The eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and brain are the six roots.

Seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, touching, and meaning are the six senses.

Color, sound, fragrance, taste, touch, and law are the six dusts.

The six roots give rise to the six senses, and the six senses are connected with external objects to give birth to the six dusts.

Meditation means to get rid of the six dusts, the six consciousnesses, and the six roots to be pure.

What the Heavenly Sound Phantom Array tests is the purity of the cultivators.

After all, Ye Changsheng is not broken enough, and he can't be truly pure.

Nine heavenly thunderbolts fell, exploding directly in the sea of souls, making him feel terrified, but quickly dissipated.

Purple thunder light swayed in the air, turning into flying fairies in an instant, flying enchantingly.

The fairy music is fluttering, the jade is warm and fragrant, and the whole illusion is transformed into a charming and gentle township, and the absolute truth is projected into the depths of the soul.

Even the warmth and smoothness of the fairies' surroundings, as well as the rapid wheezing sound, were clearly projected into Ye Changsheng's soul.

Ye Changsheng is extremely calm, he has experienced disillusionment, he has experienced rebirth, but he is just a pink skeleton, how can his heart make waves?

Naturally, his realm is not one of emptiness, but of painful realization.

The amorous flying immortals, after being extremely charming, turned into an ugly demon covered with abscesses.

The transformation of beauty and ugliness is only in an instant.

The whole illusion, the stench, indescribable filth, the blood and pus on the demons' bodies, stained their bodies, and even flowed into their mouths.

Except for Ye Changsheng, the fourteen people who sat cross-legged all swayed their bodies.

The two disciples of the Jifu Temple were flushed, and they were still in a state of bloodshot eyes and bleeding nostrils, but the next moment they vomited in disgust.

The two of them were held up by an invisible force and sent out of the phantom array and eliminated.

Immediately afterwards, three more disciples fell, and they used their mental power to resist the illusion, but they committed the great taboo of appearance, like a knife cutting water, in vain.

It's just that the second weight of the phantom array, and nearly half of the eighteen disciples have already been eliminated.

The third layer of the phantom array, the illusion of hell, the sea of swords and fire, the bones and tongues, the pain is real.

In the cultivation, people have a thorough understanding of the pain of the flesh and skin, and no one has been eliminated at this level.

The fourth layer of the phantom array, nothingness.

Time and space have become meaningless, and sentient beings and ruthless lives have lost their meaning.

Nothingness begets fate, the unknown brings fear, illusion is nothing, and the test is more severe than the pain and perception of reality.

It is easy to settle in the thorn bushes, but it is difficult to turn around under the bright moon curtain.

Two disciples of the temple were discouraged and gave up the test, and two other disciples were halfway through chanting when they suddenly broke down and shouted.

All four were eliminated.

At this point, only six of the eighteen testers remained.

The monks who were watching all looked at Ye Changsheng at this moment, and their eyes were full of surprise.

The Heavenly Sound Phantom Array is the projection of the soul, and it can best see a practitioner's meditation skills.

Meditation is the harmony of body, mind, and spirit, and the practice of the three is already difficult, and it is even more difficult to achieve harmony.

Up to now, Ye Changsheng's performance has been amazing.

He was the most calm and stable of the six, and his calm demeanor surpassed even the two disciples of Guru Sangmu.

What's even more amazing is that with the deepening of the phantom array, a peaceful aura appeared on Ye Changsheng's body, giving people the feeling that he seemed to have transcended the phantom array.

The eminent monks are no strangers to this peaceful temperament, and their own practice of the Dharma will naturally reveal such a temperament when the stress is triggered.

But how old is Ye Changsheng, he has only practiced Buddhism for a few years, don't forget, his identity is a swordsmith.

Probably only Master Xuanguang was not surprised, because he knew in his heart that Ye Changsheng was the inheritor of Master Jiluo's blood scripture, and the comprehension of Buddhism inherited by Master Jiluo was enough to reinvent an ordinary man.

What's more, Ye Changsheng is not an ordinary man.

In fact, Master Xuanguang guessed half correctly, the peaceful aura on Ye Changsheng's body came from the "Jiluo Realm" to be precise.

In the prayer wheel of the six-character mantra, in the independent space opened up by Master Jiluo, Ye Changsheng has been practicing for several years, and the mysterious and peaceful aura of the Jiluo realm has already soaked his body and mind.

There is no deliberate meditation, it is the real meditation, the truth Ye Changsheng doesn't understand, but he really does it.

There was no difference between him sitting in the Heavenly Sound Phantom Array and sitting in the Ura Realm, and sitting anywhere.

Things should be done, and the past is not left.

Between the void, there is nothing in the first place, and naturally it will not be contaminated with dust.

The fifth layer of the Tianyin Phantom Array, the reflection of desire, treasures, and all kinds of things.

In Ye Changsheng's mind, a strange sword hilt appeared, and it disappeared, leaving not even a trace of afterimage.

He who has cultivated the second meritorious appearance, penetrated the "self-appearance", and is not attached to the "human appearance", how can he be obsessed with external objects?

Desire is real, but if he didn't have that scabbard, he wouldn't be him? Ye Changsheng wouldn't be Ye Changsheng?

I am fortunate to have gained, but I have lost my life.

And I, still me.

The two disciples of the Cifu Temple fell under desire.

The two of them were angry and happy, one was holding a non-existent Zen staff, and the other was holding Baoshan, falling into an illusion and unable to extricate themselves.

It wasn't until they were pulled out of the phantom array that they came to their senses, sitting cross-legged on the side in shame, chanting and introspecting.

So far, of the fifteen disciples of Cifu Temple, only the last one remains.

The senior monks of Cifu Temple were not surprised by this result, Cifu Temple is only a few hundred years old, and it is too deeply entangled with the secular royal family, and the kung fu of meditation and determination is originally a shortcoming.

It is not easy to have a disciple who has persevered until now.

As for the two disciples of Master Sangmu, they have been practicing the yoga method of the Kongxuan Sect since they were children, so they naturally have something extraordinary.

As for Ye Changsheng, he can't be treated with common sense, probably he is the legendary demon!

Master Sang Mu looked at Ye Changsheng, who seemed to be asleep, and his expression began to become solemn, and uneasiness arose in his heart.

That relic came from the Huixin Sect, and he was going to bring it back to the ancestral court and hand it over to the Dharma King.

It was only because he saw the jade carving that Ye Changsheng gave to Cifu Temple that he was temporary, so he made a temporary decision and used this relic to make a bet with Ye Changsheng.

Originally, he thought that he would win this battle, but now it seems that something is not good.

Ye Changsheng's meditation kung fu was much more profound than his two personal disciples.

If the two disciples lose, they will lose, it is nothing more than a loss of face, but if the relics are given to Ye Changsheng, how should he explain to the Dharma King?

Master Mulberry smiled helplessly, cocooned himself, and said that he was himself.

The sixth level of the phantom array, the illusion of mercy, the last disciple of Cifu Temple was defeated.

The seventh layer of the phantom array, the illusion of life and death, the two disciples of Master Sangmu, were finally defeated.

The two were both regretful and happy, and were taken out of the phantom array.

Stopping at the seventh level is already a very good result, and it is enough to be proud of the other sixteen.

However, when the two of them saw Ye Changsheng, who was still sitting in the phantom array, they couldn't help but widen their eyes, and their faces were incredible.

Ye Changsheng, who was sitting cross-legged, was like a stubborn stone, standing still.

How is this possible!