The Return of the City’s Cultivation

Ye Tian once again entered the Origin Realm. Now he was born without spiritual thoughts. He could only use the tangible method of inferiority. His fingers followed the avenue. He pinched an unknown maneuver. The ten fingers were intertwined, but the fingertips were all entangled. Exposed, the ten fingers like white jade looked like a delicately carved flower. It was the fingertips and the entrance to gather the yin and yang of the sun and moon beads.

The demon **** in the black sword is a existence between nothingness and reality. It is neither real nor virtual, that is, reality and emptiness. Although it cannot be seen or touched, it exists there. It is not a way, a soul, or a mind. I want to use sacrifices. It is very difficult to sense the demon **** in the sword by means other than the law. Because gods and people are in the same space, but not in the same dimension. No one on the whole earth, or except Ye Tian, ​​can do this.

For example, people are worshiping and enshrining the gods, they can only pray, and cannot sense the gods. And some monks use the methods of chanting mantras, making amulets, and chanting to sense the gods. For example, there are some methods of reconnaissance to communicate with the gods, saying that they can get the guidance and enlightenment of the gods, but they only capture the gods. The projected image is nothing but a real communication with the gods.

What Ye Tian has to do is to integrate his own thoughts or primordial spirit into the nature of the great avenue, and directly enter the inexplicable dimension of the gods. Of course, this method is shocking on the earth, and seems to break through. Void and reality, passing through to another world, there is a little bit of broken void, the taste of entering the fairy world, of course, this is just a metaphor, and the real broken void is not geometrically different.

He uses his hands to arouse yin and yang qi, sympathize with yin and yang, and the force of nature converges in the entrance. A hole in the profound entrance, born in nothingness, where the imaginary and true spirits of humans blend, is where the original spirit resides, and it is a place where all the laws are unified.

I saw that within a mile of what Ye Tian prescribed, there were scattered white water vapor everywhere. The mountains, rocks, trees, the earth, and the sky all seemed to be a misty piece, and I couldn’t see the true appearance of things. A stray mass of water vapor changes with the Tao, without fixation, as if when the chaos first opened, the illusion and the reality were undivided.

Ye Tian sitting there, a little aura lighted up between his brows, and the aura turned into a thin line, silently plunged into the black giant sword.

Ye Tian’s thoughts entered the mysterious dimension, and once again saw the demon **** whose head resembled a palace, legs like a mast, and was covered in runes. The difference from the last time I saw him is that the demon god’s body is around. Thousands and tens of thousands of green light clusters were countless souls that it had swallowed over the past few hundred years. However, this soul was only left with resentment and violent aura, and could no longer survive beyond life.

This demon is called "Ghost King", and now it is just a ray of remnant soul, or not even a remnant soul, just a little bit of thought.

"hiss!"

Ye Tian took a deep breath, and felt that in this dimension, the tragic aura directly caused his thoughts to tremble.

"Worthy of being a god!"

In the past, Ye Tian still didn't look down on this ghost king. He felt that it was only made by the method of sacrificial sacrifice, but now he feels that it is not simple. If it is not eliminated in time, it may control people's minds, cause people to be demons, and give them to Ye Tian. Brings no small trouble.

The ghost king kept demonizing into tigers, vipers, Rakshasa, and Yasha, and was about to deprive Ye Tian alive, but these were all illusions. Ye Tian didn't wrinkle his brows. Instead, he quietly concentrated, smiling in a trance, and suddenly , Countless white flames, like waves of fire, curled up the tongue of fire, and came out of nothingness.

It is to transform one thought with one thought, and to replace all thoughts with one thought, which spurred the indescribable karma fire of other dimensions, and reached the realm of "fire without luck and self-refinement".

The ghost king, together with those souls, and even the entire miserable world, seemed as if the ice and snow met the scorching sun, a little bit of melting, and was gradually refined by Ye Tian amidst the screams of misery. In the end, only the ghost king was left. That ray of divine thought, the entire dimension, this dull and dark, cold and cold world, suddenly collapsed and returned to nothingness. When Ye Tian's thoughts were collected, he suddenly returned to the real world, but in the ghost king and thousands of souls. The moment he was killed, the endless ghost crying and cursing voice echoed in his ears: "The commander will not spare you!"

At the same time, an old man with a majestic complexion suddenly popped out of his mind. His eyes were like starlight and life was like dust. Yuan Yu Yuezhi gave a slight "Huh" and disappeared immediately, but with this sound, Ye Tian was seen. My heart trembled, his brows instantly frowned, and he whispered: "Great handsome?"

Ye Tian didn't think about it any more. He punched the spirit of the emptiness into the fishbone sword, and merged with the spirit of the dragon tortoise. The whole fishbone sword suddenly appeared, and suddenly disappeared again. Sometimes the sword could be seen. The body, sometimes only saw a bright light, as if it was submerged in nothingness for a while, and appeared in the real world for a while. However, the shadow of this sword in the ground has stayed underground, which shows that he has been in this world, but sometimes entered another. One dimension layer.

It's like TV channels are all in this world, but with ordinary TV, you really can't watch several channels at the same time. Different dimensions mean that they are not on the same channel.

At the same time, a white light bloomed on the sword. It was a cold winter that made people tremble, but the temperature within 10 meters of Ye Tian was constant at about 20 degrees. I believe that if it is scorching heat now, it must be such a constant temperature. , And some strange sounds came from the fishbone sword, like chanting, chanting, and talking to unknown things between heaven and earth.

Ye Tian thought, the fishbone sword disappeared instantly, not breaking into the void, but entering another dimension, another channel that ordinary people can't see, and the black sword has long been shattered into powder flying in the sky. .

The dragon turtle spirit has this trace of divine consciousness. After a period of time, after complete fusion, Ye Tian can not only practice real swordsmanship, but also the dragon turtle spirit has the possibility of stepping into the level of the gods.

Ye Tian came to his senses this time, but saw the setting sun slanting westward, and the sky was full of sunset clouds. However, the harvest of most of the day made him overjoyed. He returned to the villa. The daughters of Shang Qingqing were helping Wang Xiuwen to handle the tens of billions of transfer of the Wang family. Wang Xiuwen looked at this genius, and looked at the dusty fairy, and each of them is a figure with wrists reaching the sky, smiling from ear to ear, and his face is red. After Ye Tian came in, he took a deep look at him. .

Ye Tian just entered the villa. Yuan Tian, ​​who had left a few days ago, left and returned. He lowered his body respectfully to Ye Tian and asked in a deliberate tone: "Ye Zhenren, the order of our Chinese troops has come down."

"After the Lantern Festival, can we take office?"