Fang Xing stepped into the Lingtai state of mind several times before, but for some reason, he just went in a daze, and then came back in a daze.

Only this time, before he went to the Lingtai state of mind, there was still a hint of foreshadowing.

Before, Fang Xing was always distressed that there were too many mysteries in Lingtai's state of mind, but he couldn't get up, so that he had a thousand threads in his heart that it was difficult to get rid of. Now, he finally found a more feasible way, and his heart should be full of joy.

Therefore, when Fang Xing once again stepped into the state of mind of the spiritual platform, he also valued the mysterious object wrapped in red silk again.

This time, he appeared in the misty clouds above the green underworld, and he was still wearing the green shirt, but the seven-colored treasure light on his waist was gone. Fang Xing was not surprised by this, he already had a trace of understanding before he came. This time it may be possible to completely unravel the mystery of the seven-colored treasure light.

While flying in the sea of clouds, Fang Xing took advantage of the hint of enlightenment before coming here, and said to himself: "This time, I must dig out the details of the seven-colored treasure light!" ”

Although Fang Xing secretly set such a goal, his mood was not impatient. Fang Xing came to Lingtai this time, and his heart was more of a mood to go home. Like the vaguely remembered Chinese New Year's Eve night in the distant past, he traveled thousands of miles home to enjoy the wonderful food his parents cooked for him.

When the strange aura emanating from the mysterious object gradually disappeared, Fang Xing didn't have the slightest anxiety, he just kept flying with the feeling in his heart.

The mood of the Lingtai seems to be boundless, there is no sun and moon, but there is wind and rain, as well as blue sky and white clouds and earth and lakes. But it has been shrouded in a bright light, and there is no sense of darkness.

The wind is blowing, and Fang Xing is soaring. With the white clouds as his companion, he could actually feel a burst of inexplicable happiness, and this feeling of complete relaxation really made Fang Xing miss it.

After swimming in the sea of clouds for a while, Fang Xing slowly flew towards the earth, and gradually he could see the clear spring of the jade pond and the mountains and forests. He fell to the ground and walked on a solid ground with a clear stream and a forest beside him.

In this lush glow, Fang Xing heard the sound of the wind blowing on the treetops, heard the murmuring of flowing water, and then suddenly heard a low and somewhat pleasant voice behind him: "Fellow Daoist, please stay." ”

Fang Xing turned his head to look and saw a person standing in the clear spring, with elegant white clothes, a high hat, and a flying white beard, looking at him with a smile. As soon as he first saw him, Fang Xing felt that this person was very familiar, and after a closer look, he found that this person was not only like the old man with a bright beard and temples that the Vulture Ancestor had turned into that day, but also like the white-haired old man with a staff and a hanging pot who taught him the "Innate Tiger Fu True Scripture" in his dream.

Sure enough, Fang Xing then heard the white-clothed old man speak: "Daoist friend is polite, I am the Eagle Ancestor, I am a well-known good person in the world, today I am fortunate to meet Daoyou, my heart is happy, I have come to achieve a good thing with Daoyou." ”

Fang Xing tilted his head and listened to this person's nonsense, this was the fourth time he had stepped into the Lingtai state of mind, and he had more or less some understanding of the changes in this wonderful realm.

"I look at the Taoist friendship phase, there is a spiritual light from the heavenly spirit cover directly sprayed out, a body of horizontal muscles and bones, rare to see in a hundred years. Daoyou can be called a strange hairy heterogeneous, a golden bone and jade name! ”

Fang Xing couldn't help but smile when he heard this, the words 'strange hair heterogeneity' and 'golden bone and jade name' were still known when he also read "Thunder Jue", I didn't think that at this time, the person in front of him had already learned and used it.

At this point, Fang Xing had fully understood that the person in front of him was a phantom illusion of his Lingtai state of mind, and the images and lines he used were Fang Xing's own memories, which was why he was so familiar with this person.

"Fellow Daoist, I have a book of "The Seventy-two Styles of the Imperial Maiden", which is a priceless treasure. Today, I see that I have a fate with you, so I will teach it to you for free. ”

"Quack!"

Fang Xing said a word, then shrugged his shoulders, and before this person could say anything more, he thought to himself, and an invisible sword aura suddenly flashed in the void, splitting the white-haired old man's head in half. There was no blood, only wisps of colorful clouds slowly dissipated from the wound.

From a distance of several zhang, Fang Xing reached out and grabbed the void, and pinched the remnant corpse into a cloud of colorful clouds and captured it. He couldn't help but chuckle as he swept the gas that had gathered into a five-colored ball in his hand. This is indeed the character of the remnant spirit of the Vulture Ancestor who was virtualized by his Lingtai state of mind, with some remnants of the Vulture Ancestor's memories on his body, and at the same time he was infected by Fang Xing's memory, and after coming and going, it evolved into such a thing.

Fang Xing stretched out his hand and threw it, and the remnant spirit was thrown dozens of miles away by him, turning into the appearance of the old man with white hair and white beard and a red face. Just now, Fang Xing felt too many evil and obscene thoughts in the remnant spirit of the Vulture Ancestor, and he didn't know how to deal with these thoughts for a while, only out of sight and out of mind.

Lingtai's state of mind is boundless, only based on Fang Xing's mood change. Fang Xing is here, if he is intentional, he can throw people for dozens of miles, or even hundreds. Thousands of miles away, as long as Fang Xing's spiritual sense can support such a consumption. Fang Xing himself could feel that if his spiritual sense could further transform into a divine thought, then its role in the Lingtai state of mind would be even further, truly reaching the realm where one thought became a mountain and a river, and one thought of the sun and the moon collapsed.

After thinking about this, Fang Xing already had a clear grasp of his trip to the Lingtai state of mind this time.

- This will be a journey that will test his will, and perhaps it can also be called a road to challenge his demons. If he wins, he'll find the mysteries that lie within the seven-colored light, and even some he's never thought of......

So Fang Xing followed the flash of inspiration in his heart and headed east.

A majestic loess altar appeared in front of him again, Fang Xing blinked, and the next moment, he teleported to the top of the altar. Around the altar, it seems that there is another cruel scene of the living sacrifice of slaves in the grassland that day.

The fair-skinned body was shattered, the sturdy flesh was broken, and there were fragmented pieces of flesh everywhere, and the wreckage was everywhere, and blood was flowing everywhere. Screams and begging were everywhere.

The annoying voice of the beggar floated again, "Vulture my ancestor, save me!" ”

However, this time, Fang Xing turned a deaf ear to the overwhelming cries for help. He said to the place where the crying sounded: "I am me, I am Fang Xing." ”

This is a hint of enlightenment he got when he bowed to his mother, and when he said it at this moment, Siye was suddenly silent, and then those crying voices became "Fang Xing Wu Zu, save me!" ”

His expression remained unchanged, and Fang Xingyou said to the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood: "Only I am the master, only I am my master." ”

This is what he realized the day before yesterday when he held the wrong Golden Tiger Talisman in the Lingtai state of mind. As soon as these words came out, the heavens and the earth were silent.

Fang Xing then said: "Heaven helps the people who help themselves, you are all scattered." ”

This is the feeling he realized that day when he was imprisoned in the netherworld by the innate Xuan Shen Divine Light. At this moment, he spoke out and convinced himself. Whether it was the towering loess altar, or those corpses and blood, at that moment, they turned into a stream of fishy blood in an instant.

Fang Xing still grabbed them, hugged them together, and threw them into a distant place. These were the remnants of his anger after absorbing the spirit and blood of the Prairie Blood Sacrifice, which was full of resentment, fear, and the humblest hope. Fang Xing still can't completely solve this kind of negative emotions at the moment, so he can only control it and send it away from afar, out of sight and out of mind!

After walking dozens of steps, the scenery in front of me gradually became beautiful. In the blink of an eye, a small village engulfed by tongues of fire appeared in front of Fang Xing again.

In the dance of the god of fire, a young figure stood quietly. She held the clay puppet in her hand, but her snow-white little face was filled with deep disappointment.

At that moment, a wave of anger suddenly appeared in Fang Xing's heart, and then it was also in that same moment that he reined in the anger in his heart, and there was only one side left in his heart.

The little girl stared at him timidly, as if asking silently, "Why didn't you come to save me?" ”

Fang Xing looked at the little girl, looking at her innocent face, he couldn't say anything else. At this moment, he could only say to himself in his heart: "I have avenged you, rest in peace." ”

Then, the illusory scene in front of him disappeared completely, and a seven-colored sword in his vision was inserted in the mountain rock not far away.

In front of the three levels that tortured his heart, Fang Xing used his feelings and understandings to convince himself one by one, his state of mind was clear and transparent in the moment when everything was over, and what was left in front of Fang Xing was a smooth road.

Fang Xing approached step by step, and when he came to a place less than a foot away from the sword that the seven-colored treasure light had transformed. Things seemed to be out of his expectations. The seven-colored sword suddenly turned into a figure—another Fang Xing, with the same face and the same outfit at the touch.

"My master, you're finally here." That 'Fang Xing' said slowly, his voice ruthless and desireless.

Fang Xing looked at the other one who was talking in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a trace of absurdity, but his curiosity made him quickly forget this, and he asked, "Are you?" ”

It seemed to sense Fang Xing, and there was a trace of weirdness in his heart, that 'Fang Xing' turned into a sword again and stood on the ground. His voice roared in Fang Xing's heart.

"I am an oath of yours, an oath you made at the beginning of your dark imprisonment."

Fang Xing seemed to grasp a throbbing in his heart at that moment—it was a memory that had been dormant for more than a hundred years, shaking his heart, and he hurriedly asked, "What oath?" ”

The voice of the seven-colored treasure light continued to resound: "One hundred and ten years ago, you stepped through the void and traveled here, and the seven-colored treasure light descended from heaven and earth to imprison you in endless darkness, wanting to erase the will of your previous life. From that moment on, I was conceived in your heart. ”

"In the first ten years of captivity, you were ambitious and wanted to get out of prison, and I drew strength from your ambition and broke out of my shell."

"In the second decade of captivity, you were depressed, weeping, and overwhelmed, and I drew strength from your discouragement and took root."

"In the third decade of captivity, you cried and cried and begged for light, and I drew strength from your tears, sprouts."

"In the fourth decade of captivity, you begged the gods and Buddhas everywhere, begged the gods and Buddhas in the sky to save you, and I drew strength and water from your prayers."

"In the fifth decade of captivity, you have been wild, pointing fingers at the heavens and the earth, and I have drawn strength from your wanton and obtained sunshine."

"In the sixth decade of captivity, you pretended to be crazy and stupid, crazy and crazy, and I drew strength and nourishment from your escape."

"In the seventh decade of captivity, if you are dead and all thoughts are gone, I draw strength from your silence and begin to grow."

"In the eighth decade of captivity, you fell into a deep sleep, and I absorbed strength from your sleep and continued to grow."

"In the ninth decade of captivity, you woke up, and I drew strength and thrived in your sobriety."

"In the tenth decade of captivity, you have realized that your heart is at peace, and the prohibition of this dark prison has begun to loosen, and I have become deeply rooted."

"In the eleventh decade of my captivity, I have finally grown into a towering giant tree that can shelter you from the wind and rain. I have awakened you from the confinement of darkness, I have sheltered you with the rest of your free will, I have suppressed the seven-colored treasure light for you, I have opened up the state of mind for you on this day's spiritual platform, I have killed the Vulture Ancestor for you, and you have escaped from the trap because of me, and you have been able to walk in the world again. ”

"After a short period of loss, you have finally been accepted by this world, and now you have found me again."

"Remember, I am the comfort of your horse and the happiness of your flying clouds, please remember my name, I am your first oath and the source of all your strength."

"I have absorbed infinite power from your one hundred and ten years of imprisonment, and I have also absorbed infinite power from the seven-colored precious light that has descended from this heaven and earth."

"One hundred and ten years ago, you called me the Oath of Freedom. And now, I have absorbed the power of the seven-colored light, and you can call me the Oath of Freedom, which is the oath you have truly made. ”

"Please remember my name."

"I can do everything for you to do what you have to do and imprison the way you go."

(The fourth volume of "Nine Heavenly Emperors" is over!) ）