After waking up from the Rakshasa ghost mist, Ma Hongjun was recalling what he saw and heard in the illusion, while looking for a way to break the situation.
In fact, there was no need for Tai Chi Chongtong to check. Ma Hongjun had already understood that he was in an illusion since he woke up.
It's just that this illusion is so real and terrifying that even his Tai Chi Chongtong couldn't find a way to break it for a while.
Later, as he recalled what he saw, heard and observed along the way, Ma Hongjun guessed that he should have entered another test on the road to hell, that is, a spiritual test.
This is a story that uses the deepest desires and obsessions of the human heart as a guide to create an illusion that makes people escape and trap them.
That means facing your own demons.
Ma Hongjun didn't know if it was because the road to hell had not yet been opened, or because his strength at this time was far superior to that of Tang Yin and Hu Liena in the original time and space. Anyway, the third test he entered by mistake was stronger than the two people in the original time and space. The third test faced was more real and more terrifying.
Unlike the first two levels, Ma Hongjun passed them easily.
Of course, it's also possible that it was just a coincidence that led him to encounter the Ten-Headed Fierce Sun Snake and the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King.
But no matter what, the third level’s spiritual test is correct.
"Although it was caused by obsession, in any case, it still allowed me to return to my master's dojo to have a look. The injury was well worth it."
Ma Hongjun smiled slightly, which immediately caused another violent cough.
Over the years, it's not like he hasn't tried to practice Taoism, but even the fetal breath, which is comparable to the top-level mimicry practice, he has entered several times, but he just can't get into it.
It was as if there was a chasm standing in front of him, preventing him from taking that step.
From that moment on, Ma Hongjun knew that although he could practice cultivation in this world, God's will seemed not to allow him to practice immortality.
But it is also true that it would take thousands of years for others to become gods before they could accumulate enough power of faith to break through the hundred-level mark, but it only took him more than ten years or decades to become a god once he swallowed the golden elixir of the Great Dao. You can live as long as the heaven and the earth, and shine with the sun and the moon, and you don’t need to ascend to the divine realm.
A carefree immortal, an immortal god, although Ma Hongjun didn't know why God did not allow him to cultivate immortality, but since the rules of heaven and earth did not allow it, he would just practice martial arts honestly.
As the saying goes, Tao follows nature, adapting to the characteristics of this world, and concentrating on cultivating the way of martial arts, isn't that not cultivating Tao?
Of course, the way of martial arts is also a way, but even if Ma Hongjun figured it out, he still couldn't let go of his obsession until he was attacked this time.
Ma Hongjun recalled the scenes that happened next after waking up from the Taoist alchemy room. If it weren't for his great luck in the illusion, he might still be struggling in the illusion at this time.
You know, he practiced hard for more than ten years in his previous life, but finally achieved nothing, so that he gradually became addicted to some messy things. In the end, because of an accident, or an occasional flash of inspiration, his soul awakened, that is, he cultivated the divine fetus, and then Squeeze yourself dry and die.
However, he was lucky. After his soul squeezed out all the energy from his body, his master in his first life noticed him. Unable to bear his demise, he casually threw him into this world like trash with a ray of Tai Chi divine light.
That is to say, he was wrapped in the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram, and after traveling through the turbulent flow of time and space for an unknown length of time, he was reincarnated in this world.
Otherwise, given his current state, as long as the energy carried by his soul is exhausted, he will inevitably have to go through the pain of reincarnation again.
However, with the blessing of the Tai Chi divine light that his master casually waved, Ma Hongjun did not have to worry about his true spirit being deceived by pollution.
So nearly three years after he was reincarnated as Douluo, his past life memories began to recover.
Later, he developed the Tai Chi Soul Spin that suppresses the sea of consciousness.
Ma Hongjun understood that if it were not for the remaining charm of the Tai Chi divine light that his master casually waved, his Tai Chi concept at that time would not have been successful. This is the real reason why no one later learned the Tai Chi concept.
But with the recovery of memories, especially after the first exchange of cultivation techniques with Tang San, how could Ma Hongjun be willing to just practice internal strength?
Although the inner strength has been transformed into soul power since the martial soul awakened and was affected by the martial soul, Ma Hongjun's biggest regret in his heart is undoubtedly that he has no immortal destiny, cannot enter the Tao, and cannot become an immortal.
Therefore, the obsession in his heart to become an immortal has always been in his heart and has never dissipated.
This is why the illusion he entered after entering the third level of the Rakshasa ghost mist, that is, the blood-red mist, was part of the time when he was learning Taoism in the mountains in his previous life.
The so-called spiritual illusion is to face one's inner demons head-on. If he has unsatisfied obsessions in his heart, the illusion will complete it for him.
This is also the reason why Ma Hongjun was so lucky in the fantasy world. When he searched for the ancient immortal cave, he really entered the place where immortals live.
Then the immortal also tested them, gave them elixirs, and taught them magic. Isn't this just a perfect fairy tale and adventure?
There is also the red-haired little lolita with animal ears who is only 1.5 meters tall. Ma Hongjun said she is what she is, which is easier than saying what she says.
Ma Hongjun asked her to be a flute player by his side, and the girl immediately bowed her head and bowed. Her head was banging loudly, and she was even more domineering than a king.
There is also the evil spirit that he just grabbed to death. Ma Hongjun said that Changsheng is based on Yin Changsheng, so he appeared in the form of Changsheng, and his wishes came true more than anything else.
It’s really just me looking for an adventure in fairyland!
There was also the evil spirit who pretended to be his Taoist master in his previous life, and specifically asked him and the evil spirit pretending to be Zhang Jingxu to follow him into the cave for a look.
All these things were dominated by him, so that he not only had adventures in immortality, but also received a different kind of enlightened elf as a boy.
Even the Nine-turn Golden Pill was given to him for free. If Ma Hongjun still couldn't find a way to break the situation, then his experience and practice in the past and present life would be less useful than a pig.
So, after he broke free from the obsession that bound his soul, the entire illusion shattered and he returned to his true self.
"Well, this is it."
On the road to hell, Ma Hongjun looked around and stopped walking alone.
Around him, the blood-red lake like lava was already less than a foot away from him. In other words, if you continue forward, the road to hell will almost end.
Ma Hongjun chose a fork in the road as usual, took out the belongings he had brought with him, and began to arrange a residence for him to heal and rest on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, more than half an hour passed, and Ma Hongjun, who endured severe pain all over his body, finally completed the decoration.
"It's not bad. Although it can't be isolated from the surrounding Rakshasa energy and the terrifying high temperature, at least it has a temporary shelter."
Ma Hongjun nodded, clenched his silver teeth, and with a kacha sound, he first touched the dislocated bone and joint, then gritted his teeth, and with a pop, his hands quickly touched several places on the body, and quickly pulled out the punctures. The bone fragments that came out of the skin then sealed the golden-red blood that wanted to spurt out.
With his strong recovery and vitality, the horrific wounds left by the Contra-level evil spirit and the nine Soul Saint-level evil spirits on his body had already stopped bleeding and scabbed.
Even because he was still fighting desperately at that time and was surrounded by phoenix flames, it effectively prevented the golden-red precious blood from flowing out, and also prevented the rapid loss of water in the body.
It won't work now. He has less than 10% of his soul power and is seriously injured. As a result, his strong recovery and vitality have plummeted. If the wound is not sealed in time, there is a risk of massive blood loss and excessive water loss.
Come and try it quickly. 】
Then, Ma Hongjun violently spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood, which was also mixed with internal organs fragments, and fell on the stone slab on his body, making a sizzling sound in an instant.
"hiss!"
Ma Hongjun gasped in pain at the hot, evil smell of blood all around him, and slumped down on the ice blue crystal stone bench beneath him.
"It's so cruel. If I hadn't been able to live without food, Xiang would have been beaten out by me."
Ma Hongjun looked down at the dark brown blood hole in his abdomen that was thicker than an adult's arm. Although it had already scabbed, he could still tell how miserable he was at that time.
In this case, if he were still protecting his body with the soul power gauze condensed by pure Yang Qi, if it were Dugu Bo in the original time and space, the horror would have been torn apart by the group of vicious ghosts and resentful ghosts.
Ma Hongjun licked his chapped lips and took out the water stored in the flame ring with difficulty. He wanted to take a sip, but when he saw the blood hole in his abdomen, he resisted this meaningless move.
"Forget it, I'll stop drinking. Although it won't leak out, it still feels a bit weird. It's not too late to drink again after I've fully recovered."
The thoughts in Ma Hongjun's mind turned around, and he put away the water in his hand. Then he moved his legs with difficulty to sit cross-legged on the cold crystal stone bench, and officially began the journey of healing and recovery.
boom!
In an instant, as the thin soul power circulated in his body, a black and red flame suddenly emerged from Ma Hongjun's body.
Accompanied by the rich breath of life and the gentle but not hot fire of Nirvana, Ma Hongjun's wound that had just been torn again due to bone removal began to scab quickly and turned into a dark brown lump.
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