The scorching sun in the darkness, the power of the beginning, the power that can tear the night, contained a breath that couldn't be explained. This breath belongs to Wang Lin, so the technique was created by Wang Lin.
But even if it belongs to Wang Lin, Wang Lin can't figure out what this breath is. He just felt a little bit, this breath is the root of this residual night art, the root of the power of the beginning, or in other words, it was transformed by his belief in Wang Lin!
This belief is the belief that tears the night apart, the belief that breaks the ordinary, and it is also a sense of defying the sky!
If you think of the dark night as a layer of restraint on your body, if you view the dark night as the rule of the world, and treat people as the changes of ants, if you view the dark night as the countless mountains that descend on Wang Lin.
Then this power to tear the night apart is true rebellion and resistance!
It is impossible to create such supernatural powers if it is not for those who have the intention of being against the sky, if it is not for a thought that cannot be abandoned, and does not want to abandon at all, it is absolutely impossible to create such supernatural powers!
At first, Wang Lin didn't understand it, but right now, when he saw the breath in the scorching sun of the remnant night, he vaguely understood why he could create this remnant night!
Because of his reluctance to Li Muwan, he did not want to give up Li Muwan. For Li Muwan, he wanted to tear open the dark night that covered his world! For Li Muwan, he was going to make the dark night no longer cover his eyes!
This is Can Ye!
This is the magical power he created for Li Muwan, Wang Lin! Although this magical power has nothing to do with Li Muwan from the earliest creation to the present, in Wang Lin's heart, his Taoism, everything he pursues, and the attachments he pursues are all in this first magical power created by him. In, clearly expressed.
In the breath of the scorching sun, he vaguely thought of his Wan'er.
Fighting with people, with beasts, with the earth, with the sky, with the starry sky, with all things, with the fairy gang, all this is the dark night, Wang Lin's life, all he did is one thing!
Tear open the dark night that covers its eyes, and look for the light after the dark night!
This is Can Ye! !
Wang Lin couldn't understand before, and he was also hazy, but now, with the help of this soul armor, using the current cultivation base, he could vaguely understand a little bit of the Night's Art.
This is the first spell he created, and the only one. It truly contains Wang Lin's own beliefs, and the souls that have been with him throughout his life, fused together, forming supernatural powers beyond Taoism!
This kind of magical power has been completely integrated with his body, his life, and his beliefs. Wang Lin does not know what the name of this kind of magical power should be, but Zhang Daozong and others know it!
Almost this world was submerged by the sea, and the moment when the sun appeared in the distant darkness, Zhang Daozong and the others, all their eyes were condensed by the only light in the darkness.
At the moment when he saw this scorching sun and faintly saw that there seemed to be an indescribable aura in that scorching sun, Zhang Daozong's complexion changed drastically, his body trembled, and his eyes showed an unbelievable color, this scorching sun. The appearance of, the appearance of the strange aura inside, made his mind burst like a million thunder!
"This is... This breath is..." Zhang Daozong's face was instantly pale, there was no trace of blood, and his expression showed amazement.
There was also the old man surnamed Zhao, who stared blankly at the faint, but faint, but tenacious presence in the scorching sun. He seemed to have forgotten his breath, and his eyes showed terrible fear and shock. This kind of shock, even if someone said that all the monks in Tianniu Island died overnight, it couldn't be compared to the present.
"It's impossible... It's impossible... Could he be a reincarnation..."
Except for them, the other two female cultivators in the early days of the air robbery just felt a little frightened by this breath, but they weren't as stunned as the two Daozong Zhang. They didn't understand what this breath represented.
They didn't understand, but the four green magic envoys saw the scorching sun. The expressions of the four changed suddenly, extremely ugly, and showed fear and extreme palpitations.
"This is Faith... surpasses the magical powers of magic, Taoism and all things, only the Great Heavenly Lord can display it, Faith!!"
"It can't be wrong, this is Faith!! The belief contained in the sun exceeds a certain level, and the power becomes the strongest of all magical powers. Faith is harder to possess than Taoism. !!!"
"Faithfulness, only nine Great Heavenly Sovereigns can master it. According to rumors, Faithfulness is not passed down, let alone passed down. Every single Faithfulness is created by the Great Heavenly Sovereign!!"
"Who is this person!! How could he show faith? Although this belief is not much, it does exist!!"
Faith, after Taoism, its power is indescribable. This kind of magical power requires faith, but it is not the kind of will like the origin of fire, but must be transformed by one's own experience and attachment, which can be regarded as It is the final change of artistic conception!
Will and belief are completely different. Just like blocking the whole world, only when the will is strong enough can it become a belief! ! A perseverance, the belief that never looks back!
This belief is not incense, but a dedication to believing in yourself, believing in everything you do, and believing that you can definitely accomplish it.
Artistic conception, origin, belief!
When the artistic conception reaches its limit, a corresponding source of sentiment can be born. When this source reaches its limit, it can be transformed into a true body. If this true body contains will, it can be transformed into a true god! !
The so-called true god is because the existence of the will replaces everything, but even so, it is still extremely difficult to change again and achieve true perfection. This perfection is the birth of faith!
Spells, Taoism, Faith!
These three different magical powers correspond to the two transformations of artistic conception. Spells correspond to artistic conceptions, Taoism corresponds to the origin, and faith skills correspond to beliefs!
It's just that this last level has only been reached by nine Great Heavenly Sovereigns throughout the ages! The rest are looking up at their feet!
Can Ye was created by Wang Lin. In it, Mi contained his life to tear the night apart!
Datianzun, why can the magic be substantive? Because of its powerful belief, it can be made out of nothing!
This is born out of nothing, is the great heavenly respect, the foundation of all magical powers!
Wang Lin was in the earth, he closed his eyes, but he could see everything outside, because at this moment, he seemed to exist in the scorching sun, as if incarnation became that breath, he saw in the sea below, that The people who were pervaded saw their shocked expressions.
"I believe that waiting for you is part of this dark night..."
"I believe that waiting is the one that stops me from moving forward..."
"I believe that when the sun rises into the sky, you will dissipate with the dark..."
"I believe that after this dark night, there will be the light I have searched for thousands of years..."
"I believe that the light must exist, and it must... I believe it!"
"My hair is no longer black. The night gave me black hair, but it represents light..."
"My eyes are no longer black, it contains fire and thunder, and the rule-like prohibition... The night gave me black eyes, but the fire will burn the night, and the thunder will shine. Dark night, that prohibition will break the rules, I want to use my eyes to see the light!"
Wang Lin murmured, his voice whirled in the sea and heaven and earth filled with magical power in the remnant night, and fell into the hearts of the green demon envoy, Zhang Daozong, the old man surnamed Zhao, and the two women's souls. This voice is just like the Dao back then. Jing, but at this moment, it is Wang Lin’s belief!
Wang Lin opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, the sun at the end of the sea burst into a dazzling light, and that light spread endlessly, which contained Wang Lin’s belief that it was to dispel the darkness. Looking for bright faith!
That's the fate of God, tearing the night apart, resurrecting Li Muwan's belief, that's the unyielding of his life, to be in the soul!
That was him, the first letter! !
The blackness of the entire sky, at this moment, the smoke disappeared, and the sea water, at this moment, suddenly disappeared. There are also those two female souls in the early days of the air robbery, without the slightest screams, but with smiles, as if they were infected by Wang Lin's beliefs, in the dark night that the light shrouded and torn apart, they were relieved and searched. When they reach their light, their smiles will die out!
The old man surnamed Zhao shivered, his body was torn apart, turned into flesh and blood, and disappeared with the black. His soul shook, struggling as the night dissipated, and roaring.
He is not reconciled to die like this. As a mid-air catastrophe great master, although he retains an independent clone in the Oasis, although the death of this deity will not make him truly cut off, he is still not reconciled!
But under this belief, his struggle lasted for a while, then he smiled, closed his eyes, and dissipated.
As for that Dao Zong, its cultivation base was a bit higher than that of the old man named Zhao. At this moment, his body collapsed, and his soul screamed and screamed, hurried back, spit out a piece of jade pendant hidden in the soul, and held it in front of him. , The jade pendant exudes a soft light, and after offsetting it for a moment, the jade pendant suddenly shattered.
Despair appeared in Zhang Daozong’s eyes. He did not cultivate any clones in his entire life, relying solely on his own breath of immortality. At this moment, under Wang Lin’s Cannibalism, his primordial spirit gradually dissipated, but it was not destroyed, but condensed together. Turning into a dazzling light, he went straight to Jiuxiao to blame. During this rush, he gradually lost consciousness, but under this belief, he barely escaped.
The sound of shattering mirrors reverberated, and the green magic mirrors that turned out of the bodies of the four green magic envoys suddenly collapsed, and the projection of the Oasis Continent immediately disintegrated!
The earth trembled, and everything returned to its original state, and it was still an extremely heavenly grassland. The four green demon envoys each spurted blood, their bodies rolled back and backed quickly. The moment they backed away, Wang Lin, wearing black armor, walked out of the earth!
The white hair fluttered with the wind, and a horrible breath lingered all over his body.