to calm. The perception of sword practice over the years has been directly imprinted into Ping An's mind in a unique way. How to practice the sword depends on how Ping An walks.

Ye Futian turned around and walked away on the white snow, the snowflakes were still falling down and landed on him.

Pingan was still standing there, as if he had fallen into a state of stillness, and the sword intent on his body flowed endlessly. After a long time, the sword aura soared upwards, and Xu Pingan broke through!