Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

However, even if Zhang Zhiwei has reached the state of giving up thoughts and pure thoughts, no one can tell what will happen in the interior scene.

After all, the interior scene is only somewhat similar to the third stage of Jinggong practice, not exactly the same. Everyone's experience in it is still related to their personal circumstances.

It's like those old men in Wudang later, each of them had a high level of meditation, but after practicing Qimen, they fell into the inner scene, and they were trapped for decades, and they didn't move at all.

However, Zhang Zhiwei has already realized his own structure, and he is still confident in these. No matter what happens, he should not get lost in it.

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. If that's the case, just settle down here, enter the interior scene, and catch the demons in your heart!"

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Zhiwei immediately practiced according to the method of meditation of a warlock.

"The practice of a sorcerer is to pay attention to the four meditations and eight samadhis, the emptiness of samadhi, and the abandonment of the desires brought by the five senses of the ears, nose, tongue, and body."

"Consciousness is boundless and centered, cut off the desires of the five senses, and experience the real world with the senses that ordinary people cannot use."

"There is no place to stay, no longer use the brain but use the soul to dominate the body..."

"It sounds mysterious, but it's actually very simple. Meditation is like the turbulent water surface. The more you try to smooth it, the more turbulent it will be."

"And when you put your consciousness back, just watch it quietly, let it wave back and forth without responding to it, and it will eventually calm down slowly."

"Facing the numerous delusional thoughts with inaction, this is the highest state of Jinggong."

Letting go of the mind is pure, this is the perfect state of Jinggong that many people have been pursuing all their lives, but in Zhang Zhiwei's view, it can be easily achieved without doing anything.

There is no accident in entering meditation. The world in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes has changed rapidly. The colorful world in his eyes is fading rapidly. Everything becomes black and white in an instant. He seems to have entered another world, a world with all directions upside down. .

"Is this the inner scene? According to Zhuge Qing, the inner scene is actually his own spiritual world. This is indeed the spiritual world, but it is not just the spiritual world. This feeling..."

Zhang Zhiwei looked around. The inner scene world gave him a very false feeling, but the falseness revealed a bit of reality. This world is like writing or painting with too much force, and the ink penetrates the paper. Another upside-down calligraphy and painting is formed on the back, and the real front can be glimpsed from the traces on the back.

"This feeling is like..."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's mind, and he was about to catch this ray of inspiration and spread it out.

Suddenly, a figure covered in blood appeared, looking at Zhang Zhiwei face to face. Half of its face seemed to have been hit by a blunt instrument, bloody and horrifying, and it was smiling permeatingly at the moment.

Interrupted by the flash of spiritual light, Zhang Zhiwei frowned, and looked at the hideous and terrifying bloody face in front of him with displeasure, with a flash of hostility in his eyes.

Without further ado, he slapped him with a slap, and the face that was slapped turned ninety degrees, hanging around his neck at a strange angle, the tragedy was indescribable.

Zhang Zhiwei looked down at this almost distorted figure, especially his eyes lingered for a moment on that unrecognizable face.

If before, this face was only half of the face was hit by a blunt object, bloody and bloody, now it can be said to be completely unrecognizable, and the marks on the face hit by a blunt object are particularly symmetrical.

"It looks familiar, I slapped half of this thing's face before!"

Zhang Zhiwei was thinking, more figures appeared from nothingness, most of these figures were hideous and terrifying, with mutilated bodies, they rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei like zombies coming out of cages.

Looking at the faces of these corpses, Zhang Zhiwei froze for a moment.

Some of the faces here are quite familiar to him, those who went down the mountain to kill this time, some Zhang Zhiwei vaguely remembered the faces, they were killed before, and some of them had no memory at all.

"Do the same thing again? Stinky monkey, just make some fancy things, play horror movies with me, I don't think you can tell who is the scary one?!"

Zhang Zhiwei sneered, he naturally knew that this was an illusion in the interior scene.

The inner scene can be regarded as my spiritual space. In this space, as long as I don’t touch some taboo things, I am an absolute god. All my delusions can be magnified and satisfied.

The inner demon can manipulate things in the interior, and Zhang Zhiwei, as the deity, can naturally do the same.

He even just waved his hand, and he could send out a huge thunderbolt that stretched from the sky to the ground, instantly blasting these monsters into powder.

But Zhang Zhiwei didn't do it, which is meaningless, and he will be led by the nose by the demon.

Zhang Zhiwei has always understood his own situation very well, and he also knows why his inner demons come out, which is the thirst for power.

And what is the best place to meet this?

Undoubtedly the interior.

Here He is God, but a vain God.

Once he can't help it, or he still has curiosity, and uses the power that is almost open in the inner scene, he may become addicted to it and expand the gap in his heart.

Of course, Zhang Zhiwei is still very confident in his own concentration, and he firmly believes that he will not be addicted.

But self-confidence belongs to self-confidence, which does not mean that he will try.

Therefore, facing the overwhelming corpses, Zhang Zhiwei treated them with a normal heart, slapped them one by one, just like killing them before, and then killed them again.

It is worth mentioning that when Zhang Zhiwei killed them, each of these corpses showed extremely terrifying strength, with every move, every move, destroying the world at every turn, the scenery is brilliant, and the power is shocking. their strength.

But Zhang Zhiwei was unmoved. Whether you move mountains and seas, or pick stars and moons, destroy cities and rivers, he only has one slap anyway.

The slap is raised, the slap is dropped, and everything returns to nothingness during the ups and downs. This is the collision between truth and falsehood.

Ordinary warlocks, after entering the inner scene, are in a state of separation of body and mind, the body is in place, and the spirit is active in the inner scene, and there is a thin line of connection between the body and the spirit.

With the help of this line of connection, the spirit can be withdrawn from the interior scene at any time, and once this line of connection is broken, it is possible to become addicted to the interior scene and never come out again.

But Zhang Zhiwei is different from them. Even if he goes deep into the interior, the soul and the body are still in a state of keeping the essence and keeping the essence, and the spirit and spirit are perfectly united.

Breaking into the interior scene in this state is actually similar to stepping into the interior scene with the real body. It is a kind of crushing from high latitude to low latitude. Those fancy and illusory things created by the demons naturally cannot shake Zhang Zhiwei's real big slap .

"The small world of the human body is my home field. You are scared. When you get to the interior scene, your home field, you still look like a fool. I think you still don't understand the situation. I can grasp the real fire of Samadhi at any time. It is meaningless to run away. Come out, come out dignifiedly!"

Zhang Zhiwei entered the interior scene to temper himself, to have a near-real trial, but he didn't intend to compete with the demons in the interior scene and imagine.

But what responded to Zhang Zhiwei was black mist, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, puddles of blood that stretched from sky to earth, and eerie blood-colored lightning... It was a scene like hell.

Heart Ape is still dormant, spying in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Although Zhang Zhiwei didn't see him, he could feel the blazing malice.

"I think your nature is still stubborn, so I'll come and catch you myself!"

Zhang Zhiwei rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the hellish scene.