After satisfying Wang Yangming's inheritance of the mind, An Qisheng learned everything much faster.

He has completely developed his amazing talent in the spiritual path.

After entering the floating realm of Jiuji, whether it was the nameless boy skill of old Taoist Wang Quan, or the later pure yang energy of dragon and tiger, the soul-taking method, and the Tianyi and Spirit-taking Sutra were all learned at once, and there was almost no obstacle.

The Ferris wheel rotation method is naturally no exception.

Even because of his countless dream experiences, his practice of this Ferris Wheel-Running Method is much faster than other martial arts!

In just two months, he had already broken through the three realms of "seeing people", "seeing me", and "seeing sentient beings", and entered the fourth realm of "seeing heaven and earth" in the Ferris Wheel-Turning Dharma!

Da ~

An Qisheng tapped the table with a light finger.

Substantial ripples splashed at the intersection of his finger and the tabletop, spreading like a concentric circle.

It seems that the space where it is turned into the water surface!

Ripples and sound waves echo on this "water surface".

"This is......."

The Buddhist beads in the old monk's palm stuttered slightly.

I felt that the figure of the old Taoist priest who was outside of his arm suddenly rose and became bigger. It was wrong. The old Taoist priest did not change, but was shrinking and getting smaller and smaller.

He was actually pulled into the spiritual world?

The old monk's face was shaking, and the Buddhist beads polished from the relics of the monk in his hand were almost crushed.

He was shocked, and the old monk suddenly stood up, and the Buddhist beads in his palm suddenly shone brightly.

Buzz ~

It's like a small sun rising.

But even though the light shines everywhere and the infinite light and heat instantly penetrate all directions, the slowly echoing ripples spread freely.

Even as the light and heat explode, it spread even more violently.

But the taller figure, one arm away from him, seemed to be in another spatial dimension, without any slight impact.

"How is this possible!"

A shock appeared on the old monk's face with deep wrinkles.

The string of Buddhist beads in his palm were made of relics left by the eminent monks of the Wheel Temple after they were transformed. They were the foundation of his desire to further explore the divine veins!

Similarly, it is also an important reliance for him to use his body of qi and meridians to activate the spiritual world.

It can amplify its own "god" several times, and it has extremely powerful magical effects on all spiritual magic.

He once used this treasure to take over a "vacuum hometown" from Mrs. Bai Lian, the head of the White Lotus Demon Sect.

But at this moment, the spiritual world of the old Taoist priest has not been broken?

This old Taoist priest actually learned the wheel rotation method, and he learned it even more advanced than himself?

How is this possible?

Like the burning light of the flames, the shocked face of the old monk was reflected.

"Don't think about it!"

The surging heart tide was instantly suppressed by him. The old monk fell to sit in his sleeves, his eyes closed, and the Buddhist beads were rotating and chanting the Buddhist scriptures in the soft golden light.

He has been practicing the wheel rotation method for decades and knows the power of spiritual fighting.

If one is not good, his soul will be broken and destroyed, and even the Buddha's king's land cannot be entered.

"Is it useful to concentrate your mind?"

An Qisheng's eyes drooped, looking down at the small old monk on the ground, who was like an ant.

Bang ~

He raised his hand slowly and snapped his fingers gently.

Buzz ~

The pure and vast spiritual power was like a sudden uproar on the surging rivers and seas. In an instant, it wiped out the spiritual world constructed by the old monk and completely submerged it.

Since he started practicing the Ferris Wheel Rotating Method, he has thought about how he should build his own spiritual world.

In the past, the great devil formed the Hell of the Sea of ​​Blood. Anyone who was pulled into it by him often had to endure thousands of tortures on earth, and used the most cruel punishment to break the enemy's spirit.

To achieve the effect of completely ravaging the enemy's spirit and soul.

But for him, who had been a human being in two lifetimes and experienced two eras of information explosions, this was too pediatric.

What's the point of just that?

If you want to kill someone, the fist and palm are enough. If you kill someone, the body is destroyed, so why should you spend a lot of effort on this wheel turning method?

Therefore, at the beginning of his practice, he had countless thoughts on how to maximize the role of the Ferris Wheel-Running Method.

After months of thinking, the prototype finally came to light.

This old monk came just right, just in time, and he could just experiment.

Hurry ~

While the rolling tide of slapping spirit flooded everything, the old monk opened his eyes in horror.

He was actually beaten out of his concentration state.

When his heart was shocked, he suddenly realized that he was standing on a square like white jade.

And at infinite heights, two eyes that looked like the sun and the moon were drooping down:

“Welcome to….

My world!”

boom!

It was like the sound of heaven roaring, and the old monk felt a sudden shock in his heart, and he was in a daze and didn't know where he was.

The next moment, his spirit was completely submerged.

When I opened my eyes again.

What catches your eye is an old house with old walls, mottled roofs, and a rough face with inexplicable surprise.

who I am?

Where is this?

who are they?

"This kid is a bit ugly..."

"Newborn children are so wrinkled."

“Just grow up….”

One by one, he had never heard of it, but naturally he understood it sounded in his ears.

He turned his neck hard and looked at it. It was a woman leaning against the bed, full of fatigue and loving face.

"Dalang is looking at me!"

The woman smiled weakly and looked at the man:

"Wulang, you haven't named your child yet."

"Where can't name a few words? When I save some money, I'll ask a gentleman to name a little."

The man hesitated for a moment and said:

"Now, let's call Dalang first, Wu Dalang..."

‘Wu Dalang……’

His spirit was filled with a hint of sleepiness and he fell asleep.

...........

The only thing that can break the mind is not only pain, there are many ways to do it.

Deep in the dark soul, Taoist map blooms like water.

An Qisheng slowly flipped a white jade-like scroll in his hand. As his thoughts turned, the pictures in the scroll continued to change.

With his current spiritual realm, it is not enough to outline a perfect world.

In fact, even the former Medieval Sky is not enough to outline a complete world.

Medicada also knew this, so he just outlined a blood sea hell, and tortured the enemy's spiritual spirit simply and roughly.

If the enemy collapses, he will take advantage of the situation and rewrite his soul and tamper with his memory.

Even if the enemy has survived it, it will inevitably suffer an indelible heavy blow.
To be continued...