A flash of enlightenment flashed in Ling Feng's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, a maple leaf floating around him on the surface of the surface conjured up various images, sometimes showing mountains and rivers, and sometimes showing the sun, moon and stars......

The speed of this ever-changing maple leaf is not fast, there is no trace of sharp breath, ups and downs, the moment it touches the fourth eardrum, it recovers its original appearance, it is still a maple leaf, and the essence has not changed from beginning to end. [Burning Library] []

The energy drum surface of the eardrum, like water waves, rippled in circles, and was easily pierced by the weak maple leaves.

After comprehending the four layers of mystery from the moves in a row, Ling Feng was a little more relaxed.

In his previous life, he didn't comprehend the fourth mystery, and he didn't expect that it only took a moment today to realize it.

Of course, this is because Ling Feng has thousands of years of experience, and the longer a person lives, the deeper his understanding of everything.

If you change to a young martial artist, because of your lack of experience, you will always stay in the first layer of the realm of 'seeing the mountain is the mountain', and it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to integrate your own perception into the moves.

This is also the real reason why for thousands of years, very few cultivators have been able to comprehend the sevenfold mysteries within the moves.

"The fifth realm, turning decay into a god, using the simplest moves in the world, to play the world's most powerful momentum. It can not only "lift weights as lightly", but also "lift as light". ”

Ling Feng couldn't help frowning, and muttered, "If you lift weight, if you lift weight, material light is light, heavy is heavy, no matter how hard I try, I can't turn a drop of water into a mountain, right?"

Ling Feng pondered hard, this fifth weight, 'lifting as light, lifting as light', is directly related to the origin of matter, and it is mysterious and mysterious, and it can no longer be expressed in words.

Ling Feng crossed his knees on the ground, and the Bodhi Enlightenment Tree in the Sea of Divine Consciousness, his super high comprehension immediately made him enter a state of forgetting both things and me, and comprehended the true meaning of this sentence.

I don't know how long it has been, Ling Feng has already captured a glimmer of opportunity, but there are still some places that are like a thin film, blocking the top of Ling Feng's head, and he has always been unable to understand what the ultimate meaning of this layer of mystery is.

Ling Feng opened his eyes with some annoyance, and glanced at the ground casually, just in time to catch an ant carrying a worm dozens of times his size, crawling towards his burrow.

"An ant can carry an object that weighs dozens of times the weight itself, which means that if the weight is light, if I am countless times smaller, as big as an ant, I naturally cannot move an object of this weight, which is lightweight. ”

A flash of realization flashed in Ling Feng's eyes, and he closed his eyes again.

It's getting light up again, and it's a new day!

At this moment, Ling Feng sat quietly on the ground like a rock, his clothes completely soaked under the morning dew, and there were strange energy fluctuations around him.

This energy fluctuation is colorless and invisible, it is indeed a real existence, and a piece of maple leaves fluttered down, and when it comes into contact with this mysterious energy, half of them are as light as a feather, and they bounce out directly, and some of them are as heavy as a thousand pounds, and they are heavily inserted into the ground, and even half of the leaf tip is submerged into the dust......

Ling Feng opened his eyes suddenly, and the countless maple leaves around him seemed to have their own consciousness, swirling, flying towards the fifth eardrum, some of the fallen leaves were as fast as lightning, flying out, making a sound of breaking the sky, and some were as slow as a snail, light and fluttering, as if they were not disturbed by gravity at all.

In an instant, the fifth drum surface was pierced by these maple leaves, and its energy ripples like the surface of the water dissipated.

Ling Feng's face was delighted.

As he realized the meaning of 'lifting weights as light, lifting as light', he found that his fit with this piece of heaven and earth had reached more than seven layers.

Between the gestures, it was natural, and he didn't feel a little resistance, like a small boat with a tailwind, which didn't need to exert any strength, but the power of the moves he used was far greater than before.

Comprehending the mystery of the fifth layer of the move, Ling Feng did not rest, or was so excited that he forgot himself, he always remembered the task of going to the second layer of the Tower of Babel to find the flower of life, and the time was pressing, so he immediately calmed down and continued to comprehend the sixth meaning of the move.

"The eighth layer of the Mortal Realm, the sixth mystery, there is no move to win, there is a sword in the heart, there is no sword in the hand, and the fallen leaves and flying flowers can hurt people. This is a situation where there are no tricks to win. ”

Ling Feng muttered, "The mystery of this sixth layer is easy to understand, the sword is a dead thing, held in a person's hand, it has become an extension of the person's arm, and when the person's arm moves, the sword will hurt people, if I integrate the sword intent into all things in heaven and earth, all things in heaven and earth can be used by me." ”

Although this sentence is easy to understand, there is no fixed trajectory or fixed size of all things in heaven and earth, and flying flowers and leaves are all part of it.

If you want to control all things in heaven and earth, let yourself control them, and use them to deal with the enemy, but it is difficult to reach the sky.

This important meaning relies on hard practice, not epiphany.

Ling Feng once again practiced a set of boxing techniques.

This set of boxing techniques is not a powerful thunder boxing, but a kind of body method similar to Tai Chi, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, with the power of rigidity and softness.

As this set of boxing techniques was practiced to the most part, around him, two air currents, one white and one black, strangely blended together, like a Tai Chi figure.

Ling Feng's current purpose is to release his 'will', control all things in heaven and earth, and make his will everywhere, and the yellow sand and fallen leaves can hurt people!

Fortunately, Ling Feng's sea of divine consciousness opened up to the size of ten zhang, and his perception ability was thousands of times beyond that of ordinary martial artists, and within a radius of a hundred zhang, even the slightest movement could not escape his perception.

While practicing boxing, he extended his perception, and even a drop of morning dew on the treetops, the moment it fell, he would sense it, and Ling Feng immediately extended his 'meaning' and controlled the drop of morning dew.

When the morning dew fell, and when it was only a few millimeters above the ground, it paused strangely, and turned backwards, returning to the treetops.

Such a strange scene, as if someone had pressed the reverse button on the projector, is absurd and real.

At this moment, Ling Feng had already preliminarily controlled the trajectory of the fallen leaves around him, as long as his mind moved, these fallen leaves contained Ling Feng's 'will' turned into a sharp and invisible weapon, flying to any designated place.

Continuing to perceive, the scope of perception control is getting larger and larger, and within a distance of dozens of zhang, anything is shrouded in Ling Feng's 'intention'.

With a wave of Ling Feng's hand, the ground was covered with yellow sand, the maple leaves were flying, and the wind and sand were rolling and rolling, just like the huge waves of the Hanhai Sea, and wave after wave slapped on the sixth bell and drum.

The floating ripples on the surface of the sixth bell drum were instantly pierced by the yellow sand of the fallen leaves.

Ling Feng took a heavy breath, estimated the time, and found that he had wasted a day by comprehending the mysteries of the six moves in a row.