The figure on the opposite side seemed to be extremely patient, quietly watching Fang Yan for a long time, and did not ask questions. Fang Yan was silent for a moment, and his face showed a look of struggle from time to time, this question he had never seriously thought about before, and perhaps it was not difficult to answer in the eyes of many people. Isn't the purpose of cultivating the Tao to step into a higher realm and master the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, is there anything else?

But the dialect does not fully agree with this, if the cultivation of immortals is just a chase for power, then it is a big joke to prove the Tao with the heart, and the so-called Heavenly Dao Zhaozhao is even more invisible. In the vast cultivation realm, monks are just a drop in the ocean, and foundation-building monks like themselves are like carp crossing the river, mastering absolute power, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a tempting fruit.

Fang Yan did not deny that with the improvement of his own cultivation, the feeling of skyrocketing strength had also made him addicted to it several times, and at the same time, he was extremely eager to have more power. But Fang Yan has always had an inexplicable attachment in his heart, and he always felt that the heart was the proof, and the heart was the foundation of the Tao, and the strong strength without the support of the heart cultivation was no less than a castle in the air, and falling into the pursuit of absolute strength was tantamount to abandoning the basics.

How big the heart is, how much power can it carry, otherwise the greater the power, the easier it is to collapse, because since the beginning of the Tao, the dialect has never dared to go against the heart, and often entangled in the problem that others look very disdainful. Today, when this figure suddenly asked this question, Fang Yan couldn't help but be puzzled, or it was more appropriate to hesitate, but the look on his face slowly became firm.

"The supreme power, I see, it turns out that you are not all I have, why pretend to be unfathomable, such tricks also want to confuse me, lead me astray, it is really ridiculous, killable!" Fang Yan suddenly shouted.

The figure on the other side is not wrong to say that he is himself, the demon is born from the heart, just like the current self, it is only a part of the self, but there is just an obsession. Fang Yan suddenly understood why the other party wanted to wake him up, and did not let him indulge in endless killing intent, perhaps this is also the power of the inner demon.

"Hmph, you are kind enough to persuade people to enter the Tao, but you are regarded as a bad word, you really deserve to die. The figure on the opposite side suddenly flickered, the shape gradually became solid, and even the face began to become clearer, just like the facial features of the dialect, except for the black and white face, and the expression that was both real and illusory, good and evil.

"Let me help you attain the Dao, completely abandon those pedantic Taoisms, and by the way, let you see how to use your true power. After saying that, several treasures appeared in front of this figure, all of which were commonly used in dialects, but there was no sense of rustiness in his hands, and he casually urged one to attack the dialect.

The first blow was Fang Yan's strongest attack method, the Soul Separation Bead, but this bead was obviously much more powerful under the urging of the human figure, almost on par with the time when he independently attacked the Jindan Demon Cultivator that day, so that Fang Yan subconsciously urged his Soul Leaving Bead to move.

But what made him feel strange was that this originally absurd scene was extremely realistic, no different from ordinary times when he fought with others, and even the power of the Soul Bead was no different from that of ordinary envoys, but it was much worse than the other party. With a "boom", the cold rays emitted by the two beads collided together, and Fang Yan was suddenly at an absolute disadvantage, and his body flew back rapidly, almost being frozen by the biting cold air that swept over.

This is just the beginning, and then the other party attacked one after another, all of which were the usual methods of dialects, but they fell into the hands of this person but were completely different, the attack techniques were extremely exquisite, and the power was also stronger than when dialects were used. In the face of such a strange opponent, Fang Yan had no power to parry at all, and he was beaten left and right, and he was embarrassed.

"Hmph, if you don't have enough strength, how can you stick to your own heart, every step on the immortal path is dangerous, if you are dead and your soul is destroyed, how can you cultivate your mind, pedantic! It's still too late to beg for mercy, let go of your heart, let me enlighten you." The figure taught the dialect as his hands kept moving. The same few treasures were used more mysteriously in his hands, forcing the dialect to retreat again and again, and he almost died several times.

If he continued like this, he was afraid that it wouldn't be long before Fang Yan would be killed by him, but Fang Yan still clenched his teeth and desperately used all kinds of means to resist stubbornly. It's a pity that the opponent is very familiar with his routine, and before he can wait for the dialect to react decently, the follow-up attacks come one after another, and he is about to die at the hands of the opponent.

But at this moment, a gray pagoda suddenly appeared, just hanging between Fang Yan and the figure, Fang Yan was stunned, because this pagoda was very similar to the new one in the soul card, but how could it appear here? Before Fang Yan thought about it, the figure on the opposite side suddenly let out a terrible scream, only to see that the white half of his body seemed to be ignited by something, and a trace of white smoke came out, but he never saw a single flame.

"What the hell is this? Dialects, if you are contaminated with such cause and effect, you will regret it one day. In the blink of an eye, the figure turned into a cloud again, and quickly disappeared into the distance, the cloud still sizzling. But just before he disappeared, he left such a sentence without a trace, and then disappeared.

"No matter what cause and effect he has, it is better than dying under the demons of his heart. I finally got through it, I don't know if I have survived this catastrophe, this demon is really infiltrating. Fang Yan sat down dejectedly, faintly afraid in his heart, but now is not the time to think about these things, the gray tower is the key, just now it was all up to it to save his life.

Who knew that when the dialect raised its head, the pagoda disappeared in the twilight, and the scene in front of him began to slowly shatter, like the thin ice in early spring, gradually shattering into countless pieces. At this moment, Fang Yan had already regained his senses, and he was nervously staring at the strange changes in front of him, and he didn't know if this inner demon was going to change his face and start all over again, and his mood was raised again.

A dazzling white light suddenly shot over, stabbing him almost unable to open his eyes, just when he subconsciously blinked his eyes, the next moment a familiar scene appeared in front of him again. This was not where his Spirit Peak was, it was where he had stood before, and at the same time, he immediately sensed that several concerned glances had been cast around him.

With a crisp sound of "pop", a transparent film of light that had originally covered him shattered and dissipated in mid-air, turning into a rich aura. This is obviously someone used a formation to protect him, so as not to be disturbed when he has a demonic attack, the dialect is calm, and he is about to speak, but he hears a leisurely voice behind him.

"Fang Yan, you are really fateful, and it is difficult to die if you fall into a secret realm, and even the demons in your heart can't help you. I don't know if you are the reincarnation of the Dao Ancestor, or the resurrection of the Demon God, other people have to die several times when they encounter one, but every time you escape from death, this seat doesn't know whether to congratulate you, or to comfort you a few words. ”

This familiar voice came from the ancestor of the Su family, and I don't know when she came here, Fang Yan quickly turned her head to thank her, and saw that she was making a move with both hands, and several array flags flew up from Fang Yan's side and fell into her hands, it turned out that this formation was also given by her.

"Thank you to the ancestor for personally protecting the Dharma for the disciple, the disciple was able to get out of the great disaster this time, thanks to the careful protection of the ancestor, the disciple is here. After speaking, he finished speaking in tongues to the end. The ancestor of the Su family obviously meant something else, but what could he say in the dialect, at this moment, he was still full of doubts in his heart, and he could only vaguely thank him.