Time is slowly passing.

The seemingly simple cohesion of the heart, in fact, took three days.

After that, Tao Tianjun enjoyed the z-i'sa, three days, for a month.

After the 10th z-i'sa.

God stood up again.

At this moment, in his god, there is a glittering seven-colored heart.

But this heart is much larger in the past, the mysterious power inside it is almost liquefied, and the mysterious water flowing around the heart is beautiful.

“Continue.”God took a deep breath.

Repeat the previous actions again, guiding and filling the hidden heart of God.

The Rumble...

In a moment when a colorful mysterious force touches the heart.

The heart trembled violently, the endless ripples, cracks appeared on the surface of the crystal, and the mysterious water was also fluctuating.

It was as if everything was going towards collapse.

“What’s going on?”

He did not immediately enter, and stopped his actions.

Suddenly, he poured in again carefully, and the scene appeared again, and his heart was about to break.

“Is that... saturated?”God knows the reason.

It seems that the container also has capacity, the water is full, and then it is bursting, and the heart will be broken.

This is the limit, can not be done.

God’s heart thinks.

“Forget it, it’s okay.”

At this moment, his heart has contained the mysterious power that he has exchanged for ten lives.

Such an approach has long gone beyond the people who created this magic, and even more terrifying and more intimidating.

In Tao Tianjun's conjecture, he felt that he could use hundreds of lives, and now he thought it was delusional, but this did not blame him, the creator himself did not know, nor did he indicate the problem of this capacity.

Know that the Creator himself did not think about this, or think about it without need to study it.

If you have a life, do you still expect more than ten lives?

Obviously very unrealistic.

"Maybe I should point it out."The sky is groaning.

The temple of the practice of the wasteland, every practice in it, has an annotations, which are annotations for the cultivation of the ancestors, and are regarded as a kind of help for the cultivation of the descendants.

I thought to myself that the sky was on the last page of the book.

“After my own research on the blood of the heart, the heart capacity of the occult sanctity is limited, specifically ten lives.”

He wrote his name in it, and then sent the idea into the purple jade.

The practice of his hand is not true, but the annotation can pass through the purple jade, branded in the practice, which is a very divine means.

After all this.

God looked at his heart.

Colorful, crystal clear, like a perfect crystal, wrapped around the mysterious water.

"What is the heart, it seems to be different from the appearance of other hearts, there are seven tips, it is really a bit like a dry seven-fingling heart."

I mean, God feels like it too.

"Wouldn't it bring a fox?"The sky began to think about the stars.

However, speaking, the seven-pointing heart legend can communicate with everything in the world, can make the eyes break all illusions, and eating the heart can have a healing effect on the seriously injured.

It seems that this occult spirit does not have these effects.

“Not necessarily.”Suddenly the heavens spoke to themselves.

He thought of another possibility.

This occult spirit is too important, the creator is used to keep life, this kind of thing rarely used, nor dare to use it, as for other cultivators.

The more I think, the more I think, the more I think it’s possible.

What does it have to do with the Seven Hearts?

At that moment, he looked at the era of the creation of the occult sanctity, and the ancient times, and the difference between the list of gods seemed to be very large.

“I can’t think, I can’t think.”

God whispers.

In the blink of an eye, I don't know what the reason is, the devil makes the god guess, and the sky leads to a wisp of power in the heart.

He applied that power to his eyes.

Momently!

Everything in the eyes is different.

He seemed to see through many things, looked up, he actually penetrated the mountain, looked at the purple mountain.

Blow up!

In an instant, the purple mountain in his eyes changed.

Purple Mountain is not a purple mountain, he saw a huge monument, this mountain seems to be a monument, a cornerstone, zhe:n crushed some kind of great terror.

“That’s...” Do Heaven’s eyes saw life in the depths of the purple mountain.

The human form of life.

The ancient breath is pervading, and those people are sleeping in it.

“Who is spying?”

Sleeping life has awakened, an incoherent force has erupted, and the three hegemons of the deserted ancient mountains will be horrified, causing the entire surface to shake.

Shouting!

The mysterious array emerges and will move zhe:n pressure.

At the same time, the sleeping humanoid creature was looking for the spies, but found nothing.

Look at this scene.

He took his eyes back and swallowed his mouth.

“T0u’sh-i?”Breaking all the illusions?”

With that said, Tao Tianjun was doubtful, "I have just seen countless lights, and humanoid beings, which have a bright light, and the appearance seems to be ... clock?"

In the end, the words speak, and God himself stands in the same place.

Purple Mountains.

The tomb without a beginning, at least on the surface.

And a few years ago, the clock of the beginning was ringing, stirring the East Desert, causing great turmoil, and the one I saw was definitely the enemy, the weapon of the Archerless Emperor.

“Do you want to be so rebellious.”

The sky is groaning.

It was inconceivable, but he discovered such a terrible power.

At this moment, he felt more that the sanctity of the occult and the seven senses seemed to have the same work.

“Can you be blind, does that mean you can also cure the seriously injured?”The sky is groaning.

This idea is somewhat different from the previous idea, those who can't prove it, but there is a basis for this, that is, the Tao Tianjun has seen the annotation, the occult occult sanctity of life, and its own physical strength will be strengthened, and its annotation has repaired the flesh.

I thought to myself that the mountain near Dao Tianjun had brought a few small animals.

Earthworms, guinea pigs, pangolese, beetles.

Without hesitation, Dao Tianjun made them all half dead, and poured the softest power into the animal.

Visible to the naked eye, their injuries recovered.

Become a tiger.

There was a lot of no injuries.

“I just used a little bit of it, right?”The sky is fading.

He used very little, the tile is equal to the size of a centimeter of fine lines, so that these small animals jump alive, the volume is played a few times, this is too exaggerated, stimulant.

Momently!

God thinks of a possibility.

The human medicine!

This is the big medicine that those practitioners often talk about.

When I think about this possibility, God feels right.

At the same time, he also knew that his ideas had been confirmed, and the only thing that could not be done was to communicate everything, and he did not know how to do it.

The occult spirit is also very similar to the seven linguists, guiding the mysterious power of the human body, which is a bit like the big medicine of the human body being refined by itself.

It’s really easy to note that these special abilities are.

But no one wants to try!

Because of the life of a person, the mysterious power, who will waste these conjectures, is the original creator, but also created, the choice is also the use of life.

People are life-saving, even if crazy people, people who do not value life and death will not do so, they are not afraid of death does not mean that they will make a joke of their own life.

Others are like that.

But the sky was special, and he died.

So he can waste, and still a lot of waste that kind, life does not exist, how much.

“Notes.”

Dao Tianjun began to write down and sent the past to the temple of practice again.

The wasteland is very good to itself, the practice is arbitrary, you have studied some things, and it is okay to make a note to the people of the wasteland, but they will not know it...

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