Dao Fruit

This whisper, like a breeze, blows over, sneaks into the heart, and plants a seed in the heart, soft, warm, giving people a lazy feeling.

Qiu Yan instantly had the idea of ​​going with the flow, open-minded, unrestrained, and his spiritual realm seemed to have improved!

"Interesting! The voice that sneaks into the soul creates an artistic conception that is somewhat similar to the effect of the inner demon. No! It's not similar, but a prototype. As long as it develops, it will soon spontaneously grow into an inner demon, or attract an outer demon!"

Facing the change in his state of mind, Qiu Yan was like an outsider, commenting on the induction, without any panic. Then, the way of literary mind surged out of his soul, and he knew and acted separately and combined. He rolled it up and wrapped up this foreign artistic conception, refined it, and passed it into the hole in the soul, and was swallowed and merged by the inner demon!

Then, his soul turned around and rushed towards the center of the sand and dust!

In the center of the sand, there was a huge black shadow roaring and screaming. The roars were layered, like echoes, as if thousands of people were shouting at the same time, giving people an indescribable sense of weirdness.

Qiu Yan looked at it intently and noticed that although the shape of the black shadow kept changing, it was generally motionless. It was about four or five stories high and occupied most of the space on the mountainside.

"Who is this person? He got out of the difficult situation so quickly."

Beside the black shadow, two figures were shuttling back and forth, but they were a man and a woman. The man was not young, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. The woman looked like a man dressed as a woman, with a fair face, wearing a long gown and Confucian clothes, revealing a white neck. Unfortunately, the headscarf was gone long ago, and her hair was scattered on her shoulders, revealing her true gender. She was thinking to ask.

The perception of the two people covered one side, noticing the arrival of Qiu Yan, Zhou Meng, and Huang Xun, and witnessed the three souls being enveloped by the artistic conception emitted by the black shadow.

This state of mind, called "difficult state", is taken from the voices and thoughts of countless people. It is calmer than the inner demon, but it is more influential. The inner demon distorts people's thinking, while the difficult state triggers people's instincts, and in a subtle way, it makes people lose resistance.

However, this is for ordinary people. For those who have condensed the Dao Heart Fist, they can only be disturbed by the difficult state for a while. If they want to get rid of it completely, they only need to spend some time. But at the moment, Qiu Yan was covered by the black fog, and it took less than a breath to break it.

In contrast, Zhou Meng and Huang Xun were entangled by the black fog, and their souls fluctuated. Before they could completely settle down, there was a sharp contrast.

"This person is called Qiu Yan. He has recently entered the forest and has opened up a way. I happened to meet him when I went down the mountain, so I invited him." At this time, Bei Xuan had already flown to the front and briefly introduced him.

The woman chuckled: "Wen Pi Yi Dao? Qiu Yan? I have never heard of this name. Compared to you, my cousin, who has better literary talent?"

As she spoke, a black fog suddenly rushed over, covering the three figures, and hundreds of figures were swimming in the black fog.

"Now is not the time to discuss literary talent..."

Bei Xuan's thoughts were like swords, driving the wind to break through the black fog. Bei Xuan and the other two came out one after another, and then dispersed, each of them issued their will and rushed towards the black fog! Various scenes appeared in the mind, each different, and when they came into contact with the black fog, they burst into a completely different artistic conception!

At the same time, Qiu Yan also came to the black shadow. At such a close distance, the interference of sand and soil on perception and vision was minimal, and Qiu Yan could clearly see the true appearance of this black shadow.

I saw the black fog surging on its surface, fluctuating, and condensing into human figures from time to time. The human figures were either baring their teeth and claws, or struggling and howling, revealing emotions such as mania, confusion, and confusion.

"Is this 'difficult'? It's really different from the guards I imagined. They don't look like living beings, but rather like the collection of thoughts of all living beings..." Thinking about it, Qiu Yan noticed that below the black shadow, the mountainside was full of gravel, and a cave could be vaguely seen, but the black fog rolled and covered it.

"Could it be the book mine cave?"

Huh!

As he was thinking, suddenly a column of air twisted from black smoke rushed over with surging momentum.

The column was shining, as if it was made of fine iron. This was not an illusion, but the thoughts condensed in it were too many, too thick, and too dense. Under compression, it was like a substance!

Immediately, countless voices rang in my ears, and all kinds of illusions emerged in my mind--

The sound of complaining and giving up penetrated into my soul, and in a trance, it seemed that a ten-thousand-foot peak was lying in front of me, slowly falling.

The feeling of being difficult to ascend to heaven was extremely strong. It was originally an illusory feeling, but it gave rise to a tremendous force. As the air column rushed over, that force, once it hit Qiu Yan, would probably tear his soul into pieces!

At this moment, Bei Xuan's voice came from afar and entered Qiu Yan's ears——

"The 'difficult beast' hurts people with thoughts. It seems invisible, but it is in line with the power of heaven. If there is any thought of dodging or retreating in the heart, it will seize the opportunity to enter and hit the soul. This Shilin is a world formed by thoughts. Here, our souls are equivalent to the body. Once hit, it is no less than the physical body..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Qiu Yan raise his hand and slap the air column. With a "dang" sound, a large piece of black fog was directly smashed!

"What a strong will!"

Behind Qiu Yan, Zhou Meng and Huang Xun, who had gotten rid of the black fog, exclaimed. They knew that this seemed to be a brute force, but there was no flesh and blood in Shilin, so how could there be any brute force?

Here, everyone is a soul, and punches and kicks rely not on strength but on will. The stronger the will, the harder the fist.

The column of black mist emitted by the "Hard Beast" is mixed with endless human thoughts. It seems scattered, but it is extremely dense. It condenses together and impacts like a newly released cannonball. It is rare to be able to withstand it, let alone With a head-to-head confrontation, with one move, it will be broken into pieces?

"If it were you and me, we could only recite the scriptures silently, stick to our hearts, dodge without thinking, and find opportunities to counterattack. But this person did not dodge or dodge, and succeeded with one blow, just with this hand , it will surpass you and me. It seems that what the Zhan brothers said is not an exaggeration." Zhou Meng said with emotion.

Zhou and Huang had a close relationship with Sun Yong, and then learned about Qiu Yan and others from the Zhan brothers. They paid attention to Qiu Yan. Now that they saw this scene, they immediately believed Wen Piyi's story. Eighty percent.

Saying one thousand or saying ten thousand is not as intuitive as the facts.

Huang Xun compared Qiu Yan and Bei Xuan: "This attack mainly reflects personal will and does not involve much knowledge. However, the stronger a person's will, the more determined he will be to learn, and he will naturally achieve success. extraordinary."

The two of them talked with their thoughts, flew in the air, and avoided the invasion of the black mist. Soon they were on one side, each inspired their thoughts, and forced them towards the black mist!

On the other side, the woman was also surprised by Qiu Yan's performance, but she quickly calmed down and said: "Everyone, please use your will to attack the beast and keep the black fog from dispersing, so that the little woman can take action and subdue it!"

"Oh? I didn't expect that the main attacker in this confrontation was not Beixuan. What is the origin of this woman?"

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan did not stop, imagining that his consciousness condensed into a spear and stabbed outward!

Uh-huh!

The flying sand around his soul was forced back, and then a cold light came out of his body!

At this moment, Qiu Yan's thoughts became a spear, the tenacity of his thoughts became the rod, the hardness of his will became the head, and the sharpness of his intentions became the tip!

Cold light streaked across the sky! Break into the smoke of the beast and go deep into it!

The next moment, thousands of thoughts were transmitted to him. Qiu Yan's sharp thoughts seemed to fall into a quagmire, and his progress became more and more difficult. However, he did not have the slightest intention of retreating, and continued to move forward, constantly capturing the artistic conception and analyzing it along the way.

"So that's it. No wonder Beixuan said that this thing can replace the physical body's energy and blood, allowing the soul to advance. It turns out there is something else..." After thinking about it, he changed his mind again, and the way of knowledge and action spread out, dispelling a large number of difficult situations. , shaking a place of smoke and dust!

For a moment, Bei Xuan, Qiu Yan, Zhou Meng, Huang Xun, the old man and the woman all sent their thoughts from six directions, piercing the beast's body and suppressing the smoke.

roar! ! !

The overlapping sound of thousands of people roaring at the same time reappeared, the smoke rolled, and the flying sand and rocks below were stirred up. The sand and dust became thicker and thicker, and thousands of thoughts exploded. The difficult mood surged and expanded like a mountain torrent and a tsunami, and the thoughts that wanted to be imposed on the body To force them to retreat would even make the six people feel fearful and withdrawn.

How can a person who can unite his literary heart stop moving forward because of temporary difficulties?

Soon, the black mist and artistic conception were suppressed.

Outside the sand, the people riding in the boats were trembling with fear. Some of them wanted to use the artistic pressure of the beasts to temper their souls and sharpen their minds in order to sublimate their spirits, but now they heard the deafening roar. , but felt panicked in my heart, almost wanting to run away!

It's a pity that the boat is in the sky and the people are in the boat. Even if the soul can fly, once it leaves the range of the boat, it will be pulled by the violent sand and dust. Let alone returning, even landing is a luxury, and it can only be pulled into it. Getting closer and closer to the black mist beast!

Everyone knew this, so even though they were horrified, they could only endure it.

"These people, don't think about making any other moves for the time being."

Compared with the ugly faces of the people on the two boats, Chen Jing's expression was as usual at this time. He glanced at Tao Ying beside him and smiled slightly: "Brother Tao, please sit here. This boat is extremely strong. It comes from the literature. As long as the soul of a person who has established a new path is not destroyed, there is no need to worry about any storm."

"Chen Jing, you..." Tao Ying originally fell to the ground and rolled over, but now she has improved.

He had just been invaded by a difficult situation and found it difficult to control himself. However, the ship was blocked by Beixuan's thoughts, which slowed down the situation. Tao Ying quickly regained his breath, then closed his eyes to rest and sit on the ground to endure. Now he heard Chen Jing opened his eyes and saw the other party walking to the edge of the boat and jumping out!

"you!"

Amid the exclamations, Chen Jing's people were carried away by the strong wind, and disappeared in an instant, deep into the sand!

"What is he doing?" Tao Ying was startled. She looked intently, but could not catch Chen Jing's figure. Instead, she saw countless red threads flying in the yellow sand! (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)