The Transmigrator’s Cultivation

Xu Ziqing was startled, and immediately pulled out his consciousness.

The phantom rushed over again in an instant, and he hurriedly meditated again, purifying the way of his body that was almost "polluted" just now.

This is just a temptation. He already understands that it turns out that the phantom of the avenue cannot be distinguished for a long time. Otherwise, if one is not careful, it will be difficult for him to recover his state of mind. But on the contrary, if the phantom that is retained is the one that is compatible with the way of his own body, then it will definitely be of great help to him.

While thinking about it, Xu Ziqing's thoughts turned sharply, and he came up with a solution.

He suddenly realized that now he can only gather all his will, let the phantom of the avenue wash away, to capture the fragment of the picture that passed through the moment, and immediately recognize it... Then, decide whether to keep the phantom or wait. The next ghost.

After thinking about it like this, Xu Ziqing gathered to meet God and tried his best to identify it.

He tried his best to observe every phantom of the avenue, constantly screening...

For a long time, countless avenues of phantoms had passed through, but the one he needed had never been seen. Gradually, due to the consumption of consciousness, his brain tingled.

This is undoubtedly an opportunity, but if this opportunity is not seized again, I am afraid that he will not be able to distinguish it, so he must first adjust the breath. And if he adjusts his breath, An Zhi, when he adjusts his breath, will the phantom of the avenue he needs already pass through?

He seemed to be imprisoned, and his heart was inevitably a little anxious.

——With his current state of mind, he is still anxious because of this!

Suddenly, a blue light flashed in Xu Ziqing's eyes, and he suddenly reacted.

No, he has lost his mind!

Xu Ziqing took a deep breath and let out a slow sigh.

At this time, his expression was calm, the previous anxiety seemed to have never appeared, and his mood was not disturbed.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Xu Ziqing's heartstrings tensed when a phantom on the avenue whizzed past, and he penetrated into his consciousness and kept it!

It turns out that on the phantom of this avenue, it conveys a kind of meaning of life and death, like black and white, vaguely opposed, and seems to have a sense of transformation. Although this is not the same as his own way, there is no doubt that the aura of the Dao contained in it is quite similar.

It can be understood.

This way of life and death, the black people are dead silent, the white people are bright and vast, the death energy is cold, and the vitality 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, Xu Ziqing realized another pure way of life and death. It doesn't talk about reincarnation, only life and death. The way he realized the cycle of life and death has the same branches.

For a time, Xu Ziqing was a little stunned.

Although he is very confident in his own way, the phantoms of the Dao here should all be left over from those who once cultivated immortals, and they must have succeeded in becoming immortals after cultivation, but now it seems to be more shallow than the way he cultivated. Little, why didn't this surprise him?

Perhaps it is also for this reason that after a while, he realized that the truth contained in the phantom of this avenue, related to the way he cultivated, was clearly seen by him after a while, and filled it into the way of his own body. The self-understanding of the way of the self.

Then, nothing more.

Xu Ziqing's heart moved, he relaxed his consciousness, let go of the phantom of this avenue, and then let the countless other phantoms of the avenue pass quickly.

It was probably because he had realized one thing before, so that his consciousness was restored. Now that he realized the other, he was much more awake and much easier.

Gradually, Xu Ziqing realized that among these many phantoms of the Great Dao, 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 realized the way of life and death, the way of life and death, the way of life and death, the way of life and death... Among them, the cycle of life and death is most similar to the cycle of life and death, only However, there is also less dependence on all things, and the artistic conception of reincarnation is still lacking.

But there is no doubt that Xu Ziqing's comprehension of the way of his own body is indeed deeper and clearer among so many similar phantoms of the Dao.

In his eyes, there are countless mysterious and mysterious flashes.

Unexpectedly, although there are many ways of life and death, but the meaning of reincarnation has never been seen...

Xu Ziqing's state of mind was still, steady as a rock, and he continued to capture the phantom of the new avenue.

Still far from reaching his limit.

At the other end, Yun Lie, like Xu Ziqing, was also hit by countless phantoms of the avenue in that instant.

Compared with his younger brother, Yun Lie's own will is even more indestructible, and because he is a sword cultivator, the fusion of the primordial spirit and the sword will, turning it into a sword soul, is to ward off all evils, and the consciousness is stable. shake.

At the same time, his ability to withstand those shocks is also much higher than that of Fa Xiu.

When the phantom of the Great Dao passed through the body, Yun Lie took a little test, and had already incorporated the image into the sea of ​​consciousness, and immediately released his consciousness, and then incorporated it into the second and third ways.

After doing this repeatedly, several times, after all, a kendo was quickly gathered up.

This kendo is the slaughtering kendo, but it is not the ruthless slaughtering kendo, but the Shura slaughtering kendo. Among them, countless Asuras rushed out and turned into countless hideous heads. They were slashed by the blood-colored sword intent, and they turned into ashes and disappeared. It was extremely terrifying.

That killing intent is awe-inspiring, and the way of killing is invincible, making those who watch the way of swordsman, as if to turn into a pair of blood pupils, to absorb the countless evil spirits in their bodies, and use the countless murderous intentions for their own use!

The cloud is like a rock, standing still.

Shura killing swordsman

, Shura killing sword intent, in which the killing of the year is like blood, all of which have been absorbed 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. Immediately, it seemed that the space was chopped up, forming numerous fine and dense cracks, almost collapsing.

But soon, it healed up again.

Yun Lie took back his thoughts, released the Asura killing swordsmanship, and immersed himself in consciousness again, looking for other killing swordsmanships.

Therefore, there is the way of killing swordsmanship by burning the sky, the way of killing swordsmanship with blood hatred, the way of killing swordsmanship by subduing demons, and the way of killing swordsmanship by Rakshasa... There are all kinds of people who are always hated to the sky.

After realizing one by one, Yun Lie also came to find a way to kill.

At this time, it is not limited to the way of swordsmanship. Anyone who has the intention of ruthless killing must learn and understand.

The more phantoms of the Dao that he can learn from, the more beneficial it will be to his own body, the more it will be filled, so that he can understand more deeply and integrate thousands of experiences into his own body.

In fact, these two brothers and sisters did not spend a few hours, they have already sunk deep into concentration, and firmly established their foundation within the boundless torrent of virtual shadows of the Great Dao.

And many other outstanding geniuses in the big world also have their own understanding and performance.

If someone is also in this hall, and is outside the torrent, he can see that in the mist like countless pictures, there seem to be countless heavy làngcháo, wave after wave, surging and beating.

Everywhere the làngcháo was beaten, there was a monk who showed a vision.

At the beginning, the cultivators tried each other, but naturally there was no response. After a long time, it was different.

One of them was a gentle and amiable young cultivator in Tsing Yi. At first, his brows were wrinkled, and he seemed puzzled, but soon he introduced a lot of fog, and the blue light all over his body appeared. Gradually the blue light disappeared, the young cultivator's complexion turned pale, as if he could not hold it any longer, but after a while, he opened his eyes, and the blue light in his eyes suddenly became richer, bursting out, and his whole body, All wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon.

Later, there were làngcháo rushing around, gathering around him, and many phantoms of the Great Dao, all drawn in... He seemed to have found some kind of rhythm that resonated with the làngcháo.

There was also a swordsman in white who reacted in the same way.

That Jianxiu was immovable, no matter how the phantoms of the avenues attacked, they were all brazen. And his eyes are cold, even if there is a black gold light, it also spreads suddenly, attracting a lot of white fog, either straight through, or he is greeted with light and contained within the body.

After a while, more white fog came, làngcháo raging, and around him, there was a feeling of collapse in many spaces, as if he had also turned into a sharp sword. Vibrate.

The visions of the two are very special.

In this hall, it is not only the two of them who can produce a vision.

There are also handsome young men with red hair and red eyebrows, who don’t often wrap themselves into a burning man; there are people who form a double shadow of light and dark, which is amazing; there is blood all over the body, but the blood is pure Incomparable, turned into a blood-colored ribbon and danced with it; there was a beautiful woman, and the seven orifices made the sound of a hundred birds singing in unison.

But there were also those who suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and he had already fallen on the futon. He was pushed by the white mist and walked out of the torrent.

Chapter 729

After one person vomited blood, one after another, several people vomited blood.

It turned out that when they were washed away by the torrent, countless images rushed over, almost breaking the sea of ​​consciousness, and they forgot to try it for a while. It was only when they managed to focus on the test that they realized the mystery, and when they failed for a long time. When I became impatient, the pain in my brain became more and more painful, and I gradually felt tormented. I struggled to support it, and finally reached the limit... Because I have never discovered a phantom of the avenue that can be compatible with my own way, I have no chance of epiphany, and I have never had an epiphany. , It is even more difficult to meditate under the crowd of distracting thoughts. In this cycle, for the sake of their lives and paths, they are separated out in the end.

No matter what avenues they cultivated, after all, this opportunity was lost.

After they got out, these people were deeply regretful.

It is one step late, step by step, even if there is a chance, I have not been able to seize it.

This was originally the case on the way to immortal cultivation. Only by taking the lead can we stand on the top of the peak.

At the moment, they couldn't help but cross their knees and reflect on themselves:

"I've cultivated to this day, and it's very smooth, so I'm proud of myself, and I can't have what I'm doing now."

"Seeking the way is difficult, how can I be blinded by vanity and arrogant?"

"I thought about the Law of the Great Dao before and got into the Mahayana. I was really impetuous..."

"Because of this invitation from the Daoyuan Conference, I used to be cautious, but I lost my impatience. It turned out that the inner demon has been hidden, and now it is being triggered..."