The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down Chapter 272

Chapter 272 The Heart Demon of the Ancestor of the Heart Demon

Practice world.

All the ashes and smoke in the place swept by the thunder, only wisps of white smoke drifting to the distant sky, or falling into the river of forgetfulness. This place is like walking towards a rotten cemetery, everything will eventually return to heaven and earth.

Ghosts born from Yin Qi are nothing but polluted by the remains here. Maybe millions of years later, the River of Forgetfulness will become a shining river of gold without any impurities left behind.

Li Changsheng thought so, but quickly rejected this conjecture.

Wangchuan itself is the most mixed place. It is three thousand miles away from Wangchuan, and the remnant souls stretch for thousands of miles, and the eyes are full of suffering people. There is no peace in the world, so how can this place after death be peaceful?

I can't even achieve consummation, let alone most people in the world who have no power to restrain themselves.

Li Changsheng exhaled slightly, looked down at the eyeballs in his hands. The eyeball is a certain body that exists at least during the transformation period, and a special soul resides in it.

There is a fit between the two, but it is not perfect. It is obviously a result of taking away.

The point is the soul, if I guessed correctly, it should be the so-called ancestor of the demon. Thinking of the old man named Mo Luo, he also had a similar aura, but he didn't think much about it before he saw it.

Li Changsheng never thought that his intelligence was amazing, everything about him was just the product of long years of accumulation. It can be the best in the world, but it is by no means a genius as people understand it.

Things that have never been seen before, mistakes are common.

For the first time, I didn't want a fire bird or prolong my life, but my body. Seeing that I can't win by ordinary means, I started to use my obsession.

This is the second time, Mo Luo has been fully prepared, and he will be trapped for a hundred years.

There is no deep strategy, just a strong enough Taoism, so powerful that sometimes Li Changsheng can't tell whether it is a dream or reality.

This most unpretentious illusion is also the most unsolvable.

People know by themselves but don't understand it, which is better than all Taoism.

"Why!"

A voice came from all directions, the voice was sharp and inexplicably crazy, even Jin Danqi would go crazy on the spot when he heard it.

Speaking according to the law, this is one of the characteristics of a great supernatural being, and it is also the biggest gain after entering the Tao.

However, not being able to control one's own way is a sign of weakness or lack of skill.

"Your body and mind have been burnt by obsession, accepting your own death, why is your life still so strong? This is impossible, this is impossible! You are full, it must be like this!"

He is possessed.

For a full 100 years, the first time since falling into this half-dead state that I have been sober for so long. Mo Luo thought this was a once-in-lifetime opportunity, and if he missed it, he might sink here forever, just like those remains.

Those little guys from outside regard this special law here as longevity, which is really too stupid. This is not the so-called longevity at all, and longevity is not simply living a long time.

This is a mass grave, burying the covered up scars of the old times.

The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. There is nothing to say. But as long as I have a breath, I will not give in, and I will try my best to live out the second life.

But this person is too strong! He has been so powerful for 100 years, but he has not broken through the opponent's life. Even in his carefully designed illusion, when the other party gave up his faith and life, and enjoyed the illusory perfection, he failed to kill the other party.

Shock, fear, bewilderment and other emotions all turned into a raging fire burning his reason. He didn't have much life left, but his aggressiveness made him crazy.

"Tell me! Why is this happening?"

Li Changsheng did not answer, but asked in a flat tone: "At the end of the River of Forgetfulness, is there a way to bring the dead back to life? You give me the answer, and I will explain it to you."

The manic voice disappeared, and Mo Luo suddenly became normal like a mental patient, saying: "There is reincarnation. I can't be sure about the resurrection of the dead. But in the era when I was alive, reincarnation did exist, and some of the great powers survived. Second."

"Reincarnation?" Li Changsheng thought for a while, "This can be regarded as resurrection, how to reincarnate?"

Mo Luo replied: "I don't know the details. Reincarnation and the underworld are controlled by a group of gods. Some of them are raised by nature, some are made by monks, and some are dissolved by soldiers. No one knows how they do it, but As long as you hold a Yellow Spring Jade Talisman, you can live another life."

"But as far as I know, the success rate of reincarnation is extremely low. The first thing to face is the mystery in the womb. Most of them will be completely lost here, either as animals or as mortals."

This answer didn't make Li Changsheng's mentality show any signs of collapse. He was as calm as ever, and his mood was so strong that it was unimaginable.

It is hard for Mo Luo to imagine how a human being can be affectionate and stick to the state of mind. Logically speaking, the two are in conflict. Love itself represents instability, and passionate people are more likely to fall into demons.

But for Li Changsheng, a slight possibility is enough, just like he didn't start practicing Qi until he was 80 years old. As long as he has the slightest possibility of cultivating, he will not give up.

Li Changsheng still had neither sadness nor joy on his face, and said, "What do you want to ask?"

"The dream I constructed is the reflection of the inner demons. Li Wuqu is you, and his ambition to level the world is your ambition of cultivation. You gave up your ambition of cultivation, why can't I break your spiritual platform and state of mind?"

Mara asks the first question.

He couldn't understand why a strong man without fighting spirit still had such a tough spiritual platform and spirit.

"I have already seen through your methods, but I just don't expose them." Li Changsheng replied.

Mo Luo was obviously dissatisfied, and said: "So what if you see through it? Moths who jump into flames are never missing. If you give up the ambition of cultivation, you will give up the Dao Heart."

"My Dao Xin has been completed, and I have already won the world."

After a long time, Mara asked the second question.

"You gave up your life in the end, why did you still resist with thunder?"

"Taoism can lead to mystery, and thunder can also be a living being."

If Mo Luo had a complete body at this moment, he would definitely open his mouth wide, and his expression would be extremely exciting.

Taoist creatures?

He has never heard that the Taoism he casts will give birth to spirituality. Supernatural powers and spells are consumables when they are used, and they only exist for a moment, so where does the spirituality come from?

Li Changsheng ignored him and turned his eyes away.

"Farewell."

Mo Luo froze for a moment, he was already prepared for complete death. No matter how muddle-headed or ugly the loser is, in the end it is because he is not as skilled as others.

He can afford to lose.

But now an unknown fire is igniting ragingly, which is still more intense than Wang Chuan's erosion on him.

"You won't kill me?"

"do you need?"

Li Changsheng left without looking back.

For Mo Luo, this was a life-and-death struggle, but for Li Changsheng, it was just a good psychological comfort.

At least he really became the number one scholar, made great achievements, served the country and the people, and lived up to the teacher's expectations. The point is not merit and fame, but the reward for the dead teacher.

When people mention Li Wuqu, they will know that he has a teacher named Wei.

"Li Changsheng! I will definitely make you fall into demons! Even with this half-crippled body!"

His crazy voice came from behind, but no matter how much he roared, he couldn't make the Taoist turn around, even if he just paused.

Modern, Wangchuan.

Li Yi and his party were walking in the River of Forgetfulness. The ghosts and monsters that were all around had disappeared without a trace.

As the saying goes, there are many ghosts and ghosts in the yin, and there are no living people in the anode.

It is easy to breed all kinds of ghosts and ghosts here in Wangchuan, which are very rare in the common world, and evil spirits are very common here. For example, ghosts, as long as they are not piled up together, there may not be one dead person in ten thousand.

But there are as many fleas here, hundreds of thousands of them. These are all caused by the huge modern population and the materialistic atmosphere. There is no distinction between good and bad in the pursuit of material, and it all depends on the individual. But during the period, a lot of greed, hatred and ignorance will be produced, and with these messy desires, you will die, and eventually become a ghost in the river of forgetfulness.

"It's weird." The old man was also full of surprise when he saw this scene, "It is reasonable to say that modern times are far better than mortals in any period in the world of practice. Why is Wangchuan no different from the previous life?"

Looking around, there are monsters and ghosts everywhere. If this is merged with reality, I don't know how many lives will be caused.

"For most ordinary people, happiness is a comparison, but the bottom is always the one being compared. The Internet magnifies this comparison. There are a group of people who step on your head to show off to you every day. Ordinary people I can't stand it."

Qiong Yu dangled a pair of short legs, mumbling words.

"There is a saying in the old saying of human beings, there is no room for laughter, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are written. All resentment comes from injustice, and injustice is an unchangeable objective existence. Over time, society will gather huge resentment."

The old man looked at this palm-sized Qingling in surprise, he didn't expect the other party to understand human beings so well.

"Then how to solve this grievance?"

"I don't know, does Senior Immortal know?"

Qiong Yu turned to ask Li Yi, and he replied without hesitation: "Give money, no matter how much the truth says, it is better to give money. If people are really happy, most of them don't care whether you are extravagant or not."

Hearing this, the old man and Qiong Yu immediately felt that there was no solution to this matter, but they couldn't refute it.

This is just a conversation in their spare time, and they focus more on understanding the changes in the laws around them. Wang Chuan's law is also the same as outside, like a person who has taken off his clothes, generous and generous.

Show them the mysterious and mysterious law to their heart's content.

Qiong Yu watched for a long time, her eyes swelled and hurt, she slumped on Li Yi's shoulder and rubbed her eyes.

"Senior Immortal, did you kill Mo Luo in the end?"

"No, my attention was all on reincarnation at that time." Li Yi replied, "But later, we fought again. This time he used the real illusion, which completely fell short."

Because the illusion was full of loopholes compared to the reality-based transition, Li Yi was not very impressed.

He only remembered that the other party made a fuss about his experience in practicing medicine, sat and discussed with Dong Yunshu, and then attracted Tianjian.

(end of this chapter)

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