A cultivator is a sufferer who cultivates the way.

It is said that it is a bitter person, because the person who asks the Tao will die day and night, and his fate will be bumpy, and he is destined to cultivate the Tao, which is a difficult path to take.

The first step in the path of cultivation is suffering.

In this realm, the physical body and divine consciousness cannot yet be separated from the reincarnation of the six realms, and they suffer from samsara, which is called the state of suffering.

After the peak period of the tribulation, there will be a glimpse of the true meaning of the Great Dao, a chance to break away from the six realms, and live forever. Although this slightest opportunity, on the way to ask, it still seemed so slim. However, a cultivator is a person with a firm mind, and if there is a glimmer of hope, he can go on this path.

There is no end to this path for the ascetic.

If there is to be an end, then this end can only be death.

Death - death on the way to ask.

Regrets!

However, ordinary monks in the world believe that cultivating the Tao is for eternal life, and for obtaining the same combat power as the Heavenly Dao. Actually, it is not the case that cultivators, in the process of cultivation, what they cultivate is not their cultivation, but their minds.

This kind of aspiration is a state of mind, and it is a kind of perception between heaven and man.

It is also the artistic conception that the monk called.

Only by cultivating and enlightening the Tao can a cultivator become truly strong, and this kind of strength does not mean how terrifying his cultivation will be, but that his heart, the endurance for the sufferings of the world, and the strong heart is the resonance with the Great Dao.

It is only by cultivating the artistic conception that a cultivator can truly feel the joy of cultivating the Tao, and this kind of fun is by no means comparable to that of the competition method.

Right now, on the lonely peak of Huang Yanzong, four monks of the Transformation Stage, cross-legged on the lonely peak, sat and discussed, and carried out a competition and exchange of artistic conception!

The four of them were like dead pines growing proudly in the cracks of the mountains, motionless, sitting cross-legged.

What they compete is artistic conception, not cultivation.

This kind of competition consumes not spiritual power, but divine consciousness.

In the ethereal field of thoughts, the competition of artistic conception is carried out invisibly, and the divine consciousness consumed can only be barely supported by monks who have reached this realm. Rao is like this, and the foreheads of the four people are already filled with beads of sweat right now.

Even Nangong Hat, who has always been fanatical and belligerent, has no previous excitement on his face at this time, and has become a little cautious.

Invisible thoughts

The artistic conception of Ao Qianyu and the three of them is still constantly provoking Ji Fei, and the three of them join forces to suppress Ji Fei's reincarnation artistic conception fiercely!

Ao Qianyu's kendo artistic conception is too sharp!

The speeding sword path brought Ji Fei endless illusions, he seemed to feel the breath of the sword, and the slightly trembling sword intent suddenly burst out, like a thousand silk drizzles falling from the sky, sharp, tricky, ruthless like a living life body, with various life characteristics, and the most obvious is the faint breath.

"Whew"

It's the breath of the sword!

Ao Qianyu's artistic conception is really terrifying, and it is really terrifying.

The sword has a spirit - Ji Fei's heart is clear, not arrogant or impatient, beside him, the chaotic reincarnation artistic conception is running, and the chaotic aura that slowly hovers is like the most primitive black hole galaxy, devouring a qiē, and developing towards a bigger and bigger situation.

That sharp sword dao roared in, this is Ao Qianyu's most quintessential perception of swordsmanship!

A big sword light descended from the sky, with a bang, inserted into the confused chaos, and then accompanied by ten thousand golden lights, it fluctuated and rolled out of the fluctuations, this fluctuation made the original hovering reincarnation artistic conception actually stagnate, it seems that at this moment, Ji Fei's artistic conception has completely collapsed. At this time, if this scene is tangible, then from a distance, it is a gray blurry aura, inserted in a heavenly giant sword, this sword, permeated with Sen Ran's sword qi, is the fusion of Ao Qianyu's sword path. This is the artistic conception of Ao Qianyu, and the most powerful blow is the essence of swordsmanship. And that chaotic breath is the embodiment of Ji Fei's artistic conception of reincarnation.

The artistic conception of reincarnation, if it is no longer circling, what does it mean?

If you can't reincarnate, it will be Ji Fei's destruction.

This huge golden sword falling from the sky seemed to be a blow that crossed the endless eternity, the most essential sword path!

This blow is enough to dissipate the artistic conception condensed by Ji Fei at the moment!

But the gray qi that symbolized death and endless vitality was staggered after being hit hard by Ao Qianyu's sword intent, and after a few breaths of stagnation, it finally circled again.

If it is reincarnation, it will be extremely terrifying.

The gray qi had already been dissipated before, but with the force of the circle, it coincided again, and slowly, it regained its previous huge volume.

A strange scene happened, as Ji Fei's reincarnation artistic conception ran again, the originally unattainable supernatural giant sword was sinking at an extremely slow speed at this time, and the tip of the sword had already sunk into the gray qi, and it seemed that it would be swallowed up little by little by the reincarnation artistic conception!

Ao Qianyu, who was sitting cross-legged, trembled, and the beads of sweat on his forehead appeared more.

Daoist friends are in difficulty, Sixiang Prince Nangong Hate and Qitu Remnant Qian Ning will naturally not sit idly by, Ao Qianyu's kendo artistic conception is just the front soldier, seeing that the artistic conception of kendo is slowly swallowed up by Ji Fei's reincarnation artistic conception, the two of them are frightened and incredible at the same time, they also frantically urge their own artistic conception.

The first thing that came was the half-life-old rune artistic conception, showing in the void were seven extremely obscure ancient maps, all of which were weird runes, full of vast and wild atmosphere, like wild beasts rushing from prehistory.

Seven pairs of rune path ancient maps are spread out, and every trace of the veins on them is the origin of the most quintessential Dao!

In an instant, the ancient map cracked, the runes were scattered, and they shot towards Ji Fei densely!

Here, the Four Elephants Prince Nangong Hate is not idle, he is as full of that arrogant and unyielding fighting intent as before, and the chaotic aura all over his body permeates out, this aura is very similar to Ji Fei's reincarnation artistic conception, but it is real chaos. It is both chaotic and infinite, insignificant, gratuitous and infinite

Wuji artistic conception, the indescribable primordial true one, is attributed to Wuji, and Wuji is the true origin. Therefore, if you want to comprehend this artistic conception, compared with Ji Fei's reincarnation artistic conception, it can only be difficult and not weak. What's more, the Wuji artistic conception of the Prince of the Four Elephants was realized with the help of the Wuji Holy Monk, and in this, he lacked his own perception.

However, it is still not to be underestimated.

In Nangong Hate's heart, there is only one way to reach Wuji, and that is endless battles!

Only by constantly fighting can we pursue that chaotic and boundless state of infinity, and perhaps, only by non-stop fighting, can we avoid eternal infinity for Nangong Hat.

Nangong hated a chaotic aura, a domain of his own, wrapped himself in a step towards Ji Fei, the chaotic aura in the sky, filled with the kind of ruining power in the Infinite Realm, and in an instant, it merged into Ji Fei's reincarnation gray qi.

"Reincarnation is also Wuji!" When Nangong hated the Wuji artistic conception was integrated into his own reincarnation artistic conception, Ji Fei's mind was actually epiphany in an instant, and he realized some wonderful methods!

Reincarnation, life and death, immortality, immortality, non-birth, back and forth, there is no ultimate, it is infinite!"Vainly trying to dissolve my artistic conception, this is absolutely impossible!" Ji Fei chuckled inwardly, and suddenly, in the operation of the reincarnation of the Great Formula, his artistic conception was more condensed.

In fact, the Prince of the Four Elephants had the intention of dissolving Ji Fei's artistic conception with his own Wuji artistic conception, but when his Wuji artistic conception infiltrated into the artistic conception of reincarnation, the chaotic state was even worse than before, which made Nangong hate his heart happy, but then, he moved fiercely in his heart, and suddenly found that his Wuji artistic conception was actually changing in some kind of concrete form.

This more specific form of Wuji is reincarnation, "Oh no!" Nangong hated his heart, "I didn't expect that Ji Fei would achieve such a miraculous effect!"

Nangong hated a great hatred in his heart, at this time, his Wuji artistic conception not only did not disappear, but it was even more terrifying, he could clearly feel that it was just that the Wuji artistic conception was not in his control.

On the other hand, the power of Ji Fei's reincarnation artistic conception directly tripled!

With the infinite artistic conception that the Four Elephant Princes integrated into, in an instant, Ji Fei's reincarnation artistic conception was to devour the Heavenly Giant Sword, and he also successfully resisted the artistic conception of the rune transformed by the seven ancient diagrams.

"I'm waiting to lose!!" Channing opened his eyes and smiled, exhaling. "The artistic conception of reincarnation of Taoist friends is really yin and yang, holding death and life, reincarnation does not turn, and killing is endless!"

Ji Fei's heart was still filled with a deep shock, "Ao Qianyu Daoyou's sword path, a sword in the sky, the power is indeed terrifying." ”

If Ao Qianyu's sword path meets Ji Fei's reincarnation artistic conception, I am afraid that the mystery of that sword can kill other beings in an instant. It is also Ji Fei's reincarnation artistic conception that can withstand a moment.

Ji Fei can win this game, time also, life also.

Ao Qianyu shook his head slightly, "Alas, after all, it is a lack of power, not enough Dacheng! If it is Dacheng, if you go down with a sword, I am afraid that nothing will be left But, the prince of the four elephants, your infinite artistic conception is mysterious, treacherous, and the future is unlimited." ”

The Four Elephant Princes chuckled and said, "The talisman of the half-life remnant Daoist friend is obscure and profound, and the power is not bad!"

With that, he stood up, his expression a little solemn, and walked not far away.

Among the remaining three, Ao Qianyu and Qian Ning looked at each other, and Qian Ning asked, "Brother Nangong, what's the matter? Such a decadent look actually appeared on his face, this is really rare!"

Ao Qianyu frowned and shook his head.

Seeing this, Ji Fei smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid it's because of that Wuji artistic conception."

Qian Ningqi said: "What does this mean? Who is Nangong Hate, the Prince of the Four Elephants? Frank and, he is not the kind of person who can't afford to lose!"

Ji Fei shook his head, "That's not what I mean, it's the confusion brought to him by Wuji's artistic conception Although he knows that Wuji is the origin of the Dao, but what is this origin, thinking about it, Brother Nangong has not been able to understand it, this way, he can't find a way out!"

Right now, only Ji Fei can understand the confusion in the Wuji artistic conception of Nangong hatred.

"If Brother Nangong can't go further, I'm afraid this life will be like this!" Ji Fei said lightly, looking at Nangong who was standing with his hands not far away, he looked at the wind and clouds under the cliff, and he didn't know what to think in his heart.