Great Dao Ji

Since inheriting Wang Yangming's philosophy of mind, An Qisheng has learned everything much faster.

He has fully developed his amazing talent in the spiritual realm.

After entering the Jiufu Realm, whether it is the nameless boy's skill of Wang Quan Laodao, or the later Dragon and Tiger Pure Yang Qi, the Soul-stealing Method, and the Tianyi Soul-stealing Sutra, he can learn them all at once, with almost no obstacles.

The Ferris Wheel Method is no exception.

In fact, because of his countless dreams, he is much faster in practicing this Ferris Wheel Method than other martial arts!

In just two months, he has broken through the three realms of "seeing people", "seeing me", and "seeing all living beings", and entered the fourth realm of "seeing heaven and earth" of the Ferris Wheel Method!

Da~

An Qisheng tapped the table with his fingers.

Substantial ripples splashed at the junction of his finger surface and the table, and spread out like concentric circles.

It seems that the space he is in has turned into water!

Ripples and sound waves echoed on the ‘water surface’.

“This is”

The Buddhist beads in the old monk’s hand paused slightly.

He felt that the figure of the old Taoist priest, who was an arm’s length away, suddenly rose and grew larger. No, the old Taoist priest did not change, but he himself was shrinking and becoming smaller and smaller.

Was he pulled into the spiritual world by him?

The old monk’s face was shaken, and the Buddhist beads polished from the relics of the monks in his hand were almost crushed.

Startled, the old monk stood up suddenly, and the Buddhist beads in his hand suddenly shone brightly.

Om~

It was like a small sun rising.

But even though the light was shining everywhere, and the infinite light and heat instantly penetrated all directions, the slowly reverberating ripples were still spreading.

Even as the light and heat exploded, the spread was even more violent.

And the increasingly tall figure, who was an arm’s length away from him, seemed to be in another spatial dimension, and was not affected at all.

"How is this possible!"

The old monk's wrinkled face showed a touch of shock.

The string of Buddhist beads in his hand was made of the relics left by the great monks of the Zhuanlun Temple after their death. It was the foundation for him to further peek into the divine veins!

Similarly, it was also an important support for him to activate the spiritual world with his Qi and meridians.

It can magnify his "god" several times, and has a very powerful effect on breaking all spiritual arts.

He once used this treasure to take on the "Vacuum Hometown" of Mrs. Bai Lian, the head of the White Lotus Demon Sect.

But at this moment, it didn't break the spiritual world of the old Taoist priest?

This old Taoist priest actually learned the Zhuanlun method, and learned it more deeply than himself?

How is this possible?

The old monk's shocked face was reflected in the light of the burning flame.

"Don't even think about it!"

The surging heart was instantly suppressed by him. The old monk sat down with his sleeves swaying, his eyes closed, and chanted Buddhist scriptures in the soft golden light while the Buddhist beads were turning.

Having practiced the Wheel of Heaven for decades, he knew the power of spiritual warfare.

If he was not careful, his soul would be shattered and turned into ashes, and he would not even be able to enter the Buddhaland of his teacher, the Wheel of Heaven.

"Will it work if you concentrate your mind?"

An Qisheng's eyes dropped, looking down at the old monk who was as small as an ant on the ground.

Pah~

He slowly raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Buzz~

The pure and vast spiritual power was like a sudden uproar on the surging river and sea, which instantly destroyed the spiritual world constructed by the old monk and completely submerged him.

Since he started practicing the Ferris Wheel of Heaven, he has thought about how to construct his own spiritual world.

In the past, the great demon constructed the Blood Sea Hell. Anyone who was dragged into it by him often had to endure thousands of human tortures, using the most severe punishment to break the enemy's spirit.

In order to achieve the effect of completely ravaging the enemy's spirit and soul.

But for him, who had lived two lives and experienced two information explosion eras, this was too simple.

What was the point of just doing this?

If you want to kill someone, fists and palms are enough. To kill someone, destroying the body is enough. Why bother with this wheel method?

Therefore, at the beginning of his practice, he had countless thoughts on how to maximize the effect of this Ferris wheel method.

After several months of thinking, the prototype finally appeared.

This old monk came just in time, just in time to experiment.

Hualala~

While the rolling spiritual tide submerged everything, the old monk opened his eyes in shock.

He was beaten out of his state of concentration.

As his heart was shaking, he suddenly found that he was standing on a square that looked like white jade.

And at an infinite height, two eyes like the sun and the moon were flowing down:

"Welcome to

my world!"

Boom!

It was like the roar of heavenly music. The old monk felt his heart tremble violently, and he didn't know where he was.

The next moment, his spirit was completely submerged.

When he opened his eyes again.

What caught his eyes was a house with old walls, a mottled roof, and a rough face with an inexplicable surprise.

Who am I?

Where is this?

Who are they?

"This child is a little ugly"

"Newborn babies are all wrinkled like this."

"It will be better when you grow up"

Words that he had never heard before, but understood naturally, rang in his ears.

He turned his neck with difficulty and saw a woman leaning on the bed with a tired and loving face.

"Da Lang is looking at me!"

The woman smiled weakly and looked at the man:

"Wu Lang, you haven't named your child yet."

"How can I come up with a name if I don't know a few Chinese characters? When I save some money, I'll ask a gentleman to come up with a name."

The man hesitated for a moment and then said:

"Now, please call me Dalang, Wu Dalang."

‘Wu Dalang’

A hint of drowsiness filled his spirit and he fell into a deep sleep.

Pain may not be the only thing that can break your spirit, there are many other ways.

In the dimly lit depths of the soul, Dao Yitu blooms under the radiance of water.

An Qisheng slowly turned over a white jade-like scroll in his hand. As his thoughts turned, the pictures in the scroll kept changing.

His current mental state is not enough to outline a perfect world.

In fact, even the huge skyscrapers of the past are not enough to outline a complete world.

Da Motian also knows this, so he just outlines a sea of ​​​​blood hell and uses torture to simply and brutally torture the enemy's mind and spirit.

If the enemy collapses, he will take advantage of the situation to rewrite his soul and tamper with his memory.

And even if the enemy survives, they will inevitably suffer indelible losses.

Because mental confrontation itself is a loss to the 'god', after being severely injured, it is naturally easy to kill him.

But precisely because it is too single-minded, it is easy to suffer big losses when you meet people who really don't take the pain into their hearts and are extremely determined.

This was also the reason why he was beheaded by the Dragon Bird Sword Master.

With such a lesson learned from the past, An Qisheng thought more about his own spiritual world. He was not able to outline a complete spiritual world at this time, nor did he want to outline a punishment world with no potential like the big Ferris wheel. land.

It's very simple. First outline a corner, and see the big from the small, so you can improve it step by step.

"This old monk's mind is indeed firm, and his spirit is rare and pure. At least he can last longer."

An Qisheng looked at the scroll.

With his current spirit, it would be easy to defeat the old monk in one go, but such a simple and crude method would be too much of a waste of such a precious test subject.

The old monk's mental strength was enough to last for a long time.

However, An Qisheng is not in a hurry. Having lived in two lifetimes, what he lacks the most is ‘stories’.

But there is no rush.

The struggle and tempering of each other's spirits is also of great benefit to one's own spirit.

It's a pity that even if he doesn't want to easily destroy the old monk's spirit, in his spiritual world, even if he does nothing, his spirit will be weakened.

I have a physical body as a support, and my energy can supplement it.

The old monk who cut off the connection between his body and spirit could only become weaker and weaker until he was completely wiped out.

Phew~

On the official road illuminated by light, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

Before the official road, everything was deserted. Where were the teahouse guests, horses and goods?

There was just an old monk standing in the middle of the official road with his hands folded.

Everything is an illusion.

"A mental duel is much more dangerous than a head-on fight."

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He noticed the old monk when he first appeared. At that time, he was still one mile away, but at this time, he was no more than ten feet away from him.

The mental duel between the two seemed slow, but in fact it only took a few seconds.

If you really want to be mentally affected in a head-on duel, losing consciousness for a moment can mean the difference between life and death.

However, his 'god' was stronger than that of the old monk, and he still had three points left in the duel. Even though the old monk had not been enveloped by his spiritual world, he could not hurt him.

But if he had met this old monk a few months ago, when his internal organs and meridians had not yet condensed, it would have been anyone's guess who would win.

The old monk stood on the official road with his hands clasped, his robes swaying in the breeze, as if nothing was different.

But in his deep-set eye sockets, his eyes were filled with holes, losing all color.

"You are so bad at Zhuanlun Law, but you still have the courage to show off."

After muttering slightly to himself, An Qisheng picked up the string of relic beads from his hand.

The monks of Zhuanlun Temple are famous for their lack of possessions, and this old monk is even more so. Apart from this string of Buddhist beads, only his cassock is slightly valuable.

"What a prototype of a divine weapon, but it's a pity that it's not suitable for me."

An Qisheng put away his beads, walked past the old monk, and walked away into the distance in the breeze.

Phew~

Behind him, a ray of fire danced on the cassock like a snake, and then swallowed the old monk whole.

Under the stream of light and shadow, blazing torches burned on the official road.

Until it burns to ashes.

Chapter 2, continue writing Chapter 3, it may cause a lot of trouble for middle-aged men, and there is no solution.