Jing Feng never thought that he was so close to death, and it was this way of dying, he was going to be scared to death, and he would die of laughter when he said it. But in fact, if you say it, no one will laugh at it, Shen Yuannian's best way to make people die is to be scared to death, but unfortunately Jing Feng doesn't know this.

But Jing Feng doesn't have to die now, and he doesn't have to think about whether he will be laughed to death, because he doesn't have to die now. But he didn't know it now.

Shen Yuannian grabbed the moment when Jing Feng mentioned it in mid-air, and it happened to leak out on the ground, and a simple copper piece was revealed, which happened to be seen by Shen Yuannian.

The copper sheet is simple and simple, there is nothing peculiar, and it has no power to look at, but the moment Shen Yuannian saw that moment, a look appeared in his white eyes, and his simple and ruthless face showed emotional fluctuations. The copper sheet flashed with a golden light, and it disappeared into the mind of the god.

After a long time, Jing Feng found that he was fine, and hurriedly looked at the god who was grabbing him. I saw a painful expression on Shen Yuannian's face, and the dark gray sand around his face and body began to change to normal skin color.

Jing Feng watched all this blankly, he didn't see the golden light emitted by the copper sheet on his body disappearing into his thoughts, so he didn't know what was going on.

"This!"

"This!"

"What's going on!"

Jing Feng didn't think much about it, and the divine thoughts in front of him quickly changed drastically, and a fierce and inexplicable existence turned into an extremely majestic middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's eyes looked at the monk he was grasping, or rather, the god had grasped it before, and the eyes of the person in the upper position looked at it, as if he had seen through all the secrets in Jing Feng's body, and nodded imperceptibly. Then he rolled up Jing Feng and the copper pieces on the ground and flew towards the shrine, throwing Jing Feng down, and then the palace door was closed.

Jing Feng secretly looked at this strong man who didn't know how to conjure up on the ground. I saw that this strong man kept looking at this hall, sometimes looking at a certain item in a daze, sometimes seeing another object and expressing affection, and from time to time sighing, it should be looking at things and thinking about things. However, when his eyes swept over the corpses of the Northern Underworld powerhouses on the ground, his eyes revealed a look of hatred. There should be a vendetta.

The strong see things and chase them, and the scenery and scenery see people thinking about things. Getting out of the gods, remembering the palace hall of the gods, coupled with the disgust for the strong man in the north on the ground, is enough to show who this strong man is, and an answer is about to come out.

Seeing the strong man so devoted, Jing Feng couldn't help but think carefully in his heart. He doesn't know what kind of person this inexplicable strong man is, Jing Feng doesn't know what to do, but judging from the various "bad deeds" of Shen Yuan, he can't get out of the relationship, and he shouldn't be a good bird, as the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, not to mention that it is likely to be the same person, if you don't run away quickly, maybe it will be another torture for a while, not to mention losing your life, and it is likely to become those dry corpses outside into a hanging sample, it is better to take this opportunity to escape quickly while this strong man is not paying attention to himself.

Thinking about it, Jing Feng hurriedly acted, put away the copper sheet on the ground, and crawled towards the palace gate with his hands and feet carefully, holding his breath along the way, and not daring to come out.

When he arrived at the palace gate, Jing Feng quietly looked back at the strong man, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that he hadn't noticed him. I shouted in my heart that I was in danger, as long as I pushed open the palace gate, I could escape.

The hand gently pushed, did not push away, pushed again, did not push away, forced, pushed again, still did not push away, then harder, continued to push harder, still did not push away.

When was this door so difficult to open, Jing Feng secretly wondered.

"Don't toss, you can't open it. A voice rang in Jing Feng's ears.

"Ahh

"How can I toss, I, I just want to, I want to ......"

What do you think, what do you think? Jing Feng said and said that he didn't know how to go down and get stuck there, what did he think, what did he think, what did he think?

Jing Feng's eyes were rolling, thinking about it, his eyes suddenly lit up, he raised his head and looked at the strong man and said, "Of course I want to go outside to see the scenery." ”

Silent! Silent! Still silent! The strong man was still serious and did not react. made Jing Feng feel apprehensive in his heart.

"Haha!"

The strong man suddenly raised his head and laughed, "Seeing that you kid has no ability, you are quite good at making people laugh." ”

"Nothing, everything. Jing Feng had a ghost in his heart, how dare he laugh along and reply in vain.

"It's been a long time since I've laughed like this!"

"It's been a long time!" said the strong man with some sadness.

"Do you know who I am?" the strong man asked suddenly.

"I guess, guess, uncle, you are the supreme and most wise and invincible person in the world, and the master of divine consciousness is the first in the world. Jing Feng became relaxed under the kind tone of the uncle in his mouth, and said with a self-made patting of the horse's ass.

"Well, the boy can see that this is good. ”

"Now that you know who I am, I know what I'm here for. For the sake of my divine consciousness inheritance. ”

"Ahh It seems that the Lord of Divine Consciousness is still alive, so how can he pass it on to himself? and it is the most insignificant monk who has no merit.

"I can pass it on to you. The Lord of Divine Consciousness said a little lonely.

"Ah!" Jing Feng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was excited, but then he reacted and looked at the uncle with a look of disbelief.

The uncle didn't speak, but the uncontrollable loneliness on his resolute face made Jing Feng's heart tremble. I couldn't help but ask cautiously, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

"Do you know why I want to pass on my self-created Divine Consciousness Exercises to you?" the uncle did not answer Jing Feng's question, but asked.

"I don't know. Of course Jing Feng doesn't know, maybe it's because he's clever and cute?

"Come on, come to the temple and I'll tell you slowly. ”

Uncle said to Jing Feng.

Jing Feng hurriedly got up and followed behind.

"Because you're the same kind of person as I am. The uncle sat in the center of the hall and explained.

Jing Feng learned from his uncle that since there were monks, not all people were born to practice. More precisely, it is not suitable for spiritual practice. Most people are born mediocre, and if they want to practice, they need to take one step at a time and practice slowly. There are mediocre and talented people, and of course these people are very few. However, there are some people who are normal people because of various problems, such as meridians, body, and mind, but they are not able to practice. Jing Feng is such a person, and the uncle is also such a person.

"Then is this just that you can't cultivate?" Jing Feng is anxious, this is a big question related to whether or not you can practice, you must understand it clearly.

"Oh!

"Uncle can practice, that means there must be a way. Jing Feng reacted and looked at the uncle expectantly.

"Yes! The uncle smiled faintly.

"Probably when God shuts down a person's ability, it will always leave a glimmer of life. ”

"Uncle, are you saying that it is possible for me to continue to step into cultivation?" Jing Feng's eyes lit up, and he listened carefully to his uncle's words, hoping to get an answer from them.

"But this line of life is not so easy to get, you need to do your best to win that illusory life, and the life is really slim. ”

"I'm not afraid! Since I have stepped on the path of cultivation, it means that life and death will be put aside. Jing Feng heard the uncle's voice, but as he said, since he has embarked on the path of cultivation, his life is in danger at any time, so why be afraid?

"You don't understand!" said the Lord of Divine Consciousness slowly.

"If we like those who have been rejected by heaven want to practice, we must first break our own imprisonment, and there is basically no possibility of surviving after ten deaths!

"Heaven's curse?" Jing Feng's eyelids couldn't help jumping when he heard the word "heaven's curse", and he felt a little shocked in his heart.

"Yes! Heaven's damnation! Cultivation itself is the creation of heaven and earth, taking the success of the past and the present, if you let a person who is impossible to practice practice, this is against the rules of all things, and the way of heaven will not allow it, and every time you break through your own imprisonment and improve your cultivation level, you will suffer a disaster of thunder that is like destroying the world, if you can't resist it, you will be wiped out in the thunder and lightning, and it will be completely annihilated. ”

"Ahh

"Do you still dare?" the uncle asked with a smile indifferently.

"Dare!" Jing Feng lowered his head and thought seriously, and then made up his mind fiercely, no matter what, he would fight hard.

"Uncle, can you tell me how to break through my own confinement?" Jing Feng asked expectantly.

The Lord of Consciousness shook his head and did not answer.

"I grew up in a family of cultivators, but I found that I couldn't practice no matter what. But I am not reconciled, I forget to sleep and eat every day, I work hard, I sweat desperately, I can't do it!"

"Until one day I was completely tired and lay down!"

"At that time, I was lying in my self-made bed, and I finally realized that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't succeed, this path didn't work, I needed another way. ”

"After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to specialize in cultivating my divine consciousness to find a breakthrough, and this other way is to cultivate my divine sense. ”

"But if you want to cultivate your divine sense, you have to cultivate to the Sendai realm. It's impossible to even practice, and it's even more impossible to reach Sendai in the realm. But I thought about why I had to go to the Sendai realm to cultivate my divine sense?"

"The reason why the Sendai realm can only cultivate the divine consciousness is because when the monk reaches the Sendai realm, the Sendai is formed in his mind, and the divine soul is contained in it, and the divine consciousness can be stored and released. If I can form a Sendai in my mind, is it possible to cultivate my divine consciousness without reaching the Sendai realm?"

So I searched through the ancient books, looking for various solutions, and gradually I had a detailed picture in my mind, and I made up my mind that there might be no way to survive at all. ”

"So, what kind of determination is that?" Jing Feng was worried about his uncle when he heard this, and couldn't help asking.

"Hehe! Since I have cultivated my divine sense, it means that there is no problem, what are you worried about?" said the Lord of Divine Sense.

"If you care, it's messy!" Jing Feng touched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

"But, uncle, what the hell did you do?"

"I tore the soul of the gods to make Sendai. The Lord of Divine Consciousness said softly.

"What?" Jing Feng was shocked.

Looking at the uncle who was light and breezy, Jing Feng knew that it was by no means an understatement as he said. What is the soul of a person? It is the most important part of a person, and if there is no soul or the soul is broken, he will definitely die, but I didn't expect that the uncle would not even dare to tear apart part of the soul of the god to make Sendai regardless of life and death.

"Do you know why I restrict the entry of Nirvana realm monks?" the Lord of Divine Consciousness asked.

"Protect the weak. Jing Feng didn't know why, and replied out of tune, wasn't it always like this in the past?

"I don't cultivate my divine consciousness under normal circumstances, so how can everyone be able to practice the divine skills I have created? I will never be able to cultivate below the Sendai realm, and the cultivation of the human body below the Nirvana realm has not taken shape, so it is the best time to cultivate divine skills. ”

"So you're scared?" asked the Lord of Consciousness with a smile instead.

"I~ Of course I'm not afraid. Jing Feng understood what the uncle meant, if he wanted to cultivate the uncle's divine skills, he had to tear the soul and make Sendai. Although Jing Feng replied with a strong smile that he was not afraid, he couldn't hide his fear in his words.

"If you want to break through your bondage, you have to take advantage of the situation, look at what is restricting your practice, and just break or skip it. The Lord of Divine Consciousness didn't seem to see Jing Feng's fear, and looked lightly into Jing Feng's bitter sea, and saw his problem at a glance.

"But~" Jing Feng didn't understand, and he still didn't know how to do it.

"You need to figure it out and understand it yourself, and no one can help you. It's like when you're in the Shrine Square, you force the cold ice jade air flow into you. The Lord of Divine Consciousness looked at Jing Feng and suddenly mentioned it with his left hand.

"Oh!" Jing Feng didn't expect the uncle to even see this.

"Do you know why I chose you as my heir?" the Lord of Divine Consciousness asked suddenly.

"Didn't the uncle mean before because we were of the same species?" Jing Feng asked puzzledly, the uncle replied like this just now, how could he ask again?

The Lord of Divine Consciousness did not answer, his face was solemn, and he looked out of the sky.