From the time a monk practices Taoism by taking in Qi to the time he forms seals with his soul, what he is absorbing and exhaling all the time is spiritual inspiration.
Becoming a scattered immortal is actually a platform period of transformation from human to immortal. The divine infant grows into an immortal infant, and the divine consciousness condenses into immortal marrow. It is only waiting to enter the position of true immortal again, and then it can achieve an immortal true spirit.
The energy controlled by the true spirit is derived from the spiritual inspiration, but it has undergone a complete qualitative change.
The true face of Lingji, whom Lin Chong had seen countless times.
Those are the small spots of light that appear between heaven and earth.
Red, green, white, purple... and so on.
And these small spots of light have certain symbolic meanings. For example, the inspiration of thunder is naturally violent and unprovoked, the inspiration of fire is always invading, the inspiration of wind is vaguely floating without support... and so on.
But after the spiritual energy was absorbed into the human body, those symbolic meanings became much less, and were all swallowed up by the skills practiced by the cultivator.
However, not long ago, Lin Chong saw the inspiration of his true self in Qingluan.
Qingluan, who practices the way of auspiciousness, has all the spiritual energy on his body that represents auspiciousness.
That should be a real inspiration, another step up in the cultivation method, an enhancement of the essence of life, representing a certain atmosphere of heaven and earth.
Lin Chong called this kind of real inspiration "immortal inspiration".
From inspiration to immortality, it is a leap.
It was just a guess before, but today, when Lin Chong used the formless immortal method to simulate Wang Mang's eight-day cicada shocking, he actually felt a trace of the immortal's secret.
If the powerful Yuanshen, relying on the power of consciousness, bullies the Jindan Yuanying who has not yet entered the divine realm, it is like playing, then it should be the same for the immortal power to suppress the spiritual power.
The extremely refined, pure, and extremely heavy immortal energy of horror and decay condensed into a giant immortal hand. When it came out of Lin Chong's hand, it was like a sharp sword that broke through the skin of all things in the world.
Wherever he went, spiritual energy was transformed into gray and could be controlled by Lin Chong.
That's awesome... If you use the magic to attack monks who haven't entered the fairyland, wouldn't all the magic controlled by the opponent rebel with just one move?
Inspiration is the foundation of all martial arts. If the inspiration betrays you, then what other tricks can you use?
That means death in one move.
Lin Chong used the Wuxiang Immortal Technique to "steal" such a powerful magic technique. Although it was only used once, it also gave Lin Chong a lot of insights.
Wang Mang was horrified.
"You are crazy, man from the outer world! This eight-day cicada dies as soon as it chirps! What are you trying to do?"
Shocked, Wang Mang retreated rapidly, but he was unable to retreat as he was enveloped by the immortal power. Everything around him was gray, as if it was a field covering him.
In desperation, Wang Mang had to guard his own "cicada shell" and protect himself tightly.
One attacking and one defending, a ten-meter-long hand formed by a sandstorm, and a protective shell formed by a sandstorm. When they came into contact, it was silent at first, and the two merged into each other, but the next second, a huge sandstorm like the end of the world exploded from the point of connection!
boom!
The treasure house of all dharmas was instantly filled.
The treasures that the Wanfa Xianzong had accumulated over tens of millions of years were immediately sucked into the sandstorm. Those that were not strong enough were torn into pieces immediately. Even those that were extremely strong had their inspiration extinguished in the sandstorm.
Instead, there were eight chapters of the Heavenly Scroll of All Laws, made of unknown material, dancing in the wind like eight butterflies, and they were flying in a set with their arms intertwined. It was worthy of being one of the two fundamental scriptures of the immortal way in the world.
Fortunately, the Treasury of All Laws was strong enough. It was built by the Golden Immortal when he descended to the mortal world. Therefore, this storm only swept up a lot of treasures and burned the spiritual energy in the treasury. When there was no spiritual energy as fuel, it disappeared within a few breaths.
At this moment, Wang Mang's face had turned pale, and although his cicada shell was not destroyed, it was as thin as an eggshell.
Lin Chong is much more relaxed.
When the two kinds of immortal power collided with each other and triggered the immortal power storm, Lin Chong abandoned the formless immortal power and returned to the state of "Schrödinger's cat" in the gap between form and no form. Unless he showed up on his own initiative, he would never be affected by the cause and effect of the outside world.
When the storm dissipated, Lin Chong finally showed up. He said with a smile, "Wang Mang, how does it taste... eh?"
As soon as he appeared, Lin Chong felt something was wrong because he couldn't stand.
Looking around himself in surprise, Lin Chong discovered that his feet were gone, and his hands were also disappearing. His entire body seemed to be made up of yellow sand in the wind. As soon as it appeared in the world, it immediately began to disappear.
Suck~
Although Wang Mang was exhausted and his immortal infant was already dim, he instinctively took a breath when he saw this opportunity. He then said, "Eight-day cicadas die after one chirp. I don't even dare to hit people with all my strength. You are worthy of being a person from outer space. You are so strong-willed that you would rather die in the ground with your immortal power than give me a slap. I admire you."
Oh my god, it's awesome that you're practicing this technique.
You can’t hit someone with all your strength, or you will die if you hit them?
No wonder the magic just now was so powerful, it turned out to be the last one.
Lin Chong was speechless. His body was turning into sand at such a speed that it had already covered his mouth and was about to disappear into his head as well.
Even though the Dao Seal is engraved into the void and won't disappear in a short while, we can't just let the situation develop like this, right?
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
Lin Chong hurriedly threw an object at Wang Mang, and then used the formless magic to return to the top of Kunlun Mountain in his dream. After that, he began to look for suitable parts in the big dream seed to replace his body.
"Huh?"
Wang Mang looked at the alien being opposite him and saw something shooting towards him.
He wanted to dodge, but the object seemed to have consciousness and could turn corners, heading straight for where he was hiding.
"change!"
Wang Mang waved his sleeves, and the cicada shell turned, replacing the part that should have been hit with a thicker one. He was not worried at all. Just as he said, the cicada shell of this immortal should not be destroyed in this world and at this time.
Although the thunder of the man from outer space is powerful, it is only borrowing the power of arithmetic. The immortal power of a cicada shell is enough to eliminate the cause and effect of the world, and no one can hit him.
Pop.
That object hit the cicada shell.
And apply it on it.
Only then did Wang Mang see clearly that it was actually a drop of blood.
What is this person from outer space doing?
Wang Mang didn't know whether this was a move with a deeper meaning or just a casual smear just to disgust people.
But he still divided the cicada shell into several layers, rotated it left and right, and grinded it carefully, trying to grind away the bloodstain. However, after so many cycles, the bloodstain was still clearly visible, and with the grinding of the Eight-Day Cicada, it became more and more sharp, revealing a black "death" aura.
"Eh? Isn't this robbery power?"
Wang Mang frowned.
What are the aliens doing?
How could he have the power of death?
Could it be the one hiding behind all the disciples of the Wanfa Immortal Sect...
Wang Mang felt more and more strange. When he was a small devil, the reason why he parasitized the disciples of Wanfa Xianzong was because he sensed the death power in these disciples, which matched the attributes of the Jingchan he cultivated and could accelerate his growth.
Sure enough, among the five demon lords, he awakened later, but his achievements were the greatest.
Now it seems that there are hidden dangers...