Black and white!

This is the world that the mind sees.

The tables and chairs, the wooden bed, and the low walls of the room, although still clearly outlined, seemed to have been cast into a pitch-black dye. In the oppressive and heavy blackness of the surroundings, in the space of the room, there were wisps of light scattered with a faint light, and the light of the light ribbon was like the cold moonlight shining into the dark room. And in the position in front of Ye Bufan's knees, in a cloud of white light, there was a large area of brighter light.

Without carefully distinguishing the obviously brighter light in the storage bag, Ye Bufan tried to look his consciousness in the direction of the outside of the house, but he would always hit an invisible thick wall composed of pitch black, and then after the efforts to look in all directions failed, the strong dizziness hit violently without warning, and after shaking his body, Ye Bufan fell out of bed headlong, and after a dull sound, the feeling of dizziness disappeared immediately, Ye Bufan didn't have time to rejoice, followed by a sharp pain like a knife and axe chopping in his head.

A painful snort lengthened the sound and was stuck in his throat, and Ye Bufan was completely unconscious.

The sun shines into the house in large areas, sprinkling a warm yellow on the surface of the loess, and the slight wind blows in, with the fragrance of wildflowers. In the quiet noon of the small courtyard, Ye Bufan, who had fainted, curled up and lay quietly on the ground like a baby, his face that usually looked simple kept changing his vivid expression.

The current Ye Bufan has no independent consciousness at all, and it is impossible to prevent the unforgettable and ruthless fire that night in the sea of consciousness that was conjured up again.

The fire that burned everything, the "crackling" sound was not only the firewood scorched by the flames, but also the charred bones of countless men, women, old men and children. A pair of "eyes" looked at the illusionary sky, and in the steaming of those fireworks, there was a thick blood color that could not be dissolved.

Ye Bufan's slightly mutilated, oblate soul consciousness like smoke and glow, under the fire conjured up in the sea of knowledge, like a porcelain plate smashed by a giant hammer, in an instant, completely exploded, the emerald green flames that were once hidden in it were nowhere to be traced, only the dense starry points of light burst out in all directions, those lights illuminated the void of the sea of knowledge, extinguishing the picture of the sea of knowledge, like a wanton pouring milky way.

After the soul consciousness completely disintegrated into hundreds of millions of points of light, it filled every corner of the void of the sea of consciousness.

At this time, Ye Bufan, every muscle and texture on his face was like a stone carving that had existed for 10,000 years but had not changed. It was a silence of silence, as if time and space were frozen in this moment.

In an instant, the silence was broken.

It is one of hundreds of millions of points of light that causes change.

It belongs to one of Ye Bufan's memories for more than 30 years, its explosion is as small as a drop of water in the sea, but it causes countless points of light around it to shatter, and the changes caused are no longer insignificant, just like a water wave raised on the sea.

After these hundreds of points of light exploded, they instantly condensed together, and appeared and formed in Ye Bufan's Sea of Consciousness Void, which was a rusty, but ancient clumsy short sword with a scarlet tip.

Then the points of light in the sea began to explode in thousands, tens of thousands, and tens of thousands, and these explosions were silent but dense, because the time interval between the explosions was short and difficult to count, and when each point of light seemed to explode at the same time, the scene formed was as magnificent as the roar of the sea.

Almost in an instant, hundreds of millions of points of light exploded, forming a round light wave that spread outward.

The light wave was unstoppable and impacted Ye Bufan's small Zhihai, and Sumeru encountered the barrier formed by the deep darkness at the boundary of Zhihai.

No cracking, no sound.

The waves of light destroyed the dark barriers, and with the still bright light, they continued to flow like mercury to the dark end of the darkness where there was no end in sight.

Constantly extinguishing, constantly flowing, the light waves are also constantly consuming energy, when the light waves disappear and the dark aftermath finally dissipates the light, I don't know how much the sea of consciousness void has expanded, faded gray color, full of soft light like the morning light.

After it was completely shattered, it exploded the soul consciousness of the light wave again, and at this time, it strangely condensed into a ball of light, quietly suspended above the void.

In the hut of the carbon shop, on the yellow earth in front of Ye Bufan, a mouthful of blood splattered into a fan shape was mixed with purple-black blood as dense as a spider's web.

squirted out this mouthful of accumulated depression, Ye Bufan's face was full of serenity, like a baby sleeping peacefully in the cradle, a smile slowly climbed up his cheeks.

After a little scarlet sword tip pierced the endless darkness in his dream, Ye Bufan now dreamed of the grassy slope behind Shishanbao Village again.

In Ye Bufan's sea of knowledge void, a small ball of light with the light of the morning sun inexplicably flashed a soft light.

A green grass suddenly appeared in the void of Zhihai without roots and no source, this little grass shook slightly, and a small thick soil slope spread out under the root in the blink of an eye, and one green grass after another followed the newly formed soil slope.

Ye Bufan looked at the grassy slope behind the village in his dream, there were no yellow flowers swaying in the wind, and no wife holding her son, sitting quietly on the top of the slope.

A little dissatisfied frowned, and looked back behind him, there was no village that had been familiar for more than thirty years.

Ye Bufan suddenly woke up in his sleep, and a dense layer of fine sweat stirred up on his forehead, this layer of fine sweat was moist and hot, and there were bursts of itching on his stinging forehead. Before he could tell whether it was in a dream or the real world, Ye Bufan had already closed his eyes and vigorously wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead.

When he opened his eyes and saw the mouthful of red, purple and black blood in front of him, Ye Bufan turned over and got up, saw the familiar hut, and saw the lush tree in the yard, and was sure that he had a heart-wrenching dream just now.

Originally, he wanted to find a way to probe the storage bag, but he actually got blood in his mouth now, Ye Bufan smiled bitterly, and sighed a little about his luck.

Ye Bufan wasn't sure if it was any damage left in his body by the heavy injury that night, he moved his hands and feet, took a deep breath, and his body didn't feel uncomfortable, but he was a little refreshed.

There has been a saying in the cultivation realm for a long time that the achievements of Jindan Avenue sometimes rely on atmospheric luck.

With Ye Bufan's current knowledge, he didn't know what a joke he had made with the cultivators of Zhongzhou Star about his wry smile just now.

There are not many cultivation sects in Zhongzhou Xing, but the various exercises are extremely complicated, but there are very few spiritual cultivation techniques in each sect. These spiritual cultivation methods are ever-changing, but they all have a common origin, and this origin is simply one word.

Realize!

Epiphany!

Being able to perceive the aura of heaven and earth has just crossed the threshold of cultivation, and if the soul consciousness is condensed into spiritual consciousness, it means that you can only look at that threshold forever.

If you want to condense your soul consciousness into spiritual consciousness, only a monk who has no one in a thousand miles can have an epiphany that is favored by heavenly fortune.

Those tens of thousands of monks rely on the gradual realization accumulated over time, meditating for a long time every day to quench the spiritual contemplation, and gradually "pure" the spirit to feel the "love" of the Heavenly Dao, until a certain moment, a trace of enlightenment finally leads to the shattering of the void of the sea of consciousness and the condensation of spiritual consciousness.

In this way, it is a few years or more than a few years of gradual enlightenment, but it is safe, and it is difficult for the monk's sea of consciousness to manifest the world he thinks of in the void because of a certain state of mind. In the future, the improvement of the spiritual realm will inevitably lead to mediocrity.

If Ye Bufan can choose, I don't know if he wants this one-in-a-million luck.

Overnight, happiness turned to ashes!

Every night after that, Ye Bufan endured the torment of nightmares.

He never forgot to see his own insignificance, and finally touched his own heavenly way in this quiet afternoon.

The soul consciousness was shattered with the accumulated endless pain, and the spiritual consciousness was condensed with the accumulated endless thoughts.

It's just that Ye Bufan still doesn't know anything about all this happening, and he, the patron of atmospheric luck, is still a speechless idiot in terms of cultivation knowledge.

Although the refreshment made Ye Bufan a little surprised, but the spiritual power and qi mass dyed with a trace of green in the dantian were all left behind, why did he have a splitting headache, why did he vomit blood in his mouth, and why he was unharmed, Ye Bufan didn't think much about it, but just wondered if there was something wrong with the release of his mind.

After all, there is no exercise, and there is no advice from other cultivators, just their own reckless groping. Ye Bufan looked at the storage bag on the bed, and wanted to give up with a little weakness, but after thinking about it, he turned over neatly.

Ye Bufan sat on the bed calmly again, and did not immediately concentrate and meditate, but once again carefully looked at the storage bag, and then glanced at the old tables and chairs in the hut, with gray roofs and white walls.

Are those cold ribbons of light floating in the room the aura between heaven and earth?

The more Ye Bufan thought about it, the more he felt that this was the possibility, and then he looked at the storage bag, and he was even more sure that the ball he saw with his mind was the dazzling light emitted by the spirit stone.

Since the right way to see with your mind, how do you take out the contents of the storage bag?

Ye Bufan stretched out his big hand and subconsciously grabbed the air in front of him, his reactive eyes swept over his five fingers, and his eyes were shining as if he was about to dig up a treasure.