Dao fruit.

This group of luck is so huge that it can be said to be indomitable. It is so horizontal in the middle of the dark road, blocking the road ahead, without leaking the slightest gap, and hindering the slightest consciousness that is differentiated from the vellus hair. —

These are all Qiu Yan's consciousness.

And this road is the road leading to the core of Jie Sha's origin.

The filaments of consciousness are like tentacles. While spreading and spying, they also feed back a lot of information to Qiu Yan, allowing him to understand the situation, the situation, and what is blocking the progress of consciousness.

Now, the luck he mobilized is extensive and continuous, and it is the human luck of many living beings moving forward in the closed world of the land of sloughs, which is all-encompassing and contains many mysteries. .

But this luck, compared with the luck blocking the way, is nothing, not even one percent of the size.

"Compared to my own luck, the human luck in the land of the slough is huge, but compared with the luck that blocked the way, it is nothing at all. But this group of luck that blocked the way, From Jie Sha's point of view, it should be just a drop in the bucket..."

Thoughts were beating, the unstoppable tumbling from Qiu Yan gradually merged with the blocking qi, and there was no gap between the two sides. The slough qi was transported inside, and then stretched out, expanding like a spider's web.

This feeling is very special, as if there are two kinds of consciousness in one body, each of which controls the breath, the breath is compatible, regardless of each other - the luck of the land of relict, after the transformation of the hole in the soul of the hair, The luck that has been turned into Jie Sha's interior is imprinted with the brand of Jie Sha, just like when it entered the flesh and blood body, it was imprinted with the brand of the flesh and blood body, and it can be circulated.

However, this group of luck is controlled by Qiu Yan, and it merges with the blocking luck controlled by the original will. The consciousness of the two parties should have clashed, but Qiu Yan avoided the truth.Instead of going head-to-head, and not fighting for the control of luck, it is to find another way, the luck is scattered and delicate, and the intention is to reach all places of luck that block the way.

"To move a heavy object, you only need to use brute force, which is too expensive. If you want to push such a huge mass of luck, if you want to counter it head-on, you need to accumulate a lot of luck. Time-consuming and labor-intensive, it may not be effective. It is better to find a Place the fulcrum and move it, my purpose is not to break the barrier of luck, but to let the tentacles of the vellus continue to extend and reach the core..."

In this way, Qiu Yan manipulated the expansion of the relic's luck, spreading like a spider's silk inside the blocking luck.There is a reaction everywhere it passes, making the surface of the blocking air transport boil, as if it is heating up.

In fact, Qiu Yan is going to use this slow-moving method.Boil the whole blockage, creating a void for the next step.

"However, this process should be quite long!"

………………

"The process of finding here is much longer than I thought."

In the Blood Prison Wenwang, Jun Zuo walked briskly with a wicked smile on his face.Walking forward step by step in the air, in front of you, there is a thick fog, making it difficult to distinguish all directions; behind you, the chaotic artistic conception and the spirit of writing are condensed together, forming a strange pattern.

This pattern, like graffiti, has no symmetry or structure, but it reveals an unspeakable beauty. The loose strands of fluctuations make the surrounding texts continue to rot and reorganize, and the color gradually turns to deep red.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and the text net shook. This was the torrent of supernatural powers from the outside world. It was still bombarding, making the text net tottering, and there were shattering sounds from everywhere.

In the storm, Jun Zuo strolled in the courtyard.

"You have caused me a lot of trouble along the way, and with the continuous blessing of literary thinking and spiritual order, even this seat is almost lost in many illusions."

The human form of the spirit of artistic conception seems to be talking to itself.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Wherever he walked, there was a crisp sound, and a blood color evolved, which continuously precipitated and spread, like the paint splashed on the wall. many places.

"On the way, I was confused by Evans. I once got lost, fell into several layers of illusions, and even experienced three reincarnations. I tasted ordinary life, studied for knowledge many times, and gained Sanwei. I have to admit that the truth is quite profound. Even if This seat almost fell into the Tao, indulged in it, and converted to the so-called human way."

As he was talking, he stopped in his tracks and showed a wild smile: "Unfortunately, these are not the truth of heaven and earth after all. As long as I stay focused and have confusion in my mind, I won't really fall into it and lose myself!"

As soon as the words fell, blood gushed out from his body, and the vigorous original aura erupted continuously, wave after wave, as if there was no end.

At the same time, the strange pattern suspended behind rapidly expanded, like a huge screen, occupying one side, distorting the surrounding artistic conception.

"However, I want to thank this tempering, which made me affirm that my path is correct. Not only is it more closely integrated with the original things, but I also have a lot of understanding of the so-called order and literary thinking. Of course, this is also your vain attempt. Integrating the original things with the humanistic net, people's hearts are not enough to swallow the elephant, and in the end, stealing chickens will not make a fortune. The details of the literary net are contaminated by the original breath, and it is revealed to this seat that this situation has come into being. It is really a dead end. But it has made this seat!"

In the sound of the words, there is a pattern behind the person, and there is a literary thought gushing out, falling between the two hands, condensing and contemplating with the fluctuation of the two palms, manifesting a chaotic vortex, as if it can go straight to the sea of ​​blood!

"Thanks to you, this seat has even obtained the personality I dream of..."

call!

The blood burst into a light red air wave visible to the naked eye, impacting all directions!A lot of fog is scattered all at once, revealing the true face.

Here, it is an empty place, but it is not empty.

Looking at it with the eyes, one can see a series of words in the air forming sentences, and each sentence emerges as a scene, deducing the principles in the classics;

Listening with your ears, you can hear the sound of reading, the sound enters your ears, builds an illusion in your heart, condenses your thoughts, gives birth to many insights, and understands the reality of human nature;

If you feel it with your heart, you will get a warm artistic conception, as if immersed in a hot spring, soaking your body and mind, washing away your ignorance and falsehood with the spirit of sages and orderly writing.

"Ignorance and vanity?"

Faced with the feeling, Jun Zuo shook his head, looked at the empty front and said: "This is not a shameful thing, it is human nature. You distort your nature and put names and names on things in the world, which is the real truth. ignorance and arrogance."

"Oh?" In the empty space, there was a compound voice, "Why did you say that?"

Junzuo smiled indifferently, and said: "There are countless secrets in the universe, starry sky, and the prehistoric world. They were created by nature, but they were recorded by you in artificial words and words, and passed on to future generations. The intangible artistic conception was forcibly transformed into words. This is what you did the day after tomorrow. , is a self-righteous expression, understanding the power of heaven and earth with one's own ideas, it's like covering everything with a layer of veil, making future generations see flowers in a fog, without knowing the true meaning, only studying the principles in books, with poor experience and brilliant head but nothing Meaningless."

After the words fell, Evans around him gradually became confused...

The voice of compound will said: "This statement seems to be reasonable, but it is empty. The ultimate principle of heaven and earth is so profound. Many great Confucianists, masters, and even sages spend their lives with nothing more than a scrap of claw. They are different, and how many people have the talent and talent to discover a ray of truth from the ever-changing world?"

Words are like thunder, shocking, washing and calming the chaotic writing.

"You underestimate the abilities of ordinary people." Jun Zuo sneered, "You keep saying that you created humanity, but you still think you are superior and look down on ordinary people."

The calm Evans showed signs of freezing.

The compound voice replied: "Talents are high or low, and personalities are different. How can we deny it? Is it possible to be equal by preaching that everyone is equal all day long? Only by admitting differences can we move forward. Otherwise, indulging in slogans can only convey mistakes. Thoughts of resentment and resentment are born, and the upper and lower passages are cut off."

Evans flow see, derivative scene.

"Teach students in accordance with their aptitude and pass on humanity."

"The inheritance of humanity is that the predecessors explored and then accumulated, and the later generations first understood the accumulated knowledge, learned to think, mastered the method, then continued to explore, and then accumulated again, and accumulated continuously before and after. It is civilization. Is it as you said, After learning the words of the predecessors, he is deceived, and he does not expand his own horizons and explore with his own strength. How can such a person create humanity? How to develop a culture? How to comprehend order?"

This time, the faltering Wenwang around was stabilized again.

Jun Zuo smiled: "Absurd! What the predecessors have explored, the future generations have to go through again. This process may take more than ten or decades. Isn't it a waste of time? This is clearly a trick of human nature!"

This sentence has not had much impact on Wenwang.

"If everyone has your level of cultivation, it's no problem. If everyone has your supernatural powers, then naturally there is no need to worry, but how can this be the case in the world? What you say is as if you have achieved something, so you don't need to worry. It is really absurd to say that it is a gift from heaven, without talking about the path, cutting off the path of future generations, denying the real existence, and blindly using imaginary things and things to represent reality."

"Hahaha! Sure enough, I can't beat you!" Jun Zuo laughed wildly, "However, I can't beat you, but I can destroy you. Once you are destroyed, there is no carrier for thoughts and morality. How can I fight with me? Once the main body of the theory is lost, even if there is inheritance, it will gradually tend to disperse, and eventually fight with each other, breaking away from the so-called orthodoxy, which seems to be order, but it is actually a manifestation of chaos."

After the words fell, Junzuo took a step forward, and the air behind him suddenly stretched and expanded, and finally turned into an invisible wave of air, sweeping towards all parts of Wenwang!

The next moment, Wenwang was beating, its foundation was shaken, and the overall structural nature showed signs of changing!

"You didn't expect that this seat and you will discuss the Dao and fight with you. It seems to compete for literary ideas, but it is actually a delay. This web of humanity, this seat is about to accept it. In the future, this web will be a web of chaos!"

As the words fell, a figure appeared on the opposite side, as black as ink, stepping forward, appearing out of thin air, without even arousing a single ripple.

"Coincidentally, we are also stalling for time. If it weren't for some discussion, I'm afraid I will be late when I find the right path." (To be continued...)

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