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Tianmo slowly opened his eyes, and his thoughts suddenly changed, completely becoming Wu Yuansi, while Chu Li's identity became a passerby, as if it was just a memory in his mind.
The black-haired old man said slowly: "Wu Yuansi, you came back from Tianwaitian, do you still plan to go back?"
Chu Li shook his head and said: "I don't want to go back. Although Tianwai Tian is good, it is not as good as here."
"What's wrong?" the black-haired old man asked.
Chu Li said: "By nature, people are hypocritical, selfish and cunning, and it is difficult to have a heart to heart."
"Hmm, then have you ever killed a celestial being in the outer world?"
"Killed, ten."
"Are you dissatisfied with the sect?"
"have."
"What's the point of dissatisfaction?"
"Being too conservative, only defending without attacking, being too honest, I will be bullied!"
"Did you kill Mo Zhixuan?"
"yes."
"How did you kill him?"
"He dressed up as Senior Brother Huang, and I dressed up as Leng Yuezong Qiu Mingliang. He wanted to plot against me, but I plotted against him and killed him first."
"Do you want to practice the Flying God and Demon Art?"
"yes."
"What do you want to do after you master the Flying God and Demon Art?"
"Clean up the Xuanxin Sect, suppress the Xuanxin Sect, and make the sect famous!"
The black-haired old man turned to look at the silver-haired old man.
The silver-haired old man had been staring at the bronze mirror in his hand without saying a word since they started talking. Then he raised his head, glanced at Chu Li, and said calmly: "Wu Yuansi, you lied."
Chu Li was startled and said hurriedly: "Senior, I..."
"You really don't want to go back to the outer world?" the silver-haired old man said in a deep voice.
Chu Li hesitated and shook his head helplessly: "I want to go back."
"Why do you want to go back?" The silver-haired old man frowned.
He thought that the disciple in front of him was just like before, coveting the prosperity of the outer world.
Chu Li said: "I want to return to the Holy Land of Light and steal the second volume of the Great Light Sutra! ... What I want to do must be done!"
The silver-haired old man smiled, shook his head and said: "You can't think like this. How can everything go as planned in the world and you can do whatever you want!"
Chu Li hummed: "The Bright Land is indeed difficult to deal with, but I think I can steal it!"
The silver-haired old man turned to look at the black-haired old man, shook his head and said: "You are too stubborn, and you will definitely suffer in the future."
The black-haired old man nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, when do you want to learn the Flying God and Demon Art?"
"The sooner the better." Chu Li said hurriedly: "Xuanxin Sect will definitely kill me. If you learn the Flying God and Demon Art, you won't be afraid of their assassination!"
"Okay, come with me." The black-haired old man stood up and turned to a side door.
Chu Li got his things back first, then entered the side door, and then entered another hall.
As soon as he entered this hall, the originally stagnant internal energy began to flow and slowly recovered, but his whole body felt depressed, as if there was an invisible force restraining and squeezing himself.
Chu Li glanced at the main hall and saw a black statue in the center.
This black statue is of a middle-aged man with a solemn face and a pair of shoulders on his back, as if he is flapping his wings and flying in the sky.
After taking a few glances, he felt like he was actually there, as if he had transformed into this man and was soaring in the sky. White clouds were passing by him, the strong wind was howling, but the blood was boiling in his chest.
Chu Li quickly moved his eyes away and frowned at the old man in black.
The black-haired old man smiled and said, "How do you feel?"
"It seems to be flying." Chu Li said.
"It seems that your understanding is very good." The black-haired old man nodded with satisfaction: "This is the mental method of the Flying God and Demon Art. To understand the mental method, you need to look at this statue. This is the Feitian God and Demon Statue."
He said, taking out a thin booklet from his arms and handing it over.
Chu Li took the thin booklet with both hands: "We have practiced to the extreme, will it be like this?"
The black-haired old man nodded: "Flying through the void as if walking on flat ground is the secret of our Flying God and Demon Art."
Chu Li clasped his fists, opened the thin book and flipped through it. There were only twelve pages in total. The thoughts were complex, and the words were mysterious. Every sentence seemed to contain infinite mysteries and required careful consideration and study.
"Others can't secretly learn our Flying God and Demon Art, because they can't enter this God and Demon Palace, and they can't see the statue of the God and Demon. It's useless to have the Flying God and Demon Art, and they can't understand it." The black-haired old man smiled. He said with a proud tone: "A while ago, Mo Zhixuan came to secretly learn the martial arts of our Feitian Sect, but he still failed to learn the real secret skill and could not enter the temple."
Chu Li said: "What if he really comes in?"
"It can't pass the Wenxin Hall." The black-haired old man said with a smile: "When you enter the Wenxin Hall, your inner strength is sealed, and you have to show your true face. Plus, with the bronze Jianwenxin, there is no way to hide."
Chu Li said: "It doesn't matter if he stole our basic mental skills?"
"Our basic mental skills are similar to those of the Xuanxin Sect. The basic mental skills of all major sects are all Heavenly Demon Skills. They are very similar, so it doesn't matter if you get them." The black-haired old man waved his hands and said: "The key is still the secret martial arts, so it's not He can get his hands on it."
Chu Li nodded lightly.
"You should take your time to understand." The black-haired old man waved his hand and gently exited the hall.
Only he and a statue of gods and demons were left in the empty hall.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, but did not relax. He just let the demon in his mind close his eyes. Suddenly he became the master of his body again, not the Wu Yuansi he pretended to be.
If it weren't for my mysterious Heavenly Demon Technique, I might not have passed this level. It was really meticulous.
However, no matter how careful the defense is, there are always opportunities to take advantage of it. He still took advantage of the loopholes and had great luck.
Chu Li sat on the futon in the center of the hall and began to comprehend the Flying God and Demon Art.
The mental method and the statues of gods and demons confirmed each other, allowing him to understand the art of flying gods and demons more and more deeply.
The moon rose and the moon set. He felt that only a moment had passed, but it had already been a day and a night. There was a knock on the door outside, and Huang Heming's voice sounded: "Senior Brother Wu, it's time to eat."
Chu Li said: "Junior Brother Huang, just leave it outside."
Huang Heming said no more, and the sound of footsteps left.
Chu Li was hungry and felt that his thinking was becoming clearer and as agile as a god. The Flying God and Demon Art seemed to have another layer of heaven and earth. He suddenly realized it, and then kept digging forward, and then there was another layer of mystery.
Layer after layer, he didn’t know how many layers he had passed. He only felt that the Flying God and Demon Art was mysterious and unusual. After activating it, his body was like electricity and smoke. Going against the grain always seems to be going with the wind.
Wind and air became his partners, helping him. His body moved and remained still in just a thought. When he thought of it, he was already moving. The speed was really shocking. From the outside, it seemed like it was just a flicker, and it had already appeared in different locations.
"Senior Brother Wu, it's been three days and three nights, you should drink some water." Huang Heming's voice sounded outside again.
Chu Li appeared in front of the palace door in a flash, opened the door, and suddenly felt the dazzling light. He squinted his eyes and looked at Huang Heming: "Junior Brother Huang, thank you very much."
"Senior Brother Wu, have you understood anything?" Huang Heming asked curiously.
Chu Li seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "You have a little knowledge of the subject, but do you want to learn from each other?"
"I've learned a lot recently." Huang Heming said with a smile.
Chu Li appeared outside the hall in a flash and reached the entrance of the courtyard.
Huang Heming's face changed slightly, and he said a little unconfidently: "It's not necessary."
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