Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 2345
Ning Xia squinted her eyes, trying to mobilize what little attention she had left, intending to catch the enemy's movements.

But the idea is good, but the reality is cruel.I don't know if it was the sweat that blurred her vision, or she was so painful that she lost her visual control at this moment, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch the enemy's attack.

After feeling the murderous spiritual pressure on the opposite side, Ning Xia's mind became very empty for a moment.Her thoughts were chaotic, and deep in her consciousness she wanted to get out of this landslide state, but the weak part of her body and heart kept dragging her back, constantly persuading her to give up sinking.

She was suddenly a little dazed, at this very moment.

Suddenly, a familiar and scorching power burst out from the Lingtai, and spread out instantly, penetrating all limbs and bones. The collapsed mountain was stopped by the powerful burst of power, and Ningxia felt that the lost vitality seemed to flow back in an instant. Quite a lot.

She felt that the surroundings seemed to become very quiet all of a sudden, everything around her seemed to have a distance, and everything became very far away.Heaven and earth, all things, colors and smells, sounds and senses... everything seems to be stripped away in an instant, and the feet have become vain and empty, and there is no real substance.

Is this... is it the feeling of death?
Ningxia didn't know what happened, it seemed that it suddenly became very painful, and it seemed that it suddenly became like this, she knew that something must have happened, and she also knew that she seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, she knew that she should remember Yes, but at this moment she doesn't want to think about anything.

Because the whole person seemed to be pulled out, everything in her subconscious seemed to be quantified into something flowing and intangible in an instant.

But in a moment of thought, her mind seemed to be watching the lights on a horse, and many memory fragments flashed in front of her eyes, all about certain situations that had happened in her life.Some are happy, some are unhappy, some get angry, and some linger and become eternal regrets... Ningxia just watched these clips flowing without emotion, her mood was calm, as if she didn't see anything at all. Not herself but some other strange character in a biography.

But her calm didn't last long, and she finally stopped, resident in a certain long-term segment.

It was a long time ago, and she rarely took the initiative to recall those things about that person.Because although the past makes people feel extremely warm, it also makes people sad for no reason, and the more they think about it, the more regretful it is, but it is useless to think about it.

Although it has been relieved, it is especially regrettable. This is something that cannot be changed no matter what.People instinctively avoid people and things that make them feel painful and heavy, and Ningxia is no exception.

But in this space of fragmented consciousness, Ning Xia forgot to avoid the things she used to avoid.

She knows that she is mediocre, and her bones are a little weak. This is brought about by her nature. No matter how much she changes and how much she goes through, her nature will probably not change.No matter how much modification is made, it is only modification after all, and cannot be attached to the inner essence.

Even if others praise her for being young and promising, and her fellow teachers are pleased with her unlimited growth, only Ning Xia knows that she is still the ordinary modern person from the peaceful era.That's who she really is.

Her childhood education made her believe in the power of technology.So in the world of comprehension, she also practiced formations subconsciously, because in her eyes, refining formations with formations is essentially the ultimate use of "tools".And isn't technology also the ultimate development of utensil culture?
Therefore, from the bottom of her heart, maybe she didn't even realize it herself, she believed in and relied on the array way more, and instead faintly abandoned the original way of cultivating the truth.

And the various adventures that happened later are constantly strengthening and deepening her awareness.Because of being constantly rescued by the formation, and because of the excellent formation, he was able to gain a foothold in the realm of comprehension, and went through one spring after another with the solid company of the formation.Zhendao has become a pilgrimage road on Ningxia's seeking road unconsciously.

This is actually a good thing, she has found her own path, if Ningxia hadn't avoided cultivation itself so much...

It's not that you can't take the way of formation as your own way. After all, there are tens of millions of ways in the world, and everyone may be different. It is impossible for everyone to follow the same way to reach the top.

However, Ningxia often ignores the cultivation itself.You must know that cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals is ultimately about cultivating power. Whether it is the cultivation of formations or the cultivation of alchemy, one must have the strength to be eligible to pursue the Dao. Otherwise, what qualifications does a small practitioner who has not started practicing Qi have the right to talk about Dao.

At this stage, Ningxia should pay more attention to and strengthen its own strength.But she is not like that. Speaking of her cultivation base, she is actually okay, and she is going up level by level, but none of the moves and secret skills are good, and even if she has, it is relatively superficial.

What she pays more attention to in fighting is to shake hard with strength.Coupled with the exquisite array support, there have been no major problems in these years.

But this is not a long-term solution after all.If one day the opponents and enemies she meets don't give her a chance to use the array, and her strength is not as good as others, what can she do then?At the speed of life and death, she can't knock down the opponent with one effort.

Ningxia also knows that her power is like a mirror, a castle in the air, built in illusion, and she wants to change it, but she has been dragging it until today.

She originally wanted to spend a few years in cultivation from the secret realm, so that she could think about it a bit, so that she could really raise her own strength, so that her strength could truly match her cultivation.

I never thought that the plan could not keep up with the changes, and Ningxia could not keep up with the peaceful days.It's not easy to go out to catch up with such a fatal situation.At this moment, it is impossible for her to calm down and ponder the precipitation.

But the road is also made by people, and there is no time to think about it, but she has not forgotten that someone taught her very seriously.

The memory fragments about that person were scattered, many of which were almost blurred, and some even she herself didn't know whether they really existed or not.But there is one sentence she remembers clearly, like the lights in the dark night, flickering in the silence.

"The sword comes from the heart, just like your heart. The direction of the heart is the direction of the sword. The human heart is tied to the sword, and the sword is one, which is the unity of the human and the sword, and great harmony..."

She doesn't have powerful moves, and she doesn't have the strength to match her cultivation, but she has an extremely powerful sword and a heart willing to entrust her spirit sword.

Ningxia's pupils were a piece of flaming red, hanging in the middle of the black pupils, like a submerged glazed flame, as if the whole person was illuminated by two fire lights, exuding an inexplicable emptiness.

The direction of my heart is the direction of the sword... Is it?She murmured unconsciously, and moved her fingertips, as if something jumped into and touched her palm, and the scorching power flowed from the spirit veins and poured into somewhere along the palm.

In an instant, there was a roar.

(End of this chapter)