"Absorb the Spirit!"

There was another urgent shout from the master's side, I didn't dare to delay, I concentrated on sensing the evil spiritual thoughts, it was so fragile, but the spiritual thoughts on its body were extremely powerful.

In the next moment, I saw a spiritual fire emerging from the evil body through a pair of burial eyes.

I've heard Master say before that after I open the first spiritual thought, I will be able to see the specific form of the evil god's spiritual thought in the process of absorbing the spiritual thought.

And at this moment, only the faint light of the spiritual fire was left in my field of vision, and all around it was a bottomless darkness.

I don't know if I felt the darkness towards the fire, or if the fire drifted towards me, I could only feel myself getting closer and closer to it, and finally becoming one with it.

As soon as the spiritual thoughts merged with me, the meridians around me seemed to be all opened, and the cultivation accumulated in the past eight years may have been suppressed in the meridians for too long, but at this moment I finally found an outlet for catharsis, gushing out unscrupulously.

I didn't even know that the cultivation I had accumulated in the past eight years was so strong, and for a while, the spiritual charm was scattered, and they turned into wisps of green light, like a group of hungry tigers, devouring the evil qi floating around.

Actually, I don't know very well whether it was my spiritual charm that devoured those evil qi or dispelled the evil qi, and the feeling was very hazy and unrealistic.

When Lingyun returned to the meridians, I felt an indescribable lightness all over my body, as if I could break away from gravity and soar into the sky if I wasn't careful.

It didn't last long, though, and soon I felt my weight again.

I was surrounded by evil qi at close range before, but in fact, I was already shocked into a cold sweat, and it was all by holding on to a breath that I completed the whole process of suppressing the evil gods and absorbing spiritual thoughts.

Now I finally couldn't hold it anymore and sat down on the ground with my knees limp.

Both legs were shaking, and the muscles on my back were tense and cramped. I shrugged my shoulders and tried to stabilize my latissimus dorsi, but as I shrugged my shoulders, I felt a warm current slowly expand along the top of my head towards my waist.

When I looked up, I saw that the large canopy of trees pressing against the black swamp was rapidly withering, and at this moment an oval-shaped gap had formed in the sky above the swamp, and the first rays of sunlight shone through the gap, just above my head.

The canopy withered faster and faster, first as rays of sunlight pierced through the darkness, and then the beams converged to illuminate the entire swamp.

When exposed to sunlight, the mud soup in the swamp stopped flowing, and then the water contained in the mud was evaporated at an unimaginable speed, and the wet mud turned into dry soil, cracking and sinking inch by inch, and the miserable situation at the bottom of the swamp was finally exposed to the sun.

There were a large number of bones buried in the swamp, and these miserable white bones and black mud were mixed together, and there was an unusually tragic temperament in the chaos.

Scenes of memories that do not belong to me flashed back in my mind, and almost every picture was miserable and sad to the extreme.

These images are scattered, disordered, and fragmented:

The blood mist gathered over the village, and the earth-shattering resentment rose from the ground, but it was suppressed by this blood mist.

Flames rose from the beams, tongues of fire swaying wildly with screams echoing across the sky.

The village road was scattered with countless corpses and bones, bloody to the sky, a little girl of three or four years old ran from the middle of the road crying, her father looked at her stupidly, and the figure of the blue-faced Rakshasa suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the stupidity turned into despair at this moment.

The sound of mournful cries, hurried footsteps, and the crackling sound of the fire beams all converged in a chaotic and manic manner, startling people's scalps tightened, and in the picture, Zheng Long was standing on a high mountain, with a satisfied smile on his face, looking out towards the village.

The blue-faced rakshasa stood beside the swamp, and the mud in the swamp began to churn and flow, and streams of black gas flowed down the leylines to the fields in the distance.

Zheng Long pulled a wheelbarrow and sent piles of corpses into the swamp.

A man with a dull face stepped into the swamp, at first, his soul was extremely weak, until half of his body fell into the swamp, and the soul suddenly became stronger, and he finally came to his senses, and found himself being swallowed by the swamp, struggling to swim back to the swamp, but the more he struggled, the faster he sank, and after a few seconds, the top of his head finally sank into the swamp, leaving only a scattered bubble where he had just struggled.

Zheng Long stood in front of the gate of the ancient temple, turned his head to look behind him, and the blue-faced Rakshasa released a large amount of evil qi to help him dissipate the qi on the Divine Hidden Needle.

The Jingyun Mountain outcasts in the Pure Hall were discussing how to improve their cultivation as soon as possible, and Zheng Long hid in the shadows under the courtyard wall, quietly looking at everyone in the hall as if he were looking at his prey.

When the twilight bell rang, a man who had broken the precepts was placed as a sacrifice on the path leading to the end of the village, and the black sand turned into a large hand, and swept him into the dark swamp.

Images like these keep popping up in my mind, and in fact, the amount of information I can receive from these images is far greater than the information carried by the images themselves.

Everyone who died at the hands of the Rakshasa seemed to consciously transmit their resentment and despair to me.

As well as Zheng Long's greed, and the sorrow and violence of Rakshasa are also lingering in my mind.

When the last image faded into darkness, my head felt like it was going to explode, the pain was severe, and my face was covered with tears.

The picture eventually faded away, and the world returned to peace again, but my mind could not settle down for a long time.

Master once said that God has given me a rare talent, and it will also make me suffer pain that ordinary people cannot comprehend, and I have never been able to understand the meaning of this sentence before, but only now do I understand what Master means by "suffering".

Empathizing with every pain and every evil thought in the world is the greatest pain in this world.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and if you see through people's hearts, you can't see through the red dust.

Fortunately, I have always believed that the most terrible and miserable thing in this world is indeed the human heart, but the loveliest and most tender thing in this world is also the human heart.

Looking back, if I hadn't always had this belief in my heart, I am afraid that I would have been driven crazy a long time ago.

It took me a long time to break free from the despair that kept lingering in my mind, and I finally felt a little more relaxed by condensing my mental power to hold the spiritual platform, calming my mind and stabilizing my inner breath.

I don't know when Yunshang has been squatting beside me, at this time she raised a hand and gently wiped away the tears on my face: "Uncle Xiao, what's wrong with you?" ”

I was afraid that she would be worried, so I forced a smile on my face and responded to her in a relaxed tone: "I finally opened the second spiritual sense, and I accidentally moved myself to tears." ”

Yunshang patted me on the shoulder: "It's really useless, the big man is still crying." ”

I grinned at Yunsheng, and then looked up at Master, only to find Master staring at me with a puzzled expression.