Eternal Demon Monarch

Cultivation base breakthrough, Yang Xuan was very excited. He rushed up from the rock pool below him, and squandered the explosion of Fire Yuan Qi within the body in the cave.

Boom! boom! boom!

One punch after another, the cave is constantly sounding, the broken rocks are flying, and the cave collapses in just a few breaths, and Yang Xuan also rushed fast as lightning when the cave collapsed. Get out.

At this time, it was midday, and the sun was hanging high. Under the sunlight, Yang Xuan’s eyes shone with red light, like two crystal clear and near-transparent rubies, shining brightly .

“haha, hahaha…” The wild laughter, the sound of rolling, startled a flock of birds in the nearby forest.

After a long time, the laughter disappeared, Yang Xuan looked for the direction, rushed down the mountainside like a rampage, and rushed toward Heavenly Wind City.

On the way, he walked across the mountains, eating and sleeping, and did not feel hard.

For him, walking on foot is also a kind of cultivation. Every day he views the mountains and the water, he will stop for a while in places with beautiful scenery.

In this way, the killing desire in his heart has faded a lot.

The repercussions of the Dark Martial Spirit are indeed not small, even if Yang Xuan has already been relieved of the enchantment, his heart is still filled with killing thoughts all the time.

This killing thought is very strange, like a tarsal maggot, which cannot be erased. It constantly erodes Yang Xuan’s mind, making him cold and bloodthirsty.

He always has an urge to destroy everything.

Fortunately, his concentration is so strong that he barely restrained the killing thought in his heart. Coupled with the two days of trekking through the mountains and rivers and thoroughly integrating into nature, the killing thought in his heart has faded a lot.

For that, Yang Xuan still feels heart palpitations. He finally knows why the Asura demon in the previous life would call everyone to kill. It is really dark. Martial Spirit is too evil. Frequent use makes it impossible to control his heart. That kind of killing thought.

Once you are provoked, the killing thought will be ignited and become out of control.

“From now on, you will never use the Dark Martial Spirit until as a last resort.”

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth. In the past, the Asura Demon Lord had extraordinary talents and firm will. Unable to resist the erosion of the dark Martial Spirit’s killing intent, and eventually his temperament changed drastically. Naturally, Yang Xuan didn’t think this life’s self could resist it.

In his opinion, if you can use the dark Martial Spirit in the future, you must never use it. If this thing is strong, it is powerful, but it hurts people and yourself by using double-edged sword. If you use it too much, the consequences will be unimaginable. .

At the same time, after a two-day journey, Yang Xuan also sometimes thinks of Fang Qingxue in his mind. I don’t know if the little girl has arrived at the Grand Purity Palace and is bullied at the Grand Purity Palace.

“The cultivation base of the Fang Family ancestor is not low, no one should dare to bully Xue’er.”

Soon, Yang Xuan thought of Fang Tian, ​​the ancestor of the Fang Family, as a thousand-year-old The former character, Fang Tian is now a powerhouse in the Fallen Realm. With him taking care of the Grand Purity Palace, Fang Qingxue wants to be impossible to be bullied.

It’s just that Yang Xuan still misses Fang Qingxue’s cuteness every time she thinks of Fang Qingxue’s cuteness.

Suddenly, Yang Xuan paused, then suddenly stopped, then took two steps backwards, looking down at the green grass on the ground in front of him.

He happened to step on this grass just now. He thought that the grass would definitely be trampled to death, but the fact is just the opposite. The grass looks tiny, but its life force is very tenacious.

Yang Xuan stepped heavily on his foot, first fell to the ground softly, but now slowly and stubbornly lifts the head, swaying in the wind.

Yang Xuan froze for a moment, then squatted down, carefully examined the grass in front of him, and whispered in his mouth: “The grass is humble and weak. Anyone can step on that foot, but life Force is so tenacious, never bowing his head.”

Said, he sighed again: “I’ve been ridiculed and bullied since I was young, and my will is tenacious, but it’s different from the one in front of me. What a small grass is in comparison. Even if it is an insignificant grass, there are many things that I can learn from.”

No one in a grass is like Yang Xuan at all. Looking closely, but Yang Xuan saw the tenacious from Xiaocao, the unyielding that fights against fate and never admits defeat.

Small grass is like this, so why is it that people feel so bad?

Yang Xuan extend the hand, he touched the grass in front of him, his movements were very gentle, as if he was stroking the cheek of his lover.

After a while, he got up and left.

He just walked like this, without going to the official road, just trekking through mountains and rivers to wash his soul.

Chapter 71 The Horse Thief

Yang Xuan has discovered that the more he blends into nature, the killing desire in his heart becomes weaker and weaker, and he can no longer affect his mind. .

In the following days, Yang Xuan was like an ascetic monk. He did not deliberately cultivated. He walked between the mountains and the wild all day, watching the morning sun, watching the landscape, whether it was a violent storm or heavy snow. Relax your mind, sink into nature, refine your mood.

Morning sun, clouds, mountains and rivers, forests, snowflakes, grass, even a weak ant on the ground, etc., he is observing and realizing.

In the five years since entering Seven Mysteries Sect, Yang Xuan has been working hard all the time in order to become stronger and not to disappoint his father. He has never slackened, and has never relaxed like this. , So indulgent.

Now he is unemotional, forgetting everything, forgetting everything, and comprehending the way of everything every day.

World’s All Living Things, there must be a reason for existence.

Yang Xuan blends into nature, and perceives it carefully. The more he perceives, the calmer his mood is, and the killing thought in his heart fades until it disappears.

Gradually, he is like a Buddhist monk. Despite the wind and rain, his heart is calm. Even he forgot to be hungry, he forgot to be thirsty, and he forgot to change his clothes for a few days. It was already messy and smelly.

“All dharmas and all phenomena are born from the heart, my heart is righteous, my heart is evil, my heart is evil, I can stand to become a Buddha, and I can also kill and become a demon.”

After the new year passed, Yang Xuan stopped, his eyes were like stars, brilliant, and the whole figure seemed to have figured out something. Essence, Qi, and Spirit climbed to an unprecedented Peak.

“Being good or evil, becoming a Buddha and becoming a devil, everything is up to me, everything is up to my heart.”

Yang Xuan muttered to himself, he only felt that his thoughts were accessible, and he had a faint feeling Now, even if he uses the enchanted Martial Spirit again, the killing intent will hardly erode his mind, no matter how strong the killing intent, he can control his mind.