It was dark in front of him, and then there was a light again, and his divine consciousness was released extremely quickly, and the eyes of heaven were still wide open, overlapping with his vision.
Being in a dark environment, there are dark spaces up and down, left and right, and there is nothing and there seems to be everything, as if she can create everything in a single thought.
Tianyan didn't see anything beyond her divine sense and line of sight, she slowly looked around, frowning slightly.
Looking down at the quaint little clock in his hand, he held a black chain in his other hand, and his mind moved slightly, and the chain shrunk and then entrenched on the wrist of his left hand.
It seems that something echoes in her memory, and it is also a black chain that is also entrenched in a wrist, and the person with this chain, she has not remembered it for a long time.
Thinking so in his heart, a familiar and unfamiliar figure suddenly appeared in front of him, a thin and slightly melancholy young man stood in front of him, his eyes were so dark and pure that he seemed to have no emotion, and even reflected Zhang Xiaohan's image in his eyes looking at Zhang Xiaohan.
Simple Zhang Xiaohan called out hesitantly in her heart, but she controlled her face without showing half of her feelings, of course she could still remember that one moment ago she was standing on the tower to collect the ancient clock in her hand and the chain tied to the ancient clock, and the next moment she was teleported here, and her mind saw him as soon as she thought of simplicity.
Eight thousand years have passed, and the simplicity is still the same as the first sight, there is no emotion and waves in her eyes, as if it is the eyes of a demon beast, her eyes look at the simple wrist, which is covered by long sleeves, and the existence of the bundle fairy rope cannot be seen.
She looked at simplicity faintly, thinking about the origin of this space, as if she could reflect the image of the person she thought of in her heart, or still carry the ability of that person.
As soon as she thought of this, she saw her simple hand move slightly, she quietly took a step back, the ancient clock in her hand was thrown upward, the spiritual power was injected, the ancient bell buzzed and expanded, and an equally simple light shrouded it, and in a few moments, it bounced open the bundle of immortal ropes.
At the moment when the bundle of immortal ropes was bounced open, her consciousness was in pain, as if her divine sense had been attacked, and before she had time to think about it, she saw that the bundle of immortal ropes was entangled again, and the white snake in it swam happily, but it was bounced away the moment it touched the ancient bell.
Zhihai was in pain again, Zhang Xiaohan understood in a trance that she shouldn't think of simplicity, she shouldn't think of anyone, she closed her eyes vigorously, and forcibly distorted the simple image in her mind and replaced it with another image that she was most familiar with and most unfamiliar with.
She slowly opened her eyes, and sure enough, it was her familiar and unfamiliar self that she had thought of.
Dressed in a gray robe, half of the long hair was casually curled, and the other half was draped over his shoulders, his delicate face was cold, his eyes were looking at each other, and his eyes were so pure that he could not see any emotion.
Just like the previous pair of eyes, sure enough, the people in my mind are emotionless.
Her heart trembled slightly, and she looked more closely at herself in her mind, the person who was constructed by her mind must have all her abilities.
Strike first.
As soon as this thought appeared, a little spiritual fire appeared on the fingertips of the self on the other side, which was the true fire of the sun.
Zhang Xiaohan's eyes narrowed, and a sun true fire popped out of his fingers, and at the moment when the two sun true fires touched and exploded, his wrist moved, and the black chain slipped out, and the snake wrapped around the big clock opposite, and Zhang Xiaohan on the opposite side was also making the same action.
The flames of the explosion did not light up the space, as if it was just a bonfire in the image, and all disappeared in a dazzling moment, and in the dark space, Zhang Xiaohan felt that the big clock above his head seemed to be imprisoned by something.
The spiritual power is surging towards the ancient bell, but Zhang Xiaohan's heart has never been clear, Zhang Xiaohan in front of the battle between himself and himself is conjured up by the thoughts in her heart, as long as she doesn't think about it, she won't appear.
But it is very easy to think about a person appearing, or if you don't think about a person, you must replace it with another person, Zhang Xiaohan's divine consciousness is stubbornly maintaining his own image, only feeling that his divine consciousness is being consumed extremely quickly, and the corner of Zhang Xiaohan's mouth on the opposite side is blooming with a familiar and cruel smile.
Her right hand was about to be raised, and there seemed to be a touch of spiritual light on the tips of her fingers, and within the sea of consciousness, the lightning on the small tree of Zhang Xiaohan's divine consciousness suddenly strangled past, and in a burst of severe pain, Zhang Xiaohan's own figure turned into spiritual light and disappeared.
She was alone in the space again, and the severe headache that came out reminded her of everything that had happened before, nothing else had changed, and she looked down slightly, just as she saw that she was holding an ancient bell in her right hand and clutching the dark chain in her left hand.
Illusion.
She badly injured her mind in the vision.
The soul cultivation began to run, warming her damaged divine consciousness, she slowly put the two secret treasures in her hand into her arms, her divine consciousness was damaged, she was not even willing to consume a little divine consciousness when the storage bracelet was opened, and there seemed to be two selves in her sea of consciousness, one was suffering from the pain of divine consciousness, and the other was calmly watching all this.
If it was an illusion, her body should still be on the tower, and now she just needs to break through the illusion and return to her body.
Outside the crystal ball, Ran Ying commented: "My mood is unstable. ” In their field of vision, Zhang Xiaohan still stood motionless in the posture of grasping the black chains, her eyes even staring at the highest point of the ancient tower, but the eyes were empty, and the monk next to her obviously did not enter the illusion, but was looking at her with a little concern.
"The strength is too much higher than the cultivation, the monk who is forcibly promoted with such strength will have obvious loopholes in his state of mind, the higher he goes, the more difficult it is to improve his cultivation, and the easier it is to be controlled by the demons, oh, the divine consciousness is actually injured."
Zuo Tianxiang said casually.
"It's a pity."
Ran Ying shook her head, "No matter how high your cultivation is, your state of mind can't keep up, and your achievements are limited after all." ” The two of them watched the battle of the other monks in the crystal ball while talking about other gossip, and their eyes only occasionally fell on Zhang Xiaohan's side.
Soul cultivation runs, Zhang Xiaohan's headache gradually reduces, trapped in the illusion, but he doesn't dare to think about anything, but the more he doesn't want to think, the more complicated thoughts will appear, after countless times to extinguish the thoughts that are just about to emerge, Zhang Xiaohan's head becomes more and more painful, and every time he extinguishes the thoughts in his mind, he damages his divine consciousness again and again.
Soul cultivation is still running, and at this time, Zhang Xiaohan's thinking seems to have been split into several parts, while uncontrollably releasing all the secrets in his heart, he is being cut into pieces by his divine consciousness, and at the same time, he is repairing with soul cultivation.
She couldn't go on like this, or she would destroy all her consciousness in the illusion, and she had to focus and forget about the predicament she was in.
Suddenly, the picture of the rock wall under the Yin River appeared in the sea of consciousness, and in the blink of an eye, the divine consciousness strangled the past, but the broken fragments of divine consciousness gathered again in an instant, and the tall figure burned by the heavenly fire was crushed and restored.
Yu Xiao stood silently in front of Zhang Xiaohan, looking at her empty eyes, her face became more and more pale, she was still holding the ancient bell in her right hand, and firmly grasping the black chain in her left hand, he understood why she suddenly entered the illusion, and also knew that it was impossible for him to pull Zhang Xiaohan out of the illusion now.
Zhang Xiaohan's divine sense has been damaged, if he enters rashly, he is afraid that he will be damaged faster, his face became gloomy, thinking of Zhang Xiaohan's abnormal behavior after entering the secret realm, the second time he cultivated, his state of mind was still so unstable.
Since he is so afraid of being robbed of everything by Huang Ji, he should not use himself to make a transaction, I am afraid that the transaction with him will also become part of her demons, and he still overestimates the perseverance of human cultivation.
He slowly took a few steps back, a little farther away from Zhang Xiaohan, frowning, he couldn't do anything now but wait.
In Zhang Xiaohan's consciousness, the figure of a giant was burning, and there was a painful howl from the flames that rushed to the sky, she barely raised her eyes, and sure enough, in the dark space, the same giant was howling in the heavenly fire.
The divine consciousness desperately crushed, but this figure just refused to disappear, as if it was going to completely burn the entire sea of consciousness, and the feeling of the divine soul being burned and cut filled her mind, and the consciousness she could control seemed to be getting more and more blurred.
Is it just that you are attacked by your own divine consciousness and become an idiot?
This thought finally appeared, but she calmed down, and she really calmed down when she saw that almost all the lightning-like leaves on the small tree of divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness had disappeared.
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There are some things that can't be avoided, no matter how she suppresses them, she is still afraid of death in her heart, especially the death of the Demon Emperor, who is burned by the heavenly fire, or forced to hand over a part of her body.
Perhaps, it is also a good thing to die like this, no longer have to live for tens of thousands of years, and be knocked into the dust at the most glorious moment.
Who doesn't die, maybe death is the beginning of life, at least, there is no need to worry about the future.
Thinking of life, she suddenly thought of the handwriting from the rock wall, and slowly raised her hand to slowly draw the word in the void space.
In fact, death is not terrible, what is terrible is the process of death, even if she knows that death is the beginning of life, the nostalgia for life still instinctively turns into the horror of death.
She slowly traced the new word, slowly recalling everything in her memory, one by one memory fragments swept through the sea of knowledge, only the giant burned by the heavenly fire was immortal.
Her fingers slowly touched the past, and landed on the giant burned by the heavenly fire, her consciousness seemed to tremble, she stared at the burning giant, looked at her heart, she was not afraid of death, but the process of death, what she feared was not life, but slow growth.
There were suddenly a lot of words in the sea of knowledge, and the first word representing the meaning of life suddenly became huge, and then exploded, and the sporadic aura did not enter the bright sea of knowledge and stars.
The second word appeared clearly in front of her eyes, she examined it, raised her hand and slowly touched it, and printed it stroke by stroke, as if to engrave this word in the sea of knowledge.
She didn't notice that Zhihai suddenly fell silent, nor did she notice that the burning giant in Zhihai had disappeared, and her whole attention was on this second word, rubbing it stroke by stroke, understanding the meaning of this second word.
It seems to see a small green bud on the dark earth drill out, quietly poke out a small green leaf, look at the world, gradually, the little buds are all poking out, pointy, tender little buds curl straight up, just the moment when they completely poke out of the ground.
As if spring had arrived, the little buds of the black earth came out, happy, jumping, stretching, and looking around, there were these tender green buds everywhere, and they were rushing to breathe, holding up their leaves as much as they could.
Long, which is the meaning of the second handwriting.
The little buds in front of me shook happily, and after all their leaves were stretched out, a little bit of young buds appeared again near the black earth, and as soon as the young buds appeared, they couldn't wait to work upward, and then, the second leaf also showed its full potential.
I don't know when, the fragments of divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness quietly gathered and returned to the small tree of divine consciousness, just like a little green shoot on the black earth, it is also thriving.
A pure spiritual power flowed out from the Yuan Infant, like a growing green bud swimming along the meridians, and a lazy and comfortable feeling swam from the meridians to the whole body, as if all the vitality had returned to the meridians.
The meridians were full, as if they could not withstand such power, and they seemed to feel the majestic vitality, and the green shoots suddenly grew up extremely quickly, and the greenery filled the whole world.
There was a soft sound of "pop", as if there was a layer of invisible barrier broken, and a warm feeling filled the whole body, Zhang Xiaohan's hand copying the words suddenly stopped, she looked in front of her in surprise, her right palm held the ancient bell, and her left hand grasped the black chain.
The spiritual power in the meridians was full, the pain in the divine consciousness also disappeared completely, the barrier stuck at the peak of the middle stage of the merger disappeared, and her cultivation advanced to the late stage of the merger.
The divine consciousness is still so clear, the small divine consciousness trees in the sea of consciousness are thriving, and the lightning-like leaves seem to be much more, and the damage to the divine consciousness seems to be a dream.
Deep down in her heart, she still feared the process of death, but there was a glimmer of hope growing, and this little hope, though small, had broken through the ground.
"Congratulations to Boss Zhang, if you don't break it, you won't stand it."
Zhang Xiaohan turned around slowly, staring at Dong Xiao, in the illusion, she saw the burning figure of the emperor, but she never saw the existence of Dong Xiao.
It's because in her subconscious, Dong Xiao is no longer a threat "You, you saw my vision," Zhang Xiaohan asked after hesitating.
"I'm very interested in knowing how Boss Zhang got rid of his demons."
Yu Xiao said lightly.
"There is no getting rid of it, it is only temporarily suppressed."
Thinking of the emperor burning under the heavenly fire, thinking of the angry roar, her heart seems to be still throbbing, this scene will become her inner demon for the rest of her life, unless she grows to surpass the existence of the emperor. t1706231537: