The sea of mind is invisible, but the mirror has quality.
Light and shadow are intertwined on it, and textures are emerging on its body. You can feel an inexplicable sprouting faintly.
No wonder the Three-Hearted Blue Soul Boy feels this way. If anyone else peeked into this mirror, they would definitely not think it was an illusory existence.
"I have thousands of magical powers and principles in my heart, and my heart mirror is in it. I can absorb the advantages of all kinds of magic. It is not surprising to be a psychic. However, wanting to 'come to life' naturally does not happen overnight, and there is no need to be afraid."
An Qisheng observes the inner sea of his heart. He is meticulous and meticulous. He has the strongest control over himself. There is naturally nothing in his body that cannot be hidden from him.
He had tacitly approved and even guided the many changes in his heart.
The birth of a spirit in the heart is naturally a taboo for other monks. If there is any sign, they will kill it, but An Qisheng does not care.
The world is as big as Tai Chi, and the human body is as small as heaven and earth. The self is to oneself as "Heaven" is to the universe. Heaven is not afraid of spirits, so naturally he will not have any fear.
Maybe one day this mind mirror can give birth to spiritual wisdom and powerful supernatural powers, but so what?
If you are afraid of a mirror that you have created with your own hands, how can you practice cultivation, and how can you deal with the 'endless destruction' that you feel in the dark?
"I still feel it's dangerous..."
The three-hearted blue soul boy still felt a little uneasy.
This state of mind contains many truths, and it can even be said that it has truly witnessed all the growth of this 'Mr. Monster'.
If he was born with intelligence, he would almost be the second 'Mr. Monster', right?
"Don't bother."
An Qisheng did not explain again, but with a thought, all the "Tao pattern scrolls" in the mirror seemed to overflow like water waves.
And slowly unfolded in the sea of mind.
The Three-Hearted Blue Soul Boy looked at it from a distance and could clearly see the various Dharma lines and the profound Dao Yun. Every 'Dao Pattern Scroll' was extremely complicated.
And because of its transformation, deeper legal principles will be born in every moment, over and over again, endlessly.
Although he had sketched out many of the connections, as he looked at them, the three-hearted blue soul boy felt that he could not understand them at all.
It is clear that I know every pattern, but when combined, it becomes something I don't recognize.
Even if it knows that each of these thirty-six Taoist paintings contains a powerful magical power, together they adhere to the 'Thirty-six Transformations of Tiangang'.
"Tao and treasure complement each other. Refining treasure is refining Tao. If such a complex and endless spiritual treasure is cast..."
The Three-Hearted Blue Soul Boy couldn't help but marvel: "I'm afraid you will surpass any spiritual treasure in this world in the past and present, right? I'm afraid you will become a true myth in this world, surpassing the Holy Emperor and Heavenly Lord in the past and present!"
In the past few decades, it has gained a lot. The secrets inherited from various sects' holy places and many legends and essays have greatly improved it.
But even among all the legends and myths it knows, it has never seen any spiritual treasure that is as complex as these thirty-six Taoist paintings!
It is very clear that besides these thirty-six days, there are still seventy-two places...
It can't even imagine how far this Mr. Monster will grow when these 'Thirty-Six Days' and 'Seventy-two Lands' are truly born.
Can the barrier between short-lived and long-lived species be overcome?
"Civilization is passed down from generation to generation. The latter is based on the former and expands on it. There is no question of who is better than the other."
An Qisheng was attentive.
The words of the three-hearted blue soul boy did not make any waves in his heart.
There is no meaning in comparing the past and the present. The predecessors opened up the nine realms and eleven steps, and the descendants followed them and walked higher. Are they really stronger than the ancients?
There is no such comparison.
Moreover, even if it is condensed into thirty-six days, and all kinds of magical powers are gathered into the number of 'Earth Evil Tiangang', it may not be able to cross that threshold.
Needless to say, even if you cross that threshold, the victory between strong and weak is not just talk.
If you want to distinguish the strong from the weak, you can only dream of thousands of years of dreaming and compete with the emperors in your dreams.
Otherwise, the ancient and modern emperors can be 'reborn against the will of heaven'!
The three-hearted blue soul boy wanted to say something more, but An Qisheng ignored it, and his divine thoughts gradually gathered on the numerous Taoist paintings.
Deduced one by one in mind, checked for omissions and filled in the gaps, and made various minor adjustments.
Making final preparations for refining the treasure.
Lingbao is like a Taoist treasure, and a treasure is also a Taoist. If something goes wrong, it is extremely difficult to recover. You cannot be too cautious.
...
A great war ended, leaving the world devastated.
That battle was so fierce that even the Holy Land of Great Beginning could not completely bear it.
Beyond the Sacred Mountain of Dashi, the mountains and rivers that stretch for tens of thousands of miles are filled with chasms split by the sharp air currents and strong winds.
The once-familiar mountain peaks have been flattened or even erased, and the land is thousands of miles flat, but there is no trace of greenness on it.
The once boundless spiritual field was completely wiped out by the aftermath, and the formations deployed in the Holy Land of the Great Beginning could not withstand this level of shocking collision.
At this time, the many Dashi Holy Land disciples who were running around the mountains and rivers of the earth, cleaning up the ruins and restoring the earth's veins, felt the same emotions as the disciples of Wanfa Tower before.
Even, ten times stronger.
Such a powerful collision, without the protection of the formation left by the Supreme, I am afraid that the Holy Land of Da Shi will be razed to the ground, right?
Ang~
The divine dragon soars into the sky, and its saliva falls on the earth like rain, triggering the ubiquitous spiritual energy to fall into the earth's veins and restore the vitality of the earth.
The battle to seal the king is not an easy one. After the first battle, just relying on the spontaneous restoration of the world, it would take thousands of years to restore the old outlook. It is only natural to speed up the process.
Datoluo sat cross-legged on the dragon's back, overlooking the messy land and mountains, with a solemn expression.
The mess of tens of thousands of miles of mountains, rivers and land does not attract his attention. What he cares about is the void that fills the heaven and earth.
Even after the war ended, there was a slight aura that never dissipated for a long time.
These breaths are insignificant, but if ignored, they can make this sky and this land barren of grass and birds and animals for thousands of years.
"call!"
Ao Wuhead manifested the body of a divine dragon, opened his mouth and spurted out rain like a waterfall. Ambergris has always been a treasure of heaven and earth, and the dragon's saliva shattered the vacuum.
It can nourish the earth, enlighten the vegetation, and the birds and beasts will fade away from their mortal bodies after learning about it.
If he had not lived in the Holy Land of Da Shi for a long time and was deeply protected by it, Ao Wushou would never have done such a thing.
Huhu~
The divine dragon soars in the sky, spreading sweet rain.
Da Tuo Luo sits cross-legged on the dragon's back, reciting Buddhist chants and washing away the lingering atmosphere between heaven and earth.
On the earth, there are countless disciples, true disciples, and elders of the Great Beginning Holy Land, using various magical powers to cleanse the earth inch by inch.
Restore the earth's veins, reshape the mountains and rivers, and re-open the spiritual fields.
The battle was short, but the aftermath was long. In the end, the two old feudal princes joined in and cleared everything up within a few months.
Then, they began to welcome mountain worshipers from Eastern Continent, other continents, and even foreign races.
"It is indeed a holy land. I have been waiting here for less than half a year, but I can no longer see any traces of the war."
On the Wanlong boat, Zhu Gong looked out from the air and was amazed in his heart.
Naturally, he had seen the previous battle through some means. Not to mention the earth-shattering collision, it was just the storm caused by the Great Shi Jin Zhong Zhong Bo.
It was enough to level this mountain range.
At this time, at first glance, there is not even the slightest trace, which shows how fast the movements of Da Shi Holy Land are.
The aftermath is far beyond Wanfa Tower. Is this a holy place?
"With millions of years of inheritance, even if the strong cannot survive forever, the foundation is beyond our imagination."
Yuan Duxiu looked at the Holy Mountain of Dashi in the distance.
There is a divine light lingering on the Holy Mountain of Dashi, with many Dao patterns flowing, and the rays of light are dense and magnificent.
At this time, under the Holy Mountain of Dashi, there were various strange beasts and birds, and chariots were stopped.
Many of them are not in the style of Dongzhou. Obviously, there are people from other big states coming, and there are quite a few of them.
Obviously, the birth of a king has a far greater impact in today's world than in any other era in ancient and modern times.
It is also beyond the imagination of many people.
"There are many masters among the people who worshiped the mountain this time!" At this time, Miao Meng, who was more and more beautiful in red clothes, walked out of the cabin with a slightly solemn expression.
She could feel the powerful auras inside and outside the Holy Mountain of Da Shi. In fact, although they had spent a lot of time collecting heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
Those who may come faster than them are obviously not ordinary people.
"It doesn't seem to make any difference whether you are a master or not, right?" Zhu Gong stroked his long beard with his hand, but smiled bitterly.
In front of that person at this time.
In today's world, how many people can be called masters?
When thousands of dragon boats move forward, someone comes to greet them, but it is Fang Yingqiu.
"Everyone has come from afar, and I apologize for the poor hospitality." Fang Yingqiu came through the air, cupped his hands from afar, and led everyone in Wanfa Tower to the front of the mountain.
When they arrived at the mountain, everyone saw that there were more people in front of the mountain than expected, and they were even more mixed. Many of them spoke in different tones and dressed in chariots, and they were obviously not practitioners from Dongzhou.
They are all waiting.
There is no doubt that monks are the most difficult group of people to manage, and many masters from all over the world gather here, including many Dongtian and vacuum-shattering experts.
But everyone was very peaceful. Even though the mountain gate was right in front and no permission was allowed, no one dared to enter.
Even though there were many monks gathered together, there was not a trace of noise in front of the mountain.
Several people on the Wanlong boat looked at each other.
Several of them had more or less relationships with An Qisheng, or had met him. Although they were shocked by his achievements, they did not have much change in their hearts.
Until this time, I saw thousands of great monks waiting solemnly at the foot of the mountain, sitting or standing, closing their eyes or looking into the distance, but there was not a trace of noise.
Only then did his heart change, and he suddenly felt great awe.
Thirty million years ago, until now, there are only eleven steps in the nine realms. The Tongtian realm is not only the king, but also the highest among the nine realms!
In other words, it is the true pinnacle and ceiling among the trillions of Jingzhao monks throughout the ages!
Miao Meng glanced at Yuan Duxiu, who was also thoughtful beside her, and felt touched in her heart:
"Yuanyang...King."
