Meow Jiu has golden bones and jade/skin, and the hair is soft. The king's seal floating above the head is like a Taoist object, very sacred and extraordinary. Meow Jiu is like a fairy cat with light flowing all over his body, and his flesh shell is shining with divine luster, like an innate holy beast, accompanied by immeasurable merits.

He raised his head slightly, closed his eyes and opened it again, and wiped away the tears. He put the black and gold brick he was holding into the bell. His eyes were deep and very calm. His limbs trembled slightly in the wind and stood firmly. In a short period of time, he experienced a lot.

The body is weak, plagued by all kinds of diseases, and the corruption and ulceration of flesh and blood are reborn. This experiences birth, old age, sickness and death over and over again, and experiences the five disasters one after another.

It's all like hell torture! It's like passing through a tribulation.

At this time, after transformation, Miao Jiu was like an ancient sage who was paying tribute, with an artistic conception inside. The king's seal sprinkled the holy clouds and turned his figure into hazy, as if it was carved into a holy painting. In this dead Five Rahe Land, it was the most eye-catching, like a lotus born in the mud.

Miao Jiu sighed, his little face raised slightly, returning to the truth, full of true charm, and his deep eyes seemed to be full of compassion and remembrance, and he was very smart.

"Insight into the body." Lei Peng walked over with his hands, and his strong body cracked the artistic conception that Miao Jiu made. He glanced at the Big Orange King Seal, and his big hand fell down and pressed it into Miao Jiu's body.

"Oh." Miao Jiu responded, closed his eyes and began to realize it. Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from his body, bursting with thunder, and blood bursting out, like a roaring wave.

"Gather the mind and mind." Lei Peng said again, so Miao Jiu's sea of ​​consciousness was peaceful and calm without waves. Miao Jiu explored out the golden consciousness, like a hundred trickles flowing between the flesh and blood of his body, his heart lake was also as quiet as water, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

Miao Jiu's body surface was filled with a brilliant luster, nourished to the extreme, and now it was almost transparent and extremely transparent. Suddenly, several rainbow lights rushed out of his body, like a giant dragon soaring into the sky. If the divine bridge connected to the dark sky, it was extraordinary.

Slowly, Miao Jiu's trickle of consciousness flowed between the limbs and bones. Miao Jiu seemed to see the inner scene, as if he saw a beautiful and mysterious world.

"Is this my body?" Miao Jiu murmured in his heart, and his mind gradually became immersed in it. He wandered in Taixu and wandered in the universe in his body.

The bones are already golden, and such a Vajra is invincible, comparable to a magic weapon; the body is full, and every inch of blood and flesh is dazzling, as if you can hear the surging ocean of qi and blood; after the internal organs are nourished, there are no impurities, like precious jade, forming a natural cycle, as if all the divine treasures are opened up and forming a small world in the body; the wide meridians are like the way to heaven.

The body is like a great medicine, and the body is rich in spirit! Meow Jiu is full of vitality and has extremely powerful vitality!

He gradually realized and began to visualize himself. Everything he saw in his body was himself and "I".

Cultivators cultivate their self-cultivation and their nature and virtues, but more and more monks live for too long and have a state of mind for thousands or hundreds of years, but they are not as good as mortals who have composed music and pens for half a lifetime. They are bound by too many "desires" and are locked in the rolling world, and their psychology is becoming increasingly unbalanced.

You are destined to be unable to achieve anything, and often the bottleneck of practicing Taoism is the limit of your life.

Miao Jiu's mind is pure, the Taoist heart is unwavering, and his consciousness emits a bright light, illuminating the darkness. He saw a lot, whether it is "element", "qi" or "god", those are his Taoist treasures.

Miao Jiu's body lit up, and there were silver lights. Miao Jiu's face became more and more indifferent, as if floating in the clouds, and he saw the dazzling galaxy!

Every star seemed to be his power. Miao Jiu sank in. In a trance, he saw a five-clawed golden dragon, his body hidden in the sea of ​​stars, appearing vividly, and at any time

It can all be reflected, and wanders in the world, the red unicorn is the same.

The further Miao Jiu looked, the farther and farther away, the vast ocean of qi and blood flowed quietly, floating with huge power, the ingots, swords, and the condensed cauldrons, the huge loess continent and the ocean...

It was like a strange phenomenon. Miao Jiu saw a lot and wanted to move. So Miao Jiu, who had closed his eyes, stood up, as if he was tall and straight, Lei Peng let go of his big hand.

Miao Jiu moved and ran slowly, his speed getting faster and faster. Finally, a strong wind blew up, rushed out of Lei Peng's protection range, broke the thunder, rushed to the distance quickly, and soon flew back, unobstructed under the five thunders.

He stood on the top of a mountain and started to punch, not the word "angry" but was just waving the Meow Fist. At first, it was like a gentle breeze and drizzle falling, very gently. Gradually, like a mountain torrent, a huge mountain hit the ground, and the huge force was like a barbarian dragon, shaking the deep black mountain, and cracks bloomed.

After fighting, the mountain fell several feet.

Looking at the action, Lei Peng nodded slightly.

After watching Miao Jiu's consciousness for a long time, he had a lot of new understanding of his visualization. At this time, he somehow came to a door, like a manifestation of his Taoist priest.

Miao Jiu looked at this door, and the ancient and vicissitudes were like the one in the Jiufeng Sutra Pavilion. On the door, there was a pair of orange cat marks, each of which was very serene, as if it had an invincible aura, and his style.

Miao Jiu looked at it and muttered for a while: "What's this thing? Is it very familiar?"

Miao Jiu stepped forward and patted it. He approached the crack in the door and wanted to see the other side of the door. Miao Jiu felt that it seemed like an instinct, and it seemed that by pushing it open, it could break through the shackles of life!

Miao Jiu tried to push, and even if he used his full strength, it would be difficult to push. This gate was condensed by a hundred thousand great mountains, majestic and huge, as if floating in the void, never falling, and a fairy thing.

Miao Jiu tried for a long time, but his little arms and legs only pushed open a very slight gap, and a faint light came out. Miao Jiu leaned over and wanted to squeeze his eyes in. Even if he opened the thunder eyes, it would be difficult to see the specific scenery.

"Well... it feels like a divine realm!" Miao Jiu talked to himself and continued to push it, but this door seemed to be thick and boundless, very heavy.

"Have I not reached my level yet?" Miao Jiu murmured, retreated not far away, looked carefully, and finally saw something strange. No matter how you look, you feel something is wrong, and you tilt your head to observe.

"No wonder, this thing is also imprisoned." Miao Jiu suddenly realized, and his head was straightened up. He saw that it was an invisible chain, tightly bound the door, one by one, as if there were three heavens and earths!

"Big...group...group..." Suddenly, Miao Jiu heard a naughty voice!

"It's you again!" Miao Jiu was stunned and looked around. He was familiar with the sound, as if he was calling him across the coast of time. He heard it once in Zixia Cave Heaven.

"Are you inside the door?" Finally, Miao Jiu looked at the Jumen, and the intermittent sound seemed to come from the gap.

“Big…group…group…group…”

"Are you inside?" Miao Jiu shouted into the gap.

“Big…group…group…group…”

"Whatever you do is big bun!" No matter what Miao Jiu said, the sound of the slap in his slap was constantly repeating Da bun.

“Big…group…group…group…”

"Forget it, open this door sooner or later!" For some reason, this bastard kept calling Datuantuan. He felt increasingly unhappy, and the urge to slap him apart became more and more intense.

The more intense.

“Big…group…group…group…”

Miao Jiu's face was full of black lines, and he felt that this bastard was scolding him.

He stopped listening, took back his divine thoughts and retreated.

"...Meow!" Miao Jiu's divine thoughts faded away, and after a long time, a sound floated from this gap.

The lake of Meow Jiu's heart rippled, and the divine thoughts like a trickle flowed back to the extremely consolidated sea of ​​consciousness. Meow Jiu's eyes opened, and it was very bright.

"Meow hahaha... My body is stronger again!" Miao Jiu felt that his body was so strong that it was very terrible. He felt that he could be self-confidence, just a miracle, and show off his all over the world.

"Boy, if you wake up, come over quickly." Thunderbird said calmly.

Miao Jiu laughed a few times, was interrupted, and flew down from the top of the mountain, like a holy soldier. His body was like a Taoist palace, mysterious and terrifying, and he could not see the bottom.

"Thank you, senior." Miao Jiu came to Lei Peng with a strong temperament and a strong body. He sincerely thanked him.

"Boy, don't thank me. If you don't hold on, you will be dead." Lei Peng's face was expressionless and he was arrogant without anger. His tall body was under a lot of pressure. "You should thank yourself."

"The physical medicine of the ancient holy body can sustain the glory of the holy body. Since ancient times, every generation of holy body has been an existence that can look down on the world. However, this difference is far from being able to achieve great success before death, so it dies early. It has too strong resentment, so it turns into a spiritual corpse. If you either erase the holy pattern, you are another physical medicine. Even if you live by chance, you will still be a walking corpse. If you are controlled by him, you will not have a good end... And I did not have a temporary idea."

Lei Peng was not exaggerating. He looked at Miao Jiu very coldly, trying to see what Miao Jiu was thinking, but Miao Jiu responded only with his empty and clear eyes.

"Yeah, I saw it all!"

Finally, Lei Peng shook his head and lost to Miao Jiu, saying, "I have something to ask. I still need to take action from my disciples. If I enter, his disaster will not be able to overcome."

"Senior means..." Miao Jiu asked.

"I will die and live." Lei Peng said.

Miao Jiu shuddered and understood the meaning of the thunder bird. He wanted him to control the power of the thunder tribulation and add it to death!

Miao Jiu began to pray for the Thunderbird.

Two days later, the lake seemed to be boiling, and the dazzling golden light poked out from the bottom of the lake. The thunderbirds sang, refining the divine feathers of the three golden-winged roc birds. He was extremely handsome, like a powerful king, looking down on the world, his aura became many times stronger, and he spread his wings and flew out.

He looked up at the dark sky, low pressure and dull, as if he was pressing down. The thunder tribulation was growing inside, and the lightning became more and more intense, but the thunderbird was very different. He already had the real spiritual form of a golden-winged roc.

"Bird! I'm sorry." Miao Jiu hid in the dark, looked at the thunder bird and said, then waved his hand and raised the power of the thunder tribulation upwards.

Suddenly, in the disaster clouds, thunder erupted, like a sea of ​​thunder was in violent turmoil, and the sky was covered in blood.

Miao Jiu narrowed his eyes and pointed his claw at the thunderbird with high fighting spirit. A huge blood-colored thunder tore the sky, like a thunder spear thrown by Thunder God. A terrifying aura filled with it and slashed straight down.

The thunderbird was singing, and its golden claws seemed to be about to fight the dragon. A large amount of thunder was entangled. Not only the blood of the golden-winged roc bird, but the blood of the thunderbird was also surging, rushing straight towards the thunder.

Miao Jiu was moved by the way he was so fierce that he never died.
Chapter completed!