"Could it be that this blood light is the expression of the left eye, but what's the use of this?"

Bold, Jing Qing tentatively condensed a faint spiritual sense, close to the blood-colored Xuanguang.

At the moment of contact, the blood light suddenly collapsed, and the nine phantoms flew into the air, and the entire rune was completely exposed in front of his eyes.

The dazzling light spread to all sides, and the soul shrank violently as if it had been greatly stimulated, but it was instinctively immersed in the light and couldn't bear to leave.

Every inch of light implies infinite mysteries, and in order to remember this qiē, Jing Qing only felt that his soul power was rapidly consumed, and his mind was extremely exhausted.

But in a thousandth of an instant, the scattered spiritual consciousness could no longer be controlled, and shrank back.

Losing Jing Qing's spiritual sense, the strange blood light Xuanguang and the seven afterimages gathered and appeared again.

It's like a curtain, covering up and suppressing the infinite avenue of light.

However, at this moment, Jingqing has no energy left to pay attention to these.

The subtle artistic conceptions that I remember in my mind have been constantly fused and linked, and my instinct is general, and I deduce it by myself.

His mind was active to the limit, and he forgot one qiē, one after another, and deduced frantically, intending to piece together the incomplete artistic conception.

The artistic conception gathers bit by bit.

I don't know how long it took, but when all the artistic conception fragments were pieced together, countless rays of light appeared.

The light can be bright or dark, the color is different, and the smell is also different.

Immediately, Jing Qing woke up from a state of selflessness, only to feel that his soul was stable to the extreme, and his thoughts were never clearer.

I don't know how long the epiphany has sublimated the soul.

Immediately after, countless thoughts similar to urging poured into my mind.

Stunned to look at the countless rays of light surrounding him, Jing Qing sensed that on each light, there was a kind of homologous masculine artistic conception.

"It seems like you can only choose one or the other."

The thoughts that came to my mind were clear.

Many of these artistic conceptions are contrary and incomplete, and they can only be selected one of them, and then supplemented by other homologous artistic conceptions, which can be considered complete.

With a thought, a blue-white light floated in front of him.

Staring at this light, Jing Qing suddenly felt that his heart suddenly became irritable, as if a fire had been born.

"The artistic conception of heart fire, controlling the fire of the hearts of all beings, and manipulating people's hearts, is indeed a very powerful artistic conception, but unfortunately, it is not suitable for me."

With a wave of his hand, the blue and white light disappeared.

The thought swept over all the light in front of him, and the three most dazzling and dazzling rays of light, faintly above many other divine lights, floated forward.

The first light is pure white in color, and it is peaceful in the middle.

At a glance, it gives people a feeling of looking down on the common people and illuminating the world, so that Jing Qing's body suddenly showed a unique majesty, which was not domineering, but made people have an urge to worship.

Illuminating the artistic conception, immeasurable divine light, shining the world.

The second light, the color is mixed, milky white with a slight yellow, the light is constantly fluctuating, but it gives people a stable and thick feeling, just like the sea eye of the northern Xuanhai.

Obviously, the waves are stirring up all the time and changing, but their essence remains the same.

The third light is the most moving for Jing Qing.

Red, black, and gold, the three colors are combined with each other, and they are distinct, turning into a strange flame of light.

Jing Qing didn't even need to experience it in his heart, just standing near it, he had a terrifying feeling of encountering a flood beast in his heart.

"This is the way to destroy miè, the peak of the red flame mortal fire, burn the mortal world, the venerable black flame divine fire, even the space can be burned through, and the golden flame should be the ancient period, the famous sun fire, it is said that even the phoenix can't stand its burning."

Jing Qing's thoughts were complicated, and the hand that his soul had gathered kept stretching out and putting down.

These three artistic conceptions all belong to the kind of avenue that is closest to the origin.

The first kind of pervasive artistic conception, it is said that the patriarch who founded Buddhism comprehended this kind of artistic conception.

Immeasurable brilliance, shining in the world, it is said that to the end, as long as there is light in the world, you can immortal and immortal, reach eternity, and enter the supreme realm.

The second is eternal.

Jing Qing didn't think of the way to come, but it itself can compete with Puzhao, and even faintly surpass it, which is enough not to say that it is extraordinary.

The third is the pure way of destroying miè, the red fire burns the turbid world, the black flame destroys the space, and the sun fire is even stronger, it is the ancient golden black demon king, who persists in the chaotic world, challenges the great power of the gods and Buddhas, and the sun, moon and stars are also enough to refine.

However, the closer you are to the artistic conception of the origin of the world, the stronger the power, and the more difficult it is to comprehend the profoundness.

It is recorded in the book that countless heavenly pride sons are confident that they can master the Origin Dao, but in the end, they are mostly invaded by those profound truths.

So that his mind is crazy, and his cultivation is not advancing but retreating, turning into a cup of loess.

It is difficult to come up with one that can really successfully master and achieve the Origin Dao in 100,000 or millions of years.

Jing Qing is not confident enough to think that he can do what countless Tianjiao can't do.

This is also the source of his hesitation.

"That's it, it's all delicious in your mouth, do you have to spit it out?"

"I'm really going to vomit, I'm afraid that I won't want to cultivate well in the future, and my intestines will be green in the next life."

"I don't believe it, I'm going through the two realms, and I'm born with the luck of the Divine Eye, and I can't grasp a single Origin Dao."

Afraid that he was forced to the extreme by himself, Jing Qing's heart was horizontal, and a sense of arrogance suddenly appeared, and he let out a sneer.

The hand of the divine soul then grasped a ray of light.

The color is slightly yellow, containing the eternal and eternal will of the divine light.

Illuminating the mood? Please, I don't want to be a monk.

Choose this kind of artistic conception, and when you meet a monk in the future, I am afraid that everyone will say that I have a Buddha fate, chanting all day long, and crossing me to get started.

And that's not even the scariest of all.

The most terrible thing is that if one day, I can't hold on and really shave my head, it will be really miserable.

It is rumored that in ancient times, a god ape was nagged by a monk surnamed Jin for five hundred years, and finally his IQ declined, and he was confused and entered Buddhism.

A lesson from the past, we should take it as a warning.

As for the artistic conception of destroying miè, although it is very tempting, most of it is related to fire, and it is more inclined to magic.

On the path of cultivation, it is most undesirable to practice the mysteries of the complex, especially the profound meaning of the same kind of concurrently.

Jing Qing had already understood the sword intent, and the sword heart was clear, so he naturally did not hesitate to eliminate it.

All that remains is the unknown meaning that does not know the roots, but is vast and broad.

The moment he came into contact with the divine light, a profound and broad artistic conception rushed into Jing Qing's soul, and a message was also read out by Jing Qing.

"It is actually the artistic conception of pure yang, the source of pure yang, the source of qiēyang energy in the world, and the avenue of origin."

Jing Qing was stunned, thinking that the artistic conception carried in this divine light was only a step higher than that of Puzhao at most.

Who knew that it was actually the source of a qiēyang genus, which was too inconsistent with the breath it revealed.

But it's not surprising to think about it, the closer you get to the source, the more restrained you are.

Half a bottle of water is swaying, and the bottle is full of water, and from the outside, it is natural to see the depth.

With joy in his heart, Jing Qing tried his best to accept the information brought by this artistic conception, and by the way, the formed sword intent and the dragon fist intent also began to fluctuate, transforming sharply, and strange changes occurred.

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