Next, we must collect Hongmeng purple gas, but not in large quantities, but in small batches of acquisitions.

“Three thousand roads, three thousand miles!”

At this moment, between Wang Bin's hands, a drop of blood scattered in the void, a total of 3,000.Three thousand drops of blood are constantly condensed, transformed into a respect and a separation, each of which is a big divisor, and different laws flashed on it, some laws are complete, and some laws are incomplete.

Three thousand roads, three thousand miles.

Wang Bin prompted the secret, immediately a hint of spirit, into the three thousand doppels, immediately separated into the independent mind, but also instilled a hint of memory, immediately become fresh.

However, the doctrient is the dove, the Buddha-figure is the Buddha-figure.

The Buddha-figure body carries perfect memories and carries all kinds of beautiful feelings; and the double body is much worse, but it carries the mutilated memory and carries their respective cultivation insights.

“Go and collect the purple.”

Wang Bin said.

“Yes!”

Immediately, three thousand splits flashed, instead of him, to buy Hong Meng purple.

But there are too many dangers in the eternal holy world, and a double body may encounter its own danger and fall, and no one can say.And behind the split, a new dodging will be born, aggravating the number of three thousand.

“Then we have to walk on the road!”

Like mortals, Wang Bin lived in a small town and began to practice many martial arts, many killing tricks, as much as possible, condensed as many, turned into his own road, turned into his own school, turned into endless possibilities, and turned into an infinite future.

The road is endless, the road has no end, and the end of today is the beginning of tomorrow.

In the time of the Great Luo Jinxian, Wang Bin understood the road and realized the law, thinking that if he grasped a certain law to the point of fullness, he could enter the realm of the heavenly saint.

In fact, it is too!

In the world of the tomb of God, Wang Bin fought fiercely, and then continued to fight wars, and realized the law of time, thus entering the level of counter-heaven, that is, the realm of saints.But as cultivation continues, there are many laws that have come to perfection.

Then, in the midst of the confusion, he entered the realm of Daozu.

Now, it is still confused, and it is about to enter the realm of the saint.

It can be said that along the way, they are confused, and they are constantly groping in the dark and constantly looking for it.

In fact, the path of cultivation, the Great Luo Jinxian is the ultimate, and the resulting realm of saints is itself vague to the extreme.In the eyes of a thousand people, there is the understanding of a thousand saints.

The so-called Avenue Saints, the various understandings are different.

Those saints in the eternal world believe that if the law of understanding is complete, they can enter the realm of the heavenly saints; then, it is the path of integration, transformed into the embodiment of the Taozu;

And the saint who enters the road is no longer the embodiment of the way, but the embodiment of the way, I am the Tao, and the way is me.

But Wang Bin believes that the perfect law of understanding is for the heavenly saints; if you open up a cultivation system and evolve to the extreme, it is the Taozu; as for the Daozu, as for the Daoist, open the way to open the way and provide for all sentient beings to walk.

In the future, God, and others will have a different understanding of the Avenue Saints.

Deviations in understanding lead to cognitive biases.

In the eternal holy world, those who are the saints of the road can be said to be the saints of the road; but Wang Bin feels that these Dao saints are actually false saints, not true avenue saints.

The six-willed Lord of the leopard is actually just a pseudo-avenge saint.

A half-step road saint, fighting a pseudo-boulevard saint, naturally is comparable, even in the downwind.

“What an explanation!”

Wang Bin smiled, the more he thought, the bigger he was.

In the past, he divided the degree of understanding of the law into a little understanding of fur, small, big, and complete.As long as a certain law is realized, it can be followed by a heavenly saint.

In fact, this is not the case at all.

The so-called success is only relative.

In the small world, the law of understanding is complete, but when it comes to the middle and thousands of worlds, it is not complete; in the same way, yesterday's realization is complete, but today, it is not perfect.

The road is endless, endless, and the so-called consummation is only relative!

As for reaching the realm of perfection, in order to enter the heavenly saint, it is only relative perfection;

The road is endless, even the saint who has reached the road dare not say that the understanding of the law is complete.Or, it is the feeling that the hardships of the road are difficult to complete, and the saints will join together, turn into the road itself, I am the road, and the road is me.

But it is difficult to work together, if the understanding is not complete, the will is not firm enough, may be the impact of the road, turned into an idiot, or the spirit of the demon is bursting, or the body is destroyed.

. . .

Time is passing, Wang Bin is developing in a low-key way, constantly thinking about the road, saints, three thousand laws and so on, the past understanding is constantly changing, I am still me, but I am not me.

In the past, he thought that as long as he reached a certain standard, he could enter the heavenly saint, the Taozu saint, and the road saint.

Now it seems that it isn't!

In the realm of saints, it can no longer be measured by so-called data.Even the measured results, even if the measurement is a mistake, or deviates from the theme.

It seems that the saint is getting closer and closer to the road; but the understanding of the road is more and more vague, and the more and more unknown.

The name, the name is not, the name is not the name.

The road is nameless, the road cannot be described in words, it can only be said, it can be said, it is not the way!

The name is not named, the name is the name!

The Buddha is constantly participating in the understanding, it seems that too much understanding, caught in the blind, wisdom barrier; and each double, but walking everywhere, constantly looking for all kinds of opportunities, collecting the purple, collecting all kinds of treasures.

Time passes, blinks for millions of years.

On this day, Wang Bin was on the road of understanding, suddenly feeling the chaos, a violent trembling, a chaotic vortex appeared, the chaotic vortex continued to expand, into the chaotic abyss, deep into the bottom, do not know how deep.

Brush the brush!

At this time, the abyss of chaos rang, spewed a lush purple gas, turned into a bright purple light, up and down the ups and downs and changed.

“Hang on, here I come!”

Wang Bin turned into a stream of light and headed for the direction of the abyss of chaos.

“Tomb of the future, there is a tomb!”

“In the legend, this is the tomb of the emperor!”

"It's not necessarily, it's just a relic left by the Emperor!"

"Pangu, God, poor, is indeed the pride of the times, the king among the kings, it is said that some ordinary road saints, but also their strength!"

Immediately, the wind surged, and countless strong people woke up, feeling the breath of the abyss of chaos, and they went forward.