Chapter 435: Origin of Qi, I Hope You Can Make It to the End

However, the figure of chaos is not worried.

Because the innate yin and yang energy is a kind of "original power", they have the choice to escape by themselves.

Once they find that they will be refined and are unwilling to be refined, they can destroy themselves, die by themselves, and then escape back to nothingness.

Then, after countless years, they will be reborn again.

Because the "original energy" will not disappear, it will only transfer, and will only change from one form to another, and exist in this world.

Take the "energy conservation" as an example. After the innate yin and yang power disappears, it will be reborn in another way. It may not be a living body, but a flower, a grass, a tree, and a fruit.

Therefore, the shadow of chaos is not worried that Su Mu has absorbed the innate yin and yang power, because as long as "Dao Yan Shen Zun" is unwilling to be refined by Su Mu, he can escape at any time.

Precisely because of this characteristic, "Dao Yan Shen Zun" has been with him for so long, and he has never thought of refining him.

Otherwise, he would have refined "Daoyan Divine Venerable" for his own use.

This is why, when his nephew came to trouble him, even if he was angry, he did not completely annihilate him, not because of that little bit of "compassion", but because he could not kill him.

As long as "Wanqing Shizun" escaped, he could not be killed, and he would be reborn in another "form".

However, by that time, he would no longer be "Wanqing Shizun" when he was reborn.

Therefore, there was no point in killing him, it was better to let him go, at least he could still find his trace.

On the long river, after Su Mu refined the black and white stream of light and turned it into black and white buds in his dantian, the disaster was lifted.

Although the harvest was full, there were still a lot of losses.

Because the man in the Taoist robe killed all his "old employees", he lost a means to favor the point.

Next, he had to spend some effort to find some polluted tributaries in the long river, find out the "source of pollution", control it in his own hands, and re-establish the "base point".

Fortunately, my strength has been greatly improved, which can be regarded as a little comfort to myself, otherwise Su Mu would be really depressed.

It is the end of refining, and this kind of bad thing has seriously affected Su Mu's progress in refining the long river.

It seems that Su Mu will have to be more diligent in the future, and try his best to keep his monthly income from falling, at least not too much.

Su Mu left the circular lake and just returned to the main river.

A group of black mist appeared in front of him and rushed towards him.

Seeing this, Su Mu frowned.

What the hell?

Coming again? ?

The black mist stopped ten meters in front of Su Mu.

Then, Su Mu waved his hand and dispersed the black mist.

A dilapidated boat appeared in front of him.

On the deck at the bow of the boat stood a hunchbacked old man, wearing plain cloth, with gray hair, wrinkled face, heavy dark circles under his eyes, and constantly panting, looking very, very weak.

When Su Mu's consciousness fell on the old man, he was stunned.

Good opportunity, the aura of this old man was very similar to the aura of the Taoist robe man who had just fought with him, and it was obvious that they were in the same group.

No way?

Beat the younger one, and here comes the older one?

And it came so quickly, seamlessly, without giving himself time to rest? ?

What a bloody novel plot!

Su Mu cursed in his heart.

The next second, Su Mu's aura burst out, and the water surface under his feet rippled circle after circle, forming a lotus platform, surrounding him.

Seeing Su Mu preparing to fight, the old man on the deck waved his hand and said, "Wait, wait."

"I'm not here to fight you."

Su Mu was stunned when he heard this.

You're not here to fight me, are you here for a walk?

"Aren't you and that guy in the same group?" Su Mu asked directly.

If you're in the same group, then fight. If you're not in the same group, then crawl. Don't waste your time. Su Mu has been annoyed by these things recently.

"Yes, but I'm not here to cause trouble for you."

"I'm here to ask you a question."

The old man looked at Su Mu, his tone was a little hurried, and he seemed to be very anxious.

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"Ask me a question?"

"What question?"

Every time Su Mu met someone, he was very abstract, and he was used to it.

Either they ask themselves some inexplicable questions, or they come to play chess with themselves, or they say some inexplicable words and run away, or they start fighting when they disagree with each other. They don't even know each other, making themselves look like the enemy who killed their father. It feels like none of them is normal.

The old man looked at Su Mu for a long time, and finally smiled: "I don't think I need to ask."

After that, the old man looked at the water surface under his feet, his eyes seemed to have traveled through endless time and space, taking in all the past, and finally slowly raised his head and sighed heavily:

"Compared to him, I hope you can go to the end."

The next second, he turned into a black and white stream of light and sank directly into Su Mu's eyebrows.

Finally, he entered Su Mu's dantian and merged with the black and white bud in Su Mu's dantian.

Suddenly, the black and white buds grew ten centimeters taller, had an extra branch, and had already produced tiny green leaves.

Strands of black and white yin and yang energy emanated from the buds and filled the space of his dantian.

He could clearly feel that his spiritual power was beginning to transform and sublimate in a certain direction.

The whole process lasted for several breaths.

Although his cultivation strength had not broken through, his dantian, spiritual power, etc. had all undergone a transformation. He could clearly feel that his strength had risen to a higher level, a deeper level.

The next second, he slowly raised his right hand, and a wisp of spiritual fire jumped at his fingertips.

Looking closely, this wisp of spiritual fire was blue on the outermost layer and black and white inside, like a wick.

Although there was only one wisp, the energy had been compressed to the extreme, containing extremely terrifying energy.

For example, a wisp of Su Mu's spiritual fire was equivalent to the sum of all the spiritual power of a cultivator of the same realm. This is the importance of "quality" and "depth".

It's just that Su Mu himself didn't realize it, because there was no comparison. In other words, it was basically difficult to meet an opponent of equal strength for Su Mu to compare his true strength.

Su Mu slowly raised his head and looked at the dilapidated, empty little wooden boat in front of him.

There was a little light in his pupils.

Su Mu was thinking. Thinking about a series of things that had happened recently.