After all, once a cultivator has a baby, he has the qualification to fight with the heavens. This qualification is extremely precious, but only with qualifications is not enough. To fight with the heavens, to transcend reincarnation, one must understand the way of heaven and understand reincarnation.
Only when you understand the laws of heaven and earth can you find out the laws against the sky. This kind of thing can be said to be the most mysterious. To understand is to understand, and if you don't understand, you still don't understand.
If you can’t comprehend the way of heaven, then even if you absorb more spiritual power, you will always fall into the inferior. It’s like a baby. Even if you have a magic weapon in your hand, even if this weapon is sharp, but if you can’t swing it. , Then it is in vain.
Even if he waved it forcibly, he hurt the enemy, but in the end, he would definitely be hurt by this weapon.
And to perceive the way of heaven and gain artistic conception is the power that allows babies to pick up sharp weapons, and this power is the only choice for wielding sharp weapons.
Only by comprehending the way of heaven can we achieve the realm of wielding this sharp weapon freely.
In this way, there is the title of Huashen.
With the power to wield a sharp weapon, it naturally surpasses mortals, far surpasses other monks, and transcends the existence of humans and scholars, only gods.
It's just that this god is not a god recorded in ordinary books, but a kind of thought, a kind of inner change, and a kind of mysterious realm.
It's just that this realm is similar to the gods in the classics, so gradually, the word "transmitting gods" came into existence.
However, it is not enough for a baby to have strength. Only gained power. It is indeed possible to wield a weapon. However, it cannot last long. after all. Baby's body. Can't store much of this power. As a result, the term primordial spirit appeared.
As babies grow up, their bodies can naturally store more strength. This is the soul!
Want to condense the soul, in addition to artistic conception. It also needs divine consciousness. The combination of artistic conception and spiritual consciousness turns into a part of Yuanying Land. then. This god, naturally, appeared.
This is the soul!
As for the weapon that can be brandished. It is the power of heaven and earth, the monk who transforms into gods. Can wield the power of the Yuanying monk who can't control the earth, the world, and the earth. This is one of the reasons why it is called God's Land.
And the so-called power of heaven and earth, at its root, is the artistic conception of the Tao of that day. The mood is different according to each person's perception. Comprehend that the laws of the earth, the world, and the earth are different, and what they show is also different in the power of the earth, the world, and the earth.
These things, at this moment, Wang Lin's soul completely understood, he quietly looked at the ground under his feet, after a long time, the soul slowly fell and sank into the cliff.
Returning to the cave, following the top of Wang Lin's body, slowly blending in, and finally, perfectly combined with the body.
At this moment, all the spiritual power in Wang Lin's body disappeared and merged with the soul.
After a long time, Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes, his eyes, like the newborn baby, were black and white, with a hint of aura.
Wang Lin took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and casually grabbed it in the void. Suddenly, a crack in space appeared in front of him, and gusts of cold wind blew out of it, as if it could blow out the vitality.
This hand tore through the cracks in an understatement. In the past, unless it was in the ancient gods, even if Wang Lin could do it, he needed to run his whole body spiritual power before he could force it.
There is also that cold wind, this is the extinction wind blowing from within the cracks in the space. Primordial Infant monk may be able to resist, but he has to use his best. As for the pill-forming monk, he cannot resist it at all. Avoid it unless there is a magic weapon for restraint.
As for Wang Lin, even though he was not afraid of this wind before he was transformed into the gods, he still felt uncomfortable to some extent, but once he entered the cracks, he still couldn't bear it.
This is why, once the few people who fought with him, once they tore through the cracks and escaped, Wang Lin did not dare to pursue them.
But now, this cold wind has no effect on Wang Lin, even if he enters it as a whole, he will no longer feel hurt.
He smiled slightly and stretched his right hand into the crack. When he retracted it, some small bright spots appeared in his hand.
Looking at these finely divided bright spots, Wang Lin pondered a little, crushing them one by one.
He stood up and walked forward, the stone wall that sealed the cave mansion opened with a roar.
Walking out of the cave, Wang Lin saw that in the distance, all the monks of the Profound Dao Sect were kneeling one by one, looking intently here, and in the farther direction, there were some schools closer to this place. The monk also knelt on the ground.
Wang Lin's gaze was just swept away, and he passed on everyone one by one. He saw a lot of people he was familiar with back then. Suddenly, Wang Lin's gaze fell on a distant one who was wearing a white shirt. For the handsome middle-aged man.
The moment Wang Lin saw this person, a happy smile appeared on the corner of Wang Lin's mouth. He looked at this person carefully, and his smile became even brighter.
"Forty years, reaching the late stage of foundation construction, very good!" Wang Lin muttered to himself.
The middle-aged man looked at Wang Lin intently, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. He felt that this man was extremely familiar to him, but he couldn't think of who he was.
When this person looked at him, he immediately got a shock in his mind, as if there was some place, a picture was drawn in front of him, as if he had been in the same door with this person...
But immediately, he shook his head. This idea was too ridiculous. He took a deep breath and quickly lowered his head.
At this time, an elderly cultivator of the Yuan Ying stage gritted his teeth and flew up. He knelt down one hundred meters away from Wang Lin, and said with a trembling, "Senior is a member of my Zhao country..."
As soon as he said this, all the cultivators around him held their breath, and the surrounding area immediately became quiet. Their eyes, with a trace of enthusiasm, all looked at Wang Lin, and even the middle-aged man looked up again.
Wang Lin's current appearance was different from the evil stars of the year, but his aura was even more different. No wonder these people couldn't recognize it. Even if someone guessed, they just buried it in their hearts and couldn't say it.
If the third-level cultivation country wants to become the fourth-level, it needs to have a god-shifting monk. This person must be born in this country. The fourth-level cultivation country naturally has a magical power that can detect the root. This magical power is inherited from the Suzaku Country, unless the cultivation base can surpass the monks of Vermilion Kingdom, otherwise, it is difficult to cheat.
And most importantly, this cultivator of God needs to live in this country until a hundred years later before he can report to the fourth-level cultivation country for re-rating.
Obviously, this condition was unacceptable to Wang Lin. Hearing the words of the old man at this time, Wang Lin was silent for a little while and said faintly: "I am a native of this country, but I can't live for a hundred years, sorry!"
The old man trembled, showing disappointment, not only him, but all the monks around him.
Expectations are too high, and sometimes, the disappointment will be greater.
Wang Lin sighed softly, grabbed the void with his right hand, and suddenly ten light groups appeared in his hand. He groaned for a moment, then tossed with his right hand, the ten light groups suddenly fell into the surrounding ten monks and merged into it. .
The ten monks immediately shook their bodies, with pain on their faces, but the pain did not last long. After a few breaths, surprises immediately appeared on the faces of these ten people.
The middle-aged man in white is one of them!
"Although I can't settle here, I can give you ten spiritual energy seeds. It will not reduce the difficulty of your cultivation, but it can give you a chance. If one of your ten can reach the late Nascent Soul stage, I will know I know, I can make it once!" Wang Lin said flatly. After speaking, he took a closer look at the white-clothed middle-aged man again, with a smile on his mouth.
The spiritual seeds he left on this person are different from others, and can save this person's life three times!
After all, this is a monk who transforms into gods, and the ten spiritual power seeds condensed from the heavens and the earth are so precious that it is unimaginable.
The middle-aged man looked at Wang Lin in a daze. His familiarity with the person in his mind became stronger and stronger, but when he was about to remember it immediately, there was a sudden tingling in his mind, this tingling pain. It became stronger and stronger, already exceeding the limit he could bear. At this moment, a warm breath came from the spiritual power seed he obtained, and after this breath, the pain disappeared.
His body trembled lightly, and his body was sweaty.
"Don't think about it anymore. When you can reach the Nascent Soul Stage one day, you will naturally think of the things in your previous life. If you know too much at this time, it will be a pain for you..." A gentle voice was in his heart. Sounded.
This person was startled, when he looked up, he found Wang Lin, smiling at him.
Wang Lin took a deep breath and glanced at the earth with nostalgia. If there were no accidents, this would be the last time he came back before Zhao Guoren reached the late Yuan Ying stage!
His body slowly lifted into the sky, and gradually disappeared into the sky. On the ground, all the monks raised their heads one after another, and the middle-aged man among them showed a trace of firmness in his eyes!
"I will definitely reach the Nascent Soul Stage! Definitely!"
At this moment, an object suddenly fell on the sky. When everyone looked sideways, this object was actually a wooden sculpture. This wooden sculpture fell on the top of Hengyue Mountain and merged with the entire mountain. Suddenly, the mountain seemed to have it in an instant. Infinite aura in general.
"This thing can protect Zhao from the invasion of the comprehension nation of the same level three times, so I can do it for myself..." A voice came from a distance.
But it was Wang Lin who thought of the misery of the four factions alliance, and did the last thing for this Zhao country.
In the following hundreds of years, this wood carving saved the entire country of Zhao from an invasion... All the foreign monks in this land had already driven the monks of Zhao country to a dead end, but it was at the end. With bald heads, all the brothers of Zhao Kingdom came to the foot of this so-called holy mountain and knelt down to worship.
Immediately, this holy mountain, amidst the ridicule of the foreign monks, emitted a soft light, and this light immediately enveloped the entire Zhao Kingdom. All the foreign monks inside, their ridicule, solidified...
When the light disappeared, these three-level foreign monks all died...