Bai Zisheng gasped slightly, but the speed of pinching the trick in his hand slowed down, as if he was powerless.

The heart demon took advantage of Bai Zisheng's unstable mood at the moment when he suddenly attacked, which can be called menacing.

The inner demon turned into thousands of fragments of consciousness, and the pieces were engraved with Bai Zisheng's past events.

I saw that on it, whether it was walking hand in hand with Zuo Chuning, stepping on the joyful things of thousands of places in the world, or the White Dragon Mansion attacking it in groups, regardless of the ruthless state of blood, all appeared, constantly pouring into Bai Zisheng's sea of knowledge, and pried up all kinds of ordinary thoughts in Bai Zisheng's heart.

Although Bai Zisheng wanted to close his eyes and not look at it, he couldn't forcibly close his eyes for some reason, he could only watch the fragments of consciousness that were differentiated from the demons, and look at his own experiences, and his consciousness gradually declined.

And at this time, he was not only disturbed by the demons in his heart, but the violent true yuan in his body was also about to burst out of his body all the time, but Bai Zisheng was helpless-

Just because he is in a great predicament at this moment, it is because he is unconscious, how can he appease the true yuan of the riot!

That demonic thought not only confused Bai Zisheng in the past, but also disguised himself as Zuo Chuning, wanting to completely pull Bai Zisheng into the devil's path.

Zisheng...... Come with me......" Zuo Qiu Ning, who was transformed by the demons, smiled and stretched out a palm to Bai Zisheng, with a subtle temptation and evil in his eyes.

Bai Zisheng was stunned, and for a moment thought that it was really Zuo Chuning calling him, he looked at the "Zuo Chuning" in front of him, and was about to take a hand-

"No, you're not a senior brother!" As soon as he touched the palm of his hand, Bai Zisheng suddenly woke up and struck hard at the "Zuo Chuning".

Zuo Chuning's temperament is very different from this thing, he was stunned for a while, but he almost fell for the demon in his heart.

"Hmm-" The True Yuan riot in Bai Zisheng's body had not yet been suppressed, and he acted again, and at this time, the True Yuan went retrograde and rushed straight to his heart. Bai Zisheng exhaled in pain, and the trick in his hand stopped halfway.

Seeing that Bai Zisheng had not been deceived, the heart demon no longer concealed it, revealing a hideous face-a black and red mass, as if it had the effect of confusing people's hearts.

It was like smoke and mist, and it suddenly wrapped around Bai Zisheng's body, and thousands of resentments turned into thorns and sharp thorns, stabbing Bai Zisheng's body fiercely, instantly making him in pain.

"Why are you still struggling? You know, I'm you!" the demon smiled, and his words were seductive, wandering around the stone chamber.

Bai Zisheng was already resentful, but at this moment, under the impact of the demons in his heart, his Dao heart was shaking, and he saw that the avenue would be destroyed.

No...... It's not him, he's out for revenge, but it shouldn't be like this. He can practice diligently for revenge, but he doesn't allow himself to fall into such an unbearable state......

If he becomes a demon cultivator, then he is standing on the opposite side of his senior brother - senior brother has always been disgusted with demon cultivators who are full of evil......

Bai Zisheng endured the pain of being constantly impacted by the true yuan, blocked the six senses, and turned the exercises away wholeheartedly.

"Hmph!" Seeing Bai Zisheng close his six senses, Demon Nian snorted coldly, tightening his body like smoke even more, piercing into Bai Zisheng's consciousness.

Bai Zisheng only felt that there was a turmoil in the sea, and then he relaxed.

The Pure Heart Fruit he had taken beforehand had actually exerted its effect at this moment!

I saw that the silver mark between Bai Zisheng's eyebrows kept flashing, expanding bursts of light that cleared his heart and concentrated his mind, isolating the inner demon from three feet away.

Seeing that the demonic thought was about to shake Bai Zisheng's Dao heart, how could he give up lightly? I saw that it kept colliding with the thin silver light mask, revealing a bit of hideous evil.

Bai Zisheng was less disturbed by the demons in his heart, and he didn't check how it was at the moment, he immediately raised his hand to pinch the trick, and the aura flashed.

I don't know the geometry of the past, and the true element in my body finally calmed down slowly under Bai Zisheng's guidance.

However, the biggest question at the moment is - where did the unseen and unheard of spiritual pagoda hole come from, and how to deal with it?

Bai Zisheng thought about it to no avail, so he had to act slowly according to the foundation building in his previous life, and condensed the true elements that were scattered one by one again.

It's just that no matter how Bai Zisheng acts, the Spirit Pagoda still refuses to make the last step of change, and is still quietly suspended in the dantian.

Bai Zisheng stopped his movements and slowly opened his eyes. At this time, he also understood that it should not be his mistake in building the foundation, but that the problem should be based on the exercises.

Bai Zisheng sank his mind, ignoring the inner demons surging outside the light mask, and carefully examined the exercises hidden in the depths of his soul.

The exercise was buzzing and trembling, and seeing Bai Zisheng's divine consciousness slowly attacking, he actually moved violently a few times, as if someone was manipulating.

Immediately, Bai Zisheng was shocked by what he saw.

I saw the blank space of the exercise, and slowly showed a few lines of big characters-

The immortal law is vast, and it is different from the ordinary, and it must be different from the water to break it.

Bai Zisheng's mind was in turmoil, he had checked this exercise no less than tens of thousands of times, but it was the first time he had seen such a statement-he actually needed to find a different water before he could continue to practice!

I want to come to the hole of the spirit tower, which should be used to hold the place where the alien water is placed, but I don't know what to do after the golden pill?

The light in Bai Zisheng's eyes was clearly extinguished, as if he was thinking about what to do-

Immortal law is rare, if it is hopeless to let him give up, then there is only one left, looking for different water and seeking a breakthrough!

Bai Zisheng withdrew from his senses, and his eyes were calm.

He slowly suppressed the aura in his body that he wanted to break through, and forcibly suppressed his cultivation at the tenth layer of qi training.

The light shield that flashed from the Cheng Xin Fruit was almost broken, and the demonic thought seemed to realize Bai Zisheng's awakening, and disappeared with a roar.

Bai Zisheng watched quietly, he knew that the demonic thought was not dead, but hidden again, waiting to give him a fatal blow.

Bai Zisheng chuckled, and his pale face instantly came alive.

It's okay...... He wouldn't let this filthy demon mind take over...... As long as the White Dragon Mansion is defeated, wouldn't it be good to have one qiē?

Bai Zisheng stood up, Zhenyuan's exhausted body softened, and then straightened his back. He patted the tattered robes on his body, and a dark color flowed from his eyes.

He walked to the fountain, his clothes were gone, and he buried himself in the water, allowing his greedy body to absorb the medicinal power of the fountain.

"Different water ......" Bai Zisheng muttered, his eyes seemed to be closed.

This immortal method is really not easy to cultivate, the spirit tower has nine floors, there are forty and five round holes, and there are only a few kinds of foreign water that he knows about in heaven and earth, where can he find the remaining dozens of kinds?

Bai Zisheng stood up, still putting on the tattered robe, and walked to the side of the stone platform where the practice depended, and gently stroked in his hand.