He is born, she is dead... He is dead, she is born...
This is another rhyme of life and death. At this moment, Wang Lin suddenly had enlightenment in his heart.
There are clouds in Taoism, mountains are mountains, and waters are water. Here in Wang Lin, he has his own understanding.
Seeing life is life, seeing death is death, this is just the first meaning of life and death mood.
When he was in the alliance of the four factions, Wang Lin saw that the four factions were destroyed by the snowy region, and the monk who gave him feathers, at the last moment of his life, will also be stained with blood in the snowy region, his soul, It was shocked, and there were vague signs of a breakthrough.
Life and death are often separated by a thin line. Sometimes, obviously dead, but born in people's hearts, sometimes, obviously born, but there is no change, and there is the intention to die.
Wang Lin's eyes became brighter and brighter.
The death of Zhou Yi gave birth to Ting'er. Ting'er's death brought Zhou Yi's life again. Between life and death, it is good fortune to trick people.
However, the death of the two of them is not the end, but the existence of another kind of heart, in the heart.
Life is not life, and death is not death.
There was clarity in Wang Lin's eyes. He clearly understood.
An artistic conception that seemed to break through life and death emerged from his body. At this moment, his mood of life and death. Advance by leaps and bounds. Wang Lin took a deep breath. He understands his own cultivation. To break through.
In the middle of transformation, it is no longer far away.
After turning to the gods. The comprehension of artistic conception is an important means to break through cultivation. Once the artistic conception breaks through. So the breakthrough of cultivation base is generally speaking. Not more than ten years.
This is like a container. If there is only the liquid in the size of a fist, naturally there will only be so much. But the breakthrough of artistic conception has expanded this container several times. Although at this stage. The liquid inside. There are still so many fists. But it can grow without limitations. When it grows to several times the size of the container again, it is a breakthrough in cultivation.
at this time. Da Luo Jianzong's Sword Sovereign Ling Tianhou speeded up quickly, rushing towards the falling white-clothed woman and stretched out his big hand. Its goal. It is the two fairy swords, one large and one small.
Zhou stared at the white-clothed woman blankly, his body and mind were blank, without any thoughts, the old man in the green shirt acted like ice water spilled into the boiling oil, which immediately ignited Zhou Yi's anger.
As soon as he moved his body, a flash of cash flowed in between his hands, his whole person, transformed into a huge sword shadow, whizzed away at the speed of lightning.
Under the shadow of the sword, the sky was dark, and the earth cracked.
The old man in the green shirt changed his complexion and did not dare to take the sword again. He could feel that there was a will to destroy everything in that sword light.
Without any hesitation, the old man in the green shirt immediately turned around, shouted, and folded his hands together. When he opened it, a blade of sword light appeared in front of him, and he rushed towards the sword shadow that Zhou Yi had transformed into.
"boom!"
The old man Jianguang collapsed, and he spouted a mouthful of blood, and the black fingerprint on his chest immediately spread, more than double the size.
"This immortal fingerprint is too overbearing. The old man was injured today and couldn't use all his cultivation skills. Now he has taken a fairy sword from the left and right, that's all!" The old man in the green shirt stepped back, and he tore his right hand beside him. There was a huge opening in the middle, and the direction of the opening was exactly where the Heavenly Luck Star Daluo Sword Sect was. His body flashed and he was about to penetrate into it.
At this time, Zhou Huazuo's sword shadow was faster, coming with an astonishing whistling, crazy impact.
The old man's complexion changed drastically. Without a word, he turned and got into the crack. At the same time, he summoned the unicorn beast lying on the ground with his right hand. Then his head shook and turned into a blue light, and disappeared into the crack with him. .
The cracks merged quickly, but the sword shadow that Zhou Yi had transformed into, rushed in and chased after it the moment it closed.
Don't kill this person, vow not to return!
The catastrophe of the Great Luo Jianzong unfolded as Zhou Yi rushed away.
All this happened extremely quickly, that is, within a few breaths, as the cracks disappeared, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Hundreds of monks with different cultivation levels turned their eyes to the ground from the midair. On the body of the female body.
Beside the female corpse, the two fairy swords immediately caused everyone to breathe heavily.
However, at the moment when the female corpse was about to land, suddenly she moved, together with the two fairy swords, turned into a white light, and came quickly toward Wang Lin in the crowd.
Wang Lin was startled, and under his teeth he turned over his right hand, and there was an extra pagoda in his hand. The female corpse disappeared in the pagoda, together with two fairy swords.
Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to Wang Lin, and these eyes were full of greed.
The Chihu beside Wang Lin also looked gloomy and uncertain at this time. After a long time, he smiled bitterly, stepped back and remained silent.
Wang Lin's eyes were gloomy, and he put away the pagoda. He didn't expect that the female corpse and the fairy sword would actually fly to him in the end. As a result, he immediately became the target of public criticism.
"This fellow Taoist, two immortal swords, you give me one, I am the eight members of Yuanzong, to keep you safe, how about it!" At this time, an old man in black came forward and said gloomily.
Behind him, the seven people immediately followed, their gazes unabashedly greedy. Their footsteps did not stop, but kept moving forward.
"Three late stages of transformation, eight intermediate stages of transformation, and the rest are early stages of transformation..." Wang Lin took a deep breath, swept around with cold eyes, and his heart sank immediately.
There are no less than a hundred monks around, and all of them are in the stage of transforming gods. This is not a force that he can resist at all.
"Hun Yuanzong, what a gadget, fellow daoist, if you give me a fairy sword, my demon gate, keep you safe!" A middle-aged man in a blue shirt stepped forward and looked at him contemptuously. Everyone in Yuanzong said.
"Hunyuanzong, Tianmomen, it's just a clown on Liangshang, these two fairy swords, my heaven and earth faction will definitely win!" A long laugh came out from the crowd, and then, a figure quickly rushed out of the crowd, toward Wang Lin rushed away.
When this person moved, it immediately caused a chain reaction, and nearly a hundred cultivators rushed over.
Wang Lin frowned. At this moment, the current person is approaching. This person is old, with gray hair, and his eyes are determined to win. His cultivation is in the middle stage of transforming the gods!
At the moment he impacted, Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He knew that he could not retreat now. Once he retreated, he would be forever. He looked calmly, raised his right hand and pointed towards this person! The mood of life and death came suddenly.
As soon as the gray-haired old man approached, his eyes condensed. Under the other's finger, there was no spiritual fluctuation, but there was a strange mood.
"Dare to show off in front of the old man in the mood of the initial stage of transformation of the gods!" The old man showed a trace of disdain in his eyes, and his body kept going, but he was faster.
The old man knows that mood attack is a unique attack method of the god-transforming monks, but this mood attack is extremely dangerous, and a little carelessness will cause confusion.
It's just that, using the mood of the initial stage of the transformation to attack his cultivation base in the middle stage of the transformation, it is hitting the stone with a pebble.
"Looking for death!" The old man grinned, and the mood within the Yuanshen moved, trying to wipe out the other's mood cleanly.
Wang Lin's eyes were calm, and he vomited: "What is life!"
At this moment, his eyes were full of clarity, and in his heart, he thought of the scene of the four-sect alliance's cultivator of the gods, moths rushing into the fire and blood-stained in the snow.
The gray-clothed old man who came on the impact changed his expression drastically. He immediately noticed that his personal mood was a little weird. With his full power, he couldn't stop it. Almost instantly, his whole mind seemed to have unknowingly merged into the way of heaven. Reincarnation is general.
In horror, he immediately retreated, but before he quit a few steps, his face turned pale, with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, without saying a word, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and closed his eyes to meditate.
Behind Wang Lin, a circle of gray halo suddenly appeared. In this halo, a gray mood slowly spread out, forming a huge picture, but this painting is not solid, but extremely vague. , As if the wind blows, it will dissipate in general.
There are only black and white in this picture, which is quite monotonous, but when this picture appeared, it made all people around who rushed to stop immediately, with shocked eyes in their eyes.
"What kind of mood is this!!"
"What kind of artistic conception does this person use? Why does this black and white picture make me feel shocked!"
"Reincarnation, this is the axis of reincarnation!!"
Although black and white are simple, this black represents death, and this white represents vitality.
Before this huge picture, Wang Lin's figure felt like reincarnation. He looked at the gray-clothed old man and vomited again: "What is death?"
Behind the gray-clothed old man, a series of phantoms suddenly flashed. In this phantom, two white-haired old men could be seen looking at a middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground. The appearance is quite similar to that of the old man, which is clearly what he looked like when he was young.
The mood of this person is filial piety!
But immediately, the phantom collapsed, and it was replaced by the black and white picture.
The gray-clothed old man trembled, opened his eyes suddenly, and squirted out a big mouthful of blood again, his whole body suddenly wilted, his eyes were dim, his mood was broken, his Taoism was forcibly obliterated, and his cultivation was in the transformation stage. , Without artistic conception, immediately fell.
Wang Lin sighed lightly, stepped forward, and touched the old man's forehead with his right index finger.
"boom!"
The old man's head suddenly turned into flesh and blood and exploded, and his body immediately fell down.
"Although my cultivation is in the early stage of transforming a god, the mood has reached the middle stage of transforming a god just now, and the mood of life and death has reached the second level. I dare to fight for the red butterfly in the late stage of transforming a god, let alone you..." There was a strange light in Wang Lin's eyes, and he looked around.
Under a glance, the people around were silent, but the greed in their eyes did not dissipate.
In their opinion, although Wang Lin's artistic conception is powerful, there is only one person. Today, there is no doubt that he will die!
Wang Lin's eyes were calm, and he said softly, "You haven't appeared yet?"