Chapter 117 Lifting a weight is light, lifting a weight is like a weight!
"Three souls and seven spirits, really indispensable, I originally thought that absorbing the essence of the fire qilin was a wonderful move, but I didn't expect that it would bury such a big flaw in my cultivation path, I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse......
After a pause, Ye Feng frowned, couldn't help shaking his head, smiled bitterly, and said: "In this world, the theory of destiny is very noisy, whether it is a monk or an emperor, a mud bodhisattva, no matter whether it is a god stick or not, once the prophecy is made, it will come true, just from this point of view, it is really not completely just a god stick......
It is true that in the world of wind and clouds, the theory of destiny is indeed a great curse.
From a small point of view, the monks and emperors, mud bodhisattvas and the like, either because of their own cultivation, or because of the external object - the Heavenly Crying Sutra, and then know the heavenly machine, and the words and the law follow, all of them are effective.
In a big way, Emperor Shakti devoured the blood of the phoenix, and in the end he did not die well; Xiao Sanxiao drank the blood of the dragon turtle, and finally attracted the Great Tribulation, the four great beasts, but if they are killed, they will be cursed by the whole world.
Whether it is small or large, to a certain extent, it is the embodiment of the power of the laws of heaven and earth.
The law is mighty, unfathomable, and unfathomable.
Ye Feng devoured the Fire Qilin Essence Yuan, and finally ended up like this, from the moment he set the target on the Fire Qilin, it was already doomed, even if he came from outside the Nine Heavens, he could not escape this catastrophe.
Thinking of this, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a trace of remorse in his heart.
Of course, what he did was what he did, there was nothing to regret about devouring the Fire Qilin, even if he was given another chance to do it again, he would still do it, what he regretted was that he shouldn't have done things so desperately.
At least you have to keep the fire unicorn alive, and it's also excellent to keep it as a pet.
At this moment, there was a muffled sound, and a volume of things fell out, which was the "Imperial Ten Thousand Laws of Wisdom Sutra", which was not worth giving, and the whole book was woven with Xuanhuo thread, which can protect it from decay for thousands of years, and at the same time, it is also invasable by water and fire, and insects and ants are avoided.
Ever since he sealed the Amazing Flower into the Sea of Knowledge, he had never flipped through it again.
Or rather, he never flipped through it.
In the world of wind and clouds, there are more than a dozen peerless divine skills that are enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, but it definitely does not include this "Ten Thousand Laws of Wisdom Sutra", and now he has mastered all the three points of Yuanqi, Wandao Senluo, the four uniques of the heavens, the way of emptiness, and the top ten martial arts, even if it is the same level of divine skills such as the Heaven Shifting Divine Palm, the World Destroying Demon Body, and the Maha Immeasurable, it is not very attractive to Ye Feng, not to mention this little-known scripture.
Ye Feng's brows furrowed slightly, and he picked up the "Imperial Ten Thousand Laws Wisdom Sutra" and opened the first volume.
Suddenly, it was like someone holding a feather and gently brushing Ye Feng's spine, and his whole person couldn't help but feel a wit, his heart trembled inexplicably, and his scalp was numb.
Hiss!!
"No, there's something wrong with this scroll!" He couldn't help but gasp, and his heart trembled.
At his level, the person who could make him feel this kind of tingling on his scalp no longer exists, but now he has such a terrifying feeling because of a dead thing, which is really shocking.
Burst! Suddenly, he threw the scripture book directly to the ground, and he did not allow him to have a chance to be indecisive, and the scripture book was automatically spread out.
Not words, but pictures...... A very freehand landscape painting.
Swish!
In the next moment, the landscape painting moved.
"Oops!"
Almost at the moment when he saw the painting, Ye Feng's heart had already surged with this thought, unfortunately, it was still too late, whoosh! Suddenly, he was out of his body and sucked into the scroll.
The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river......
When I was drunk, I didn't know that the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of dreams and pressed the galaxy......
Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove, late day snow desire, can drink a glass without ......
The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying......
The clouds and temples are swaying, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night......
The mountains follow the plains, and the rivers flow into the great wilderness. The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon swells and the rivers flow......
Sick and frightened, he sat up and asked with a smile where the guest came from!
The moment he saw the painting, he was already in the world of the painting, and the whole person's experience interpreted life with the evolution of the painting.
In the first life, he turned into a general on the border of the Tang Dynasty, commanding 100,000 elite soldiers, fighting on the frontier, countless relatives and friends around him died, he experienced scene after scene of parting and sadness, and finally died of depression.
In the second life, he was born into a prominent wealthy family, honest and upright, is a humble gentleman, this kind of person is of course a good person, but not suitable for mixing with the court, but his background is destined for him to only enter the court, in the cruel party struggle, Jiangdong was defeated, his father was imprisoned, but he was helpless, far away in the barren land of Lingnan, he could only drink and have fun, a lonely boat, drunk and dreamed of the starry sky.
Then came the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh lives - the dying and sick sat up in shock, and the dark wind and rain blew into the cold window.
In this seventh life, he is a world-famous Confucian, worried about the people and the country, but he is not reused, it should have been Bai Juyi's sentence "sit up in shock in the dying illness, and the dark wind blows and the rain into the cold window", but in the end, it was finally broken, and it became "sitting up in the sick and frightened, and asking where the guest came from with a smile".
In an instant, he had been in this painting for seven lifetimes.
To be more precise, it is not to experience seven lifetimes, but only seven moments, similar to soul piercing, each time the soul pierces, he immediately inherits all the memories and emotions of other people, and after a short pause, he changes to another scene, until this double illusion is broken.
It's just a moment.
But when Ye Feng looked up at the window, his scalp was numb again.
The goose-feather-like snow fluttered down, and the earth was wrapped in a thick layer of silver, and the sky and the earth were white and boundless.
Just before he opened the scroll, it was still dog days, but now it had become the month of Lahan, and although the exact time change was unknown, one thing was certain, at least six months had passed in the real world.
"Awesome." Ye Feng was sweating profusely, and praised it in his mouth.
These were two completely different essences from the Dao Tibetan Heavenly Tribulation Technique he had created, or rather, it was completely reversed.
If the Daozang Heavenly Tribulation Technique he created is to lift weights lightly, then this one in front of him is to lift weights lightly, and it is already difficult for ordinary people to achieve weightlifting, and it is even more difficult to achieve weightlifting than lifting weights lightly, even dozens of times.
If the weight is light, it is still real, as long as it is practiced hard, and if it is heavy, it is already the state of Zen silence of "color is emptiness, emptiness is color", and those who are not great perseverance, great wisdom, and great opportunity cannot be vain. (To be continued.) )