Ning Yi stared at the stone wall.

Wrapped, twisted and twisted.

It's like...a dead grass?

Ning Yi's lips were a little dry. He stared at the crack in the stone wall, and a strong premonition arose in his heart. The intuition in the dark guided him and touched his waist bag by a stranger.

The divine pool trembled, and before the sharp voice of the monkey forest came.

Ning Yi took out a... withered and curly frost grass from his waist bag in a timely manner.

Ning Yi used it when facing the impact of the Yin tide of the Lion Heart King under the tomb of Qingshan Mansion.

Things of the Great Sun!

The ancestor of Xihai held Ning Yi's back collar with one hand, his eyes were gloomy, and the sword energy had not yet had time to slash out. After the light of his eyes, Ning Yi tried hard to raise the slender thing in his hand—

So the sound of the entire monkey forest was originally coming like a tsunami, and the trend gradually slowed down!

The white ape hanging upside down on the tree head shaking, staring blankly with her eyes widened, her lips tightened, and staring at the boy in black robe who was sitting on the ground in the deepest part of the woods.

Ning Yi's back was soaked. Under the continuous high pressure, his strength had been drained. He was sitting on the ground with a very tired look... He hadn't been so embarrassed for a long time. His physical condition at this moment was like walking across the Gobi desert with his lips dry and no more strength.

But he lifted the dead grass.

It was a winding, but under the indoctrination of divine nature, it emitted a faint fluorescent dry grass.

The dead grass appears.

Suddenly, all the fierce eyes in the dense forest looked at the blade of grass in Ning Yi's hand... The breeze in the back mountain came through the forest and the dead grass swayed gently, and the whole world became quiet.

The white apes staring at the grass leaves gradually faded away, and replaced by a shallow confusion and confusion.

All the sounds stopped.

The old sword immortal in white robe finally got the long-lost purity.

After a while, the ancestor of the West Sea rubbed his ears, and the monkey's reverberation did not emit again... The whole monkey forest was so quiet that it could be heard, which was in sharp contrast to the previous one.

Ye Changfeng had a strange look and looked at Ning Yi.

"I don't know what this is..." Ning Yi looked at the dead grass in his hand with a helpless look. In fact... it was a complete coincidence that he took out such things from his waist bag. When he accidentally entered the forbidden area behind Shushan, he thought it was just an ordinary grass leaf sandwiched in the gaps in the mountain walls.

After the tomb of the Lion Heart King, this dead grass saved his and Wu Daozi's lives. Wu Daozi said that this is a weapon specially designed to kill ghosts.

The so-called "big sun thing"!

After that, Ning Yi never used it again. After a long time, he was almost forgot that such an inconspicuous blade of grass was still lying in his waist bag.

"No matter what, now I'm 'saved'..." Ning Yi smiled bitterly and rubbed his forehead. After the sharp sounds disappeared, he suddenly became purified and was a little uncomfortable for a moment.

All the white ape's eyes were concentrated on the "big sun thing" in Ning Yi's hands.

At the tomb of the Lion Heart King, millions of Yin soldiers rushed to the front and killed each other. The turbulent tide stimulated the ferociousness of this dead grass and ignited the three-foot range by itself.

Ning Yi once thought about what the origin of this dead grass is?

After returning to Tiandu, he read a large number of books and gained some understanding of the "big yang things" mentioned by Wu Daozi.

It is an extremely rare and precious treasure. It is usually a great figure who practices the Supreme Yang technique. Things left after death, such as the true dragon throne that the emperor sat on, and the living Buddha who practiced the "The Great Sun Tathagata Sutra" in Lingshan, burned relics and finger bones after death,

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Wait... These can be called "big yang things", because the master's skills during his lifetime, he does not have any yin and coldness.

The tombs are mostly evil spirits, and the objects of the great yang are used to ward off evil spirits, drive away coldness, and suppress ghosts.

But a dead grass fights against thousands of troops, such a stake is really incredible.

Who is the owner of this dead grass? It actually has such a majestic yang energy?

Lu Sheng, the master of Shushan Mountain, is indeed qualified to cultivate "the things of the sun"...

The ancestor of Xihai took the dead grass, and he gently twisted the grass leaves with one finger and looked at it for a long time.

The monkeys in the monkey forest looked at the blade of grass... First, they were confused. They lived here for too long and had a long lifespan. Some memories were unforgettable, but they were buried after too long. They remembered again at this moment.

It seems like a different life.

The grass leaf swayed gently.

It seems that there is a will to be transmitted.

The white apes in the whole forest sensed it, and they didn't dare to show their energy. Their heads and bones kept swaying lightly, their teeth trembled, and they were extremely uneasy, trying desperately to break free from the shackles of the sword energy.

Ye Changfeng sensed this scene, narrowed his eyes and thoughtful.

The next moment, the old sword fairy waved his hand gently, and the sword energy rope tied to the tree broke with a "splash". The monkeys were free, but did not surround them, but rushed into the distance like a tide.

The sounds of scurrying.

The monkey craze was surging, avoiding Ning Yi's location far away.

The silhouettes reflected by the stream in the entire back mountain were constantly shattered, and after just a dozen breaths, the absolute silence returned to.

...

...

"Ning Yi, what do you think... what is this?"

One old and one young, standing in front of the last stone wall.

Ye Changfeng looked at the curled "grass leaf" and gently raised it. The sword energy at his fingertips surging, illuminating the withered grass leaf pale.

"Disciple always thought... this is a dead grass." Ning Yi's expression improved a lot. He leaned on the stone wall with a wry smile and said the process of how he got it. After observing his words and expressions, he saw that the ancestor of Xihai was a little dazed, and he tentatively said softly: "What trick did sir see?"

"I can't see the calendar, but it's not dead grass."

Ye Changfeng shook his head, and a finger condensed an extremely powerful sword energy, squirting over the grass leaves, and a sharp sound of the wind sounded.

Ning Yi's pupils contracted.

With the cultivation of the ancestor of Xihai, if this sword energy goes down, the powerful powers of Nirvana realm will also scrape off three layers of flesh.

Not to mention a grass, even a small hill can be peeled off.

The two were very close, Ye Changfeng took action without any scruples, and the strong wind from the sword energy made Ning Yi unable to open his eyes... All the sword energy rubbed against the surface of the "big sun thing" and passed by like a plow-

The thing that looks like a "grass leaf" has a tough texture like a wild grass root soaked in hot water.

No damage.

Not at all.

"The reason why it has turned yellow is not because it has become yellow for too long... but because it is the color."

"I have walked through the Great Sui Dynasty, the two worlds of the demon clan, and have seen many great yang objects. Even if it is the eternal lamp of the Buddha of Lingshan Mountain, the yang energy is stronger than this object, but there is also a need for all living beings at the foot of the mountain to offer incense, otherwise the yang energy and divine nature will spread..." The ancestor of Xihai looked solemnly, looked at the stone wall in front of him, and murmured: "Ning Yi, when you said that when you got it, you were pressed under the crack of the mountain for no time, no one worshipped here, and no one recited scriptures, how could the yang energy of this dead grass have not been overflowing for thousands of years?"

Ning Yi followed the words of the ancestors of Xihai and naturally thought of a possibility.

No matter how high the realm of all practitioners is, their divine nature will slowly disappear.

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This is why everyone dies.

But some "people" will not die.

It is said that the Buddha in Lingshan will not die.

It is said that the ancient Tianzun of the Taoist Sect is also immortal.

Ning Yi pursed his lips and his eyes moved subconsciously. The old forest, whose white apes had scattered, shaking the leaves and branches in the previous boiling chaos... A soft, pale hair as white as moon frost fell on Ning Yi's shoulders.

He picked up the white ape's hair.

Curved, folded and circled.

With two fingers, one end of each... and then exerted a little force, the white ape's hair was slowly stretched straight and held in front of Mr. Ye Changfeng.

One withered yellow and the other pale.

Apart from this, there is no difference.

He pulled his hands lightly, and the straight white ape hair broke into two pieces in an instant.

Ning Yi has no words.

No words are needed now.

He turned around, stood in front of the stone wall, and pointed to the gap that was just right that could embed dead grass into it.

Ning Yi knew what the ancestors of Xihai had pursued for the rest of their lives... The realm was so vast that they were only one step away from entering the door. Who wouldn't want to know the secret of immortality?

This dead grass is not a treasure that follows the great power of Tongtian to practice.

The old sword immortal's fingers were trembling. He smiled and filled the hair into the gully of the stone wall.

The second stone wall opens.

The stone wall leads to the unknown.

After waiting for a long time, the ancestor beside Ning Yi did not move.
To be continued...