Yin Nuo, who was sitting cross-legged, had his head half-bowed, his lips were about to touch the hand that pinched the trick, and his frowning brows indicated that he was still a little in pain at this time.

Xiao Cong squatted down and tilted his head like a curious child to look carefully, but unfortunately now he and Yin Nuo are both soul bodies, relying on vision alone, they can't see anything at all, because the vision of the soul body is his feeling to put it bluntly, he just extends his powerful spiritual sense to the demon knife, this is not his soul, so he does not have those special talents that belong to the Xiao family, and now he is no different from ordinary people.

Although he doesn't know what Yin Nuo is doing now, he clearly knows that he must not disturb himself, the existence of the soul body is much more mysterious than the physical body, much more fragile, and much more important, the soul body is the integration of consciousness, and consciousness is the embodiment of the spirit, which is a kind of mysterious and mysterious existence that is difficult to say, for example, if you can't think about it, you will be insane or even go crazy, this is still self-interference, if it is an external disturbance, a little carelessness may lead to the annihilation of its soul, so the current Xiao Cong can only wait.

Stared at Yin Nuo's soul body for a while, and when he was tired, he turned his gaze to the demon sword soldier soul hanging in mid-air, he always felt that some kind of special connection was being established between the demon sword soldier soul and Yin Nuo's soul body at this time, and even said that this special connection had been established, and now they were communicating, this exchange must have benefited Yin Nuo a lot, of course, these were all his blind guesses.

He waited quietly like this, at first he sat cross-legged like Yin Nuo, then he lay directly on his back on the ground, and then he felt uncomfortable even lying on his back, this boring dry taste was really abrasive, so he stood up and wanted to take a turn in this world of consciousness to see what was hidden in this mist, and maybe he could also find out where the souls of the previous owners of those demon knives had gone.

Relying on the soul is still in the body outside, only the spiritual consciousness that comes in, he has no fear, but then again, he is really so willful at this time, even if there is any danger here, the loss is only part of its spiritual consciousness, although this will cause him a certain amount of damage, but the disaster is not the origin, besides, reluctant to let the child not be able to trap the wolf, not into the tiger's den to get the tiger, compared with the secret in the demon knife, this little damage, he feels that it is worth it.

So he shook his spirits and lifted his legs as if he were walking deep in the mist.

The fog is heavy, gathering and scattering, because it is only an extension of spiritual consciousness, so now he can't use purple pupils, and he can't see things hidden in the fog, so he walks in the world of consciousness carelessly, and can't help but think about some messy things while walking, this time he met with the demon knife consciousness world, which gave him an unexpected starting point, so that his thinking began to extend from this starting point, along an unknown route, maybe there is no route at all, just to think about it, what appears in consciousness is what is.

He thought, since it is a soul body, how can it be clothed? Although the old bald donkeys often say that all things have spirits, but he thinks that this spirit is not the other spirit, or that the old bald donkeys' statement is too broad, the spirit of the existence of clothes is not the spirit of the living soul, in short, he also does not understand this problem, he just deduces this question from another angle about the soul also wears clothes, thinking about it, he suddenly realized that in fact, the soul body does not wear any clothes, not even the shape of the body, the so-called seeing, all from the feeling, because of this familiar feeling, so it evokes the memory, all the manifestations of the soul body, are given by memory。

The question of the soul wearing clothes stopped unconsciously when he thought of this, and his thinking automatically jumped to another question - how did the person who refined the demon knife open up such a consciousness space in the demon knife, this question is not as simple as the previous about soul dressing, he thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out after all, at this time, he had been walking in this world of consciousness for a long time, and when he thought about it fruitlessly, he suddenly came back to his senses, only to find that there was still a thick fog like smoke around him, and he didn't seem to see anything along the way.

He's lost!

It's a little funny to think about it, he can get lost even if he exists with the extension of spiritual consciousness, although the second question about the consciousness world in the demon knife has been stuck to the present, but he has never stopped thinking, this thinking did not give him an answer, but gave him some other things, he can't figure this thing clearly, and he can't understand it, but he just felt that he was the first person to really face these metaphysical things just now, before that, he was still a frog at the bottom of the well, and it was precisely because of these unintentional willows that he was not panicked at all when he was lost now, nor was he afraid, so that he could be calm and calm, and even regarded it as a simple experimentOf course, he still doesn't know why about this self-confidence.

He turned around and looked around at the fog, following a special feeling, or a kind of distant guidance, slowly closed his eyes, and in an instant darkness, and then the light reappeared, this is another "scene" - Yin Nuo's soul body is close at hand, and the demon sword soldier's soul is still hanging in the air, but Yin Nuo is no longer wearing clothes, and the demon knife is no longer tangible, in fact, he can't see them, he just knows that they are there, and he has never left.

This is very similar to the vanity of the world that the old bald donkeys talked about, maybe this is the so-called vanity, or in other words, most of the things in consciousness do not exist, they are the derivation of desires, they are the fabrication of their own cranky thoughts, just like him not long ago, the so-called search is just a self-deceptive dream.

The confusion of the world of consciousness began to make him feel a little confused, he began to feel frightened by the confusion of truth and falsehood, and what made him deeply frightened, as well as his life, he began to suspect that this world did not exist at all, he was not as alive as people think, everything was an evolution in his own consciousness world, it was unreal, just like a dream, not only everything in this world of consciousness was fake, but also those outside were fake, Hongxiang was fake, Xingliuyun was fake, Tiandaoxuan was fake, the Xiao family was also fake, existence was fake, truth was false, what was felt was false, what was thought was also false, and the past was false, the future is even more fake!

The pressure is getting bigger and bigger, the world is getting more and more distant, and he is getting weaker and weaker, this feeling is too painful, like drowning, he desperately thinks about what is true, he thinks that finding a real existence can save his life, but the more he investigates, the more painful it becomes, if everything is fake, what an unacceptable thing.

Starting with this, going up to the roots, he suddenly thought, if all this is fake, then what is the beginning of his dream, what is the reason for his experience, he can't figure out what the reason for this beginning is, but he knows that if even this beginning is fake, then from a relative point of view, all this is true.

In this way, he slowly felt better.

When he opened his eyes, he saw layers of thick fog, and he knew that this meant that he hadn't seen through it yet, but now that he was tired and didn't want to stay here anymore, he thought that such a lonely environment was not conducive to his thinking, and he wanted to go out and continue to think about it in that colorful world.

The world of consciousness in the demon knife, there is no so-called exit, the last time he went in, he didn't think about so many things, his mind moved and returned to the body, this time although he walked so far "road", but in reality, he never moved, so he can still go out like last time, so he moved his mind again, leaving the world of consciousness in the demon knife.

Xiao Cong, who had returned to his main body of consciousness, suddenly opened his eyes, and the bright starlight reflected in his deep eyes, adding a bit of mystery to it, and there were indeed some secrets hidden in these beautiful eyes, although they were still unsolved puzzles.

Turning his gaze to the pale blue mountains and forests under the bright moonlight, he felt a lot better in his heart, he breathed a long sigh of relief, blinked his eyes a few times with a sense of palpitation, and then pursed his lips, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and couldn't help but shake off his big mouths again, a strong feeling of emotion came from the bottom of his heart, this pain is really too fucking real.

The corners of his mouth grinned like a brilliant arc for the rest of his life, his eyebrows, eyes and red lips were full of satisfaction, and at this moment he felt more relaxed than ever, as if everything just now was indeed a dream, an incomparably terrible dream that almost swallowed him.

But he still clearly knew that it was not a dream, it was a rare enlightenment, although it was terrifying, it was of far-reaching significance, and it was not because this enlightenment was very terrifying, he chose to escape and retreat, that was not the character of the Xiao family.

So, Yin Nuo's resurrection of his soul was left behind by him so arrogantly, he continued to think about the problem that he had not figured out in the demon knife consciousness world, I don't know if Yin Nuo can successfully resurrect his soul, knowing whether he will be directly angry to death, anyway, Xiao Cong doesn't care now.

The time had passed, but Xiao Cong was still sitting on the ground in front of the sheepskin tent, looking at the moon and thinking about it, one moment, two moments, three moments, four moments...... Taoism, martial arts, metaphysics, Buddhism, miscellaneous...... He thought silently like this, calm on the surface, turbulent inside, this is the most difficult night he has ever spent in his life, and it is also the most painful night, this night gave him countless disappointments, but also has the hope to support him to persevere, because this problem is too important, one of the most difficult things in this world is consciousness, if you figure it out, the Xiao family may be saved!

But since it is one of the most difficult problems, it is not so easy to figure out, this night is not so disappointing, at the end of the day, Xiao Cong, who has been thinking about it for three hours, finally rescued himself from the situation from which he is almost irreversible, although he has not figured out the whole problem, but he has somewhat understood the tip of the iceberg of this unknown field, at least, he finally found something real - The old bald donkeys said that the five aggregates are empty, all the laws are empty, controllable is also a kind of existence, and that emptiness is true, even if all this is false, or put aside the truth or falsehood of all this, life will go on after all, and he will be afraid of the unknown because of the unknown, that is a kind of cowardice, but also a kind of stupidity, why does he care so much about whether all this is true or not? After all, it is because he cares too much about external objects, life is a practice, and for himself, only he is true.

"I said it was true, and he was true!"

The night passed in a hurry, all the cruxes of Xiao Cong's thoughts turned into a small dot at the moment when the dawn appeared, this little dot sank somewhere in the sea of his knowledge, and was silently treasured, he finally knew that there was an invisible force acting on consciousness in this world, and this power unconsciously diffracted infinite illusions, but he was still willing to believe in something that he thought was true and beautiful, even if all this was false, but this thing must be true, this thing is called true feelings.