After receiving Wang Yangming's spiritual inheritance, An Qisheng learned everything much faster.
He fully developed his amazing talent in the spiritual realm.
After entering the Jiufu Realm, whether it was Wang Quan Lao Tao's Wuming Boy Kung Fu, or later the Dragon and Tiger Pure Yang Qi, the Soul Seizing Technique, and the Tianyi Seizing Spirit Sutra, they could all be learned in one go without any hindrance.
The Ferris wheel method is naturally no exception.
In fact, because of his countless experiences in dreaming, the practice of this Ferris wheel method is much faster than other martial arts!
In just two months, he has broken through the three realms of "seeing people," "seeing myself," and "seeing all living beings" and entered the fourth level of "seeing heaven and earth" in the Ferris wheel method!
Da~
An Qisheng tapped his fingers on the table.
Substantial ripples splashed at the junction between his fingertips and the tabletop, spreading out like a concentric circle.
It’s as if the space where it is located has turned into water!
Ripples and sound waves echoed on the 'water'.
"This is......."
The Buddha beads in the old monk's palm stagnated slightly.
I just felt that the figure of the old Taoist priest who was an arm away suddenly grew taller and bigger. No, the old Taoist priest did not change, but he was shrinking, getting smaller and smaller.
Was he actually pulled into the spiritual world by him?
The old monk's face was shaken, and the Buddhist beads polished by the eminent monk's relics in his hand were almost crushed to pieces.
With a start in his heart, the old monk stood up suddenly, and the Buddha beads in his palm suddenly shone brightly.
Buzz~
Like a small sun rising.
But even though the radiance shines brightly and the infinite light and heat instantly penetrates all directions, the slowly reverberating ripples spread uncontrollably.
Even as the light and heat exploded, it spread even more violently.
But the figure that was getting taller and taller at an arm's length from him seemed to be in another dimension of space, without being affected at all.
"How can this be!"
A look of shock appeared on the old monk's deeply wrinkled face.
The string of Buddhist beads in his palm was made from the relics left behind by the eminent monks of Zhuanlun Temple after they passed away. It was the foundation for him to further explore the divine veins!
Similarly, it is also an important basis for him to activate the spiritual world with his powerful body.
It can amplify its own 'god' several times, and has extremely powerful spell-breaking effects on all spiritual magic.
He once used this treasure to receive a "vacuum hometown" from Mrs. Bai Lian, the leader of the White Lotus Demon Sect.
But at this moment, the spiritual world of the old Taoist priest was not broken?
This old Taoist priest actually learned the wheel-turning method, and he learned it even more advancedly than himself?
How can this be?
The old monk's shocked face was reflected in the light like a burning flame.
"Don't even think about it!"
The surging heartbeat was instantly suppressed by him. The old monk slumped down and sat down with his sleeves fluttered, his eyes closed tightly, and he recited Buddhist scriptures in the soft golden light while turning his beads.
Having practiced the wheel-turning technique intensively for decades, he also knows the power of spiritual fighting.
If one person is not good, his soul will be shattered and his soul will be destroyed. He will not even be able to enter the Buddhist kingdom of his teacher, King Chakravartin.
"Is it useful to concentrate?"
An Qisheng lowered his eyes and looked down at the old monk who was as small as an ant on the ground.
Pa~
He slowly raised his hand and lightly snapped his fingers.
Buzz~
The pure and vast spiritual power was like a sudden uproar on the roaring river and sea, instantly destroying the spiritual world constructed by the old monk and completely submerging it.
Since he began to practice the Ferris wheel method, he has thought about how to construct his own spiritual world.
In the past, the big devil constructed the Blood Sea Hell, and those who were dragged into it would often have to endure thousands of human tortures, using the most brutal punishment to break the enemy's spirit.
In order to achieve the effect of completely ravaging the enemy's spirit and soul.
But for him, who has lived in two generations and has experienced two eras of information explosion, this is too childish.
Just that, what's the point?
If you want to kill someone, fists and palms are enough, killing people and destroying your body is enough, so why bother with the wheel-turning method?
Therefore, at the beginning of his practice, he had thought countless times about how to maximize the effect of this Ferris wheel method.
After months of thinking, the prototype finally emerged.
This old monk came just in time to experiment.
Wow~
While the rolling and beating spiritual tide flooded everything, the old monk opened his eyes in shock.
He was suddenly knocked out of his concentrated state.
While his heart was shaking, he suddenly realized that he was standing on a square that looked like white jade.
And at an infinite height, two eyes like the sun and the moon are flowing down:
"Welcome to.......
my world! "
boom!
Just like the roar of the sky, the old monk felt his heart trembled, and he was in a trance and didn't know where he was.
The next moment, his spirit was completely overwhelmed.
When I opened my eyes again.
What caught the eye was a house with old walls, a mottled roof, and a big, rough face with an inexplicable surprise.
who I am?
This is where?
who are they?
"This kid is a bit ugly..."
"Newborn babies are all so wrinkled."
"It would be nice to grow up a little..."
Words that he had never heard before, but that he understood naturally, rang in his ears.
He turned his neck with difficulty and saw a woman leaning on the bed with a tired and loving face.
"Da Lang is looking at me!"
The woman smiled weakly and looked at the man:
"Wu Lang, you haven't named your child yet."
"How can I come up with a name if I don't know a few Chinese characters? When I save some money, I'll ask a gentleman to come up with a name."
The man hesitated for a moment and then said:
"Now, let's call you Dalang, Wu Dalang..."
'Wu Dalang......'
A hint of drowsiness filled his spirit and he fell into a deep sleep.
........
Pain may not be the only thing that can break your spirit, there are many other ways.
In the dimly lit depths of the soul, Dao Yitu blooms under the radiance of water.
An Qisheng slowly turned over a white jade-like scroll in his hand. As his thoughts turned, the pictures in the scroll kept changing.
His current mental state is not enough to outline a perfect world.
In fact, even the huge skyscrapers of the past are not enough to outline a complete world.
Da Motian also knows this, so he just outlines a sea of blood hell and uses torture to simply and brutally torture the enemy's mind and spirit.
If the enemy collapses, he will take advantage of the situation to rewrite his soul and tamper with his memory.
And even if the enemy survives, they will inevitably suffer indelible losses.
Because mental confrontation itself is a loss of the 'god', after being severely injured, it is naturally easy to kill him.
But precisely because it is too single-minded, it is easy to suffer big losses when you meet people who really don't take the pain into their hearts and are extremely determined.
This was also the reason why he was beheaded by the Dragon Bird Sword Master.
With such a lesson learned from the past, An Qisheng thought more about his own spiritual world. He was not able to outline a complete spiritual world at this time, nor did he want to outline a punishment world with no potential like the big Ferris wheel. land.
It's very simple. First outline a corner, and see the big from the small, so you can improve it step by step.
"This old monk's mind is indeed firm, and his spirit is rare and pure. At least he can last longer..."
An Qisheng looked at the scroll.
With his current spirit, it would be easy to defeat the old monk in one go, but such a simple and crude method would be too much of a waste of such a precious test subject.
The old monk's mental strength was enough to last for a long time.
But An Qisheng is not in a hurry at all. Having lived in two lifetimes, what he lacks most is stories.
But there is no rush.
The struggle and tempering of each other's spirits is also of great benefit to one's own spirit.
It is a pity that even if he does not want to easily destroy the old monk's spirit, in his spiritual world, even if he does nothing, his spirit will be weakened.
I have a physical body as a support, and my energy can supplement it.
The old monk who cut off the connection between his body and spirit could only become weaker and weaker until he was completely wiped out.
Phew~
On the official road illuminated by light, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.
Before the official road, everything was deserted. Where were the teahouse guests, horses and goods?
There was just an old monk standing in the middle of the official road with his hands folded.
Everything is an illusion.
"A mental duel is much more dangerous than a head-on fight."
An Qisheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
He noticed the old monk when he first appeared. At that time, he was still one mile away, but at this time, he was no more than ten feet away from him.
The mental duel between the two seemed slow, but in fact it only took a few seconds.
If you really want to be mentally affected in a head-on duel, losing consciousness for a moment can mean the difference between life and death.
However, his "god" was stronger than that of the old monk, and he still had three points left in the duel. Even though the old monk had not been enveloped by his spiritual world, he could not hurt him.
But if he had met this old monk a few months ago, when his internal organs and meridians had not yet condensed, it would have been unclear who would win.
The old monk stood on the official road with his hands clasped, his robes swaying in the breeze, as if nothing was different.
But in his deep-set eye sockets, a pair of eyes were filled with holes, losing all color.
"You are so bad at Zhuanlun Law, but you still have the courage to show off."
After muttering slightly to himself, An Qisheng picked up the string of relic beads from his hand.
The monks of Zhuanlun Temple are famous for not possessing much, and this old monk is even more so. Apart from this string of Buddhist beads, only his cassock is worth a little bit.
"What a prototype of a divine weapon, but it's a pity that it's not suitable for me."
An Qisheng put away the beads, walked past the old monk, and walked away into the distance against the breeze.
Phew~
Behind him, a ray of fire danced on the cassock like a snake, and then swallowed the old monk whole.
Under the stream of light and shadow, blazing torches burned on the official road.
Until it burns to ashes.
