The world of Taoism

Chapter 293 Discrimination of Strength
Yangzhou City.

On a clearing, two figures fought back and forth in the sky.

The colorful magic light kept flickering, and a powerful force swept all directions.

Everything within a radius of several hundred meters was affected.

Before the Yinshen stage, practitioners had almost no powerful destructive abilities.

Once breaking through this realm, the destructive ability to the outside world becomes stronger.

The figure on the left is the Immortal Wuxia, with a pair of fists like steel, punching out a series of transparent crystals.

Once the intense concentrated air pressure explodes, it will be more powerful than Zhou Xuan's bomb in his previous life.

In almost an instant, a large rock can be crushed into powder.

The people on the right are not bad either, they come and go without a shadow, like gods.

The figure on the right turned out to be Mr. Xuan Jing.

His spell is very strange, it is an invisible curse force, or some invisible swords.

The attack is as invisible as a breeze.

Every time it blows to a place, all the things on it are turned into powder.

"Heavenly Weapon Divine Blade? It really is you, Chi Yang!" Wuxia Zhenxian laughed.

"It really is you, Wuxia corpse." Mr. Xuan Jing mocked.

The person in front of me is a typical corpse with a soul but no soul.

Physical strength is strong, but he has no magic ability, because he has no soul at all,
"To each other, I don't have a soul, you don't have a body, it's just sympathy for each other."

But all spells must have their folk roots.

This is true no matter what spell it is.

Magic itself is the law summed up in the process of human exploration of nature.

Hundreds of years ago, a sacrificial method of enshrining corpses had already been popular.

Because people think that the body does not decompose after death, which is a sign of becoming a god.

People admire these people whose corpses have not corrupted for thousands of years.

But in fact there are not so many gods.

Many temples tamper with people after death.

Some potions are used to create the illusion that the corpse is naturally incorruptible, so as to deceive believers into worshiping.

The spells practiced by the Immortal Wuxia were born out of this.

There is a great risk in practicing this spell, which is to drink a kind of medicine to feign death, and then put it in the tank.

At night, it is regarded as miraculous to see the place where the tank is placed to emit light repeatedly, and the strange fragrance does not disperse.

After three years of opening the vat, the face is as good as life, and it is enshrined in a golden niche, and then you can practice.

Any mistake in each step of this step is the end of death.

The only people who can practice to enter the hall and enter the room are the Immortal Wuxia and his three major sacrificial wines.

Others have only cultivated a little superficially, and it is not regarded as inheritance at all.

In fact, there are not only three apprentices of Wuxia True Immortal, but most of them are dead.

Boom!

The two fought again, each retreating dozens of steps.

The moves became more and more fierce, and the two sides fought more and more fiercely.

Finally, Mr. Xuan Jing seized the flaw of Immortal Wuxia.

A ray of purple light was like a nimble swimming fish, directly hitting Immortal Wuxia.

"What? You actually have this thing?" Immortal Wuxia's expression changed dramatically.

Wuxia Zhenxian's figure flashed, and the whole person left quickly.

Mr. Xuan Jing didn't move, and silently looked at the back of Wuxia Zhenxian, feeling very proud.

From the beginning to the end, Mr. Xuan Jing never thought of defeating this guy head-on.

With Wuxia's strength, if he wanted to completely defeat him, he would at least have to be seriously injured.

Now he has been affected by this light, and it won't be long before he will be eroded by the light.

Even if he escapes by chance, he will at least be seriously injured, and then he will come to the door by himself.

As long as you subdue Wuxia Zhenxian, then the whole Yangzhou will be yours.

At that time, his strength will expand to an unprecedented level.

Yuchan Mountain.

Zhou Xuan was completely unaware of the grievances of these people, and had no intention of getting involved in the conspiracy.

Since he came to Jiangnan, he has seldom cared about the affairs of Yangzhou City, unless it offended his interests in Yangzhou City.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan was already immersed in the state of constant tranquility.

The whole person is like a big lifeless rock.

The true face of the whole world is completely presented in front of my eyes.

Now he finally knew what the White Crane God meant when he said that there are thousands of colors in the world.

The colors captured by human eyes are actually less than [-]% of those in nature, which is the limit of what the naked eye can capture.

There are countless intersecting lines in the air, and the ubiquitous voice of all things.

The sky was pitch black, a blackness that seemed to contain countless information.

The moment it touched the sky, a huge wave of information rushed over.

Zhou Xuan stood under the Dao of Heaven, letting the information flow by without being alarmed.

He forced him to be strong, and the breeze was blowing on the hills.

Under this incomparably calm state of mind, Mo Ran, who was feared by practitioners like a tiger, had no effect in front of Zhou Xuan.

As long as this realm is maintained, these complicated things are just a passing cloud.

However, as the practice deepens, the magic dye encountered will definitely become stronger.

It's like a precision instrument, the higher you practice, the more precise your instrument is, and the more profound things you touch.

So many cultivators are more or less abnormal.

But this is also the meaning of cultivation, to explore the real world step by step.

Perhaps this path of cultivation is not as good as those magic spells in the novel that move mountains and seas, but it is the path closest to the way of heaven.

Cultivation is not about how much energy can be absorbed or how much destructive power it can have.

The power of the physical body is limited after all, and the influence on the outside world is limited after all.

One person may easily smash a mountain and break a river.But in fact, it has very little impact on the whole world and the universe.

But if a person's mind can have a deeper understanding of the Dao.

It can affect the deepest source of the universe through the mind, which is the real power.

This is much more powerful than the so-called overturning mountains and seas, picking stars and taking moons.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan became somewhat enlightened.

True Immortal Flawless is nothing more than that.

Just like this outer world, there is no chaos of space and time.

I'm afraid if you let him come over, you probably don't know how to crack it.

They can't find their own Crystal Palace alone, let alone the chaos outside the world that is more hidden than the Crystal Palace.

Of course, the road leads to the same goal, and the final roads of different goals are actually similar.

Just as he was speaking, Zhou Xuan had already arrived in the chaos.

By predicting the surroundings, he accurately found out the hidden connection.

Whoa!
The scene changed suddenly, and Zhou Xuan came to a small planet.

On the side was a bonfire, and beside the bonfire stood an old man with a height of two meters and long horns.

After some ups and downs, Zhou Xuan returned to the original point, he wanted to ask the Dragon God of the Yangtze River for some advice.

"You're here?" Changjiang Dragon God turned his head, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "It's a pity that this old man is going to die, and after a while, this old man will disappear."

(End of this chapter)