Killing, killing souls, and killing gods are the three-layer realm of killing gods, and it is also a process of transforming from humans to demons. If you want to cultivate this exercise, unless there is a mountain of corpses and bones under your feet, it will never be possible! And after Bai Qi created this exercise, he only reached the peak of the first layer, and vaguely touched the second layer of the realm, this is not because he does not have enough understanding, nor is there any flaw in the exercise, but absorbing the grievances of others to achieve himself, although it is a shortcut, but it also leads to his own origin being polluted, if he can't wash it clean, I'm afraid that even if he is successfully resurrected, he will not have the opportunity to break through the innate and reach a higher level.

After Mengjiao returned home, he just glanced at it casually, and made sure that all the bad places had been repaired, so he walked directly to the bedroom, sat cross-legged on the soft bed, and began to look at the nose, nose, mouth, mouth, and heart, and it only took a moment of effort to completely enter the deep level, he can be sure that there is the dean of the innate realm, and no one dares to go to the martial arts academy in the short term, so he began to cultivate generously, if he hadn't just experienced the battle and absorbed Guo Jing's many martial arts theoretical knowledge, he really didn't dare to do this, and he could observe the surroundings with his mind, so that although it was safe and could wake up at any time, the speed of cultivation would inevitably be reduced a lotThis is also the reason why many people have to find a secluded place to retreat when they are practicing.

The mind sank into the sea of knowledge, the first thing that caught my eye was a gray air mass, look carefully, this is a hair-thick gray line composition, they flutter lightly as if floating in the center of the sea of knowledge, tightly attached to the periphery of the spiritual origin of the dream Jiao, rotating all the time, in this process, they continue to separate their tentacles, as if they want to drill into the source, become a more important part of the host, but are blocked by a layer of halo emanating from the black stone, can only helplessly retreat.

"What a powerful grievance, I originally thought that there was an ice heart recipe to suppress it, and before breaking through to the innate realm, I could ignore the sequelae of the god killing technique, but I didn't expect them to be so difficult, and now I have a tendency to merge with my spiritual origin, if they are stronger, the origin is polluted, my heart will inevitably change greatly, maybe it will become an executioner who slaughters all beings, the black stone can block the invasion of resentment, so that I don't consume the origin liliang, this is really a strange treasure!" Meng Jiao muttered, originally because of the rapid improvement of the spirit liliang, the kind of abilities that appeared, and a little complacent, completely calmed down, no matter how strong the foreign liliang is, it is not his own after all,

Both hands kept pinching the fingers, attached to the periphery of the black stone, the layer of misty milky white light, suddenly fluctuated violently, and slowly pulled out a strand of silk thread from it, as if he wanted to throw himself into the black stone, opening the passage of two different spaces, but at the moment of zuihou, because the finger paused, and the success fell short.

"Is there any way to make yourself not consume the spiritual origin, but use these external grievances as the energy that drives the black stone?"

Guo Jing's practice is many and chaotic, among which Hong Qigong, The old naughty boy and the Nine Yin True Scripture are respected, after browsing his memory, Meng Jiao is full of curiosity about the method of ecstasy in the Nine Yin True Scripture, which is a hypnotism that interferes with the other party's judgment through mental fluctuations, and makes it feel fluttering and immortal, and wants to immerse himself in it, for the use of spiritual liliang, it can be said that it is extremely meticulous, and I originally wanted to borrow this mental method to adjust my spirit and completely remove the hidden danger of killing the gods, but when I really wanted to do it, I was stunned to find that I seemed to think too simply, and he didn't know anything about this mental method, so how to crack it？

Killing the gods, these three big characters as red as blood, under the blessing of a cloud of black qi, constantly communicate with the outside world, ready to draw the grievances of the deceased at any time, enter the sea of knowledge, and integrate into the spiritual origin. Mengjiao's mind has not yet approached, he felt a burst of killing qi rushing towards his face, as if there were thousands of soldiers glaring at him, reprimanding himself for not being so lazy, but should bow three times and bow nine times, bow to his own general, this kind of spiritual impact is still very weak at the beginning, as the distance continues to close, it will become stronger and stronger, until the illusion appears in front of him, Mengjiao immediately stopped, he knows that if he moves forward, he is afraid that he will have to face Bai Qi, the killing god, after decades of battlefield, the killing intent that has been sharpened, before breaking through the innate realm, he is not ready, and now such a perception that is not close or far can also have an effect, which is not dangerous and can achieve the goal, and that would be enough. As for the head-on conflict, to be honest, Mengjiao really thought about it before, but after seeing the innate martial artist, the magical means, he immediately dispelled all unrealistic ideas, people, or go step by step, the most down-to-earth!

"Jiao'er, come over here, let grandpa see, have you lost weight!" Just put his mind into the killing technique, in the gray line outside the black stone, there was a violent trembling, Meng Jiao rubbed his eyes, felt as if he had just woken up, looked at the familiar coarse cloth shirt on his body, raised his head, saw a familiar figure standing not far away, he smiled kindly at himself, the eyes were full of love, so that his already hard heart, Mo had to soften a little. Walking forward, he bowed to the old man with a slightly bent back and a thousand furrows on his forehead, and said softly: "The trick of killing gods is really powerful, and it is really amazing to be able to see through the family affection that I care about the most in my heart!"

The expression on the old man's face froze slightly, and he said to Mengjiao with a dry smile: "Jiao'er, what nonsense are you talking about, I am your grandfather Mengfeng, I am your own grandfather!"

"Really?" Mengjiao said lightly, his voice was still so soft, "My grandfather has a hobby, that is, when he is idle, he likes to smoke cigarettes, what about your smoking gun?"

"Oh, you said a smoking gun, isn't this just on my waist!" Hearing Mengjiao's words, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, took out a cigarette gun from his back, and smoked it for a while after lighting it, this looks like an ordinary old man, coupled with the constant sound of birds around him, it really seems to have returned to the village, everything is still so warm.

"Jiao'er, come over and let grandpa see, have you lost weight? The old man said this sentence again, Mengjiao did not have any objection, and walked over directly, which made the old man show a big smile on his face, trembling and stretching out his hand, as if he wanted to touch his grandson's cheek, at this moment, a silver light crossed his neck, a red thread slowly appeared, the old man's head flew high, and the blood column spurted out nearly two meters high!

"I'm sorry, my grandpa never smoked!"

The familiar scenery continued to distort, and after a while, a cloud of gray light appeared in front of him, they squirmed and wrapped a black stone, the outermost gray line, snapped and broke apart, a face covered with blood, wearing armor, screamed miserably, and directly disappeared into nothing, the scene just now, it was from him that he conjured up, if Mengjiao didn't see through, I am afraid that at this time, I am afraid that I would have already been resentful!

"Each gray line is a test of the heart, if you cut them all off, the side effects of the god-killing recipe will be nothing to me in the future!" Meng Jiao muttered, focusing his gaze on the front again, a gray line kept trembling, leading him into the illusion.

"Boss, run, Zhao Yizhi is coming!" Shangguan De shouted, rushing over from the side of the square, looking back from time to time, as if following a demon, Meng Jiao flicked his fingers, a flick of his fingers, and directly turned this little brother into minced meat, and at the moment when the illusion was about to collapse, he shouted loudly, "No matter how you use all means, it's nothing more than that!