"Boy, tell me how you got this Heavenly Demon Soul Yan and how you didn't fall behind it at all. "Monk Lonely Ke didn't call Fang Zhuo doll anymore, and called the kid directly, which shows that this god and Buddha have a lot of resentment in his heart at this time.

Fang Zhuo still didn't know why, but he had already understood from Monk Shanke's reaction, it seemed that his group of Heavenly Demon Souls was a little unusual. So he carefully said everything that the monk wanted to know, and the more he said it, the more the monk frowned.

"You mean, you've been feeding it your own consciousness from beginning to end, when Gilian was around?!" asked the monk with an eyebrow twisted.

Fang Zhuo nodded.

"Isn't that looking for death?!" The monk was furious, slapped his thigh hard, and then his anger hung in the air, and he didn't know how to send out his anger. Fang Zhuo was standing here alive, and he had also controlled this Heavenly Demon Soul Yan, which already had spirituality, this was the best answer.

Obviously, Fang Zhuo was alive and well.

In fact, compared to the energy generated by the monk's emotions, divine consciousness, that is, soul power, is the favorite food of the heavenly demons. They attack the monks, always from the inside out. First of all, with the help of the loss of the monk's mind, the monk's soul was impacted. Once he can find an opportunity, he will take the opportunity to devour the monk's soul power. When the soul of the monk dies, they devour the monk's life force.

The Heavenly Demon Soul Yan itself is extremely rare, and it can be said that the Heavenly Demon Soul Yan that has really appeared in the hundreds of thousands of years of history of the cultivation realm will not exceed the number of palms. So, the monk is almost ignorant of this flame. There is no reference to the record.

But. A little common sense. It was this flame that came from the Heavenly Demons, and was itself a product of the rules of destruction. No one will open their consciousness to devour. That's definitely an act of looking for death!

The Heavenly Demons themselves do not possess a complete soul, which is also one of the manifestations of their lack of true spiritual intelligence. The Heavenly Demon Soul Yan that has appeared in history all have extremely special circumstances or circumstances, and this strange thing that seems to be like fire and not fire is born under extremely accidental circumstances.

Monk Shanke naturally understands this point. Moreover, as a Buddha master sitting at the peak of the Great Dao, Monk Shanke was already able to fully understand the essence of the Heavenly Demon Soul Yan.

He knows it well. It's not a matter of consciousness. Fang Zhuo's master, Shen Pingkun, dared to propose this method of cultivating by feeding his divine sense, and he was probably already aware of this. I don't know if it's because of the primordial purple qi or the general outline of the talisman or the wonderful reincarnation, anyway, there must be something in Fang Zhuo's body that happens to be able to restrain the heavenly demons!

In addition, Fang Zhuo's divine sense power was extremely powerful, so powerful that it was several times stronger than that of a cultivator of his same level!

In short, all kinds of special conditions were met, and only then would Fang Zhuo not only succeed in sacrificing Heavenly Demon Soul Yan, but also refining Heavenly Demon Soul Yan into spirituality!

The monk was indignant in his heart, completely forgetting that he was the master of the way of life and death, and he was sitting at the peak of life and death. Hell, that's not the norm?

"Monk. What's wrong with this Heavenly Demon Soul Yan?" Regarding this strange black flame, Fang Zhuo had actually been extremely wary of it. Although this thing helped him to save Shen Pingqi and the others, Fang Zhuo always felt that it was hiding too strange power, and he couldn't see through it.

"It's really incomprehensible that it has a spirituality. Monk Shanke then told him what he knew.

"The product of the Destruction Rule?" Fang Zhuo thought about it with some doubts, but still felt a little incomprehensible, so he asked again: "Then monk, you say, is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Of course it's a good thing!" Monk Shan Ke glanced at Fang Zhuo and said, "A thing that shouldn't have a spirit at all actually has a spirit, this is naturally a good thing! It has been completely refined by you, and now that you know the Dao Automatic Protector, you will have an extra means to save your life." Moreover, if it continues to grow, it will be able to become an existence like the blood spirit in the future. At that point, you'll know how terrible this thing really is!"

Monk Shanke pondered for a while, and then couldn't help muttering to himself: "I don't think Emperor Xuanyuan would have expected you to get such a thing! I think it would be easier if you had a destructive power to wield or even completely control some of the rules of destruction. Now this kind of rule has a spirituality! Even the monk can't see through it!"

Raising his head and seeing that Fang Zhuo's scorching eyes were full of curiosity, Monk Shanke shook his head and said, "Doll, I once told you that the power of reincarnation contains many rules. So, do you know what the most fundamental rule of the Dao Dao is in this world?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head. That's exactly what he wanted to ask.

Monk Shanke thought for a while and said, "I'll tell you briefly, you can have a direction in the future." ”

"In any world, the most primordial power of the rules is destruction and creation. ”

"Destruction and creation?" Fang Zhuoyi frowned. The power of destruction is easier to understand, but "creation", what is it?

"Hehe, the power of creation and the power of destruction are the main foundations of the complete composition of the world. Monk Shanke said: "In the eyes of ordinary people, in this world, it is almost immutable. The earth is always solid and heavy, and the sun and moon rise in the east and set in the west every day. However, in fact, although the era of opening up Hongmeng has long passed, the creative power of this world has never stopped! Mountains and rivers are slowly changing, and the fields that were once flat may become mountains after tens of thousands of years. The vicissitudes of life say that you should know the Tao. ”

Seeing Fang Zhuo nodded, Monk Silent Ke continued: "Actually, it's not just that. In our world, new species, new trees, and new animals are constantly emerging, all of which are the embodiment of the creative power of heaven and earth. It is precisely because of the existence of the power of creation that this world has become vibrant and full of aura. ”

"The opposite of the rules of creation is the power of destruction. All kinds of natural disasters, such as floods, earthquakes, earth fires, tsunami storms, etc., are actually concentrated manifestations of the power of destruction. If there is no power of destruction, the aura and resources of this world will be completely consumed by the various species generated by the power of creation in a very short period of time, making this world world completely fall into dead silence and become a world world with no life and no aura. ”

"Therefore, creation and destruction are actually the most fundamental source of the worldly realm, and they are also the necessary forces of the rules. It is necessary to maintain a relative balance between them. Monk Shanke pointed to the top of his head and said, "In the endless void, there are countless unique worldly realms that exist. However, among these worlds, it is difficult to find a single living life among the billions of worlds. Either there is no power of destruction, or there is a lack of rules for creation. Although some worlds have both of these rules, they are unable to maintain a balance. ”

He looked at Fang Zhuo, and the application suddenly became extremely serious: "These, as early as the ancient flood period, we, the immortals who were one step ahead, have already seen it with our own eyes. Therefore, when the other world attacks, we will fight to the death, and no one is willing to abandon this space and escape alone!"

Fang Zhuo saw the essence in Monk Shanke's eyes, and suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was much heavier.

"I got it. Fang Zhuo said calmly: "That's because we don't have a choice. ”

Monk Shanke nodded lightly and said in a low voice, "Yes, that's because we don't have a choice. ”

Fang Zhuo could feel the heaviness in Monk Lonely's heart, so he didn't say a word and didn't disturb him.

After a moment, Monk Shanke raised his eyes and asked, "So, doll, do you know what power and quantity rules of the Dao can compete with the two origin rules of destruction and creation?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head. He had never been exposed to these extremely profound things, so where would he know the Tao?

Monk Shanke smiled proudly, stretched out his right hand, and touched his thumb and index finger lightly. Fang Zhuo saw a faint black mist grow from his fingertips, and then, a small black seedling was quickly pulled out of the black mist. This small black bud grew tall and thickened rapidly, giving birth to a black strange flower.

This kind of method, Fang Zhuo had seen Monk Shanke show it once, so he was not particularly surprised. But, then, he was taken aback.

The petals of that black strange flower slowly unfolded layer by layer, and the petals were complex and charming, layer upon layer, and there were dozens of them!

When the petals were fully unfolded, Fang Zhuo's eyes widened. Because he saw a small, golden skeleton slowly stand up from the petals, and then begin to dance!

The black power was full of demonic aura, and Fang Zhuo could feel the endless aura of death that was incomparably pure. And that dancing skeleton was covered in golden light, and the dry bones revealed a glorious atmosphere completely different from death! Although Fang Zhuo didn't have much contact with this golden power, he understood that this should be the pure power of life rules. Because, in this force, he felt the same aura as the 10,000-year-old stone blue in his mysterious bluestone.

The two forces of life and death were gathered in one place, and Fang Zhuo didn't feel the conflict at all, and there was nothing wrong with it. On the contrary, the two completely opposite rules of force actually gave Fang Zhuo a strange sense of harmony!

Fang Zhuo looked at the strange scene in front of him in amazement, not knowing what the monk was going to tell him.

Monk Shanke looked at the flower between his fingers, looked at the small skeleton in the flower, and a faint pride flashed in his eyes. He slowly withdrew his fingers, looked at the flower floating in mid-air, and said, "It's the rule of life and death, monk, my path of life and death is the only rule power that is as important as destruction and creation!" (To be continued......)