No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 302 Sword Intent
Knowing God is the optimized Nascent Soul.

It is the embodiment of Ningluo's original Dao.

It is not like Consciousness of the Sea Dharma, which can create molds of various shapes by virtue of the Dao Yun between heaven and earth.

Rather, it is the true form of mimicry cultivated by Ning Luo's understanding of the path of cultivation that is enough to achieve enlightenment.

Neither virtual nor real, can be revealed or concealed.

It can not only recognize the spirit to attack, but also connect the Dao pattern and activate the spell.

But now, it is a piece of the puzzle of Ning Luo Shendao.

Because this is the gray abyss, the narrow space between emptiness and reality, and it is originally a nihilistic world created by the divine consciousness and the Dao.

That being the case, the so-called heaven is naturally no longer an intracranial box garden, but a world that can truly manifest.

This is also the true meaning of "dream" in the mouth of the false god.

When the so-called eternal dream is stripped of its veil of pretense, the false god who once turned the sky with his hands no longer has any mystery.

Everything was shrouded in a mist of emptiness, like carbon dioxide dispersed on the stage, engulfing the battlefield that was originally a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Treat it as day, and shut it up as night.

The capital is Xuansha, and the shadow of the candle is shining.

When the sun-swallowing candle dragon tore through the void and appeared in front of the false god.

For the first time she felt a shudder.

Because this is the meaning beyond her cognition, it is the world in her memory, a higher realm that has not been touched until it perishes!

The false god's cheeks trembled, and even the delicate face that copied the saint's face showed a faint tendency to tear.

She clenched her fists tremblingly, puzzled in her heart.

"This kind of Taoism has surpassed the ordinary Taoism."

"It is impossible for a creature who can reach this step when he just entered the Tao not to know the laws of this world."

"Why does he still do this futile and senseless resistance?"

The false god can't understand Ning Luo's choice, because in her view, what Ning Luo is doing now is meaningless.

Perhaps this is a lowly creature.

Even though Ning Luo seems to have demonstrated strength beyond cognition in this dimension, he is just an ignorant and fearless low-dimensional ant after all.

While the false god was thinking, Kuroshio's wild instinct had already driven her to react.

The infinite spiritual consciousness merged into the body of the holy beast, and then evolved into different dao aggregates.

This is the strong smell of corruption mixed with those Dao aggregates, as if it has been rotting for hundreds of millions of years, and even nourished a thick layer of black fungus.

The blurred gray-black light spots covered the appearances of the holy beasts of the seven races, causing them to swell and distort them, and then they became bloated, paradoxical, and no longer looked like normal creatures.

The alien sacred beast opened its huge mouth covered with plaque, and let out a heart-piercing roar at Candle Dragon!
Ning Luo raised his right hand, his consciousness surged, he clasped his palms, and recited in a low voice: "Mingxi."

As soon as the words fell, a colorful sea of ​​stars evolved in the vast fog, and the moonlight and stars scattered all over the sky and merged into the black scales of the candle dragon.

Dots of bright light shone on the pitch-black scales, and then gathered into Candle Dragon's mouth like a circuit, converging into a dense mass of blue-black light.

Like a black hole surrounded by brilliant stars.

Countless light spots wanted to escape from the black mist, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break free.

Candle Dragon's gaze remained calm, as if he didn't care about the beasts roaring towards him.

Breathing out slowly, it multiplied rapidly like a creep until it swallowed up the seven strange beasts.

All the sarcomas that proliferated on the alien beast's body burst, and the abscesses all over the body dried up and scabbed over.

When the breath passed by, the movement of the strange beast stopped suddenly.

As if eroded by the years, they let the blue-black light spots occupy their entire bodies until they disintegrated into ashes in the sky.

With one hand behind his back, Ning Luo looked at the false god with great interest: "Can you answer my question now?"

The false gods did not answer.

She just knew that Ning Luo's background at the level of Taoism has far surpassed any creature in her impression who has touched the Dao!

Whether it is the world she once belonged to, or other memories wandering in the Kuroshio.

This is an almost perfect entrant.

It is even expected to tear up the rules of the sky and replace the innate law of the great way.

The pseudo-god's pupils trembled uncontrollably, but Kuroshio wouldn't, and shouldn't be afraid.

After the momentary shock, the rushing desire that replaced it was the desire to try to hold Ning Luo in his arms and merge with the Kuroshio!

A morbid flush appeared on the false god's face.

Her skin gradually festered, and then melted into rancid minced meat.

Outside the Heavenly Court, the white jade temple gradually collapsed, and even the gray treachery of the whole treacherous realm turned into gray-black muddy quicksand, all of which gathered towards the body of the false god.

The void shattered, and the black mist poured in like a torrent.

The limbs of the false god twisted and twisted in an instant, and strange animal-shaped limbs emerged from the broken bone.

Ning Luo frowned regretfully, and said in a low voice, "Tsk."

It seems that by asking, there is no way to get an answer from Kuroshio.

Ning Luo looked at the ferocious beast rising from the black mist.

It was an aggregation of seven holy beasts after their escapism, and even seemed to be mixed with the remains of infinite creatures, with countless dull gray pupils and skinny arms covered with sores.

Ning Luo now roughly understands something.

From the counterfeit Xiao Wang, to the emperor of the ancient times, and then to the false god of the underworld
It seems that the form of filth is related to their own memories and desires, like something buried deep in their will, maybe like a soul?
That kind of matter or energy expands disorderly under the action of the Kuroshio, and at the same time, it solidifies its existence with the Kuroshio quality that is neither virtual nor real, and provides a nearly endless body.

Thus forming the so-called filth.

Ning Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking in his heart: "Since the memory of the false god covers the seven major tribes, it means that she knows everything about that world. So, the false god itself may be the dead Heavenly Dao?"

Ning Luo guessed so.

Although there was no reason, he vaguely felt that maybe even if one world fell in the end, the way of heaven might not be completely destroyed.

Just like what is said in the Taoist scriptures: "There is a mixture of things, and they are born innately. If you are lonely and lonely, you can be independent without changing, and you can travel around without dying. You can be the mother of the world."

The root of all things is the way of heaven, but when everything is destroyed, the way of heaven still exists forever.

It's just that the way of heaven at that time was affected by some external force or restriction, which made him lose the restraint of the general principles of heaven, and thus became a disordered way of death.

The speculation is not without reason.

Because according to Ning Luo's cognition, order and disorder are eternal topics that are inevitably involved in most works throughout the ages.

Not to mention that it is the way to follow the principles of the sky.

If the way of heaven is reversed, maybe it will look like the Kuroshio?

But in this case, there is still one thing that cannot be explained.

That is the will of the Kuroshio.

What exactly is the Kuroshio trying to do?Why does it want to encroach on the world?Does it know that it has a real leader?

Ning Luo didn't know.

He didn't even know why the world he had experienced would be eroded by the Kuroshio.

And whether there is any connection between the black currents of these worlds.

But in short, the Kuroshio is closely related to the collapse of the heavens, which is the information Ning Luo can confirm.

Ning Luo stroked his chin, as if he didn't pay attention to the ever-expanding deformed beast in front of him.

No matter how powerful the Kuroshio is, it is meaningless, because its essence is Tao.

Now Ning Luo already knew that although the Kuroshio seemed invincible, its strength had an upper limit.

This upper limit is related to its original memory and the current world.

"pity."

"Your strength comes from Cang Ming's Taoism and the old memories of the troubled times of the seven clans."

"But my realm has already surpassed the upper limit of the two."

Ning Luo raised his head, thinking that perhaps he hadn't seen the scariest black tide yet.

Because he suddenly had an idea.

What if no one came to Cangming to help?

The Kuroshio will devour Cangming, thus becoming more powerful, and then pour into the next helpless world, drowning all phenomena like destruction.

How powerful will the Kuroshio become if pieces of heaven and earth are encroached like this?

I am afraid that any cultivator living in Little Garden, with their poor vision, will not be able to block the Kuroshio in the slightest.

Even Ning Luo frowned, and his thoughts further developed: "If there is a man of destiny and a knowledgeable traveler who comes to Cangming, but he loses to the false god, and his memory and Dao fruit are all absorbed by the black tide, then... "

The consequences are unimaginable!

Whether things will really develop into such a desperate situation is not a question that Ning Luo should think about now.

Because the treachery of false gods is almost complete.

Ning Luo raised his head, looked at the huge monster in front of him, stared at the bloated and festering mass of flesh, and then showed a contemptuous expression.

This is the Heavenly Court, his secret cave.

Such disgusting filth appeared in his own cave, which made Ning Luo really feel a little nauseous.

His eyes were getting colder, and he didn't intend to continue fighting with the Kuroshio any longer.

But there was one more thing he wanted to test.

That's something he hasn't had time to try in the world of dust, Daoyi.

There is enough research material at hand.

Ning Luo unlocked the sword intent very early, but at first it was just a destiny that he couldn't control.

The sword intent was hidden in the sternum, and whenever Ning Luo urged it, it would become scorching hot, and even the sharpness of the sword intent would destroy his physical body.

At that time, Ning Luo was not yet able to use this to judge the true content of the Dao, but only knew that this thing was related to his understanding of the Dao, and also had a certain relationship with the spiritual consciousness, and the bones were closely related to the essence
Not long ago, Ning Luo saw that the sword master's sword code ended with meaning, and learned that the sword master's identity was the revived Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang was born in the abyss of dust, no matter what he got from the resurrection, at least his Taoism must be closely related to qi refining.

Combined with the theory of Zangxiang, and Ning Luo's latest conclusion.

"The spleen hides the meaning."

"The spleen is the center of the five viscera, and the post station of the spirit, energy, and spirit."

"According to the theory of Zangxiang, the bones are related to the kidneys and viscera, and are inseparable from the essence. In addition, when the sword is activated, it needs to consume a lot of spiritual consciousness."

Then the answer is obvious.

Therefore, meaning is the product of the movement and transformation of essence, energy and spirit in the spleen and fu organs.

Ning Luo raised his hand, and the three elements in his spleen and viscera gathered together, and then transformed into a spirit sword.

When that grotesque beast suddenly fell!
Ning Luo just raised his hand slightly.

However, click!
The sword is broken.

Ning Luo looked a little surprised, seeing the unstoppable physical body of the false god, crushing down like a crushing one.

He suddenly understood.

"Yes, I don't need this false sword at all."

"This is meaning, and meaning should be invisible."

"ended."

(End of this chapter)