Since Wang Yangming's mental inheritance, An Qisheng has learned everything much faster.

He has fully developed his amazing talent for spiritual alongside.

After entering the long-term floating realm, whether it is Wang Quan's nameless boy gong, or the later dragon and tiger pure yang energy, soul snatching Dafa, and Tianyi Soul Snatching Sutra are all learned as soon as they are learned, and there is almost no hindrance.

The Ferris wheel method is no exception.

Even, because of his countless dreams experience, the cultivation of this Ferris wheel method is much faster than other martial arts!

In just two months, he has broken through the triple realm of 'seeing people', 'seeing me' and 'seeing sentient beings', and stepped into the realm of 'seeing heaven and earth', the fourth level of the Ferris wheel method!

Da~

An Qisheng's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop.

Substantial ripples splashed where his fingers met the tabletop, spreading out like a circle of hearts.

It's as if the space in which it is located has turned into water!

Ripples and sound waves echo above the 'water'.

"It's ......."

The Buddha beads in the old monk's palm stagnated slightly.

I felt that the figure of the old Taoist priest outside one arm suddenly rose and became bigger, no, the old Taoist priest did not change, but he was shrinking, becoming smaller and smaller.

He was actually pulled into the spiritual world by him?

The old monk's face was shocked, and the Buddhist beads polished by the monk's relics in his hand were almost crushed.

Shocked, the old monk suddenly got up, and the Buddha beads in his hand suddenly shone brightly.

Airplanes~

It's like a little sun rising.

But even though the brilliance shone brightly, and the infinite light and heat instantly penetrated all directions, the slowly reverberating ripples spread freely.

Even when the light and heat explode, the diffusion is even more turbulent.

And the taller and taller figure that was an arm's length away from him seemed to be in another dimensional dimension, and was not affected in the slightest.

"How is this possible!"

A look of shock appeared on the old monk's wrinkled face.

The string of Buddhist beads in his hand was made by the relics left behind by the previous generations of monks in the Wheel Temple, and it was the foundation for him to further peek into the divine vein!

Similarly, it is also an important support for him to be able to urge the spiritual world with his qi and vein body.

It can magnify its own 'god' several times, and it has an extremely powerful spell-breaking effect on all spiritual magic.

He once used this treasure to take over a 'vacuum hometown' from the White Lotus Demon Sect to teach the White Lotus Lady.

But at this moment, he didn't even break through the spiritual world of the old Taoist?

This old Taoist priest actually learned the wheel method, and moreover, he learned more advanced than himself?

How is this possible?

In the light of the burning flame, the shocked face of the old monk was reflected.

"Don't think!"

The surging tide of heart was instantly suppressed by him, and the old monk sat down between his sleeves, his eyes closed, and the Buddhist beads turned in the soft golden light to recite Buddhist scriptures.

He has been refining the wheel method for decades, and he knows the power of the spiritual fighting method.

If one is not good, he will be shattered and destroyed, and he will not even be able to enter the Buddha Kingdom of the Teacher Wheel King.

"Is it useful to concentrate?"

An Qisheng's eyes fell, looking down on the small old monk like an ant on the ground.

Syllable~

He slowly raised his hand and snapped his fingers slightly.

Airplanes~

The pure and vast spiritual power was like an uproar suddenly rising above the surging rivers and seas, instantly destroying the spiritual world constructed by the old monk and completely submerging it.

Ever since he practiced the Ferris Wheel Method, he has thought about how he should construct his own spiritual world.

In the past, the Great Devil constructed a bloody hell, but those who were pulled into it by him often had to endure thousands of human tortures, and the most severe punishment was used to break the spirit of the enemy.

In order to achieve the effect of completely ravaging the spirit and soul of the enemy.

But for him, who has lived two lives and experienced two times of information explosions, this is too pediatric.

What's the point?

If you want to kill someone, your fist is enough, and if you want to kill someone, your body is destroyed, so why bother with this wheel method?

Therefore, at the beginning of his practice, he had countless thoughts about how to maximize the effect of this Ferris wheel method.

After months of thinking, I finally saw the prototype.

This old monk came, just right, just enough to experiment one or two.

Boom~

At the same time that the rolling and clapping spiritual tide overwhelmed everything, the old monk opened his 'eyes' in shock.

was brutally beaten out of the state of concentration.

In the midst of his heartbeat, he suddenly realized that he was standing on a square like white jade.

And at infinity, two rays of light like the sun and the moon are flowing down:

"Welcome to .......

Minecraft! ”

Rumble!

Like the sound of heaven roaring, the old monk only felt a sharp shock in his heart, and he didn't know where he was in a trance.

In the next moment, his spirit was completely overwhelmed.

When I opened my eyes again.

What catches the eye is a house with old walls, a mottled roof, and a rugged face with surprise and inexplicability.

Who am I?

Where is this?

Who are they?

"This kid is a little ugly......"

"Newborn children are all wrinkled like this."

"It would be nice to grow up......."

Words he had never heard before, but he understood naturally, rang in his ears.

He turned his neck with difficulty to see a woman reclining on the bed, her face full of tiredness and love.

"Da Lang is looking at me!"

The woman smiled weakly and looked at the man:

"Wu Lang, you haven't named the child yet."

"I don't know how many words, where do I come up with a name? When I save some money, I'll ask Mr. Wei to come up with a name. ”

The man hesitated for a moment and said:

"Now, let's call Da Lang first, Wu Da Lang ......."

'Wu Dalang .......'

His spirit was drowsy and he fell into a deep sleep.

........

What can break the spirit is not necessarily only pain, there are many other ways.

In the depths of a bright soul, the Tao Yitu blooms like water.

An Qisheng slowly flipped a white jade-like scroll in his hand, and as his mind turned, the picture in the scroll kept changing.

With his current state of mind, it is not enough to outline a perfect world.

In fact, even the big skyscrapers of the past are not enough to outline a complete world.

Da Motian also knew this, so he just sketched a bloody hell and tortured the enemy's mind and spirit with simple and rough torture.

If the enemy collapses, they will take advantage of the weakness to rewrite their souls and tamper with their memories.

And even if the enemy carries it through, it will inevitably suffer indelible heavy losses.

Because the spiritual confrontation itself is a loss of the 'god', after a heavy injury, it is natural and simple to kill it.

But it is precisely because it is too single, when you meet someone who really doesn't take pain to heart and is extremely determined, it is easy to suffer a big loss.

This is also the reason why he was killed by the Dragon Sparrow Sword Master.

With such a lesson from the past, An Qisheng thought more about his own spiritual world, he was not enough to outline a complete spiritual world at this time, and he did not want to outline a place of punishment with no potential like the Great Ferris.

Then it's very simple, first sketch a corner, see the big from the small, and there can be a place for improvement step by step.

"This old monk's mind is indeed firm, and his spirit is also rare and pure, at least it can last longer........

Anderson looked at the scroll.

With his current spirit, it was naturally simple to defeat the old monk in one go, but such a simple and crude method would be too wasteful of such a valuable test item.

With the spiritual power of that old monk, it was enough to hold on for a long time.

However, An Qisheng is not in a hurry at all, he is a man in two lives, and what he does not lack is one 'story' after another.

But there is no hurry.

The pouring and tempering of each other's spirits is also of great benefit to one's own spirit.

It's a pity that even if he doesn't want to easily wipe out the spirit of this old monk, in his spiritual world, even if he doesn't do anything, his spirit will be consumed.

I have a physical body to rely on, and my essence can be replenished.

The old monk who was cut off by him from the physical and spiritual connections, but his spirit could only get weaker and weaker until it was completely wiped out.

Call~

On the official road where the light shone, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

Before the official road, it was empty, where were the teahouse guests, horses and goods?

There is only an old monk with his hands folded and standing in the middle of the official road.

Everything is an illusion.

"Mental duels are much more dangerous than head-on battles."

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

When the old monk first appeared, he found out, and at that time, he was still a mile away, and at this time, he was only ten feet away from him.

And the mental duel between the two seems to be slow, but in fact, it is just a few snaps of time.

If you really want to be affected by the spirit in the head-on battle, losing your mind in an instant is the line between life and death.

However, his 'god' is stronger than the old monk, and there is still three points left in the duel, even if the old man has not been shrouded in his spiritual world, he can't hurt him.

But if he met this old monk a few months ago, when his five internal organs and meridians had not yet condensed, it would really be the hand of the deer, and it is not yet known.

The old monk stood on the official road with his hands folded, and the breeze swayed his monk's robe, as if there was no difference.

But his sunken eye sockets, a pair of eyes were a blur, lost all color.

"The wheel of law is so bad, and I have the courage to use it to show off."

Muttering to himself, An Qisheng picked up the string of relics beads from his hand.

The monk of the Wheel Temple is known for having no long things, and this old monk is even more so, in addition to this string of Buddhist beads, the robe is slightly worth a little money.

"It's a good prototype of a divine weapon, but it's a pity that it's not suitable for me."

An Qisheng put away the Buddhist beads, paced past the old monk, and walked into the distance against the breeze.

Call~

Behind him, a ray of fire scurried on the robe like a snake, and then devoured the old monk whole.

Under the light and shadow, the blazing torch burned on the official road.

until burned to ashes.