Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

Hatred is deeply buried, they do not have the compassionate mood and cannot be saved.

Chapter 473: Locking Heart Style Makes Another Merit

After a tentative move, Xiaoyaozi in mid-air said with some surprise: "Merciful state of mind?"

It is not easy to comprehend the artistic conception. It requires deep enough experience and understanding. After these understandings come together, you can find a touch of emotion deep in your soul.

As far as he knew, Jiang Weichen had already comprehended the state of mind of killing and the state of mind of withering and flourishing, but he did not expect that he had now comprehended the state of mind of compassion.

Moreover, this state of compassion is surprisingly not weak, and has already reached the level of entering the second level.

Although he was surprised, Xiaoyaozi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Jiang Weichen, it's ridiculous that you are so talented, but you have gone astray. Instead of studying your own artistic conception, you study the artistic conception of others.

I guess you're attracted by the Mercy Realm's method of enslaving people, and you also want to do what Murong Longcheng did?"

"Haha, converting and enslaving others is a Buddhist method. I no longer care about it now."

He did not spend too much time comprehending the state of compassion, he just absorbed and digested Murong Longcheng's insights.

Apart from the time when he went to Daxiangguo Temple to translate the "Shenzu Sutra", he had never studied Buddhist scriptures much.

But after receiving Murong Longcheng's memories, he made up for this shortcoming. Murong Longcheng's decades of Buddhist insights finally became his foundation.

Now his understanding of Buddhist scriptures is no less than that of many eminent monks present.

When the monks below heard Jiang Weichen's words, they were furious for a moment, but they were afraid of angering this evil star, so they could only pray in their hearts that he and Xiaoyaozi would die together.

"Hmph, a Grand Master is just a Grand Master after all. You want to kill me? It's wishful thinking." He had already tested Jiang Weichen's realm.

"Kung Fu only represents realm, not strength. The test is over, and you are not much stronger than me."

After Jiang Weichen finished speaking, the deepest understanding of the artistic conception of withering and flourishing was released.

The place where the two of them were located fell into a state of half-decay and half-thriving. Jiang Weichen's momentum suddenly reached its peak, but Xiaoyaozi's body was shaking, and he seemed a little unstable.

Before Xiaoyaozi could even react with surprise, he heard Jiang Weichen shout, "The battle has just begun."

Jiang Weichen, whose momentum was at its peak, was approaching with his golden body. He then slapped out with one palm, and blood flames surged into the sky.

Xiaoyaozi quickly released his state of mind and stabilized his body, but it was limited to the area around him.

Xiaoyaozi didn't care about these things. The blood flame was the key to Murong Longcheng's eventual death, so he couldn't be careless.

His body moved with his palm, and the moves he used were exactly the Yangchun Baixue of the Tianshan Six Yang Palm.

The moment the palm was thrown out, a huge white palm force emerged, and the hot weather immediately revealed a chill.

Judging from the power, it seemed that Jiang Weichen was at a disadvantage, but Jiang Weichen was not in a hurry and met the attack with a palm.

The collision of the palms was like the fusion of water and fire, but the result was that the fire was not extinguished and the water was steaming.

"The cold palm power can't extinguish this blood flame?" Xiaoyaozi was stunned.

Jiang Weichen was also stunned. "The effect of Blood Flame Breaking Gang is not as good as I imagined."

The divine sense probed and found that Xiaoyaozi's palm power was instantly amplified countless times. "The essence, energy and spirit are completely unified, indistinguishable from each other, and the artistic conception is also integrated into it."

"Is this magic power?" Jiang Weichen murmured. This can no longer be called a single essence or true essence, but a higher level of energy.

It should not be called magic power. Perhaps when the artistic conception is integrated into it at a deeper level, it may transform into magic power.

When he attacked, his energy and spirit were in harmony and coordinated with each other, exerting power, but it could not reach the level of being indistinguishable from each other.

Xiaoyaozi sneered, "That's all. To think Murong Longcheng could fall for your Blood Flame is a complete waste. You've brought shame upon yourself as a celestial being."

He already understood the characteristics of blood flame burning true energy, but it had little effect on his four-in-one palm power.

Jiang Weichen sneered. Since the blood flame didn't work, he would try another method. It wasn't like he only had one method.

A tremendous spiritual force surged out, and an invisible power permeated the air. Xiaoyaozi suddenly felt a feeling that was even more peaceful and comfortable than facing a compassionate state of mind.

This feeling made him feel relaxed and comfortable, as if he was bathing in a spiritual spring.

"What kind of trick is this?" Xiaoyaozi became alert instantly, but it was too late.

The body is driven by the mind, and the mind is generated by the heart. Use the mind to guide the power of the soul to block the opponent's mind - the heart-locking style!

The heart is the basis for controlling all actions and energy of the body. If the mind cannot be transmitted, no matter how high the skill is, it will be in vain.

While Xiaoyaozi's mind was blocked, a wisp of consciousness from Jiang Weichen's brow quickly entered his body, preventing him from breaking through the blockade with his consciousness.

Murong Longcheng and the high priest both used their spiritual sense to break through his heart-locking technique in critical moments. This is a summary of their experience.

Xiaoyaozi's palm power dissipated, his artistic conception dissipated, and he also lost the ability to stay in the air.

Taking advantage of your illness, I will kill you. In an instant, he shot dozens of finger-force sword auras at the falling Xiaoyaozi.

Finally, a small flying knife instantly appeared in his right hand, and he used the unique force-generating technique and the power of his mind to instantly attack.

Its speed was as fast as lightning. It caught up with the finger force and knife energy in one leap and headed towards Xiaoyaozi's eyebrows.

……

"Xiaoyaozi was defeated?" The Buddhists were delighted.

"The Palace Master was defeated?" The Taoists were surprised.

"Why is it so sudden?" Everyone was puzzled.

They were evenly matched the moment before, but the next moment Xiaoyaozi gave up resistance.

Lin Lingsu frowned. If Xiaoyaozi died, could this debate between Taoism and Buddhism continue?

Looking at Xiaoyaozi, whose face remained expressionless, Lin Lingsu glanced at the Buddhist sect and said sarcastically, "Is this the compassion of Buddhism? Forcibly converting others is your compassion?

The Buddhist concept of compassion is simply a heresy. Everyone, we must eliminate them, and if we cannot eliminate them, we must guide them onto the right path."

Xuan Ji, Ku Rong and the others were stunned when they heard this, wondering, "Is the state of compassion so powerful? Even someone as powerful as Xiao Yaozi can't resist it?"

Hearing the latter part of the sentence, Xuan Ji immediately said, "Donor, I, a Buddhist disciple, have never used such means. You are framing me."

"Humph, that's because you're incompetent."

"..."

Zhao Kuangyin frowned deeply, "What kind of trick is this? How could it make Xiaoyaozi give up resistance in an instant?"

He clearly sensed that this was not a state of compassion, but rather a method of bewitching the soul.

But Xiaoyaozi was obviously at a higher level, so how could he fall into such a trap? Zhao Kuangyin couldn't understand.

Above, the falling Xiaoyaozi had his heart invaded by the power of the mind, but he did not feel uncomfortable. Instead, he felt extremely comfortable, as if he had experienced a baptism.

But the sense of crisis in his heart was becoming more and more intense, reminding him not to indulge.

Countless thoughts were flying around, but there was no response. My thoughts could not be conveyed, and my spiritual consciousness, what I saw with my eyes, and what I felt with my body could not be transmitted. Only the sense of crisis was constantly increasing.

He couldn't control his body and couldn't mobilize his own power.

At the critical moment, the spiritual consciousness surged out of the Niwan Palace, but was slightly blocked by another spiritual consciousness.

All this seemed to have passed for a long time in Xiaoyaozi's heart, but to the outside world, it was only the blink of an eye.

The flying knife had already approached first and pierced the skin between the eyebrows. Made of black iron and with unparalleled speed, the skull between the eyebrows became vulnerable.

Chapter 474 Shattering Mountains and Rivers

A "crack" sound was heard, and the skull between the eyebrows shattered instantly.

The flying knife continued to pierce in, one inch, two inches, three inches, and the Niwan Palace was broken.

Jiang Weichen could clearly feel the spiritual power attached to the flying knife.

"Having learned from the previous two experiences, Xiaoyaozi, whose mind and consciousness were inferior to his, ultimately failed to break through the mental blockade."

The spirit has no thoughts or feelings and is innate, while the mind is acquired. All thoughts and emotions are controlled by the mind.

Perhaps in the future, when one reaches a higher level, the two will be united into one, like the Nascent Soul of an immortal cultivator. Even after it leaves the body, it can still be reborn in another body, and its thoughts, emotions, memories, etc. will remain unchanged.

But Xiaoyaozi has not reached this level yet. Now he needs the cooperation of the two, but his mind is blocked and he cannot control his body. Everything is in vain and Xiaoyaozi is dead.

Jiang Weichen was wondering whether he should absorb him and gain his insights into cultivation like Murong Longcheng.

But I am also afraid that there will be hidden dangers and that the problems cannot be solved in the future.

After thinking about it, he decided to give up. He still had more than two hundred years to live, so he didn't lack that little bit of insight. Xiaoyaozi's inheritance could only reach the peak of the celestial being at most, and even if it could reach the golden elixir, it was just a guess and had not been verified.

But at this moment, when Xiaoyaozi's Niwan Palace was broken, a violent force of spiritual consciousness instantly dispersed his spiritual consciousness.

At the same time, the spiritual power on the flying knife was also forcefully wiped out, and then bounced back.

The power of the mind is wiped out, and the source of the mind is constantly being born. As long as it does not die, it is almost endless.

But that wisp of spiritual consciousness was destroyed, and Jiang Weichen's face suddenly turned pale, and his spiritual consciousness was damaged.

After his soul left his body for tempering, the spiritual consciousness derived from it was actually higher in nature than Xiaoyaozi's, but it was destroyed in an instant, leaving him no time to retract it.

At the same time, the spiritual blockade was also broken by the divine consciousness, and dozens of finger force sword energy entered the body at the same time. Xiaoyaozi roared: "Ah, Jiang Weichen, I want you to die."

Jiang Weichen, with a pale face, forced himself to stand still, looking at Xiaoyaozi below who stopped falling, stood still, and had disheveled hair.

Your body has been pierced by dozens of sword energies, and most importantly, even your Niwan Palace has been broken. I don’t believe you can still turn the tables.

Xiaoyaozi roared and was about to attack when he suddenly felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows. He paused in his thoughts and thought, "My upper dantian is destroyed?"

Feeling that the spiritual consciousness that originally resided in the Niwan Palace had no place to return, it began to disperse.

Xiaoyaozi tried his best to control himself, but it had little effect. Moreover, he felt that as his consciousness dissipated, his memory seemed to be a little confused.

Oh no, the Niwan Palace is the sea of ​​consciousness, the place where the spirit is hidden and nourished. All his life experiences and memories are contained in it. Now it is broken. Not to mention such a serious injury, he may lose his memory soon.

God has no place to live and cannot gather. If he cannot recover, even if he does not die from his injuries, he will eventually become a fool.

"Damn it!" Xiaoyaozi roared and quickly mobilized the power he had cultivated in Changchun Gong to stabilize his injuries.

The power gained from practicing Changchun Gong is also very effective in healing injuries, but unfortunately it cannot restore the Niwan Palace.

Feeling his memory becoming increasingly confused, Xiaoyaozi knew that this was not a place to stay for long. Given the current situation, he would surely die if he continued to stay.

"Jiang Weichen, I will remember today's grudge. If I don't die, I will definitely avenge it." Xiaoyaozi's angry voice sounded, and a shadow of Kunpeng instantly formed around his body.

"Want to run? Wishful thinking!" Jiang Weichen endured the discomfort of his damaged consciousness and suddenly slapped down with his palm.

"One palm shatters mountains and rivers!"