As if seeing a peach that can save immortality after eating, every brain cell of Chu Fan is extremely hungry and thirsty, and he exhems instinctively cheers and is anxiously excited.

Someone has seen a similar account in the Taoist collection, and I understand.

The sword emitted by this small sword was neither sword qi nor murderous aura, but spiritual attack power. In scientific terms, it is the power of the mind, and in the words of the Dozo, it is the power of the divine consciousness, also known as the power of the mind.

Martial arts volleys rely on majestic aura.

Sword cultivation controls the flying sword, but it does not rely on true qi, but telekinesis, which is much more advanced.

If you don't forget, there will be an echo.

That's changing the world with your mind, exerting an influence.

After the nameless sword cultivator slaughtered thousands of soldiers, the lamp ran out, and he rose up the remnants of his mental power to kill the Meng Dynasty with a flying sword. However, Meng Dai, as the third-most enemy of the Bronze Fetal Realm, was extremely tenacious, and after the small sword was inserted into the Yin Hall, he was dying and exploding, and his spiritual power was poured into the sword to confront the sword cultivation's mental power.

After 17 or 8 years of entanglement and fighting, these two spiritual forces of different natures gradually merged into one.

The flying sword seems to have become a miniature electromagnetic wave emitting base station, radiating energy outward. Chu Fan approached and sensed, as if a sensitive mobile phone had captured a weak signal.

Ordinary people will be hurt by this invisible mental power without knowing it, but Chu Fan is different. One is that his own spiritual power is strong enough, and the other is that he can absorb this mental power to improve his cultivation, which is equivalent to finding a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to recharge.

Normally, true qi can barely be absorbed, but mental power cannot be directly absorbed.

The reason is that no two leaves in the world are the same.

Even if the same mother has the same fetus, and the same exercises are practiced after birth, the attributes of the true qi are different. When other people's true qi enters your body, it will be confused and confused, resulting in impurity. It may have a little stimulating effect in the short term, but it will bring great hidden dangers in the future, and it will be difficult to make progress.

Chu Fan's dantian was shattered and could not store true qi, and every time he cultivated, a trace of it escaped into his body. The spirit crystal is pure energy, and the true qi transformed is extremely pure, without attributes. Therefore, he could make Huang Tang and Shi Meng improve with a snap of his fingers without any side effects.

But spiritual power is related to a person's ideological concept, ontological consciousness, and the reason why a person is his foundation. Sensei said that there is no way to absorb it, even if he takes it all, then he is still him?

There are similar cases in medicine.

Large blood transfusions can cause patients to become irritable, change their habits, and reduce their own immunity.

The vast majority of patients who have had their hearts transplanted eventually die of rejection, and a few even have a drastic change in temperament.

Then, absorbing the spiritual power of others is equivalent to forming many small personalities under the ontological personality. In the early stage, because the ontological will is strong, it can be suppressed, and there is no clue. Once you can't suppress it, it's no wonder if you don't get into mental illness.

With Chu Fan's insight, he only knows a way to absorb spiritual power without revolting, and that is faith.

Incense is only a formality, and what the gods and Buddhas absorb is actually the belief in the world. The so-called sincerity is spiritual, and if the heart is not sincere, it is in vain to create a seventh-level floating slaughter. Because the light is in a form, an empty shelf, the gods and Buddhas have not received your pious faith at all.

The last mental power of Meng Dynasty and Nameless Sword Cultivator was imprisoned in the flying sword, and after seventeen or eight years of fighting, they gradually merged, the spiritual characteristics completely disappeared, and the impurities precipitated, as if stewed into a pot of mild ten perfect nourishing soup.

Chu Fan was a human being in two lives, cultivated diligently, and his spiritual strength was already strong. But at present, cultivation is stagnant, and an opportunity to open the "Heavenly Eye" is very much needed.

The Yum Sword is a treasure, and the flying sword is even more extraordinary, and it is nothing to him. The most precious thing is the pure mental power contained in the sword, which is the key to breaking through the realm of divine consciousness cultivation.

The strange shadow on the other side of Yunxi is not an illusion, and it has sent a generous gift that is incomparably rare.

Maybe this gift, the national teacher scoffed.

But for someone who is trying to escape from Yangwu, a furnace of carbon in the ice and snow is better than thousands of flowers in the spring breeze, and a glass of wine in poverty is better than thousands of gold after wealth.

Chu Fan solemnly sat down cross-legged, held the small sword in his hand, closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.

Pain and happiness......

An hour later, twilight fell, and the mountains were vast.

Chu Fan seemed to have a loud rumbling sound in his mind, thunder and lightning, and the heavenly gods, Buddhas, demons, and monsters whispered. Tens of thousands of elephants are distorted and deformed, and layer by layer fades off the surface......

Oh, split the netherworld road with both hands, and occasionally open the eyes of the sky to peek at the red dust!

Someone snapped softly, and suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were shining.

Tianmu opens!

Concentrating, Chu Fan saw that the screen-like rock cracked, and the gap that was not much thicker than a needle and thread actually expanded like a large canyon, and a spider the size of a needle pointed stared vigilantly ahead.

He saw that the rays of the setting sun gilded the outlines of the mountains, and the light shimmered with seven rainbows.

He saw that the sky and the earth were almost transparent, thinner than light veil. That is, Heaven and Earth Vitality!

He lowered his head and stared at the small sword in his hand, and saw that the mirror-like bright sword body had turned gray and dull, the sword body and hilt were carved with fine and complex lines, and the tip of the sword appeared a notch thinner than a hair.

He immediately understood that although the immortal master's flying sword was indestructible, it also followed the laws of this world, and it was tired and damaged after a long time. After killing thousands of people in a row, the flying sword finally showed a flaw. It was this extremely small and extremely fine gap that allowed the spiritual power of the Meng Dynasty to squeeze hard into the magic weapon and fight hard. More than ten years later, it caused the leakage of telekinesis, and let myself feel it again.

Chu Fan put down the small sword, picked up the waist knife, and walked into the completely dark cave.

Without light, there is no visual obstacle for him. Everything is like being exposed to the scorching sun.

The two ordinary skeletons that I saw were different in my eyes at the moment.

The surface of their bones exudes a grayish-white aura. But the turbidity of the Meng Dynasty, the nameless swordsman's is much purer and more solid, and the color is much lighter. Perhaps, this is the difference between martial arts and cultivation in terms of qi refining.

As the saying goes, you have to look forward to Shu and be insatiable. As soon as Chu Fan opened the Heavenly Eye, he thought of the next realm-inward vision. After the inner vision, it will be a fugue.

If you turn on the inner vision, you can see what color the true qi transformed from the spirit crystal is.

He guessed that it should be colorless.

The hardness of limestone is much smaller than that of granite, mixed with sand, and the yum knife is very sharp, Chu Fan only used a stick of incense to dig two pits at the bottom and middle of the cave, and buried the bones, hair, and clothing fragments of the two into the pits.

During this period, he had a whim, wanting to test the strength of the bones and hair strands of the two, but forcibly held back. Absorbing other people's mental power, taking other people's swords, and treating the remains as experimental specimens, that is simply not what people do.

The dead are greater.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Falling flowers and flowing water, after all, there is no trace.

Chu Fan sighed, walked to the entrance of the cave, turned around and put down his sword, solemnly clenched his fists, bowed, and said:

"The two of them, enter the earth for peace, and the grievances in the world will be broken. Whether you go to the Heavenly Realm and Hell, or are reincarnated, I hope you don't fight anymore. Chu has received the grace of your legacy, and he remembers it in his heart. If the other day soars into the sky, you should come here again to choose another auspicious point for the two of you. In the future, if you meet your relatives and juniors, you will definitely take care of one or two...... Farewell!"

The descent is slower than the upstream.

It's inconvenient to look down from above, and it's hard to find a place to stay.

When he went down to more than 30 meters above the ground, Chu Da Shen Stick had a whim.

His body is able to disperse local attack power throughout his body, and his ability to resist attacks seems unfathomable. Well, theoretically, if you fall from a high altitude, you will not be injured.

I made a rough calculation before, and I can disperse the attack power by four hundred times, but in fact, there is a big difference. Muscles are the most sensitive in dispersing force, but they are slow to conduct. Bones can barely disperse the force, but it conducts extremely quickly. From this, it can be estimated that the buttocks are the most stressed, and the head is the worst. This situation is also consistent with the rod punishment of all dynasties, which has always only been spanked, not knocked on the head.

Then jumping off a cliff and hitting the ground on the butt must be no problem, but the posture is ugly. It's only more than 30 meters high, and it seems that there is no problem with landing on the ground first.

To be on the safe side, he continued to descend ten meters and then jumped.

There was a muffled "tom", gravel and dirt splashed, and a crater as big as a straw mat appeared on the ground.

Chu Fan jumped out of the pit and laughed heartily.

He couldn't use the yum knife, and it was easy to get into trouble if he gave it to Shi Meng, so he buried it under the old locust tree in the yard of the abandoned family at the bottom of the cliff.

The wooden box containing the small sword has decayed and is buried with the swordsman. Sharpen a thin bamboo tube and insert the sword into it, and close it tightly. If he couldn't learn the sword control technique and repair this powerful magic weapon, he thought it would be good to use it as a flying knife hidden weapon. Although the sword is small, it is a real sharpening iron like clay, and cutting rocks like cutting tofu.

The autumn night gets dark quickly, the moon is obscured by the clouds, only a few stars twinkle, and the field is pitch black.

Chu Fan's dark night vision is like day, but Da Qingma can't do it. Sniffing stops, walking is extremely slow.

After waiting for a half-incense stick, he walked out of the mountain col, and the bright moon peeked out of the clouds with half of his face, and the sky and the earth were hazy.

The stream is sparkling and flowing quietly. Crickets chirp, and from time to time fish jumped out of the water and made circles.

Chu Fan dismounted and looked at the cliff on the opposite bank.

After a dozen breaths, it was still dark and dark, and nothing had changed.

Everywhere the mountain wind passed, the trees shook and made a loud noise.

After another cup of tea, Chu Fan clenched his fists and said loudly:

"Brother, thank you for your advice...... If your wish is not fulfilled, you can tell someone Chu and you will do your best to do it. ”

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew, the grass and trees lay dormant, and the stream swelled.

A small tree growing in the crevice of the cliff opposite had a strip of white cloth hanging from its branches, like a spiritual flag, which was blown up by the wind and flew over the stream.

Chu Fan grabbed it with his hand, only to see that it was densely covered with handwriting.

The words were not written in ink, nor in any paint, or even blood, but in the shades of rain, dust, and mildew.

Chu Fan finished sweeping quickly, couldn't help but be startled, and turned his head to look at the depths of the mountain pass.

After thinking about it for a while, he looked at it again, folded the white cloth and stuffed it into his arms, bowed to the other side, and said, "I will definitely live up to my brother's trust." ”

The wind stopped, the insects disappeared, and there was silence.

The moon broke out of the clouds completely, and the clear light sprinkled the valley.

On the blue-gray cliff wall, a figure riding a horse, wearing a helmet and a spear gradually faded and disappeared......