Xu Ziqing's sea of consciousness is also very painful as if it is about to be burst.
But what the majestic voice said, he heard it in his ears, remembered it in his heart, and immediately settled down and discerned carefully. At this moment, he discovered that the rivers that rushed were actually formed by the gathering of avenues. These avenues did not enter his body, but passed directly without leaving any breath.
-It's just that, even if it's just passing through, there are endless pictures in that moment, which makes people full of distracting thoughts and it is difficult to extricate themselves.
As soon as Xu Ziqing distinguished it, the phantom stopped immediately, and other avenue phantoms swiftly passed by on both sides, as if they would never touch him again.
And this lingering shadow is different from Xu Ziqing's own way. The image hits over and almost overwhelms the way he has already understood, or it gets other auras on this way of own body. .
Xu Ziqing was shocked and immediately pulled out of consciousness.
The phantom rushed past again, and he hurriedly meditated again, purifying the way of his own body that was almost "polluted".
This was just a temptation. He already understood that it turned out that the phantom of this great road could not be distinguished for a long time, otherwise it would be difficult to recover his mood if he was careless. But on the contrary, if the phantom that is retained is the one that conforms to the way of the body, then it will definitely be of great help to him.
When thinking about it, Xu Ziqing's heart turned sharply, and she had to think of a way.
He suddenly realized that now he can only gather all his will, let the phantom rush through the highway, to capture the fragments of the picture passing through the moment, and immediately recognize it... Then, he will decide whether to keep the phantom or wait. A ghost.
With this assumption, Xu Ziqing concentrated on it and tried to identify it.
He tried his best to observe the phantoms of every avenue, and kept screening...
For a long time, countless phantoms of avenues have passed through, and the one he needs has not been seen. Gradually, because of the consumption of consciousness, it stings in his brain.
This is undoubtedly an opportunity, but if he doesn't seize this opportunity, he will have to adjust his breath first because he is afraid that he can't distinguish it. And if he adjusts his breath, Anzhi, when he adjusts his breath, does the phantom of the road he needs have already passed through
He seemed to be imprisoned, and his heart would inevitably be a little anxious.
-In his current state of mind, he would still be anxious because of it!
Suddenly, Xu Ziqing's eyes flashed with glaucoma, and he suddenly reacted.
No, he has lost his mind!
Xu Ziqing took a deep breath, then slowly breathed out.
At this time, his expression was calm, his previous anxiety seemed to have never appeared before, and there was no turbulence in his mood.
Finally, after an unknown period of time, Xu Ziqing's heartstrings tightened as the phantom of a avenue was whizzing past, and he reached into the spiritual sense, and kept it!
It turns out that above the phantom of the avenue, what is conveyed is a meaning of life and death, as if the colors are black and white, vaguely opposed, and seem to have a sense of transformation. Although this is not the same as his own way, there is no doubt that the great atmosphere contained in it is quite similar.
It can be comprehended.
This way of life and death, the black person is dead and silent, the white person is bright, death is cold, and life is pure. Although it is similar to the way of life and death derived by Xu Ziqing, it is also very different.
However, with the help of this phantom of the avenue, Xu Ziqing realized another avenue of pure life and death, not about reincarnation, but only about life and death. The opposites are distinct... Vaguely, Xu Ziqing felt a little bit, as if this way of life and death belonged to him. The path of reincarnation of life and death has the same branches.
For a moment, Xu Ziqing was a little stunned.
Although he is extremely confident in the way of his own body, the phantoms of the great roads here should have been left by those who once cultivated immortals, and they must have been successfully flying immortals after they were cultivated, but now they seem to be more shallow than the ways he cultivated. Little, why doesn't this surprise him
Perhaps for this reason, after he realized for a while, the truth contained in the phantom of this great avenue, and those related to the way he cultivated, were not long seen by him clearly, filling in the way of his body, adding The body's understanding of the way of the body.
Then, there is no gain.
Xu Ziqing moved in her heart, relaxed her mind, let go of the phantom of this avenue, and then let it pass through countless other phantoms of the avenue quickly.
It was about that he had realized one thing before, so that his consciousness was restored, and now he realized the other things again, and it was a lot clearer and easier.
Gradually, Xu Ziqing realized that in many of these phantoms of the avenue, many of them were actually similar.
For example, the black-and-white way of life and death just now, and later he also grasped and understood the way of life and death, and the way of making life and death, there is the way of life and death... Among them, the cycle of life and death is the most similar, but, There is also a lack of dependence on everything, and the artistic conception of reincarnation exchange is still lacking.
But there is no doubt that Xu Ziqing's understanding of the way of the body is indeed deeper and clearer in so many similar phantoms of the great road.
In his eyes, countless mysteries also flashed out of the ground.
Unexpectedly, although there are many ways of life and death, but there is a meaning of reincarnation, I have never seen...
Xu Ziqing remained unmoved, as steady as a rock, and continued to capture the phantom of the new avenue.
It is far from reaching his limit.
On the other end, Yun Yu, like Xu Ziqing, was also impacted by countless phantoms of the road at that moment.
Compared with his junior, Yunxun’s own will is more indestructible, and because he is a sword repairer, the soul and sword intent are merged into the soul of the sword, which is the evil spirit, the consciousness is stable, and it is impossible at all. shake.
At the same time, his ability to withstand those shocks is much stronger than Fa Xiu.
When the phantom of the avenue passed through the body, Yun Yu felt a little tentatively, and had incorporated the image into the sea of consciousness, and immediately released his consciousness, and then incorporated it into the second and third paths.
After repeating this and doing it several times, after all, a kendo was quickly gathered.
This kendo is the killing kendo, but it is not the ruthless killing kendo, but the Shura killing kendo. Among them, countless Shura rushed out and turned into countless hideous heads, cut across by the bloody sword intent, and then turned into ashes, disappearing in smoke, and it was extremely terrifying.
The killing intent is awe-inspiring, and the killing is indestructible, so that those who are watching the sword will turn into a pair of blood pupils, taking countless evil auras into themselves, and taking countless murderous intents for their own use!
The cloud is like a rock, unmoving.
Shura's killing swordsmanship, Shura's killing swordsmanship, the years of killing are like blood, and all of them have been learned and comprehended by him. Then the black gold light flashed in his eyes, and the void in front of him was swept away by the sword intent in his eyes. It seemed that the space had been chopped up immediately, forming numerous fine and dense cracks, almost about to collapse.
But soon, it bridged again.
Yun Yu retracted his mind, released that Shura Slaughter Sword, and then came to immerse himself in his consciousness, looking for other Slaughter Swords.
Therefore, there was Burning Heaven and Killing Sword, Blood Hate Killing Sword, Fumo Killing Sword, and Raksha Killing Sword... There is always hatred in the sky, and the seven emotions and six desires are merged in the killing intent, and it is inevitable to enter the magical way.
After the whole body was enlightened, Yun Yu also came to find the way to kill.
At this time, it is not limited to kendo, anyone who has the meaning of merciless killing must learn and understand.
The more phantoms of the great avenue that he can learn from, the more beneficial to his own way, the more he fills it up, the deeper he can realize and integrate thousands of experiences into his body.
In fact, the two brothers didn't spend a few hours before, and they were already deeply settled, and they firmly planted their foundations in the torrent of shadows on the boundless avenue.
And many other outstanding geniuses in the big world have their own understanding and performance.
If someone is also in this temple and outside the torrent, he can see in the fog of countless pictures, like countless heavy waves, wave after wave, surging constantly, and beating.
Wherever the wave hits, there is a monk who shows a vision.
In the beginning, those monks tried their own way, and naturally there was no response. After a long time, they were different.
Among them was a gentle and amiable young monk dressed in Tsing Yi, frowning at first, seemingly incomprehensible, but soon he introduced a lot of mist, and the blue light all over his body appeared. Gradually the blue light disappeared, and the young monk turned pale, as if he was about to be unable to hold it. However, after a short while, his eyes were filled with blue light, and he suddenly became rich, burst out, and took his whole body. They are all wrapped up, just like silkworm cocoons.
Later, there was a wave rushing, gathering around him, and many avenues and shadows were drawn... He seemed to have found a certain rhythm and resonated with the wave.
The general reaction to him was another sword repairman in white.
That Jian Xiu was an unmoving faction, no matter how the phantom of the Great Dao impacted, it was all outrageous. And his eyes were cold, and black gold light was born, and it suddenly dispersed, attracting a lot of white mist, either straight through, or being greeted by him with light, inside the containment body.
Not long after, more white mists are coming, and the waves are raging. Around him, there is a sense of collapse of a lot of space, as if it has also turned him into a sharp sword. After the sword qi overflows, it can cause ten directions. Vibrating.
The visions of the two are very special.
In this hall, naturally it is not only the two of them who can give birth to visions.
There are also handsome young men with red hair and red eyebrows, who rarely wrap themselves up as a fire man; there are those who form a double shadow of light and darkness, which is amazing; there are blood and light all over the body, but the blood and light are pure. Incomparably, it turns into a blood-colored ribbon and dances with it; there is a beautiful woman, the seven orifices make the sound of birds singing, and she is wearing a hundred birds, which is indeterminate and very moving...
But there were also people who suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, he had fallen on the futon, and was pushed by the white mist, out of the torrent.