What is there in his body that needs his master to use such a strong formation to suppress?

Little demi-immortals seldom think about their own questions, such as is they real, which part of themselves is the most real?

For example, what is your place in time and space?

Of course, it is impossible for him to be fake, because the little half-fairy feels that he is so real, he will be hurt when he is injured, he will be tired after exercising, he will be uncomfortable when he is hungry, he will cry, he will laugh, he will be happy, and he will be angry.

Anything that destroys, cancels, or reduces these requirements overturns the absurdity and renders the position that one can thus establish lose its value.

However, looking at the various scriptures that existed, the little half-immortal saw that they all called on the world to flee without exception.

In a world that is closed to man and limited, these texts, through unique reasoning, proceed from the ruins of theory, worship those things that squeeze them as gods, and find a reason of hope in the world they abandon.

This coercive hope is the essence of everything.

However, the little demi-immortal believes that the immortal or demon takes possession of the body of every mortal at birth, and part of it is integrated into the body of the person being harnessed - for the demon, it falls on his head, and for the immortal, it merges with his flesh and blood.

The same god or demon will enter the body of a newborn baby when his sojourning body dies, and the little demi-immortal assumes this as the reason for watching the ship and then knowing the helmsman.

The little half-immortal vaguely confirmed the same fact, but named it in his own way.

In fact, fate does not care about the interests of the little half-immortal, it only supplies the raw materials and seeds for the interests of the little half-immortal, and allows the soul that is stronger than it to change and use it at any time, because the soul is the only master of the little half-immortal's own luck and misfortune.

Little Demixian felt that no one could fully understand everything in this world.

To what extent is the essence that the little half-immortal is touching now real?

The person who Xiao Banxian thought he knew these things well, did he really know the key things?

Now, the little half-immortal is in that "unimaginable" world.

Thinking about it like this, Xiao Banxian felt a little funny.

Is the competition happy or unfortunate for the self in this place? Even the little half-immortal himself can't figure it out.

However, this does not seem to need to be seen as a major issue with a bluff.

For the little demi-immortal – and probably for others as well – this is the first time he has experienced age.

The emotions I experienced here are also the first to be experienced.

If you have experienced it before, even if it is only once, you will be able to perceive all kinds of things more or less.

And the first experience, it's not so simple.

The little half-immortal can only leave the subtle judgment for the day after tomorrow, first take in all the things in front of him, and let them survive with it, just like the attitude towards the sky, clouds, and rivers.

There is also something funny and ridiculous in these things, and according to the changes in the mood of the little half-immortal, they may not be worthless.

From the moment he was born, Xiao Banxian brought his own family and class.

However, only death makes everything equal.

In front of the gate of death, regardless of the background of the little half-immortal or the grievances of the little half-immortal, they can only sit on the chair on an equal footing and wait quietly.

Everything comes back to a simple and extreme question, life or death.

What can life have, and what do you lose when you die?

Maybe only in front of the gate of death, when he finds that death is so close and death is so equal, will he think calmly, what is the most important, is it really so important that the little half-immortal is thinking about it now?

The earliest feeling of human beings since birth is their own existence, and the first concern is self-preservation.

The production of the earth provides people with what they need, and man's instincts tell him how to use these things, and hunger and his primitive desires make people experience different experiences of existence at different times.

Cruel and irritable, these are all primitive feelings.

Any wicked person has their emotions.

Those who follow me listen to my ravages, and those who are different from me need not use the word against me, so that they will be destroyed.

Such primitives are the most selfish, and the narrowness of their vision is particularly astonishing.

What a fraction of the experience that is given to each person is an endless, unpredictable amount of time!

But it will also be swallowed up by eternal time.

Also, what a small part of the whole entity is given to everyone!

What a tiny part of the universal soul!

Everyone is prostrate on it, what a small piece of soil the whole earth!

When Xiao Banxian thought of all this, he could determine it.

There is nothing important other than to do what the little demi-immortal nature guides you to do, and to endure what the common nature brings.

Little Half-Immortal has been doing what he has to do almost all his life, not what he really wants to do.

The best life is nothing more than what you want and what you need.

However, most people can only choose one of the outcomes, and this is where wisdom is really used.

What a naïve and ignorant idea it is to plunge oneself into the abyss from which one cannot extricate oneself.

On the contrary, the bitterness and happiness of the little half-immortal should also be determined by oneself, if the bitterness and happiness dominated by others, it is a mirror that ignores the heart, like a spinning top, turned by the rope of others, and turns to the end of strength, how to have a wise contemplation of life?

But only what the little demi-immortal desires to do in the depths of his heart is truly beneficial to the growth of his soul, that is the call of God to the little demi-immortal, and most of the little demi-immortals have to do things may only be useful to others, and in the end, it may not be useful to all people.

The little half-immortal knew that the rainbow in every bead of sweat on his arm was essentially no different from the magnificent rainbow in the sky, which made the little half-immortal know that it was understandable to see all the Dharma realms in every speck of dust.

Although the relationship between the dust and the Dharma Realm is deeper and more subtle than that of sweat beads and rainbows, the rational body is the same.

For example, in the world, thousands of rivers and rivers are famous, and they all belong to the sea, and they are all one.

So what's the difference?

If you are the Son of Heaven, those who do not know the Dharma Realm will call out the difference, and those who know the Dharma Realm will see no difference.

Although the little half-immortal is the most insignificant one among the tens of millions of stars, the little half-immortal does not dare to hope for the status of the first-class star.

The little half-immortal has reached a certain age, and time will take away its share, and he can't complain about anyone.

This is the rule of the game, just as the river flows towards the sea, and you can only accept this image of yourself as part of the natural scene.

This may not be pleasant, and what the little demi-immortal discovers from it may not be something to be ecstatic about.

But isn't that something that can be helped?

So far in life, the little half-immortal has generally enjoyed the fun.

As long as the little half-immortal can obtain the status of the ancestor, so the little half-immortal understands that in this kind of world, the little half-immortal should be from the status of the smallest and weakest star to be a light cloud, coming and going without a heart, and when there is no trace, it is time for me to be saved.

The little demi-immortal himself loves money, but it is neither good nor harmful to the little demi-immortal: it only provides the little demi-immortal with material and seeds, and the little demi-immortal's mind is stronger than it, and is the only cause and master of happiness or unhappiness, and can manipulate and use wealth as he pleases.

The little half-immortal thought of the Futu Sword, which was forged from the fine iron of the earth and fire.

Advantages: Sharp, tenacious and has the effect of warding off evil spirits.

Weaknesses: Not strong spiritually, too light.

Ranked tenth among the ten major artifacts, this sword is made of fine iron from the fire and earth.

Like the Hansha Sword, it is famous because of its owner, no different power, only a sharp edge and tenacity, and no one knows who forged it.

Its first master was a young master of the wilderness.

But his name once spread all over the world, and the Futu Sword was invincible all over the world, and later he handed over his sword to Guang Chengzi, and he has never appeared in Xuanmen since.

Many people thought he was dead, but some people knew that he had a good way to the sky, and he just withdrew from the Xianmen dispute.

Later, some people said that he had a very close relationship with Guang Chengzi, so many masters in the Xianmen went to Guang Chengzi because they wanted to get this sword, and some people said that Guang Chengzi was that person.

It is also said that Guang Chengzi is his senior brother...... In short, there are various theories, but legends are legends after all, and no one can confirm them.

That person's Futu Sword was brought back to the Demi-Immortal Family by the Demi-Immortal Wentian from Guangchengzi, and then it was regarded as the Sword of Inheritance, which was Guangchengzi's request.

Later, the half-immortal Wentian realized a set of exercises with this sword and dominated the Xuanmen.

The people of the Sword Sect even called the Futu Sword and the Xuanyuan Sword the two great swords, and called them the two great treasures.

The original gods had a total of nine artifacts, and in order to make up the whole number, the Futu Sword was also included in it, and it was called the ten major artifacts of the gods.

Mo Liunian saw that Xiao Banxian suddenly stopped talking, so he didn't ask any more.

I don't know how long I walked in the dark, but suddenly the curtain opened, and Banxian Yao poked his head out: "Stop." ”

Inexplicably hurriedly grabbed the reins, and the little half-immortal immediately stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"

Banxian Yao hurriedly said: "The Innocent Poison has attacked again. ”

The little half-immortal entered the carriage, the half-immortal was still unconscious, but there was no major problem, under the illumination of the wind lamp, Wuyan's face was blue and white, his breathing was very heavy, although his eyes were closed, but it looked painful.

Banxian Yao untied the clothes in front of Wuji's body, cast the golden needle again, and pierced his face with five needles, and Wuji's breathing slowly stabilized.

Banxian Yao was also frustrated, and said, "I'm sorry, I've done my best." ”

Xiao Banxian originally thought that Banxian Yao would be able to unravel the poison in the Innocent Theory, but now it seems that the toxicity has only been suppressed, but it has not been alleviated by half a point, and asked, "What kind of poison is in him?"

Half Immortal Yao said: "It should be the poison of the Heart-Destroying Flower." ”

Xiao Banxian's face was ugly, and he asked in a deep voice, "How long can you keep it?"

Banxian Yao bit her lip and said, "Two days at most." ”

Heart-destroying flower, is a hundred years ago black-hearted old man refined poison, from more than 30 kinds of poisonous things refined with secret arts, the weight of each poison is different, this poison is not to mention the fierceness, the three souls and seven spirits of people are extremely harmful, the time drags on, even if the poison is detoxified but the three souls and seven spirits are damaged, the poisoned person will become the walking dead.

Now that there is nothing around them, it is even more difficult to detoxify, the poison of the Heart-Destroying Flower is too domineering, although the golden needle can temporarily keep the soul from being eroded, but the toxin still spreads on the body.

This stone statue of the Heavenly Maiden, originally just an ordinary stone, happened to look like a person, and it was inexplicably worshiped for hundreds of years, and then it had mana. But it is not greedy enough, and its thoughts are biased, and it actually wants to speed up the improvement of mana by sucking souls. The soul absorbed in the form of wish exchange is equivalent to the soul of the wisher's voluntary dedication, the two sides trade fairly, it seems reasonable, and it is benevolent, so the wind evil disk pointer does not move, the Yin flag cannot be summoned, and the sword and seal are all invalid, just because the things in the Great Fan Mountain are not demons and monsters at all, they are gods, and they are a wild road god who has been raised by hundreds of years of incense and offerings. Dealing with it with something that deals with demons and monsters is the same as putting fire to fire!

There are too many unpredictable things, even if life and death tomorrow are impermanent, so what are the worries and thoughts~? Thinking too much is confusing, isn't the reason why young people are happy and happy is because they don't think too much, and they don't care about it? There is a saying in the fairy sword: "Life is happy, death is no regrets".

When our loved ones die, their souls are imprisoned in the shells of some species, such as a wild beast, a plant or a tree, or an inanimate being, and we think they are dead, until one day we happen to pass by a tree that holds their souls. Then the soul trembles and calls to us, and if we hear their call, the forbidden spell will be broken. Their souls were set free, they conquered death, and they came back to live with us.

I often talk to young people about something, no matter how esoteric or obvious, and when they have a question, their first reaction is almost always "Oh, this is it...... Google has it, check it out on Google later...... Yes, there will be. "It's as if Google is their brain, and it's also their cloud, storing all the knowledge and information in the sky, and the brain is relaxed, and they can do whatever they want. Rusi culture has no name, so it has to be weakly called "dependence culture".

This love is like a dark cloud and a moon, it needs to be searched for in a thousand ways, worshiped in all ways, and sometimes it is necessary to investigate its life to get a glimpse of the sincere heart in the fog, and the hatred is like a weed, a random spark can be ignited, burned inexhaustibly, especially in this cruel and troubled world, it is even more tormenting to death.

Hilbert was quite touched: "Who would have thought that the little girl you silently watched playing a game of catching people would become a good friend that you could visit at any time?" She talked about this change, of course, from the outside I had to admit, but I did not grasp it inwardly, because it was composed of two states, and I could not think of each of them at the same time and let each of them maintain its own characteristics.

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