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The road to enlightenment taken by the blood lama is completely different from that of ordinary human monks. In comparison, he is more sensitive to many things.
Not long after he woke up, he realized that a large part of his memory was missing, as if it had been completely erased. He had tried to retrieve the loss before, but when he first woke up, his strength was too weak.
Now that vague familiarity rose again in his heart, and he began to search again.
? Sneak into your heart and dig out the things that once existed but can no longer be recalled.
Soon, he searched all the way and came to the deepest part of his heart, where there was an abyss like returning to ruins.
In the inner world, countless things that feel strange and familiar, condense into light balls that continuously shine on the screen, and fall into the abyss.
This is the heart abyss. In order to ensure enough purity and prevent distracting thoughts from affecting his practice and him, all unimportant distracting thoughts, even past memories, will continuously fall into the heart abyss.
Similarly, what he wants to remember but falls into the abyss of his heart, he must go deep into the abyss of his heart to find it himself.
Standing on the edge of the abyss of heart, thinking that the last time he went down, he was almost swallowed by nothingness, the blood lama still had lingering fears.
But ever since I heard the rumors spread by that strong lunatic, an inexplicable sense of crisis emerged deep in my heart.
Falling into the abyss of the heart, the ball of light that fell with him illuminated the darkness, but as it fell, the brilliance of the ball of light began to become weaker and weaker, and finally completely extinguished, blending into the darkness and disappearing.
The blood lama was also constantly falling, and he could still feel the presence of dull light spheres around him. After an unknown period of time, he couldn't feel anything nearby.
There is only nothingness, the kind of nothingness that makes him feel fear, he has too many missing memories, and he looks at the world itself like looking at flowers in a fog.
Why is there nothingness here, because what he has passed through now is the last reincarnation, the experience in this sea of ??thoughts.
And those things are more thoroughly annihilated than Xinyuan, which is an untouchable power that monks will never be able to match.
He didn't touch everything here rashly, just skipped it, even if he knew, there must be extremely important information in it.
Continuing to sink, vague impressions like ink paintings began to emerge. These impressions, like freehand paintings, were broken into countless fragments, and continued to be broken here until they turned into dust and finally completely annihilated.
Following his previous experience, he chose a direction.
He saw a toothless smile on a fragment, and the fragment continued to shatter in an instant, and the feeling that emerged in his heart became stronger and stronger, and the same kind of fragments began to attract him.
He was able to recover. The owner of this smile has made great contributions. Most of the strength needed in the early stage of the condensed blood lama comes from this person.
A little monk named Qin Yang.
There are more and more fragments, but they are not systematic. On a broken picture, a terrible nothingness emerges, as if being suppressed in the void.
More and more fragments came from the power of transforming sentient beings, and his thoughts began to bless him. He felt that this time, he might find more information
In the gray world of never-ending gray blizzard, hundreds of phantom screens surrounded the body of the killer Qin Yang. His hands turned into phantoms, and the information on the hundreds of screens slid down like a waterfall.
Suddenly, the killer Qin Yang paused slightly. He raised his head expressionlessly and looked at the mountain in the center of the world.
Only half of that building is located in the gray world, and the upper half has already surpassed the giant peak of the gray world.
This mountain represents the existence of Emperor Ying.
And the existence of Emperor Ying is difficult for him.
The subtle sense of peeping keeps passing by, and the frequency is getting higher and higher.
Peeping from outside the world.
Killer Qin Yang's thinking speed began to be accelerated to the extreme, he stepped out in one step, and appeared halfway up that mountain peak, and here was already the top of the gray world.
The fleeting sense of peeping is particularly obvious here.
In an instant, it was as if it had been extended for a full cup of tea. He could feel the most subtle details, which were constantly enlarged and elongated to sense.
Killer Qin Yang pushed his glasses with a cold expression.
A small notebook flew over and recorded automatically.
"bigAs we move forward, we find more and more, and even through the fragments that have been turned into powder, we can piece together a half-complete picture.
Suddenly, he caught something, and the fragment emerged. This is the clearest fragment, but the half face inside is obviously not Qin Yang.
The blood lama constantly sensed the homogeneous content, forcibly captured the fragments, and after exhausting his efforts, he finally pieced together a relatively complete picture.
Inside was a man with a high and majestic aura, his eyes were extremely indifferent, as if seeing an ant that could be crushed to death easily, an ant that attracted his attention.
There was thunder in a silent place. At this moment, the blood lama felt the thunder in his mind, as if something was waking up, and a new induction appeared.
Accompanied by the fragments he received, within the fragments, a seed put together by the blood lama began to take root and sprout, and after growing continuously, it withered and dissipated, leaving only a fleeting thought in the end.
The moment it appeared, it disappeared without a trace.
However, the blood lama keenly captured this idea.
He felt a sense of surprise that he had peeped into the big secret, and he began to peek along with this idea, but this time the target was changed to this somewhat strange man.
He followed the guidance he sensed before and walked all the way.
It seemed as if he had already met the man's eyes
In the extreme east, Emperor Ying, who was standing on the edge of Guixu, suddenly opened his eyes.
After he felt it carefully, he closed his eyes, sank into the bottom of his heart, and captured the fleeting sense of peeping.
This kind of peeping, which he can instantly distinguish, is not the peeping of that kind of eyes, but another kind of peeping that is more clever, but the target is also more precise.
In Nianhai's world, someone knew of his existence, was still looking for him, and spied on him.
Emperor Ying's physical body stood in place, but his thoughts had already left his own world, following the direction of induction, and stepping into nothingness
I don't know how long it took, the blood lama was startled and angry, and the other party responded to his peeping, indicating that the other party was in the sea of ??thoughts.
He went all the way.
And Emperor Ying finally locked on who the peeping person was, and walked all the way in nothingness.
The two sides were attracted to each other, using the bridge built by the killer Qin Yang as the road, and finally in that emptiness, consciousness collided together.
In nothingness, the figure of the blood lama condensed and turned into a Buddha with a kind face and a tall hat.
And Emperor Ying also condensed his figure, his face was majestic and tough, his eyes were cold, as if everything he saw was not worth a second look.
The eyes of the two swept across the void, where there was a world that merged into the void and was shrouded in black.
However, their gazes did not pause at all, and after sweeping across, they seemed to have not seen or sensed it.
This is what the killer Qin Yang relies on.
The purest confrontation of consciousness is enough for him to complete this small move at home.
When being a referee, lead two people into the field, but they will directly ignore the existence of the referee and the field.
They can see and feel, but neither the process nor the result will appear in their consciousness.
It is equivalent to the sense of existence of the venue, which is completely deprived.
When the referee and the field are lost, and the bridge process in the middle is omitted, the nature of this matter will completely change.
From Lama Xue's point of view, when he was excavating the memory of Qin Youde, he unearthed a Emperor Ying whom he did not know at all and had no dealings with.
When looking for Qin Youde, he ran into Emperor Ying.
This is a bit subtle.
On Emperor Ying's side, it was the easiest. He felt that someone was peeping, so he peeked in the opposite direction and saw the blood lama.
The process suddenly became very simple.
The collision of consciousness appeared in the void.
The blood lama didn't remember Emperor Ying, but deep down in his heart, there was a terrible obsession, which suddenly emerged, and endless malice gushed out like a tide.
The blood lama understood that last time, he suffered a big loss at the hands of this person.
However, Emperor Ying felt the malice and his expression was cold. He didn't remember the blood lama, but he could feel from the malice buried in his heart that he might have killed the great monk last time.
In an instant, Emperor Ying lost his interest.
How can you speak bravely when you are defeated.
The confrontation of consciousness is not enough for him to obliterate the opponent, so it is meaningless to keep it.
Emperor Ying glanced at the blood lama indifferently, turned around and left without saying a word.
All of a sudden, the malice and resentment that had been bred in the blood lama's heart by that undisguised contempt completely exploded.
His face was ferocious, his eyes were blood red, and thunder roared all over his body. A word emerged from the bottom of his heart, choked in his throat, and after a breath, it turned into furious thunder and spewed out.
"Emperor Ying, you coward!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)Means nothing.
Emperor Ying glanced at the blood lama indifferently, turned around and left without saying a word.
All of a sudden, the malice and resentment that had been bred in the blood lama's heart by that undisguised contempt completely exploded.
His face was ferocious, his eyes were blood red, and thunder roared all over his body. A word emerged from the bottom of his heart, choked in his throat, and after a breath, it turned into furious thunder and spewed out.
"Emperor Ying, you coward!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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