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The black-robed old man no longer spoke, but slapped his chest, and suddenly a black blood ball spat out of his mouth. The moment www.biquge.info the blood ball of the pen & fun & appeared, it immediately galloped out, turned into a bolt of lightning, and came to Lin Sen in an instant.

Its speed was unimaginable, Lin Sen's face was solemn, and he was quite afraid of this sudden black blood cell.

At the moment when the black blood ball was approaching, Lin Sen immediately felt a killing aura rushing towards his face, and in this killing aura, there was also a trace of strange artistic conception

This artistic conception was very different from the previous two, as if with a sense of heavenly might, Lin Sen immediately noticed that the Yuan Infant in his body actually showed signs of failure. This strange artistic conception finally made Lin Sen's face change greatly, and he couldn't imagine that if he was completely hit by this black blood ball, then he would die quickly.

The black-robed monk's face was flat, and with a move of his right hand, the black blood ball suddenly retreated, returned to the old man's eyebrows, and disappeared.

"The old man's artistic conception, sacrifice"

The old man's gaze froze, falling on the black-robed old man, he felt that this person's artistic conception was a little weird, so the artistic conception of the analyzer must be extraordinary, but he didn't expect that he could actually use other people's lives as a sacrifice to sacrifice the Heavenly Dao

His expression suddenly became majestic, and the obscene expression on his face just now suddenly disappeared, he looked at the old man in black robe, nodded slightly, and said: "What a sacrificial artistic conception, if you can achieve a catastrophe in this life, then this artistic conception will go back against the sky, the old man will leave."

With that, the old man's body moved, came to Lin Sen's side, grabbed his right hand, and the two of them suddenly disappeared in place, and when they reappeared, the two of them were already in a remote place in Yancheng.

After the two appeared, the old man suddenly turned pale and panted like a cow, but he still showed a smug look and looked at Lin Sen.

At this time, Lin Sen was quite impatient and hugged his fists and said: "The seniors are earth-shattering, and the juniors admire it."

The old man glanced at his eyelids and said dissatisfiedly: "No sincerity"

Lin Sen smiled bitterly, he really rarely flattered others, it was the first time for this old man, it was rare for him.

The old man shook his sleeves and said, "Okay, that's all the old man has done for you, you go back, as for your future feelings, it's up to you." With that, he turned and walked away.

Lin Sen groaned a little, seeing that the old man was about to go away, he suddenly asked, "Senior, can we see each other again?"

The old man glanced back at Lin Sen and said with a smile: "It depends on the will of heaven." ”

"What is the name of the senior" Lin Sen hesitated slightly, and finally asked.

"The old man's surname is Sun, and when you hear this surname in the future, you will naturally understand"

Lin Sen secretly wrote it down. With a light sigh, he went straight all the way, returned to the shop, sat cross-legged in front of the bed, and there was silence all around, in this quiet shop, a chill was permeated, but it couldn't disturb Lin Sen's thoughts.

The artistic conception of the previous three Transformation Stage cultivators flashed in his mind, and slowly, his whole person was immersed in it, quietly comprehending.

The sad artistic conception of the tall and thin old man, the artistic conception of the middle-aged scribe's words, and the sacrificial artistic conception of the black-robed old man all echoed in Lin Sen's mind one by one. Gradually, Lin Sen had a vague understanding. This artistic conception is based on each person's different experiences, and for a certain experience or attachment to it, the artistic conception of the Heavenly Dao is perceived.

The old man said that the opportunity, obsession. It is the key to becoming a god. If you give up the obsession before turning into a god, you can perceive the artistic conception, so that the new obsession will be reborn. If there is no connection of the previous obsession, it is true that they can realize the Tao single-mindedly, and the artistic conception of the three god-turning monks is their only obsession.

Pathos. Perhaps he experienced emotional setbacks, which led to obsession with the god in order to commit.

Writing. The middle-aged scribe was based on his love for words, which gradually evolved into an obsession, and in his view, words are the Tao, because words turn into gods.

Sacrifice. The way of the black-robed old man is quite rare, and perhaps only the word sacrifice will appear in the ceremonies of some foreign races. Similarly, this person turned into a god with sacrifice, obviously having an extremely devout belief in the way of heaven, and using the power of the way of heaven to evolve into his own supernatural powers, this artistic conception is no wonder even the old man was amazed.

They and their artistic conception, so what is their own artistic conception, what is it Lin Sen closed his eyes, and the whole person suddenly became a little different at this moment, after a long time, Lin Sen opened his eyes and slowly walked out of the store, and came to the zelkova tree again.

Lin Sen's eyes looked at the beech tree, revealing a trace of concentration, at this moment, nothing could affect Lin Sen's mood, what he was thinking in his mind, all he saw in his eyes was the sacrificial artistic conception of the black-robed old man.

"The sacrificial artistic conception of the black-robed monk is to use the opponent as a sacrifice, so as to temporarily obtain the power of the Heavenly Dao, why must I obey the Heavenly Dao, I have become a Taoist, and why should I serve the Dao If I sacrifice to myself, I don't know what the result will be" Lin Sen's mind was full of bold speculation, this guess is afraid that since ancient times, no monk dared to think like this.

At this moment, Lin Sen slowly raised his right hand and gently placed it on the beech tree, feeling the vigorous vitality exuded by the zelkova tree, Lin Sen suddenly felt that the zelkova tree also had a force to fight against him, and it was struggling with fate.

Lin Sen suddenly opened his eyes, let go of his right hand, and let out a long breath.

"It's still a little worse. Lin Sen muttered to himself.

Time flies, time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is another ten years

In the past ten years, Lin Sen's appearance has become old, his temples are gray, his hair is no longer black, but mixed with a lot of white hair, his straight body is slightly hunchbacked, and the whole person looks like he has entered the age of sixties.

In the past ten years, the 300-year-old beech tree has ceased to grow, and its huge trunk has begun to dry up at some point.

On this day, Lin Sen opened his eyes in meditation, he was silent for a while, stood up, and slowly opened the door.

He sat on the wooden chair at the door and quietly watched the crowd around him, while the Tang family's blacksmith shop opposite him had expanded several times.

After a while, a small head poked out of the Tang family's shop, and when he saw Lin Sen, he immediately smiled, ran quickly, and carried a pot of wine in his hand, and after handing it to Lin Sen, he said in a milky child's voice: "Grandpa Lin, this is the wine I sent to you, Daddy said, don't drink it again after drinking it this time." ”

Lin Sen had a kind smile on his face, he touched the child's head, flipped his right hand, there was an extra pill in his hand, handed it to the child, and took a sip of wine.

The child immediately swallowed the pill, smiled with satisfaction, and said curiously, "Grandpa Lin, I'm going out to play, remember to come to dinner in the evening." ”

Lin Sen smiled and nodded. At this time, a strong man walked out of the blacksmith shop, and this person could vaguely see that it was the tiger of the year. After seeing Lin Sen, he said with concern in his eyes: "Uncle Lin, you can't drink today." ”

Lin Sen said with a smile: "You two sing and cooperate very tacitly, okay, I'll take a sip today, don't drink it." ”

Instead, Lin Sen asked again: "Huzi, is your mother's illness getting better now?"

Huzi's face showed gloom, and he said, "It's still the same, and drinking medicine doesn't work." ”

Lin Sen sighed lightly, mortals are born and old, sick and die in the heavenly reincarnation, he can't interfere, six years ago, Huzi married the daughter of a big family in the city, and that child was his son.

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