The room is divided into three parts: living room, bedroom, and bathroom.

The décor of the room is extremely simple: the bed, the bookcase full of books, the wooden screen separating the bedroom from the living room, the tea table and tea chair against the wall of the living room, and a narrow bathroom in the room for one person to wash, without other decorations, look rather austere.

In the living room, the black and white airflow presents the shape of a yin and yang fish, slowly rotating and lingering, around Wu Xi, constantly resisting Wu Xi, from all sides of the room, covering the sky and covering it, like the mountains and mountains pressing gravity.

These two forces are neither spiritual power nor soul spiritual power, but the confrontation of two extremely pure artistic conceptions.

And between the collision of these two artistic conceptions, the sound of a sonic boom that pierced the eardrum sounded in the room.

Because the room was extremely tidy, there was no dust.

And although the confrontation of artistic conception does not require spiritual power, it is a confrontation that consumes the power of the spiritual soul extremely at that time.

Wang Cun, standing in the living room with his body facing away from the door of the room, may be nothing.

But Wu Xi was under the passage of time, and the spiritual power contained in the sea of spirits was drastically reduced, and gradually the green tendons on his forehead that were originally hidden in the skin appeared again.

After all, there is a world of difference between the strength realms of the two, and there is an essential gap between the two that uses spiritual power and the other is soul power.

Finally, when Wu Xi's face turned pale because of the consumption of mental power.

At the same time, Wang Cun also looked satisfied, and then withdrew the artistic conception of his own comprehension that was shrouded in the room.

"Whew!" In an instant, when Wang Cun retracted his artistic conception, Wu Xi suddenly felt that all the oppressive force on his body disappeared, and the slowly flowing Xingyuan spiritual power in his body also returned to the dantian.

"It is worthy of the artistic conception of life and death, even if it is a prototype that has just been comprehended, it can persist for so long under the artistic conception of the mountains that the old man has comprehended. Yes, that's good!"

Wang Cun stopped pretending to be mysterious and turned around.

There was a hint of appreciation in his vicissitudes of life, looking at Wu Xi, who was looking at him with his eyes falling on him, his clothes were soaked, and he looked quite embarrassed.

Wu Xi's eyes were like stars at this time, star-studded, and his eyes were like torches looking at Wang Cun.

"Can you explain why you didn't get out of the Nine Dead Tower on time? Wang Cun said lightly.

I asked my own questions directly.

Hearing this, Wu Xi smiled and remained silent. I was secretly haunted in my heart.

How could he say that he was because Bodhi Tree deliberately spent a few more moments in the Tower of Nine Deaths.

He dared to return the Bodhi saplings to He Yujie because Wu Xi believed that He Yujie would never hurt him.

But he can also guarantee that as long as he speaks and says that he is born with such a treasure as the Bodhi Tree, he will definitely not be able to live today and walk out of this room.

For a long time, looking at Wu Xi, who was reluctant to say the reason, Wang Cun smiled slightly, and was not angry.

On the contrary, the color of appreciation in the eyes is even greater.

Diverting the topic: "Do you know what artistic conception is?"

"The monk has a sense of the truth of heaven and earth and all things in the world. The artistic conception can be divided into two kinds: one is: the artistic conception of heaven and earth, and the other is: the artistic conception of all things. ”

Hearing this, Wu Xi pondered for a long time before he opened his mouth to express his understanding.

Hearing this, Wang Cun's vicissitudes of life eyes suddenly brightened, and a touch of essence emerged, and he asked again: "What is the artistic conception of heaven and earth, and what is the artistic conception of all things." ”

"Life and Death, Reincarnation, Time and Space, Fate, Eternity, Light, Darkness, Killing, Redemption,......"

"And so on, seemingly ethereal things, but they contain the artistic conception of heaven and earth. ”

"As for the artistic conception of all things: rivers, lakes and seas, the sun, moon and stars, mountains and mountains, flowers, birds, insects and fish, yin and yang...... Everything in the world can be seen and touched, and it can become the artistic conception of all things. ”

As Wu Xi finished speaking, Wang Cun's vicissitudes of life became brighter and brighter, but he was silent for a long time before he spoke.

"Then you think the two are stronger or weaker. ”

Hearing this, Wu Xi's expression froze, and he pursed his thin lips and said, "The artistic conception of heaven and earth may be stronger." ”

"It's really something you came up with. Hearing this, he looked at Wu Xidao with a smile on his face.

"Uh!" Wu Xi's expression suddenly froze when he heard this.

Immediately, Wu Xi fell silent.

In fact, even Wu Xi himself didn't know why he said such a profound remark.

It was as if these things had always been in his mind.

Wang Cun asked, and these words appeared in his mind, and he opened his mouth to speak.

Whether he thought it or not, in fact, even he didn't know very well.

Looking at the silent Wu Xi, Wang Cun did not bother.

Immediately, he turned around and walked to the bedroom, stopped in front of the bedroom bookcase, and reached out to take out an ancient book with yellowed skin from the bookcase.

Turn around and walk back into the living room, stopping where you were.

looked at Wu Hee, who had a look of doubt on Junxiu's face.

"Give!" Wang Cun handed the ancient book he had taken out of the bookcase to Wu Xi.

Seeing this, Wu Xi thanked him and reached out to take the yellowed ancient book handed over by Wang Cun.

"Heaven's will"!

Looking at the ancient book covers, Wu Xi said in a low voice.

And these four ancient seal inscriptions brought Wu Xi a sense of familiarity.

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

"This is a forbidden book, written by the Terrans, a powerful person of the evil way, 10,000 years ago. After seeing it, you don't need to return it, and you can destroy it immediately. Remember, don't let the third party know what you just said, otherwise, the old man won't be able to protect you. Wang Cun warned.

"Ah!" Hearing this, Wu Xi was stunned. Looking up at Wang Cun, he didn't understand what Elder Wang in front of him meant.

"What you said earlier is the same as what was written earlier in this ancient book. ”

"I don't know if this is your own perception or if you have seen this ancient book from somewhere. But don't say it to anyone else. ”

"This ancient book records the perception of the artistic conception of the strongest evil cultivator, and it is of great benefit to any monk who perceives the artistic conception of the Tao. Xiao Wangzi accidentally got a remnant of this ancient book, and only then did he realize the artistic conception of killing in a trial. ”

"Shhh

Looking down in horror, he looked at the ancient book of "The Meaning of the Heavens" in his hand.

It feels like a hot potato and wants to throw it away.

But he was a little reluctant.

After all, for him who has just realized the artistic conception, this "The Will of the Heavens" may have an extremely important role for him.

"Don't worry, although this is a forbidden book, many monks who have comprehended the artistic conception of the Tao have it. It's nothing, it's just that it doesn't appear in the open. ”

"Why. ”

Although Wu Xi knew that he shouldn't open his mouth to ask, the familiarity brought to him by the four ancient seal characters of "The Meaning of the Heavens" made him have to ask this question.

"Turn to the last page. Hearing this, Wang Cun was not surprised, and said lightly.

Hearing this, Wu Xi hurriedly turned to the last page.

"Wu Yuntian". Seeing the author written on the last page of the ancient book in his hand, Wu Xi couldn't help but exclaim.

"Yes, 10,000 years ago, he single-handedly slaughtered the last royal ...... of the human race."