Beast

Yang Qing had only learned about fighting spirits in some classics, but they were all vague.

From the Wind Control Sect to Purgatory, I have never seen what a fighting spirit is.

From a few quotes in several classics and a few sentences mentioned by Dan Ye, we can roughly know the existence of the fighting spirit.

The fighting spirit was originally a monk, and it was formed by the combination of soul, blood essence, and spiritual roots. I am afraid only monks with personal experience can tell how it is formed. However, after transforming into a fighting spirit, I am afraid that

It’s rare to have a chance to tell.

It is said that only monks who have realized their spiritual roots have the ability to transform into a fighting spirit.

It even requires a higher level of cultivation, which means that ordinary monks cannot obtain the fighting spirit and how can they easily know it.

Knowing this, Yang Qing guessed that the black and red smoke might be the existence of the fighting spirit. First of all, when he noticed the breath of the soul, he could guess the faint meaning of chilling. The chilling sounds were all made by this soul, but maybe, maybe

The state of the soul has changed, and it is not the soul of an ordinary monk.

Furthermore, although the black and red smoke did not emit the breath of blood, the blood red color in the deep black could not be more obvious.

Yang Qing secretly thought to himself that the black in the black and red smoke was the spiritual root.

If the black and red smoke is not a fighting spirit, can you really tell what it is, a spiritual object? It may be a spiritual object that generates souls, but the appearance at this moment is also a fighting spirit-like existence. There may be other possibilities, but they are no longer possible.

It was within the scope of Yang Qing’s knowledge.

"Fighting spirit, fighting spirit"

Mumbling in his mouth, not very sure, Yang Qing closed his eyes slightly again, carefully felt the breath of black and red smoke, and repeatedly compared it with the blood-suppressing breath.

He has long thought about taking the path of black and red smoke if possible, so that he can have strong strength. With a chilling sound, he can directly weaken the high-grade Guishui Pure Lotus from the spiritual level to the high-grade true level. Such strength

, it must be difficult for monks in the later stages of realization to do this.

Now, Zunpin Kunhun has been born with the spirit and qualifications to kill, and the black and red smoke also has the spirit and qualifications to kill.

In this way, the previous ideas are more likely to be realized.

"The breaths are similar!"

Yang Qing, whose eyes were slightly closed, muttered as usual.

He was very familiar with the breath of blood-suppressing breath, so he used it to distinguish the breath of black and red smoke, and he thought he would be right.

But the smells of the two are just similar, not exactly the same.

Yang Qing feels that even if the Taoist imprints contained in the two are consistent, they cannot have exactly the same aura. What's more, no two spiritual objects have the same Taoist imprints. Even if there is no deviation in the Taoist imprints, there will be

The difference between mysterious depths.

Continue to carefully examine the smell of black and red smoke and distinguish the differences.

And, rely on one's own understanding to understand its Taoist imprint, or Taoist imprint.

Although Yang Qing doesn't know how the fighting spirit is formed, he has some guesses. When the spiritual root becomes solid, the spiritual root has the Tao mark, and the monk's soul has the Tao mark. Perhaps it is because of the Tao mark of the spiritual root,

Only when the soul is imprinted with Taoism can the soul be integrated into the spiritual root.

But in the end, there must be Taoist understanding contained in it, no matter whether the black and red smoke contains the Taoist imprint or the Taoist imprint.

Yang Qing wanted to use this to distinguish the essential differences between the black and red smoke and the blood-suppressing breath.

There is no distraction in mind, and the whole mind is aware.

The high-quality true soul transforms into the high-quality Kun soul, and has the spirit and qualifications to kill. If you repeatedly feel the black and red smoke with your spiritual consciousness, you will not be shocked by the faint chilling meaning it emits. You will not be afraid or flinch. Feel

Dezi is very focused and careful.

For nearly a stick of incense, Yang Qing followed the breath of the soul, as if after breaking through the layers of fog, he found the existence of Taoist understanding in the black and red smoke. It was neither like the clearer imprint of Taoism in spiritual objects.

It's not like the almost imperceptible imprint of Taoism in the soul, but it also seems to be similar to both.

This understanding of Taoism exists in the soul that is no longer a soul, and also exists in the smoke.

It also seems that the soul and the smoke are connected by the blood-red color in the smoke. Without this blood-red color, they would not be able to merge together without any gaps, so that the soul is no longer a soul, and the smoke is no longer a soul.

There's smoke.

This discovery solidified his idea that the black and red smoke was a war spirit.

Don’t think too much, and carefully comprehend the Taoist understanding contained in the black and red smoke.

Yang Qing is cultivating for the Realization Realm. As long as the Tao Dharma does not deviate greatly from the combination of hardness and softness, he can understand it a little bit. Although this kind of Tao Dharma understanding is not as clear as the Tao Dharma imprint, his realm is after all for the Realization Realm.

In reality, it is still possible to distinguish between blurs.

"It's not about being strong and soft at the same time!"

After some understanding and differentiation, I found that within the Taoist understanding of the black and red smoke, the part on the edge of the Taoism is not both hard and soft, but what it is exactly is impossible to know. After all, it is only the edge of the Taoism and must be influenced by the Taoism.

Influenced by the essence of Tao and Dharma within the understanding of Dharma.

We can only speculate based on this, that the understanding of Taoism at the edge of Taoism is related to hardness and softness, and it is also related to the conduct of Taoism.

Yang Qing secretly felt in his heart that it seemed that a certain profession was tending towards hardness and softness, and that it emphasized hardness over softness.

This is not in line with his way of combining hardness and softness in the Dingling Realm. He is a little disappointed in his heart. He continues to understand the Taoism in the black and red smoke except for the edge of the Taoism. That is already the essence of the Taoism. His realm is not enough.

, just achieve the mutual exchange of hardness and softness, but have not yet understood the essence of Taoism.

Fortunately, Suxue Breath is already at the lower level of the spiritual level, and the Taoist imprint contained in it is as Yang Qing wishes, and he has been promoted to the level of Duzun Destruction.

Next, he used his blood-suppressing solemnity to destroy part of the Taoist mark, repeatedly contrasting it with the black and red smoke.

At this moment, the Taoist imprint contained in Su Xue's breath is beyond Yang Qing's understanding. He is also unclear about the Taoist imprint of the destruction part of the Duzun. Moreover, the Taoist imprint inside the black and red smoke is really not clear, as if it is covered with a veil.

Generally, such a comparison is very difficult.

Moreover, Taoism is so mysterious that it can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. If you want to make such a comparison, you only need to constantly understand it and use it to distinguish and compare it.

Yang Qing paid special attention to the black and red smoke, and he didn't care about bothering to understand and ponder.

The entire seven days were spent pondering over and comparing.

There was no progress in understanding the difference between the black and red smoke and the Taoist mark of the destruction part of Suxue Breath. However, he noticed that the black and red smoke sometimes swayed with his spiritual consciousness. Although it was subtle, Yang

Qing is concentrating on comprehending and distinguishing, so naturally he will not miss anything.

However, for some reason, when he deliberately manipulated the black and red smoke to swing, it didn't react at all.

Yang Qing frowned and opened his eyes. After seven days of hard work, he failed to achieve anything. He realized that it was difficult to accurately distinguish the difference and consistency between the black and red smoke and the blood-suppressing breath based on his understanding at the moment.

, the best way is to comprehend all the Taoist imprints contained in Suxue Breath, and then compare them. At that time, even if the Taoist imprints in the black and red smoke are very unclear, as long as there are similarities and similarities, it will be clear.

can be distinguished.

Putting aside this idea for the time being, he then brought his breath close to the black and red smoke.

"Chichi!"

As soon as the black and red smoke came into contact with the blood-suppressing breath, the blood-suppressing breath was shaken away.

Although the blood-suppressing breath was not damaged at all, it was unable to swallow even a tiny bit of the black and red smoke.

Yang Qing frowned deeper. He was not sure whether the black and red smoke had the Taoist understanding of destruction. He was also unable to swallow the black and red smoke with his blood-suppressing breath. At this moment, it seemed that only the black and red smoke sometimes swayed with his spiritual consciousness.

There are traces to follow.

After thinking for a moment, he poured most of his consciousness into the black and red smoke, wrapping it airtight.

The consciousness moved like a dense force, but it passed through the black and red smoke without any hindrance. In this way, the black and red smoke only swayed slightly.

Yang Qing didn't take it seriously, and his spiritual consciousness wrapped the black and red smoke tightly again, brewing the aura and ability to kill.

"clank!"

A chilling sound lingered in the sea of ​​consciousness.

At this time, the black and red smoke tightly wrapped in spiritual consciousness also suddenly sounded a murderous sound.

The two chilling sounds were both quiet and almost inaudible outside the body.

Gradually, the attic returned to silence without any sound.

And the body seemed to be filled with the sound of killing.

Looking again at the left arm where the same chilling sound lingers, the consciousness is slowly closing in the black and red smoke.

Although he did not use all his energy and qualifications to kill, Yang Qing still felt exhausted after a long time.

In this way, it took about a while to touch the tea cup.

Yang Qing felt like he had scattered more than ten fire souls at this moment, and he was hit by waves of dizziness. In his left arm, his consciousness had tightly wrapped the black and red smoke in one place, as if he was holding it with both hands.

Like a stone.

Just like divine consciousness, the black and red smoke are all entities.

"clank!"

The sound of murder still resounded in the sea of ​​consciousness, left arm.

Yang Qing, who was suffering from waves of dizziness, kept urging his spirit and qualifications to kill. He couldn't help but feel a little confused. He felt that if he relied on his spiritual consciousness, he could take the black and red smoke to the side, or even take it away from the body. However, he didn't know

What's the point of doing this?

All that can be done now is to continue to activate the soul and qualifications to kill, hoping that the kill of the noble Kunhun and the kill of the black and red smoke will create some kind of connection.

"clank!"

Yang Qing carried the dizziness and urged his spirit and qualifications to kill, while the black and red smoke responded to the sound of killing.

Finally, the chilling sounds of the two merged into one.

Almost at this moment, the blood-red color in the black-red smoke suddenly became brighter, and suddenly, a phantom of a bull-headed, dragon-horned beast could be seen roaring furiously.

This is not the end, just the beginning.

The black and red smoke actually changed with this phantom, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a small black and red beast with a bull's head and a dragon's horns.

The little black and red beast's eyes were dull and it roared silently.

He actually disappeared under the wrap of divine consciousness.

Yang Qing, who watched this scene in amazement, knew that the little black and red beast was still in his left arm, so he stopped activating the killing sound, and the consciousness in his left arm also evacuated.

"Tattoo?" Yang Qing rolled up the robe on his left arm and muttered to himself in surprise. He saw a palm-sized tattoo on his left arm, and then asked with surprise and surprise, "This is... the mythical beast Prisoner Ox, Prisoner Ox."

Tattoo!?" (To be continued.)