Qi Xiu was naturally happy when Chu Wuying won the victory, but now he really can't take care of it.

The entire illusion around him quickly collapsed and disappeared, and it was too late to say anything. Everyone was unconscious at the same time and was teleported to enter the next level of the trial.

Wake up again, alone again.

"Every level after another, as if it was endless and why was it so coincidental?" Lying on the ground, he sighed helplessly in his heart.

If the crane is really a murderer, if you come like this, wouldn't you let the tiger go back to the mountain again?

"The Gui family in Jixia didn't know what they were doing, but Miaoqing went out to report the news early. Yuhe could still come and go freely in the trial area. Did they not care at all about such a big thing?"

"Based on the experience of Junxuan Mountain's Pill-Snatching Trial and the construction of his own Heihe Peak Trial Land, this large-scale, self-organized trial illusion is similar to a small world. If the safety of the trial target is focused on, then there must be a "death gate", otherwise if Dayan loses the only variable, the formation will fail and cause disaster."

"Perhaps, the real murderer did not come from the cultivator who entered the formation, but was like the [Jade Bone Skeleton] in Junxuan Mountain and the [Thousand-Eyed Ghost Spider] at the bottom of the Heihe Peak. Is it the only death gate of this [Temple Forest Trial]?"

My mind was very confused, so I just looked around first, but I didn't expect that the trial environment of this level was quite similar to the scenery of Heihe. The dark and dizzy sky and endless turbid swamps were pressed on my heart with the continuous bloody incidents, which made me feel extremely depressing. Fortunately, there was no stench of Heihe here. The place where my body was lying was a small slope that was higher than the swamp ruler, which was also relatively dry.

Just as I was about to stand up, I suddenly thought of a headache.

"If the jade crane is not a real murderer, then after teleporting to this level, he would not do anything bad, and would continue to use the trial wooden slips and withdraw from the trial to solve the problem of the invisible crane with the Gui family of Jixia. Then, wouldn't I be humiliating myself when I go out to confront him?"

"If the Jade Crane is the real murderer, who has just escaped from our siege, will he still be so honest about quitting the trial and joining the Guijia Net? If he continues to stay in the trial land, then what's the use of going out by himself?"

"The important thing is that Wuying has just won the first level, and the real murderer is likely to target him. Should he find him first and go out together to get out?"

After thinking about it, it seems that it is better not to withdraw from the trial for the time being.

"Then don't go out for now and find a way to contact Wuying?"

After making up my mind for a while, I found that the trial wooden slip was still in my hand. I subconsciously wanted to put it back. When I was halfway through my movements, an idea popped up in my mind, "Anotherwise, I seem to be looking for various reasons and I don't want to go out?"

This thought lasts for a lifetime, and my mind is like a thunderbolt flashing through my clear sky, and I suddenly wake up much more.

He realized that he could not use his natal talent in the trial land, which made himself, who had long been accustomed to [Jia Jixin], never considered these things. In other words, since he entered the trial, he had never really examined his inner thoughts.

"It is the basics of a monk who upholds his own heart and is not deceived by desires and external objects. Since he entered the trial, he has been completely ignored by me."

"With a self who has been conscious of one's own heart for many years, it seems that he has forgotten to use his true thoughts to understand his original heart. Can't you see yourself clearly without the talent of one's own destiny? Can't you figure out what others think without the talent of [Seeing Human Nature]?"

"If there is no spiritual power in the body, and the martial arts cannot be completed, can't we recite scriptures and breathe, and practice enlightenment like those mortal monks and Taoists?"

The more I think, the more intoxicated I simply sit cross-legged and meditate with my eyes closed.

Soon, I entered the state of forgetting both things and self.

The body is the body of the soul of ordinary people, and it will accompany you all your life. But for those who practice cultivation, the body not only needs to carry the soul, but also the temple of practice, sea of ​​consciousness, natal objects, natal magic weapons, spiritual power, golden elixirs, natal infancy... and so on, just like a ship, whatever is useful, it will be installed in it. Gradually, although this ship is becoming stronger and stronger, it will become heavier and hard to control, and may become obsessed with detours, or may fail to break through the pass and sink.

The stronger the body and spiritual power, the stronger the soul and spirit must become at the same time. The further the road goes, the more likely these things are to cause fundamental disasters due to imbalance.

According to the path of the Golden Pill to make infants in the [Tongming Sutra] practiced, the most important step is that spiritual power enters the sea of ​​consciousness. The so-called twelve floors of the sky, and goes up to the Kaniwan Palace. The spiritual power of the Golden Pill gathered in the Dantian must first slowly transform when forming infants, and then go through a bottom-up route in the Tongming Sutra to break through the blood-brain barrier, enter the sea of ​​consciousness, merge with the soul, and form the [Ninocchio]. This path of practice can be said to be one of the most dangerous and terrifying journeys in practice. Countless monks fell down here, either died heroically, or wasted their lives.

And taking this section of the road, the requirements for controlling one's body, soul and other aspects are extremely strict.

After a long time, Qi Xiu slowly opened his eyes and vomited out heavy turbid air.

This time, his thinking did not improve his state of mind, but it made him understand a truth. If he wanted to increase the success rate of infant formation, he would not be able to rely on his natal talent to protect him. Because when spiritual power enters the sea of ​​consciousness on a large scale, he would temporarily lose his connection with the natal object [Red-butt horse and monkey] in the sea of ​​consciousness, and his natal talent would naturally not be able to be used. When all means such as understanding one's own mind fail, just like in the trial land now, he only relies on the true self, no natal objects, no spiritual power and magic weapons, and only the self with the body and soul.

"I finally got some small gains during this trip, and I finally understood part of the purpose of this trial. The trial of Jixia City Stele Forest is indeed some tricks, and it is indeed very helpful to the Nascent Soul Avenue..."

This thought made Qi Xiu think clearly about the next action, "I kept looking for reasons to not withdraw from the trial, but in fact I was just holding the hope of winning the first line and adding opportunities to the Nascent Soul Avenue, and I was greedy. The question about not being able to go out is actually very simple. Whether Yuhe is the real murderer, will he withdraw from the trial? Since he has made an agreement with Chu Wen and others, then just be trustworthy."

A trial, how many lives are there, no matter whether you have the experience you just got, as long as you figure it out, you will never have the intention to interfere.

"Then, this trial is over for me."

Looking at the wooden slip in my hand, I finally made up my mind. Just as I was about to break it, a sudden change arises again.

The thin yellow fog spread out on the swamp, wrapped in a cheap scent that is often found in ordinary temples. "Is this?" The eyes turned to the source and saw a huge stone tablet standing quietly in the distance in the horizon. The yellow fog and fragrance came from there.

There was nothing there when I came

This is not the most strange thing. Although the stone tablet that quietly appeared was surrounded by yellow fog and could not see the specific details clearly, the vague outlines of the size and size make people feel familiar.

"Why is it very similar to Zhang Shishi's natal object, that nameless merit monument?"

Thinking of the figure of an old friend in my memory, I could no longer suppress my curiosity. I ran towards the stone tablet with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and struggled to the swamp, as fast as possible.
Chapter completed!