The first lap was completed in an instant.

The transformation of spirits and demons is free, Thirteen Lang has done it for hundreds of years, countless times, and he can't be ripe anymore; black and white contain the two qi of life and death, which can be done as early as when he is trapped for the night lotus in the outer realm; the two are combined, and there is no reason to be unhappy in drawing circles.

Hurry up, draw the circle and don't look like it, there are breaks when it is crooked, and even two eyes are pointed.

It's like a child's face drawn by a child.

Because of the formation of intentions, Thirteen Lang felt that this should be the first step from fiction to reality, and the results came out, which was very difficult.

Not discouraged, Jusanro continued to draw the second one.

This time his movements were a little slower, and in the process he paid attention to the parts where there was a difference, and the three breaths were completed.

After painting, I looked at it again, but it still didn't look like it. Old mistakes have not been corrected completely, and new problems have emerged.

It's okay, come again.

In the third circle, Thirteen Lang meditated and condensed, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and his speed plummeted tenfold, and it took thirty breaths to complete the painting.

It's kind of a look.

The circle has been formed, the black and white are chaotic but the order can be seen, and the gap has disappeared.

"It's going fast, isn't it too easy?"

Satisfied and a little puzzled at the same time, Thirteen Lang subconsciously shook his hand, and his body suddenly twisted.

"Ho!"

After drawing three unsightly circles, his right hand was swollen in a circle, and while throwing off the ice chips, he was sore and painful, and he felt as tired as practicing calligraphy for ten days. Not only that, the mind was scattered and the energy was transferred, and the Xuan Yin Qi in the body suddenly became turbulent, and the extremely cold Qi instantly rose sharply, like falling into an ice cave. The balance that had been maintained with great difficulty was broken, and Jusan Lang became fat at a visible rate and completely buried in the ice mound.

"Brother!"

The screams rang into his ears, and Jingle Bell ran all the way over, spilling the peppers and breaking the bowl.

"Don't worry. I'm fine. ”

Trying his best to make his voice sound calmer, Thirteen Lang was relieved, and at the same time, he turned his inner breath to slowly counterattack, urging his cultivation to the extreme. At this time, he couldn't have known that the moment the Xuan Yin Qi attacked, there was also a drastic change in the Land of Crazy Spirits. The seven-hundred-zhang mad spirit roared, and his body plummeted by three feet.

The three-foot body, containing mana like an ocean, is now all poured into that bottomless pit; this is nothing, the problem is that the speed of delivery is so fast, the mad spirit is worried that the time agreed before will be greatly shortened, can he hold on?

"No wonder everyone says that he can get into trouble, and he provoked Xuan Ming just after he went in, and he was the first in Tai Sui. This son should be the second!"

Not to mention how the mad spirit complains, here Thirteen Lang got backup, although he took a dime out of the nine cows, the effect was still like a long drought. The cultivation is running, the yang fire is violent, the artistic conception of life and death is unfolding at the same time, and several parties work together to finally stabilize the situation.

Check it again internally. Thirteen Lang noticed that the ball of light containing the Xuan Ming Qi was a little smaller, obviously because it was consumed in this battle.

"Be careful not to let it run out. Otherwise, if you catch a new one, you may not have this kind of luck. ”

Although he didn't know what the situation was on the mad spirit's side, he knew that opportunities could never be squandered, and he couldn't treat other people's assistance as a free lunch that could be summoned at once, and since the mad spirit helped this time, Thirteen Lang should seize the opportunity and try to find his own way. Therefore, he could not destroy the Xuan Yin Qi. Or even avoid making it down.

"I've found a way and I'm trying. ”

"Really?" Ding Bell was a little surprised to smash the bowl of chili water.

"Of course it is. Looking at the blood under Dingdong's feet on the ground, Shisanlang secretly wondered if he would scare Dingdong chili water like this next time, it was really not very delicious.

Just thinking about it. Suddenly, I heard Jingle Bell say, "I'll go boil another bowl." ”

"No!" Thirteen shouted.

"Why?"

"It's not good that the potion has accumulated too much. ”

Cold or afraid, Thirteen Lang's tongue trembled, and said with pity: "You take care of yourself first, and you are fat." ”

After a pause, Shisanlang said seriously: "You're okay, I can concentrate." ”

"Got it. ”

There was an inexplicable hint of shame on his face, and he whispered, and for the first time in his life, he seemed less decisive. Looking at his expression, he seemed to want to say something else, but he didn't dare, he dodged his gaze and looked at the ice, and in his sight, Thirteen Lang's face was like a ghost, his posture was distorted, and he was clearly enduring great pain.

"At this time, what are you thinking?"

Blaming himself fiercely in his heart, Ding Dong glanced at Thirteen Lang deeply, and didn't say anything superfluous. She turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for herself, for Chubby, and to eat a big meal.

Clankbell knows that this is the only thing he can and should do: take care of himself so that his brother is not worried or distracted.

She's doing a great job

Living alone for many years, Ding Dong has the ability to take care of himself, and Shisanro quickly adjusts his mood and continues to draw circles.

This time he was slower, more dignified, and of course more cautious. He can't completely enter the self-forgetfulness, and he needs to devote his energy to take care of the ball at all times, and he must also be careful not to lose his arms due to too much burden, and his mind will be exhausted.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth were drawn to the seventeenth circle, and Thirteen Lang stopped, raised his head, and was half silent.

Outside the formation, Ding Dong brought a chair after dinner, half lying down and half sitting outside the formation, paying attention to the progress of Thirteen Lang, and all the while, she didn't ask what was going on with this matter, nor did she ask how Thirteen Lang was going to crack it, and what those strange-looking circles were for.

She just watched, guarded, and told him that he would always be with her, silently.

Tired during the day, after watching for a long time, Ding Dong slowly can't resist the tiredness and sleepiness, and sleeps with his eyes. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shisanlang carefully opened the formation, sent out the colorful clothes draped on his body, and gently covered his body.

After thinking about it, Thirteen Lang forced Xuan Han to retreat temporarily, and then sent a wisp of qi to Ding Dong, with a little yang fire in it.

Usually it can be done with a single thought, but now for this little bit of energy, Shisanlang tried his best and took a great risk. Ding Dong has no cultivation in his body, and once there is a problem with the breath sent by Thirteen Lang, such as being stained with Xuan Han, he will be killed in an instant and frozen into an ice sculpture.

Jingle Bell noticed something in her dream and let out two soft clicks. After that, she twisted her body and hugged the piece of clothes that made her feel at ease and continued to sleep. After a while, Shisanro looked at her face, and the patch on her face, and unconsciously quieted down.

Sitting still does not mean being quiet, but only when the mind is calm can the Dharma be natural. Thirteen Lang looked at Ding Dong and slowly found the feeling of the year.

"It's so difficult to survive back then, what's the matter. ”

After that, he turned his head, bowed his head, stretched out his hands, and the spirits and demons appeared together, both hands were born and destroyed, and they drew circles together.

This move is not improvised, but the realization of Shisanro after drawing a circle、The pursuit of purity is separated。 After that, it can be as good as you want, as one.

Of course, the burden is also heavier

Lap after lap, Thirteen Lang's movements became slower and slower, not only because of his growth, but also because of his exhaustion. Single-minded, murderous everywhere. If you are not careful, you may not recover, and you will have to deduce the Tao. The mental consumption can be imagined. Later, after completing one, he needed to rest for a while and catch his breath a few times before he could start again.

There are more and more circles, and Thirteen Lang's face is getting more and more ugly. The arms and hands gradually grew thicker and even began to tremble, and at the same time, as the circles were successfully drawn, the surrounding breath gradually flourished. The cold silence of annihilation, the elegance of the spirit, the domineering of the demons, the four breaths are filled in the formation, and the ice layer outside Thirteen Lang's body thins unconsciously, occasionally repeating in the middle, and the overall trend remains the same.

That's the result. Thirteen Lang didn't have the heart to care, when he reached the forty-third circle, he raised his head again, looked at the star point and was silent for a moment, his expression gradually firm.

"Almost. ”

After resting for a while, Shisanlang released a wisp of divine sense, soared up to connect with the starry sky, enhanced the sense between each other to the maximum, and started again.

The star point contains the mad spirit Dao thought, and the cultivation of the thirteen lang has the same root and origin as it, so he has to work under the witness of that ray of starlight, seeking to synchronize with it, or resonate.

It's hard.

It's too hard.

A star dots a trace of Taoism, the mad spirit has hundreds of millions of stars, and the thirteen lang only asks one, and it feels like he is competing with the mad spirit. Comparing calligraphy with Taoism, like the peak of the mad spirit, Thirteen Lang is the child who has just learned to hold a pen, although everyone only writes one word, the child needs to copy for a long time, in order to have a little charm.

Because of the difficulty, Thirteen Lang simply did not copy, but walked according to his own understanding, or even intuition. He draws circles, and then compares the circles he drew with the stars, not seeking consistency, only asking about the gaps.

It's another hard effort, and the simple description is that Thirteen Lang painted and painted and painted until the second starlight appeared.

"Huh!"

With two stars, the starlight naturally doubles, which has a huge impact on the circle of Thirteen Lang's paintings.

It's not that it's harder, it's easier than before.

Confused for a moment, it didn't take much effort for Shisanlang to find the reason, not because of the mad spirit's great mercy, but because he drew two circles at the same time.

One spirit and one demon, one life and one extinction, correspond to two stars and two thoughts, so they seem to promote each other.

"It doesn't make sense. ”

Thirteen Lang didn't believe it in the first year, and said to himself in his heart: "Life and death are opposite, spirits and demons are not tolerated, and mad spirits will not be like this." They come from a person who thinks, how can this be?"

Doubts are explained at the beginning, and it is not difficult to think of at all.

"There are two sides, there are two sides to the Tao!"

Everything has both positive and negative sides, and the Tao is no exception, and unlike the real thing, its positive and negative sides are in one person, such as the mad spirit, such as the Thirteen Langs, and then for example, hundreds of millions of other monks. Of course, there is a premise for this, and they need to have their own way.

"There is a way for mad spirits, and there are two sides to the Tao, which are usually not visible, but under such conditions, when the spirits and demons are connected in pairs, there will be a distinction between them. ”

"Perhaps, that's why the stars are passing through the mirror?"

"Does that mean that the same thing inside and outside the mirror can be the same thing?"

Some didn't dare to think like this anymore, Thirteen Lang's expression changed slightly, and he quickly retracted. Vaguely, he realized that this event, this thought, this thought, would be the key to solving many puzzles, and it would bring about earth-shaking changes in the world

(To be continued......)