The answer under the water is heaven to find.

None of the people present really understood the meaning of this sentence, but they did not question or ask questions about it. They are all masters who are about to be promoted to the top of heaven and man, and they feel something more or less, but they refuse to say it.

The difference is that some people feel more directly, some people are relatively vague, and some people simply choose to avoid it, not daring to think in that direction.

It's useless to think about it. Without the help of Shisanlang, they didn't dare to go to heaven at all, so it was better not to want to. Since Thirteen Lang wanted to check it out in person, a few people naturally wouldn't stop him, so they could only send advice and blessings, hoping that he could solve the mystery.

"Be careful. "The blood dance is still that simple, I don't like to say more.

"Although there is a red dust intention, it is best to go and come back quickly. "The court is wide, and the flower fairy has reservations.

"Mr. is a success, and the old man is waiting for good news. Lan Shan's voice was the most open, and he was a little weak in his ears.

"Forget the demon pill. Big Ash couldn't let go of his worries, but the figure of Thirteen Lang had disappeared, so he had no choice but to bow his head.

In the sky, Thirteen Lang swayed upwards and went straight to the yellow sand, the red light outside his body flickered like a burning fireball, and he raised his head to look up.

There are still so many whirlpools of yellow sand, rotating and pushing each other to roll forward; when you are on the surface of the sea, because of the distance, you don't feel much movement; Thirteen Lang is close to the yellow sand, you can feel the thrilling momentum that is still not enough to express, and really feel the heaviness of Mount Tai's pressure.

Layers of sand flow overhead. It is not appropriate to describe it as upside down, Thirteen Lang thought carefully for a long time. In the end, I came to the conclusion that it was a feeling of climbing to a high place in a dream and creating fear, desperately trying to wake up, but not waking up anyway. It's a nightmare.

This is so because the yellow sand flows so fast that it can't carry the wind below, and there is a clear barrier between the sand and the empty space full of remnants, like a legendary interface that splits the two sides and freezes everything.

Movement and stillness are full of each other, impacting each other, trying to blend in but incompatible, giving the impression that weirdness and beauty coexist. Disillusionment alternates with rebirth, thousands of times in an instant, and finally turns into an evil and liliang feeling, as if the whole shijie is in my hands, and the life of all spirits is at my disposal.

For the vast majority of people, this should be a feeling of obsession and obsession, standing under the sky, stepping on thousands of miles of sea, there seems to be a liliang calling himself in the dark. Summoning yourself to embrace that untouchable feeling and finally throw yourself into it.

"Come and control the reincarnation and reach the immortal true body" The yellow sand flow brings such a call, which is not true, or simply does not exist, and Thirteen Lang does not know if others have heard it. He didn't ask, and he didn't dare ask.

Jusan Lang is afraid of this feeling, and the reason is simple. That's fake.

That's not his liliang, so it feels fake. What is false is what is fake. The more it looks like the truth, the more unbelievable it is, and the more it looks like the truth, the more terrible it is. Jusan Lang knew very well how strong the temptation was in that voice. In comparison, the hypnosis of the Spirit Dharma Deity is as ridiculous as that of a child, and the goal is clearly different. However, I don't know Weishenme, Thirteen Lang always feels that there is some kind of similarity between them, and it seems to be the same origin.

"Suppose Miao Miao got her faith from here, if she has lost her nature and is just a puppet driven by some kind of being in the bloodfield;

A chill grew in his heart, and Shisanro couldn't help but excite his karma, as if by doing so, he could feel warm, get some kind of comfort, and not be invaded by the pervasive corrosive power of heaven and earth. Of course, he understands that this is the most extreme situation, and it is more likely that Miao Miao got some kind of insight or chance, and then researched his own set of supernatural powers, and returned to the independent portal, intending to imitate.

The next mountain monarch is magical, Miao Miao, as the second son, is known as the first under the mountain monarch, and is definitely qualified to make Thirteen Lang think so. He believed that he had not been changed by this place, that the people around him had not become the terrifying beings he imagined, and that Miao Miao was so strong and tenacious, of course, could do it.

However, there are no absolutes, and Thirteen Lang can't help but think about that extreme situation, and then imagine another possibility.

"If the Heavenly Change means that the infecting liliang increases, what is its limit? Will it turn all the monks who enter this place into puppets?"

The surrounding chill was even more sufficient, and Shisanlang looked at it for a long time and found nothing, so he could only look to his side, which was also the most important thing he wanted to verify on this trip.

"Red Dust!"

Falling three feet, Thirteen Lang let out a clear drink, the red light outside his body flashed repeatedly, and the shield set off a mighty wind. Remnant thoughts from all directions surged up one after another, plunging into the karmic fire containing the billowing red dust, and died out with sighs, truly becoming nothingness.

Thirteen Lang let this process continue, sitting upright like a boy in front of the Buddha, lowering his eyebrows and staring at the emptiest place in the sea of knowledge. He put his palms together, his index finger forward, made a mudra that no one in this world could understand, and began to chant.

"Nanmo Sanmando. Mother moaning. Wow Rila. Blue. Shake. ”

In his past and present lives, Shisanlang has never believed in Buddha, and even now, he does not believe that there is a pure land in the world, let alone any gods and Buddhas who make great vows to relieve the world's sufferings for free. But this does not prevent Shisanlang from borrowing the techniques of Buddhism to subdue demons and eliminate demons, because he understands that magic is magic, no matter what magic is useful, and it must have its birth, inheritance, and development of its origin.

To take the simplest example, knives and guns were born for hunting, and now they are mostly used to kill people, but killing people is killing, and knives and guns can still be used for hunting, and they can still help people. At the same time, there is another point, the knife and gun can be hunted if it falls into the hands of hunters, but what happens when it falls into the hands of farmers?

Tigers and leopards can also be hunted.

Is it possible that the Dharma is called the Dharma in the hands of monks, and when it falls into the hands of others, it becomes a few simple words?

Thirteen Lang didn't believe it. He doesn't believe in the Buddha, not the Dharma, and he doesn't believe in those who have a strong liliang. And not the powerful liliang that those people have, and the role that those liliang will inevitably bring.

He believes in himself. I believe that those liliang have nothing to do with whether or not they have the Buddha's will, and whether they are devout to the Buddha or not. Therefore, when he guessed that these changes were related to the remnant thoughts. When he couldn't find any other way, and others had no way to think about it, Shisanlang boldly tried to practice Buddhism from his homeland, and to surpass those dead souls!

It doesn't matter if he doesn't believe in Buddhism, others believe in it, those souls who only have residual thoughts believe in it, and the Buddhist magic has boundless power, and Shisanlang believes it. If there really is a Buddha kingdom in the world, if there is really a Buddha of the Buddha of the Immovable Ming King, it must be much more powerful than this immortal who constructs pseudo-reincarnation, and the power of the wish contained in his mantra must be much more powerful than that kind of demagoguery.

This was the starting point of the Thirteen Lang, and from his point of view, the Ransho Sea was no different from the rumored hell, so why couldn't he pretend to be a Jizo and make a grand wish.

As it turned out, he guessed right.

Endless thoughts are rising. The waves poured into Shisanlang's body, quickly covering a hundred meters, five hundred meters, and a thousand meters from below. Thirteen Lang's body is like a tuyere, attracting more and more residual thoughts to indoctrinate and reach three thousand meters. In the process. Thirteen Lang clearly felt that those residual thoughts were not purely dissolved. Instead, it becomes a more unpredictable kind of liliang and instills it into his body. It is filled with meridians and flesh and blood, until it enters the soul of the Yuan Shen and enters the Yuan Infant.

"Is this the letter?" Thirteen Lang quickly felt the feeling of becoming stronger from Yuan Ying, and guessed in his heart.

Where does faith come from? From comfort, from resolution, from zuihou to help. What is transcendence? It is to make people believe, to make all spiritual beings believe.

This is the source of faith!

At the same time, Huang Tian above seemed to be aware of it, and the vaguely imperceptible call became clear, with a bit of hidden anger. What's more, with his keen sense of residual thoughts, Thirteen Lang preliminarily verified his previous thoughts, and the residual thoughts in the sea of residual thoughts seemed to have increased, or increased.

Of course, this may be a misunderstanding, due to the misunderstanding caused by the gathering of the surrounding remnants towards the center, but as long as this possibility exists, Jusanro has a conjecture that makes it difficult to sleep, and he can't help but work hard for it.

Try to stop each other!

"The submarine demon beast rises to the surface of the sea, the only result is to bring a lot of killing, and the further result is the rapid increase of residual thoughts; ”

True words and heart-guarding, Thirteen Lang is more and more not afraid of the erosion of Huang Tianzhong's thoughts, his expression is quiet and ruthless, and there is still a little understanding.

"You're strong, powerful enough to make me think of it beyond imagination, but your target isn't me, it's the entire Sea of Troubled Creatures, or even the entire sky of the Blood Domain. Scattered like this, if I don't dare to fight with you, what kind of immortal will I cultivate, what kind of Tao will I become!"

"I can't stop you, but I can delay this process for a while, one day at a time, and one year at a time. ”

"I will exterminate the demon beasts under the sea so that they cannot cause chaos in the chaotic sea, I will go beyond these residual thoughts to relieve the pressure of the residual thoughts, and I will try my best to pass on this speculation so that other monks can do the same. ”

The wind howled, and occasionally the yellow sand was swept by the wind, and then like a wild beast that had swallowed too much, its body exploded into a ball of brilliant flowers. On the top of Thirteen Lang's head, the truth of yellow flowers bloomed, and from a distance, his heart seemed to be shrouded in a solemn atmosphere, as if the will of heaven was calling.

Thirteen Lang's body did not move, his mouth kept chanting, and a trace of joy gradually appeared on his face, and a heartfelt smile appeared. At this time, he clearly felt that as the liliang formed by the dissipation of residual thoughts continued to merge, the karmic fire and red dust consciousness seemed to have received some kind of nourishment, more like a faintly forming source, and then the scope of attracting residual thoughts extended to farther places, building a cycle.

It's slow, it's subtle, but it's not interrupted, it's endless.

If this kind of change were to be placed on other monks, most of them would avoid it and quickly interrupt the process. No, he felt happy, relieved, and couldn't wait to share it with others, so he raised his head.

Looking at the yellow sky, Thirteen Lang grinned and showed two rows of white teeth, smiled lightly, and smiled clearly.

"Hey, I'm one step closer to you. ”

(To be continued......)