Feng Ling looked at Qingyang with high spirits, and then looked at the sword in her hand. At this moment, she felt that there was a mysterious and mysterious power in her body, allowing her to step through the air as if it were on the ground.

"Is this the way to control a sword?" Feng Ling asked.

Qingyang said: "You have been with this sword for more than ten years. In fact, it can be regarded as a kind of sword cultivation. I just opened the door for you."

"I have always heard that the wonderful door to the entrance is just a layer of paper. If you click on it, you will enter, and if you enter, you will enter two different worlds. I used to think that this was just a pretentious saying, but now I truly understand it.

." Feng Ling said, gesturing with the sword in his hand.

Qingyang looked at Feng Ling in silence, but the thoughts in his heart were floating to unknown places. He was thinking about Feng Ling's origin, what kind of sword she was holding, and the sword in Abi City.

A pair of eyes and the caged junior brother, thinking about the reason for the sudden collapse of the Tianyan Taoist sect and who are behind it, and thinking about the hidden god life box that only his last friend A Yuan's family had twenty years ago.

How could he appear in the human world? Who could be behind the ray of spiritual thought in Fufengzi's heart who taught the Seven-Star Life-Protecting Formation to the Taoist monks?

Finally, he thought about whether his master had followed the wishes of his uncles and uncles and expelled him from the school twenty years ago. He had known that such a day would come. Finally, he thought about the appearance of "The Demonic Manifestation of His Heart" in his mind.

In my hands, is it a coincidence or is everything arranged by someone?

Qingyang, who had already entered the realm of heaven and humanity, was filled with thoughts. The devil in his heart roared and screamed. His true self stood quietly with his eyes closed under the disturbance of the devil, as if he was an old man reading a book in peace and quiet alone in the bustling city.

Demons show their wonders, but what they practice after showing them is their true self.

Qingyang walked in front, Muyang, Rongyang, and Fengling followed behind. Following Qingyang on the road paved with black sand, they could vaguely hear the roar of the demon in their ears. The original

The yellow sand had turned into black sand at this time.

"Where are we going?" Feng Ling asked.

"Go forward." Qingyang said calmly.

"What's in front?" Feng Ling continued to ask.

"Everything lies ahead."

Just when Feng Ling asked this question, this seemed to be an opportunity. A spiritual light seemed to be born in his heart to guide him. There was everything he needed ahead.

At the same time, there was a sense of urgency in his heart. This feeling arose in his heart, as if it had been there for a long time.

There was another moment of silence. Rongyang and Muyang looked at the place they were walking by. They felt worried in their hearts. Twenty years ago, they knew that Qingyang had practiced an evil Taoist secret, Lianfa.

The Dharma intention in the pillar will be polluted, which is why Qingyang was expelled from the school.

They worry that one day Qingyang will be unable to control the manifested twenty-four-phase demons, and eventually become the biggest demon in the world. What's more, the current situation of the Tianyan Taoist sect makes it impossible for Qingyang to practice Qingyang. Although those demons have not yet manifested,

But it has been exposed.

Fengling didn't care about this at all. She just wanted to meet the monk again. In his opinion, the monk in the sky was nothing. He was very fragile and didn't seem to have any great supernatural powers.

"Why don't we go to that Abi City?" Feng Ling suddenly said.

Qingyang ignored her this time, but she continued: "I heard that Abi City looked scary, so I went to kill it with one sword."

"You can't cut it." Mu Yang suddenly said.

"Why."

"Your sword is not an ordinary sword, but now it can only kill some people and magic weapons."

"How do you know I can't kill that city?" Feng Ling said loudly.

"The spiritual power in your sword may be enough, but your mental power is not enough." Mu Yang said lightly.

"What is mental power?" Feng Ling asked.

Mu Yang continued: "There is a saying that the heart is full but the strength is not enough. Is the feeling of wielding the sword in your hand any different from before?"

Feng Ling thought for a while and said: "When I swung the sword in the past, the weight of the sword was just the weight of the sword. But now when I swung the sword, the harder I used, the heavier the sword felt. But this kind of

Heaviness is not the kind of heaviness, but a feeling. Is this the reason for the lack of mental strength?"

"That's right, in fact, a large part of what we call spiritual cultivation refers to this mental power. Because the spiritual power and the will of the law have been given to us by the master, and we ourselves have to learn how to control them."

Feng Ling thought silently, as if he was sorting out the relationship between spiritual power, legal intention, and mental power.

"Psychic power actually refers to our own cultivation, right?" Fengling Department.

In Qingyang's opinion, she is actually not very suitable for practicing Taoism. Perhaps this is why her senior brother chose her as a disciple of the Hu Sect. Most of the disciples of the Hu Sect are not good at practicing Taoism, but they are also talented people.

This thought just flashed through Mu Yang's mind, and he would not say it out loud. He only heard him continue: "Sadness, anger, hate, love... all of these can be transformed into mental energy, but these emotions come quickly, and

It may go away quickly, but we cannot wait until there is hatred or love in our hearts before casting spells. Therefore, most of the texts in the Taoist secrets of various sects teach us to let go of all kinds of emotions that arise in our hearts.

Emotions form the power of the mind, which is why many practitioners always go to the human world to experience and experience the joys and sorrows of the world."

After hearing this, Feng Ling digested in silence. She was thinking about how she should improve her cultivation. Should she have to experience love and hate, and work hard in misery?

After thinking for a while, she had no idea, so she asked. She has never been a person willing to think for too long. Mu Yang continued to answer: "Those sorrows, loves, and hates need to be devoted wholeheartedly, and we cannot force them. Our practice

It is between every word, every action, every move, just like sitting in meditation. Meditation is a way to restrain the mind. Over time, it will condense the mind. In our current situation, I, your uncle Rongyang and your master are all practicing

Yes, this kind of practice does not mean doing something deliberately. When something happens, it does not require you to do anything deliberately. What is required is to hold on, and the invisible power will flow continuously in your heart.

Emergence. Cultivation is easy to say and easy to do, but it is not easy to truly achieve cultivation."

The four of them kept walking like this, Rong Yang, Mu Yang didn't ask where Qing Yang was going, and Feng Ling, as if he was also trying to practice, kept his head down and said nothing.

Originally, Qingyang wanted to find elixirs to treat the injuries of Songyang and Shenyang. However, after he secretly sensed that he had to move forward and that something was waiting for him ahead, he felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

He didn't know what this sense of urgency was, it seemed to come from his soul.

Just when Feng Ling thought he was going to keep going like this, a snake came out of the void. The snake was blood red, as if it had been peeled off a layer of skin.

He emerged from the void, twisted and disappeared again.

Feng Ling saw it and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, eager to try it. He asked Mu Yang what it was, and Mu Yang said it was very similar to the witchcraft of the Jiuli clan.

The blood snake was twisting and flashing in the void, far and near. Feng Ling was about to kill it, but Mu Yang stopped her. Mu Yang didn't want to enmity with the Jiuli clan unless he had to, although Qing Yang killed him.

He killed an elder of the Jiuli clan, but no one from the Jiuli clan came to take revenge, and the one who appeared now did not take action.

The world seemed to have become quiet at this moment, and the four of them seemed to have become lonely pedestrians in this world, walking alone in this vast world.

Suddenly a white crane flew out of the sky. The crane seemed to be flying down from the distant sky. It circled above the heads of the four people and made a clear cry.

Qingyang raised his head and looked at the white crane above his head, and suddenly asked: "Are you telling me not to go any further?"

The white crane did not answer, but suddenly pecked into the void. A small blood-red snake appeared instantly, but then quickly turned into a blood-red grass rope and fell into the calamity cloud below and disappeared.

The white crane fluttered its wings and flew up to the sky where Qingyang was. It opened its mouth and spit out a leaf from its mouth. The leaf fell and was picked up by Qingyang's fingers. He lowered his head and looked at the green tree.

Next, I saw a line of words written on it.
Chapter completed!