Black blood continued to slide down from Qin Cang's eyes like a pearl with a broken thread, making his handsome face stained with a lot of blood, and an indescribable feeling of intense pain quickly spread from his eyes to his whole body, it was a terrible feeling that was heartbreaking, as if even his soul was distorted. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The mind trembled, the soul trembled, the body seemed to be filled with countless wattles, the curved branches pierced the skin, cut the internal organs, and then transferred this torture-like pain to the most fragile eyes of the human body, even the iron beaten people would let out a wild beast roar at this moment.

But Qin Cang gritted his teeth and endured it, because of the intense pain, the sweat that kept pouring out was mixed with black blood, soaking his hair, covering his face, the bruised green tendons were like undulating hills and ravines, winding and intertwined, Qin Cang's throat kept coming out of a muffled sound, but he never opened his mouth to scream wantonly.

Because it seems to be an effective way to vent, in fact, it does not relieve his pain in the slightest, but stimulates his nerves and makes him more sensitive to this pain.

Only by gritting your teeth and bearing it silently is the safest and most effective way.

What's more, Qin Cang also understood that the old man's intention was not to torture him with this method, but to teach him his lifelong insights through this direct indoctrination, which was not only illusion, but also some other things, including the change in his current pupils. Perhaps this has great drawbacks and will cause a great load on Qin Cang's body, but now, what the old man has left is only a broken spiritual sense, not a complete life body, and he has no time to make other plans to continue his inheritance.

The wait of more than 300 years is indeed a long and painful process, among which, there may be a strong person who can break through the threshold of life and death to comprehend the avenue and achieve the power of the Enlightenment Realm, or there may be a dynasty that has gone into decline after a long period of prosperity.

The principle of prosperity and decline is called the Mandate of Heaven, and the impermanence of the Mandate of Heaven is inaction, he is a man of the ancients, and his soul has long returned to the world, but he does not want his lifelong understanding to decline like this. Mortals give birth to children in order to obtain a continuation of their bloodline, while monks recruit disciples in order to perpetuate their lineage, both of which are continuations and interconnected, but in the final analysis, they are different.

And although the young man in front of him had already joined someone else's sect, the old man was still willing to hand over the inheritance to him, not because he didn't have much time left, nor because Qin Cang had defeated him with his ingenious means. In fact, as long as he was willing, even if he only had his spiritual sense left now, he could create countless illusion worlds with the Spatial Dao, trapping Qin Cang in them for ten or even a hundred years. What made him change was that Qin Cang discovered his secret during the battle, discovered the structure of this illusion world, discovered the evolution of the Space Dao and the use of the Time Dao, and even the space chains could not entangle him.

Although the universe is composed of yin and yang, the most extensive and deeply used are none other than the two avenues of time and space, and it is space that can trap people's hearts, and time can change people's hearts.

Even if they have entered the Dao Realm Dacheng or even above the realm, their understanding of these two avenues is very limited, and when they are trapped in the situation of others, they can still not mess up, and find that the structure of this bureau itself is the essence of time and space, which is even rarer.

A monk who has cultivated to the Xuan Realm can have such means and vision, discover the two avenues of time and space in this illusion world, and even understand some principles, not to mention the ancient and modern times, but it is also rare in the world!

Handed over his life's insights to Qin Cang, the old man has reason to believe that his inheritance will not decline, but will bloom again, Qin Cang's performance has given him enough confidence, this is like the last straw to break the balance, and some of the concerns in the old man's heart are all dispelled. So much so that he directly adopted this method of direct teaching, in order to allow Qin Cang to absorb his lifelong insights to the greatest extent.

As for some of the strange reactions in the process of teaching, it should be another test.

The path of cultivation is like climbing a high mountain, crossing a higher obstacle waiting for you, in the process, there will even be some huge falling rocks rolling down from time to time, smashing you, if you can endure these pains, then you can naturally turn into a butterfly, continue to move forward into the distance, if not, then you can only become an inconspicuous member of the white bones on the path of cultivation.

Since you are determined to "be at the top of the mountain and see all the mountains at a glance", you must be prepared to bear the pain and pain.

Monks have always been ascetics!

This kind of truth, the old man understands, and he believes that Qin Cang can also understand it.

Maybe after a few years, Qingyun Sword Pavilion will no longer remember his name as an illusion master, but he still remembers the various illusions he created, so it is enough for him.

All he wants is a continuation, a continuation that can recreate brilliance.

Tick!

A drop of black blood fell on the ground below, like the sound of raindrops lapping on stones, the old man's fingertips were still against Qin Cang's eyebrows, but the power he poured into it was getting less and less, and the breath of life in his body was also rapidly weakening, like a star that had been drained of energy, from vigor to sinking, and there was no possibility of recovery.

His body had begun to become transparent, and the spiritual sense in it had begun to dissipate little by little, but a heartfelt smile appeared on his face, and the smile on his face became more obvious as he looked at the increasingly dark and deep eyes of the young man in front of him.

"Nether Pupil is a mysterious and powerful force that may be difficult for you to control now, but I believe that one day, you will unleash all its power. The old man slowly withdrew the two fingers between Qin Cang's eyebrows, and then said.

His voice was hoarse and deep, like a dying man making his last words on his deathbed.

"The power of the Nether Pupil is not limited to illusions, right?" Qin Cang held his eyes in his left hand, and black blood seeped out little by little, through the cracks of his fingers, the palms and backs of his hands were all soaked into a dark black, the flesh and blood in his eyes slowly squirmed, and the patterns as complex as pictograms were slowly formed, and his eyes seemed to be filled with a breathtaking light.

"It's true that it's not limited to illusion, but now you can't touch that level, with your current cultivation, at best, you can only use it to communicate with the Netherworld, which is the illusion world composed of many spatial avenues you saw at the beginning. And you can only use it twice a day at most, and if you do more, you will suffer backlash, and both your body and soul will be swallowed up by endless darkness. The old man said.

"It doesn't seem like you're born with a gift. Qin Cang looked at the old man and said suddenly.

"Definitely. The old man smiled and said, "The Netherworld Pupil is not owned by me, but cultivated by chance, and there are some secrets, maybe I haven't understood it, and it's up to you to discover it yourself." ”

With that, the old man's body immediately flashed with a burst of azure illusory luster, and under the illusory luster, his legs became completely transparent, and it looked as if he had been erased by someone with the power of the laws that were higher than the two avenues of time and space, and dissipated invisibly.

"Senior!" Qin Cang's expression changed, the pattern in his eyes changed, and wisps of dark aura flowed, he almost subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop it, but when his palm was not more than an inch away from the old man's figure, it paused for life. Because the latter is a spiritual consciousness, when the power is exhausted, it will dissipate, this is an irreversible phenomenon, just like a mortal cannot be resurrected after death, even if he reaches out at this moment, what he touches can only be a piece of nothingness, without the slightest meaning.

He naturally understood this truth, but the moment he woke up, his heart ached inexplicably!

This feeling should not have happened, because he has a gap of more than three hundred years with the person in front of him, and he has known each other for less than a day, neither relatives, nor friends, nor master and apprentice, there is no blood relationship, and there is no emotional entanglement, aside from this inheritance, there is no intersection between the two of them.

But it is precisely because of this inheritance that the relationship between the two has undergone subtle changes. He is not his mentor, but he has given him all the understanding of his life, which in addition to the mysterious understanding, powerful power, there is also a heavy responsibility.

If you have the name of inheritance, you should not decline, and if you accept this inheritance, you have the responsibility to carry it forward, which is the criterion that Qin Cang believes in.

So, looking at the old man's figure that would soon completely dissipate, Qin Cang bowed to the void: "What the predecessors have realized all their lives, Cang will live up to it!"

When the old man saw this scene, he smiled meaningfully and slowly closed his eyes, but just as his figure was about to completely dissipate, Qin Cang's voice came again: "The name of the predecessor has not yet been informed." ”

"Name?" The old man thought for a moment, and smiled a little self-deprecatingly, more than three hundred years had passed, and he had almost forgotten his own name, but fortunately, he was reminded by Qin Cang like this, and he remembered it again.

"Old, Qiu Xuanyi. ”

The deep voice fell, and the old man's figure dissipated.

Qin Cang stood in place, his deep eyes floating with a ghostly aura, making it impossible to see through what he was thinking.

"Xuan Yi Xuan Yi is easy to find, but it is not easy to understand!" Qin Cang shook his head, sighed unconsciously, looked at the bronze ancient lamps on both sides, and then paced towards the stone gate in front of him.

"The green pine nuts on the second floor of the Treasure Pavilion are also time to visit. ”

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