Ever since Wang Yangming's inheritance of psychology, An Qisheng has learned too much about anything.

Fully developed his amazing talent above the spirit.

After entering the Jiufu Realm, whether it is Wang Quan's old-fashioned Unnamed Boy Art, or the later Dragon Tiger Pure Yang Qi, Soul Deprivation Dafa, Tian Yi Seizing the Spirit Sutra can be learned in one go, and there is almost no hindrance.

Ferris wheel method, of course, will not be an exception.

Even, because of his countless experiences of falling into a dream, the practice of this Ferris Wheel is much faster than other martial arts!

In just two months, he has broken through the triple realm of "seeing people", "seeing me" and "seeing all beings", and has stepped into the fourth level of "seeing heaven and earth" in the Ferris Wheel Method!

da~

An Qisheng tapped the table with his fingers.

Substantial ripples splashed where his fingers met the tabletop, and spread like a concentric circle.

It seems that the space where it is located has turned into a water surface!

Ripples and sound waves reverberate on this 'water surface'.

"This is"

The Buddha beads in the old monk's palm stagnated slightly.

I only felt that the figure of the old Taoist who was an arm away suddenly rose and became bigger. No, the old Taoist did not change, but he was shrinking and becoming smaller and smaller.

Was he actually pulled into the spiritual world by him?

The old monk's face was stunned, and the Buddha beads polished by the eminent monk's relic were almost crushed.

Startled, the old monk stood up suddenly, and the Buddha beads in his palm suddenly lit up.

hum~

Like a small sun rising.

But even though the brilliance was shining and the infinite light and heat penetrated all directions in an instant, the slowly reverberating ripples spread freely.

Even when the light and heat exploded, the spread was even more turbulent.

But the taller and taller figure was just an arm's length away from him, but it seemed to be in another spatial dimension, and was not affected in the slightest.

"How can this be!"

A look of shock appeared on the deeply wrinkled face of the old monk.

The string of Buddha beads in his palm was created by the relics left by the monks of the Zhuanlun Temple after they were seated.

Similarly, it is also an important reliance for him to mobilize the spiritual world with his great qi pulse.

It can magnify one's own 'God' several times, and it has a very powerful breaking effect on all spiritual techniques.

He once took over a 'vacuum hometown' from the White Lotus Demon Sect who taught Mrs. White Lotus with this treasure.

But at this moment, did not break open the spiritual world of the old Taoist?

This old Taoist actually learned the wheel-turning method, and he learned more advanced than himself?

How can this be?

In the light of burning flames, the shocked face of the old monk was reflected.

"Don't think about it!"

His surging emotions were instantly suppressed by him. The old monk fell between his sleeves and sat down, his eyes closed, and he recited the Buddhist scriptures in the soft golden light as the Buddha beads turned.

Having practiced wheel-turning for decades, he is even more aware of the power of spiritual fighting.

If one is not good, his soul will be shattered and ashes will be wiped out, and he will not even be able to enter the Buddhist kingdom of the teacher, the wheel-turning king.

"Concentrating, is it useful?"

An Qisheng's eyes drooped down, looking down at the small old monk on the ground like an ant.

slap~

He raised his hand slowly and snapped his fingers lightly.

hum~

The pure and vast spiritual power is like a sudden uproar on the surging river and sea, instantly destroying the spiritual world constructed by the old monk and completely submerging it.

Ever since he practiced the Ferris Wheel, he has thought about how he wants to construct his own spiritual world.

In the past, the great devil built the blood sea hell, but those who were pulled into it by him often had to undergo thousands of human tortures, breaking the enemy's spirit with the most severe punishment.

In order to achieve the effect of completely ravaging the enemy's spirit and soul.

But for him who has lived in two lives and has experienced two eras of information explosion, this is too childish.

Just that, what's the point?

If you want to kill people, fists and palms are enough, killing people, physical destruction is enough, why do you need this wheel-turning method?

Therefore, at the beginning of his practice, he had countless thoughts on how to maximize the effect of this Ferris Wheel Method.

After months of thinking, I finally saw the prototype.

This old monk came, just right, just in time to experiment one or two.

wow~

At the same time that the rolling and slapping mental tide submerged everything, the old monk opened his 'eyes' in astonishment.

It was actually beaten out from the state of concentration.

As his heart shook, he suddenly realized that he was standing on a square like a white jade.

And at the infinite height, two eyes like the sun and the moon are flowing down from the bottom:

"Welcome to

my world! "

boom!

Like the roar of the sky, the old monk only felt a shock in his heart, and he was in a trance and didn't know where he was.

In the next instant, his spirit was completely submerged.

When I opened my eyes again.

What caught the eye was a house with old walls, a mottled roof, and a large, rough face with an inexplicable surprise.

who am I?

This is where?

Who are they?

"This boy is a little ugly"

"Newborn children are so wrinkled."

"It's better to grow up"

Words that he had never heard before, but that he naturally understood, rang in his ears.

He turned his neck with difficulty and saw that it was a tired and loving woman leaning on the bed.

"Dalang is looking at me!"

The woman smiled weakly and looked at the man:

"Wu Lang, you haven't named your child yet."

"I don't know how many characters can I name? When I save some money, go ask a gentleman for a name."

The man hesitated for a moment and then said:

"Now, let's call Dalang first, Wu Dalang"

'Wu Dalang'

His spirit was a little sleepy, and he fell into a deep sleep.

It is not necessarily only pain that can break the spirit, there are many ways.

In the depths of a bright soul, Daoyitu blooms under the brilliance of water.

An Qisheng slowly turned a white jade-like scroll in his hand, and as his thoughts turned, the pictures in the scroll kept changing.

With his current spiritual realm, it is not enough to outline a perfect world.

In fact, even the big skyscrapers of the past are not enough to outline a complete world.

Big Sky also knew this, so he just sketched out a **** **** and tortured the enemy's mind and spirit simply and rudely.

If the enemy collapses, he will take advantage of the emptiness to rewrite his soul and tamper with his memory.

And even if the enemy carries it over, it will inevitably suffer indelibly heavy losses.

Because the spiritual confrontation is itself a loss to the 'God', after the heavy injury, it is natural and simple to want to kill.

But it is also because it is too single, it is easy to suffer big losses when encountering people who really do not take pain in their hearts and who are extremely determined.

This is also the reason why he was beheaded by the Dragon Sparrow Sword Master.

With such a lesson in mind, An Qisheng has more consideration for his own spiritual world. At this time, he is not enough to outline a complete spiritual world, nor does he want to outline a potential punishment like a big skyscraper. land.

It's very simple, first outline a corner, see the big from the small, and there can be a step-by-step improvement.

"This old monk's mind is indeed firm, and his spirit is rare and pure, at least it can last longer."

An Qisheng looked at the scroll.

With his current spirit, it was easy to defeat the old monk in one go, but such a simple and crude method would be a waste of such a precious test item.

With the old monk's mental strength, it was enough to last for a long time.

But An Qisheng is not in a hurry at all. He has been a human being in two lives, and what he lacks the most is the 'story' one by one.

But this is not in a hurry.

The struggle and tempering of each other's spirits are also of great benefit to their own spirits.

It is a pity that even if he does not want to easily wipe out the spirit of this old monk, in his spiritual world, even if he does nothing, his energy will be wiped out.

You have your own fleshly body to rely on, and you can replenish your vital energy.

The old monk who cut off the connection between the body and the spirit by him, but the spirit can only become weaker and weaker, until it is completely wiped out.

huh~

On the official road illuminated by the light, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

Before the official road, it was completely empty. Where are there any teahouse guests, horses and goods?

There is only one old monk with his hands folded and standing in the middle of the official road.

Everything is an illusion.

"Spiritual duel is much more dangerous than head-to-head combat."

An Qisheng exhaled slowly.

When the old monk first appeared, he found out, and at that time, he was still a mile away, and at this time, he was only ten feet away from him.

The spiritual duel between the two seems to be slow, but in fact it only takes a few snaps of time.

If you really want to be affected by the spirit in the frontal decisive battle, the momentary absence is the line of life and death.

However, his 'god' is stronger than the old monk, and he still has three points left in the duel. Even if the old man has not been enveloped by his spiritual world, he cannot be hurt.

But if he met this old monk a few months ago, when his five internal organs and meridians had not yet condensed, then it would really be a deer, and it is still unknown.

The old monk stood on the official road with his hands folded, and the breeze swayed his monk robe, as if nothing was different.

But in his deep-set eye sockets~lightnovelpub.net~, his eyes were full of holes and lost all color.

"With such a poor study of Zhuan Lun Law, I have the courage to show it off."

Wei Wei muttered to himself, and An Qisheng picked up the string of relic beads from his hand.

The monks of Zhuanlun Temple are notorious for their lack of possessions, and this is even more so for this old monk. In addition to this string of beads, the cassock is also worth a little money.

"It's a good prototype of a magic weapon, but unfortunately it's not suitable for me."

An Qisheng put away the beads, paced past the old monk, and walked into the distance against the breeze.

huh~

Behind him, a ray of fire swayed on the cassock like a snake, and then swallowed the old monk completely.

Under the flow of light and shadow, flaming torches were burning on the official road.

until it burns to ashes.