Pei Xihe was shocked when he heard this voice.
This voice is exactly the same as the light and shadow of the Emperor's Song before, and it must be the remnants of his consciousness.
She was surprised but also felt that it was natural. Even if a person like the ancient holy demon died and was transformed into Taixu, he could survive for countless years with a ray of obsession.
But judging from his words, it is obvious that he knows what he is thinking?
While Pei Xihe was thinking, she felt a majestic force pressing towards her, causing her to lose consciousness.
In the main hall, as its light flashed, it naturally involved the spiritual perception of many cultivators.
Several cultivators failed to suppress the distracting thoughts in their hearts, so they used their mind power to peep at it. However, they saw that his figure disappeared under the light, and they couldn't help but feel shocked and unwilling.
They have broken through the illusion. After all, which monk can reach this temple with simple background and means? But I was stumped by the final "debate".
The problems encountered by monks are not the same. The assessment left by Di Ge still retains its great power. Even if it has declined, it still has an unimaginable level, which is enough to give a glimpse of the biggest problem that exists among them.
Only by thoroughly understanding this issue can we truly move on to the next assessment.
If you are unable to comprehend in the Palace of Ideas, you can return to reality and go to "debate" again at any time.
They didn't know what kind of problems this female cultivator was facing. They thought in their hearts that this female cultivator who transformed into gods had taken a big advantage. After all, how could the problems of practicing in the realm of transforming gods be compared with the flaws in their Mahayana cultivation? ?
Several people quickly restrained their unwillingness, fell silent, and fell into thinking, hoping to get a glimpse of the answer to the "debate".
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Tianxu China.
In the inner gate of Kunlun, the seven immortal peaks named after the Big Dipper coincide with the flow of spiritual veins here, so they can be endless and endless, with abundant spiritual energy and prosperous immortality.
The monks used extremely mysterious methods to create such a layout of heaven and earth, which allowed the feng shui to converge, lock the luck, and gather auspiciousness, so that the sect could be passed on and live forever in the world.
But at this moment, a little black light suddenly appeared in the vast white clouds.
It was lightning, and it appeared a little in the bright white, which was particularly obvious.
And from the point to the surface, it was just a blink of an eye. In an instant, there was a cloud of ink, thunder roared, and crackling thunder flashes loomed from it. Before the sound came, there was a white light shining in front of the eyes.
"Which senior brother and sister will survive the thunder tribulation? What a huge battle!"
"Hiss, it seems to be the Five Nine Thunder Tribulation of Transformation God. Jianzi broke through the Transformation God a few years ago. Now there are seniors who can overcome the Five Nine Thunder Tribulation?"
"Oh my God, the thunderclouds have continued for more than five thousand miles. Isn't this momentum so powerful? It's not much worse than the thunderclouds that lasted for six thousand eight hundred miles."
"It's Senior Sister Jiang! Her Nascent Soul has been in perfect retreat for many years, and now she has successfully transformed into a spirit."
"Don't talk nonsense, let's go quickly to observe the thunder tribulation. These talented people will overcome the tribulation, and you and I will be of great benefit."
"That's right, quickly move away with the sword and find a suitable position. If my uncle successfully transforms into a god and showers blessings from heaven and earth, you and I will also be able to improve our cultivation."
The disciples in the seven peaks moved one after another, most of them were unwilling to miss such a rare opportunity to observe, and many disciples came out of seclusion to observe the Thunder Tribulation of Transformation.
The female cultivator in gray robes on a fairy peak looked at the thunderstorm in the sky. The thunderclouds were still spreading and spreading, reaching a scale of six thousand miles, which was terrifying.
There was both relief and worry in her eyes, which finally turned into trust and determination.
This female correction was Jiang Mingzhu's master Suwen, she murmured in a low voice.
"Now that the pearl has been completed, it has been settling for several years. It will surely become a god in one fell swoop."
"It's just that the inner demon calamity is ultimately unpredictable."
She was not worried about the five-nine thunder tribulations. After all, Jiang Mingzhu was born in the Jiang family and had the inheritance of her own dharma lineage. She had solid cultivation. Even if the thunder was terrifying, the longevity of Mu Xing would never be a problem.
Just thinking about the inner demon calamity, Su Wen couldn't help but have a dark light in his eyes.
This calamity would not have occurred if the Taoist heart was strong and unimpeded, but I understand this closed disciple.
Jiang Mingzhu was afraid that she had never thought that she had a flaw in her heart.
When she was still young, she didn't know why she frequently targeted the current Jianzi Ming Linlang. Su Wen saw it in her eyes but did not say any words to admonish her because she believed that Jiang Mingzhu, who was born in the Jiang family, would never use any slanderous tactics.
If peers compete with each other, they will also make progress with each other.
But with the experience of the Divine Hidden Realm, she knew that her disciples had lost a lot of their competitive spirit, and they no longer had that kind of stubbornness.
But what happened happened, just like a wooden board penetrated by steel nails, even if it is removed, it will leave traces.
In addition, Jiang Mingzhu was born with arrogance and did not want to be weaker than others. Although she gradually became more restrained and sharp as she grew older and cultivated, she still never changed her true temperament.
After transforming into a god and condensing his soul, he has become a high-level monk, and the calamity of inner demons will probably follow.
She looked towards the sky and saw a green figure escaping into the rolling thunderclouds.
Jiang Mingzhu was wearing a green dress, and her eyes were as clear as glass, filled with brilliance.
Her face was indifferent, but her eyes were filled with a certain sharpness.
The first thunderbolt of the Five-Nine Thunder Tribulation came without any warning, and suddenly the portable and dancing thunder snakes suddenly fell on him.
Jiang Mingzhu's physical body obviously also had extraordinary abilities. The lightning flashed but was completely wiped out by the ripples on the body's surface.
She was clothed in green light and immediately jumped into the sea of thunder, causing countless Kunlun disciples who were watching to change their colors in surprise.
The thunder suddenly became fierce, and the second, third, and fourth rays fell on his body as if without stopping. The unique destructive energy of the thunder from heaven and earth became more and more intense, trying to completely obliterate it. .
I saw a bluish-white radiance between his brows, and the movement of natural Taoism turned the destructive power in the thunder into the power of creation, nourishing the physical body to become even more powerful.
The power of thunder that had not been taken down was sucked up by a small gourd in front of him while it was spinning.
The Five-Nine Thunder Tribulation never hindered her pace.
But when the thunder stopped, the dark clouds did not dissipate. A wisp of scarlet rolled in them. Jiang Mingzhu suddenly understood. She crossed her legs among the clouds and was enveloped by the bloody light.
The calamity of inner demons has arrived.
When the calamity rolled around, Jiang Mingzhu finally knew where the flaw in her soul lay.
After all, it was the storybook "The Path to Heaven" that inexplicably appeared in his mind when he was a boy. A vague portrait appeared in front of him, and his face was constantly changing.
His voice was bewitching, but it hit his heart like a heavy hammer.
"You are the unique and supreme jewel of the Jiang family."
"You were born to deserve the best in the world. You should be the most outstanding and the most eye-catching."
"But in front of you there is a dazzling bouquet of flowers, like a bright moon, which makes the monks of our generation feel gloomy. Behind you, there is Pei Xihe, like a bright sun hanging high in the sky, overwhelming the opponents of ancient and modern people."
"Are you really not jealous? Aren't you just a supporting character in that storybook now?"
Jiang Mingzhu wanted to answer, but was speechless.
She could hear the voice in her heart. When she was young, she had gone toe-to-toe with Ming Linlang because she was unwilling to do so. She was born arrogant and saw other people's light as her own. Really, no?
After a long time, Jiang Mingzhu finally heard her own voice.
"jealous."
She raised her head and looked at the blurry figure, only to see that its facial features became clearer and clearer, and finally transformed into another version of herself, and "her" cold hand touched her cheek.
"Yes, you are jealous, you are unwilling, you are not as free and easy as you imagined. I am the embodiment of your dissatisfaction with desire. Why don't you accept me? Why was I born?"
"Jiang Mingzhu, you are not as perfect as you think you are."
"Your Taoist heart is flawed."
"Among those geniuses and monsters, who will remember you? Who are you?"
A sound fell, the sound was obviously gentle, but it was like a drum or a heavy hammer.
Jiang Mingzhu's seven orifices overflowed with blood, and she could feel the erosion of her inner demons and the disintegration of her Taoist heart.
But those glazed pupils burst out with unparalleled brilliance.
"I am the young master of the Jiang family, and I am Jiang Mingzhu."
"The Taoist name is Wushuang."
All the things in the past were like prisons, and all the delusions and desires were just confusing illusions.
Jiang Mingzhu stretched out her hand and crushed his formless body to pieces under the incredible gaze of the inner demon.
It turns out that the flaw in her soul was that she did not dare to face her dark side. She was unwilling but ashamed of herself. Her distracting thoughts were like heavy shackles that bound her body. But when she faced these unfavorable things, they melted away like frost and snow under the sun.
The snow melts and the frost goes away, and the spring branches sprout.
Take off the old shackles of the past and know who I am today.
When the sun and the moon compete for glory, I am also unparalleled.
All the blood on her face faded under the fluctuating spiritual power, and her Nascent Soul and her soul had quietly reunited under the calamity of inner demons.
The primordial spirit is dazzling, and the realm of transformation into gods has been achieved!
A vision descended from the sky, full of auspiciousness, and only twenty-four-grade green lotuses descended from the sky.
There were Kunlun disciples from all over the world with expressions of reverence on their faces, and they shouted loudly.
"His Majesty the God of Congratulations!"
There was an experimental class in the morning, and in the afternoon I went to the research group to do experiments. I did it all day, so I didn't have time to code, so I posted it a little late.
This chapter has a lot of content, two thousand and seven.
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