Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 422
But even so, it is still reduced by one grid every year, and no matter whether his soul increases or not, the grid of the yarrow bracelet will not increase.

And in the previous battle in Qiushui, he exhausted all his soul in one breath, and the grid on the yarrow bracelet was exhausted, but he didn't lose his soul immediately.

This seemed to tell him that his lifespan must be 40 years, which cannot be reduced or increased.

Even if he exhausted his soul ahead of time, he would still live in another attitude.

It's a scary idea, but one that Li Yunsheng doesn't feel is entirely impossible.

All of the above are Li Yunsheng's views on time not long ago.

But just today, after answering that Di Kui, and thinking about his ten years in this twilight forest, he suddenly discovered that this time has nothing to do with him just this chasing relationship.

Just now, he used his human-like memory to quickly flow through his mind bit by bit what he had experienced in Twilight Forest in the past ten years.

When he jumped the ten years in his mind year by year, he suddenly discovered an incredible thing.

He found that every year he passed, whether it was his understanding of Daozang that he had read in his mind, or his understanding of Qiushuijianjue, Xingyunbu and even Tiger Fist, he grew like a jump.

Just like the discovery of the secret of Hell's ghost art, when he thought about it carefully, it stands to reason that no matter how amazing his talent is, it would be impossible to crack the secret method of Hell that took nearly a hundred years and nearly a thousand years to pass down in ten years.

Suddenly, he suddenly felt that he might not understand himself at all.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered his own chess game.

He had never delved into the matter of playing chess by himself before, but now that he thinks about it carefully, how can a person who has not been instructed by a famous teacher, and has not played chess on the board for many years, how can he be born to know how to play against so many masters?

It may be a fan of the authorities. Li Yunsheng has never thought about this issue before, and he just takes everything for granted.

"It's not like learning, it's not like training, it's more like...inheritance."

He thought with some astonishment.

"Although time is constantly chasing me, it is also constantly breaking the seal on my body, or instilling pieces of inheritance into my brain and body silently. "

Li Yunsheng stood up slowly.

"The inheritance of possible power, isn't this a talent that only the monsters and demons have? I'm just... an ordinary person."

He frowned and whispered.

When he said the words "ordinary people", he obviously lacked confidence.

Suddenly he remembered the "Evil Monk" who had appeared in his dream, and remembered a word that was mentioned more than once by the monks of the Immortal League - "Evil Factor".

"Am I really the evil factor created by the Guillotine Alliance in the rumors?"

he thought blankly.

For ordinary cultivators, the thoughts in Li Yunsheng's mind at this moment may be enough to collapse their Dao heart.

But Li Yunsheng calmed down more and more.

"No, I'm not that evil factor."

Li Yunsheng shook his head and said, he has learned a lot about evil factors from the memories of some monks in Xianmeng and Hell, as well as the memory fragments of the ghost king in Xiyu.

The so-called evil factor is actually a kind of puppet created by the Guillotine League with "resentment". Its predecessor is the devil's embryo of the demon race, but it uses resentment instead of turbidity.

And this resentment power is a kind of power refined by the Guillotine Union, which is completely different from spiritual energy and turbid energy.

The terrifying thing about this kind of power is that it can even completely ignore the aptitude of the immortal veins, allowing an ordinary person to directly possess the power of a cultivator.

Not to mention that most of these evil factors are controlled by resentment and cannot have their own consciousness.

Just talking about the fact that they can only use "resentment power" does not match Li Yunsheng's situation at this time, because Li Yunsheng's own practice is still relying on aura instead of resentment power.

He doesn't even know what resentment is, how to refine it, and how to use it.

"It can only be that my curse has something to do with this evil factor, or the decapitated leader who created this evil factor."

Li Yunsheng thought of the evil spirit that Xu Honghu drew from his body that day. Now that he thought about it carefully, it was the resentment he had seen in the resentful slaves of the Xianmeng before.

"The Guillotine League was wiped out by the Immortal League back then. It seems that if we want to find out about this matter, we have to go to the Immortal League."

He stretched himself, and let out a long mouthful of dirty air.

After tens of thousands of vicious tempers on Feilai Peak, Li Yunsheng's steadfastness at this time is completely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Even if it is confirmed at this moment that he is really the "evil factor" who is neither human nor ghost, he can still live according to his own will.

In his opinion, his own existence cannot be determined by a simple identity.

"If my lifespan is really locked up, then I, Mu Gusen, have lived a bit extravagantly for the past ten years."

Looking at Feilai Peak in front of him, Li Yunsheng suddenly smiled wryly.

At this time, it was not long before the gate of Mugusen Mountain was opened, but Li Yunsheng never thought that he would be able to go out from there.

In the past ten years, his soul has almost reached the threshold of Siji, and the few unicorn bones in his body have all been lit up, and they have already been filled with true essence, and even several of them have been transformed into the golden true essence again. .

Although he was also curious about the extent of his own strength because he couldn't measure his strength by realm, but even so, he still didn't want to directly take risks to directly compete with Xianmeng and Hell.

In fact, in the past ten years, besides practicing, he has been deducing the matter of dealing with Hell and Immortal League, because with the help of part of the memory of the Ghost King of West Prison, he already has a complete plan in his mind at this moment.

And the prerequisite for the success of this plan is to escape the siege of Xianmeng and Hell Prison and enter Yanzhou.

The only way to enter Yanzhou quietly is behind Feilai Peak.

"Speaking of which, the ten thousand evil thoughts of Feilai Peak should have been seen almost."

Thinking of this, Li Yunsheng went straight to Feilai Peak again, and then sat cross-legged in the old position.

"Let's see what dreams we have tonight."

Li Yunsheng closed his eyes and thought to himself.

For the past ten years, in order to search for the clues of these evil thoughts, he spent almost every night in nightmares.

It was also thanks to his powerful spirit that he was able to guard his Dao heart, and he was able to maintain the gaze of a bystander, watching the scenes of the past amidst those evil thoughts.

Otherwise, feeling other people's past and experiencing other people's life like this for ten years, it is very likely that a cultivator will be deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate himself.

But having said that, observing these evil thoughts has brought Li Yunsheng a lot of benefits.

For example, in his sea of ​​consciousness at this moment, the huge power of the soul that is comparable to the realm of the Supreme Daoist, the huge real energy refined by the Dragon Painting Art that is in operation all the time, and the body that is constantly tempered by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

In addition to these, Li Yunsheng even stole some spells from these ancient spirits.

However, because most of the memories in these thoughts are fragments, these exercises are basically not complete.

"Where is the kid from?"

Just as Li Yunsheng submerged his mind into Feilai Peak, and finally found an idea he hadn't seen before, a cold and majestic voice suddenly poured a plate of ice water on Li Yunsheng's head.

(End of this chapter)