The Transmigrator's Cultivation

Xu Ziqing's sea of ​​consciousness also felt like it was going to burst, it was very painful.

But what the majestic voice said, he heard it in his ears and remembered it in his heart, and he immediately calmed down and discerned it carefully.At this time, he discovered that the river that washed away was actually formed by the phantoms of the avenues, and these phantoms of the avenues did not enter his body, but passed directly without leaving a trace of breath.

——It's just that, even if you just pass through, there are endless pictures flooding in at that moment, making people full of distracting thoughts and unable to extricate themselves.

As soon as Xu Ziqing made a distinction, the phantom immediately stopped, and the phantoms of the other avenues flew past on both sides, as if they didn't touch him again.

But this lingering phantom is different from Xu Ziqing's own way. The impact of that image almost wipes out the self-way that he has already comprehended, or infects this own way with other auras .

Xu Ziqing was startled, and immediately lost consciousness.

The phantom rushed past again in an instant, and he hurriedly meditated again, purifying his own body that was almost "polluted" just now.

This is just a temptation, he already understands that the phantom of the Dao cannot be distinguished for a long time, otherwise, if he is not careful, it will be difficult to recover his state of mind.But on the contrary, if the phantom left is the one that matches his own body, then it will definitely be of great benefit to himself.

While thinking, Xu Ziqing's thoughts changed sharply, trying to figure out a way.

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

Having made up his mind, Xu Ziqing concentrated his attention and tried his best to discern.

He tried his best to observe and screen every phantom on the avenue...

For a long time, countless phantoms of the avenue passed through, and the one he needed had never been seen. Gradually, because of the excessive consumption of consciousness, it made his brain tingle.

This is undoubtedly an opportunity, but if he doesn't seize this opportunity, he may not be able to distinguish it, so he will have to adjust his breath first.And if he adjusts his breath, An Zhi, when he adjusts his breath, has the phantom of the Great Dao he needs already passed through?

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

——With his current state of mind, he would still be anxious because of it!

Suddenly, Xu Ziqing's eyes flickered with blue light, and he reacted suddenly.

No, he has lost his mind after all!

Xu Ziqing took a deep breath, and then let out a slow breath.

At this time, his expression was calm, the previous anxiety seemed to have never appeared, and there was no disturbance in his mood.

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

It turns out that on the phantom of this avenue, there is a sense of life and death conveyed, as if the colors are black and white, vaguely opposite, and there seems to be a sense of transformation.Although this is not the same as his own way, there is no doubt that the aura of the great way contained in it is quite similar.

It is possible to comprehend.

This way of life and death, the black one is dead and silent, the white one is bright and vast, the dead 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 of the Great Dao, Xu Ziqing realized another pure Dao of life and death, not talking about reincarnation, only about life and death, with clear opposites... Vaguely, Xu Ziqing felt that this way of life and death was The branch of the reincarnation of life and death he realized is the same.

For a moment, Xu Ziqing was a little stunned.

Although he is very confident in his own way, the phantom of the Dao here should be left over by those who once cultivated immortals, and they must have succeeded in flying immortals after they have completed their cultivation, but now it seems that the way he cultivated is shallower than his own. How come it doesn't surprise him?

Perhaps it was also for this reason that after he realized for a while, the principles contained in the phantom of this great avenue, those related to the way he cultivated, were all seen clearly by him in a short time, and filled into his own way, adding The body's understanding of its own way.

Then, nothing more.

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

It is probably because he has already comprehended one of them before, allowing his consciousness to recover, and comprehend the other ones now, it will be much clearer and easier.

Gradually, Xu Ziqing realized that among the many phantoms of the Great Dao, many of them were actually similar.

For example, the way of life and death in black and white just now, and later, the way of life and death of yin and yang, which he has also grasped and realized, and the way of life and death, and the way of cycle of life and death... Among them, the cycle of life and death is the most similar to the cycle of life and death, except that , and the artistic conception of the interdependence of all things and the exchange of reincarnation is still lacking.

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

In his eyes, there are countless mysteries flashing brightly.

Unexpectedly, although there are many ways of life and death, there are no ones with the meaning of reincarnation...

Xu Ziqing's mind was unmoved, as steady as a rock, and he continued to catch new phantoms of the avenue.

Still far from reaching his limit.

On the other side, like Xu Ziqing, Yun Lie was also hit by countless phantoms of the Dao at that moment.

Compared with his younger brother, Yun Lie's own will is more indestructible, and because he is a sword cultivator, the primordial spirit and sword intent are fused and turned into a sword soul, which is all evils and changes, and the stability of consciousness cannot be destroyed at all. shake.

At the same time, his ability to withstand those shocks is much stronger than Fa Xiu.

When the phantom image of the Great Dao passed through the body, Yun Lie tried a little, and had already incorporated the image into the sea of ​​consciousness, and then let go of his consciousness, and then incorporated it into the second and third paths.

Repeated like this, several times, after all, he quickly gathered a sword path.

This sword way is the killing sword way, but it is not the ruthless killing sword way, but the Shura killing sword way.Among them, countless Shura rushed out, turning into countless ferocious heads, which were cut by the bloody sword intent, and then turned into ashes and disappeared, which was extremely terrifying.

The killing intent is so strong and the way of killing is invincible, it makes the people watching the way of the sword seem to turn into a pair of blood pupils, absorbing countless evil spirits in their bodies, and taking countless murderous intentions for their own use!

Yun Lie is like a rock, standing still.

Shura's Killing Sword Dao, Shura's Killing Sword Intent, among which Killing Nian is like blood, all of them were 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 burst of sword intent in his eyes. It seemed that the space was chopped into pieces, forming countless fine and dense cracks, almost collapsing.

But soon, it was bridged again.

Yun Lie withdrew his thoughts, released the Shura Killing Sword, and submerged his consciousness again, looking for other killing swords.

Thus, there is the Fentian Killing Sword Way, the Blood Hate Killing Sword Way, the Subduing Demon Killing Sword Way, and the Rakshasa Killing Sword Way... There are all kinds of people, but in the end they are full of hatred, and the seven emotions and six desires are fused with the killing intent, and it is inevitable to fall into the way of the devil.

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

At this time, it is not limited to the way of swordsmanship, anyone who has the intention of ruthless killing must absorb and comprehend it.

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

In fact, the two senior brothers didn't even spend a few hours, but they had already sunk into samadhi, firmly planting their foundations within the boundless torrent of phantom shadows of the avenue.

And the outstanding geniuses of many other big worlds also have their own understanding and performance.

If someone is also in this temple and is outside the torrent, he will be able to see in the mist like countless pictures, there seem to be countless waves, wave after wave, turbulent and continuous, slapping.

Wherever the waves beat, there was a monk who showed a vision.

At the beginning, those monks tested individually, but naturally they didn't respond, but after staying for a long time, they were different.

Among them was a young monk dressed in green clothes with a gentle and amiable temperament. At first he frowned, seemingly puzzled, but soon he introduced a lot of mist, and the blue light around his body emerged.Gradually the blue light disappeared, and the young monk turned pale, as if he couldn't hold it anymore, but after a short while, his eyes opened, and the blue light in his eyes suddenly became thicker and burst out, making his whole body, All wrapped up, like a cocoon.

Later, there were waves rushing around him, and many phantoms of the avenue were drawn towards him... It seemed that he had found a certain rhythm and resonated with the waves.

There was also a sword cultivator in white who reacted in the same way as him.

That sword cultivator behaved in a nonchalant manner, no matter how the phantom of the avenue attacked, it was all blatant.And his eyes are cold, even if there is a black golden light, it will suddenly disperse, attracting a lot of white mist, or go straight through, or be greeted by him with the light, and contained in the body.

After a while, more white mist came in, and the waves were raging. Around him, there was a sense of space collapse, as if he had also been transformed into a sharp giant sword. Like a shock.

The visions of the two are very special.

In this hall, naturally, the two of them are not the only ones who can give birth to visions.

There are also handsome young men with red hair and red eyebrows, who will usually wrap themselves into a burning man; there are people who form a double shadow of light and dark all over their body, and the lights and flickers come and go, which is very amazing; there are blood all over their bodies, but the blood light is pure Incomparable, turned into a blood-colored ribbon, and danced with it; there was a beautiful woman, with the sound of a hundred birds singing from her seven orifices, wearing a hundred birds, her virtual reality was uncertain, extremely moving...

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