You can infuse the true yuan into this body in advance, and if the true yuan is not good when you fight with others in the future, you can let it feed back the mana to you.

However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, it flashed away.

With the depth of his mana, unless he was alone to fight with a hundred monks of the same rank, there was no possibility that the true yuan would not be enough.

If someone's mana is deeper than his own, then his realm must be much higher than his own.

The gap between these cannot be bridged by the number of true elements alone.

In this way, this function of the shell seems to be a bit of a chicken rib.

Mo Hansheng looked at this face that was almost exactly the same as his current self, but only a little vicissitudes, thought about it, and reached out to caress it.

The light flickered, and the body was completely collected in the Qiankun Ring, which also showed in disguise that it was indeed just a lifeless dead thing.

He looked around, and countless cicadas were still chirping.

An extreme chill surged around Mo Hansheng's body, so cold that even these winter-loving cicadas could hardly bear it.

They fled the Valley of the Breeze and scattered in all directions, landing in various parts of Egret Peak.

These chilling cicadas are so noisy, and after a long time, they will inevitably attract the attention of passers-by, so naturally the sooner they are expelled, the better.

As for where they flew in the end, what kind of movement they caused, and whether they would cause trouble to the other monks of Egret Peak, it was not something he could control.

It didn't take long for Li Hongmei to make a table of quite sumptuous dishes.

After the two of them had a beautiful meal, they entered the bedroom together.

The moonlight was pleasant, and it was another sleepless night.

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……

On the second day, Mo Hansheng stood in the courtyard, with several yellow pages and blue books on a bookcase in front of him.

These texts vary in thickness, and the things recorded in them are all related to the mind and the spiritual sense.

Mo Hansheng is now a genuine foundation-building cultivator, and he can already condense his spiritual sense.

The importance of spiritual sense for a monk is self-evident, not only can it cooperate with the true element to control the qi to control the magic weapon, magic weapon and other objects for long-distance attacks, but also can conduct large-scale reconnaissance, anticipating the enemy's opportunity to take the lead when fighting the law, reducing the possibility of being attacked by sneaky people.

In addition, if the spiritual sense is condensed to a certain realm, using the various secret techniques in the immortal cultivation realm, it can also play a lot of magical and practical roles.

However, spiritual consciousness is not formed automatically after a monk ascends to the foundation building, but has to go through a difficult cultivation process.

This process is enlightenment.

Spiritual consciousness is born from the mind, and the expression is located in the entrance of the human body, which is generally the center of the eyebrows.

The so-called enlightenment is to concentrate the thoughts of the mind and condense them into a collection that can be freely controlled.

At the beginning of the birth of spiritual consciousness, the consciousness of the monk changed from dispersion to condensation, and the heavenly spirit bloomed with brilliance, so it was called enlightenment.

Since each person's innate constitution is different, and their spiritual thoughts are very different, the strength of the spiritual consciousness condensed after the consecration is naturally very different.

Even, there are some monks who have successfully advanced to the foundation building due to their innate weakness of their minds, but they have not succeeded in enlightening the light throughout their lives.

Of course, there are also some monks whose divine minds are inherently much stronger than others, so they can be enlightened in advance without building a foundation.

Even in the history of cultivating immortals, there are some extreme examples that occasionally appear.

Some mortals with extremely powerful innate divine thoughts have not passed any method of cultivation, but as they grow older, their divine thoughts have grown to a certain extent, and they have unconsciously succeeded in enlightening and giving birth to spiritual consciousness.

After that, their perception becomes extremely acute, claiming to be able to see ghosts and other dirty things, and they are often mistaken by those around them as delusional lunatic.

Of course, this kind of example is extremely rare, and hundreds of millions of living beings in the world can't produce a few such chosen sons a year.

Most ordinary monks will choose to condense their spiritual consciousness after successfully building the foundation.

Because after the foundation is built, the divine mind will produce a qualitative leap due to the improvement of the realm, which will be more conducive to the condensation of spiritual consciousness.

Mo Hansheng is not the kind of chosen son whose innate divine mind is extremely powerful, and even, compared to ordinary people, his divine mind may be weaker.

Because Ishiyama had analyzed that his mind was congenitally defective.

That's why, no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't read and write.

It wasn't until later, after devouring part of Lu Chengfeng's thoughts, that the embarrassment of being illiterate was slightly relieved.

However, this method can only be regarded as an indicator, but it cannot be used as a cure.

Now he can recognize most of the human characters, but when he encounters those words that even Lu Chengfeng doesn't know, he can only stare dryly.

Due to the congenital defect of his divine mind, Mo Hansheng never thought that he could condense his spiritual sense before building the foundation.

Even, even now that he had successfully built a foundation, he still didn't have much confidence in whether he could condense his spiritual sense.

But there has always been a very important thing waiting to be done in his heart.

It took a lot of psionic help to do this, so he still wanted to give it a try.

Having said that, condensing spiritual consciousness is only four words, but in fact, it is really mysterious.

If there is no one to guide you, it will be extremely difficult to cultivate by yourself holding the classics and cultivating indiscriminately, just like a headless fly running around.

But Mo Hansheng had no other way at the moment but to try his best.

Li Hongmei, who was on the side, looked at the quiet and silent bamboo building behind her, and couldn't help but complain: "Didn't you say that it used to be a master of the Jindan realm?" At this time, why don't you see it come out and point out to you? ”

Mo Hansheng explained: "It just absorbed the rat phase demon power in the demon bracelet some time ago, and it is the critical moment of refining, so it can't be easily exited. ”

Li Hongmei snorted lightly, don't look over, obviously very dissatisfied with Shi Shan's irresponsible attitude.

Seeing this, Mo Hansheng just shook his head and didn't say anything.

Li Hongmei and Shi Shan have been looking at each other for a long time, and it is really difficult to reconcile.

"So, now practice according to the description in this book?" Li Hongmei said hesitantly, with a little worry on her face.

She hadn't built a foundation, so she didn't know much about condensing spiritual sense.

She didn't know what kind of risk Mo Hansheng's next move would be, and whether there would be an inexplicable change like yesterday.

"I can only give it a try. Rest assured, there won't be any problems? Mo Hansheng could feel Li Hongmei's mood, and gave a look to signal that she didn't have to worry.

Li Hongmei nodded and didn't say anything more.

She had already decided that no matter what Mo Hansheng wanted to do, she would silently support him.

Even if the path he chooses is an endless abyss in front of him, he will not stop it, he will only jump down with him.

Mo Hansheng smiled, walked to a clearing in the courtyard and sat down cross-legged, and slowly closed his eyes.

He sat silently, his whole body in a very relaxed state, and his mind began to recall all the details of the spiritual consciousness he had seen in the texts before.

The sky was dark, and the clouds were slowly floating in the sky.

The breeze was blowing, and the trees in the valley were swaying gently.

The sand and dust are slight, and the insects on the ground are scurrying through.

Everything was moving, but Mo Hansheng was alone, as if he was still.