Nine days alone

It took 20 years to rush from the first level of Nirvana to the fifth level of Nirvana. If others knew it, they would be shocked.

"It took me 20 years to comprehend about three-tenths of it. If this continues, I'm afraid it will take nearly a hundred years to fully comprehend the 54 murals on the fourth floor," Fang Zhong shook his head depressedly, lamenting, if Guang Daozi knew In his current state, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

At the beginning, Guang Daozi estimated that it would take him 200 years, but now his speed is twice as fast as Guang Daozi expected, which can be said to be very good.

However, Fang Zhong was not satisfied, he needed time and couldn't afford it.

"Time," Fang Zhong sighed, closed his eyes, and sank into the practice again. This time, all his spiritual consciousness rushed out of his body, and rushed into the 54 murals.

He has worked hard, and he absolutely must fully comprehend the 54 murals on the fourth floor within a hundred years, otherwise he will not have enough time to wait until he reaches the fifth floor.

He still wants to go out, he still wants to go home to see his parents and sister, and he also wants to find Lin Yan... If he is trapped here for hundreds of years, it will be too late for him to go out.

At the same time, in a courtyard in the city of God.

People from the Divine Spear Sect, the Divine Sword Sect, and the Xuanming Palace unexpectedly gathered together and divided into three camps, as if they were discussing something.

"I believe that everyone has understood the meaning of calling everyone here. This time it is not about my Shenjianmen family, but our three families together." The Supreme Elder of Shenjianmen stood up and said: "This time, we must Catch Fang Zhong and never let him escape again."

"Well, as long as Fang Zhong can be caught, everything is easy to talk about," the Supreme Elder of the Gunslinger Sect gritted his teeth, he could be said to be ruthless to Fang Zhong.

"I have no objection," the grand elder of Xuanming Palace nodded, and looked at the Shenqiang Gate and the Supreme Elder of the Divine Sword Gate with some anxiety, and said, "It's just that the method of benefit distribution after Fang Zhong is killed is hopeful." Remember, everyone, don’t forget everything when you see the treasure.”

"Please don't worry about this, each of our three factions will send a person to keep the treasures we have seized. Anyone who wants to steal the other two parties can jointly kill them," said the Supreme Elder of the Divine Sword Sect.

"Row,"

"it is good,"

Divine Sword Sect, Divine Spear Sect, Xuanming Palace, the elders of the three great Taoist sects met in a hurry and then separated, secretly preparing for the plan.

And at this time, not only them, people from other forces were also thinking in their hearts, wanting to catch Fang Zhong and snatch his treasures.

Back then, Fang reappeared, broke through the realm, and attracted the power of the stars to penetrate the sky. The movement was so great that no one didn't know it, but when people arrived, he had disappeared, making those who wanted to catch him beat their chests and stamp their feet. I was so annoyed that I didn't give up on Fang Zhong's search all these years.

However, Fang Zhong has always been in the nine-story pavilion, how could they find it.

Time flies by, and it is ten years in a blink of an eye...

On this day, Fang Zhong, who was sitting cross-legged on the fourth floor of the nine-story pavilion, comprehending the murals, suddenly twitched his eyelashes, and the golden consciousness between his brows surged violently.

"Hey, this is..." Fang Zhong only felt that his spiritual consciousness was out of control all of a sudden, like a flood pouring down, gushing out from the center of his eyebrows, condensing into a ball in the void The golden halo, dripping and turning, faintly caused spatial fluctuations.

You know, he is now in the nine-story pavilion, and the space in the nine-story pavilion is very stable. If you want to make the space here fluctuate, even Fang Zhong needs to make a move with all his strength.

But now, just the emergence of the divine consciousness caused fluctuations in the surrounding space, which surprised Fang Zhong a little.

The golden halo became more and more intense, condensing together to form a golden halo.

The golden halo was brilliant and dazzing, growing bigger and smaller for a while, as if it had its own spirituality, contracting and expanding with Fang Zhong's breathing.

"This golden halo..." Fang Zhong's heart twitched, and the golden halo flowed back immediately, spinning between his brows.

"This is the power of my spiritual consciousness, which has been condensed into a substance." Fang Zhong was taken aback. His own spiritual consciousness has reached such a level, it's unbelievable, and there are not many masters in the realm of heaven and man. Spiritual consciousness can reach his current level of solidification.

After being surprised, Fang Zhong became happy. Such a concentration of spiritual consciousness meant that the attack power was stronger, so he began to try to use the divine consciousness attack magic.

"Changeling,"

With a soft shout, a golden halo suddenly parted, and a small three-inch long sword was condensed in the void. The sharp light of the sword can penetrate the soul of a person.

Seeing the little golden sword twirling in front of him, Fang Zhong smiled triumphantly.

"This thing is as good as my Purple Lotus Demon Fire, and it's even more useful than the Purple Lotus Demon Fire. Divine consciousness is illusory, invisible, invisible, killing people invisible."

Consciousness is invisible and invisible, and it is impossible to defend against. It is definitely a killing move, especially when facing opponents weaker than yourself. The magic is too strong, it is definitely a nightmare for the enemy.

The golden halo is intertwined, and there is no end to it. Layers of golden powers of spiritual thoughts are intertwined, shrinking for a while, and expanding for a while.

Finally, after an explosion, the golden halo completely dissipated.

At the place where the halo dissipated, a golden diamond-shaped crystal as crystal clear appeared, but it was the size of a soybean, but it exuded a palpitating aura.

An inexplicable feeling rose from Fang Zhong's heart. At this moment, without using other words, everything was clear in his heart.

With a move of mind, a ray of energy rushed out of the golden crystal, turned into a small sword, pierced into the void with a chirping sound, tore a small hole in the void, and then disappeared.

Only after seeing this scene did Fang Zhong laugh. The excitement in his heart was uncontrollable, even more exciting than his breakthrough to Nirvana.

Over the past few decades, he has been silently comprehending the murals, sinking his mind into them. It can be said that his mind is being tempered every moment, and his mind (spiritual consciousness) has become stronger and stronger invisibly. , has already surpassed the level that a master in the Nirvana realm should have, and even surpassed many masters in the realm of heaven and man.

The so-called quantitative change leads to qualitative change. When Fang Zhong's spiritual consciousness is strong enough, the qualitative change occurs.

Just now, his sea of ​​divine consciousness between eyebrows, which was originally as vast as the coast, was drained, and all the power of spiritual consciousness was condensed into this diamond-shaped crystal.

The diamond-shaped crystal was no bigger than a bean, but Fang Zhong couldn't help being shocked by the power contained in it. The energy at this level was far beyond his own.

"brush,"

The rhomboid crystals merged into Fang Zhong's eyebrows, and at the same time, Fang Zhong felt that the world in front of him had become a little different.

I can't tell where it's different, but I just feel that the world in front of me is different and seems to have become more colorful.

"Just kidding, there is nothing in this pavilion except for the murals. Where is the colorfulness?" Fang Zhong was stunned for a while, thinking that he had hallucinated, but when he looked again, he realized that it was not an illusion at all. The world in front of him was really real. has become somewhat different from before.

"It seems... the world has become clearer and more layered," Fang Zhong muttered to himself, startled all of a sudden.

The world was originally three-dimensional, but now he can see the sense of hierarchy, which is really weird.

"No, it's not what I saw with my eyes," Fang Zhong finally realized after careful observation several times, "To be precise, I didn't see it directly with my eyes, but through my divine sense. The world seen by the naked eye is different, much clearer and more refined.”

This discovery made Fang Zhong ecstatic, because he thought of a question, now that his spiritual sense is so powerful, if he can analyze the murals on the Avenue of Killing with his current spiritual sense, will he be able to get twice the result with half the effort?

As soon as he thought of it, Fang Zhong began to try to control the golden crystal between his eyebrows.

With a move of his mind, a stream of cool energy flowed out from the golden crystals, not passing through his eyes, but spreading out naturally in all directions.

In an instant, everything around him was reflected in Fang Zhong's mind, wooden tables and chairs, exquisite and mysterious murals, mottled walls...

Things that were originally ordinary became different under Fang Zhong's spiritual glance, as if looking at things from another world, very novel.

When he restrained his divine sense and moved towards a mural, his divine sense was shocked first, and then merged into it.

With the incorporation of spiritual thoughts, Fang Zhong seemed to have entered the mural with the spiritual thoughts, and every stroke in the murals, every bit of it, naturally appeared in his heart.

"Okay, that's great," Fang Zhong yelled excitedly, his mind retreated all of a sudden, he just merged into the mural, which has never happened before.

The murals contain the imprint of the Great Dao, and the speed of observation and comprehension alone is naturally very slow, but if the divine sense is integrated into it to appreciate the most original charm of the Dao, the speed will be much faster.

This is like a martial arts practitioner, at a high level of cultivation, he always emphasizes that there is no move to win, and what he cares about is not the move but a kind of artistic conception.

Now that Fang Zhong's spiritual thoughts have been integrated into the murals, he has experienced the most original charm of the Dao of Killing Life, and then he will study and analyze the murals. Naturally, the result will be twice the result with half the effort.

The so-called murals are actually just a medium to carry the Dao of Killing Life. Fang Zhong went beyond the medium and directly explored the original charm of the Dao of Killing Life. This is a perfect opportunity for him, and it can save a lot of time. Directly pointing to the source, accessible and carefree.

Closing his eyes, he sank into cultivation again with a smile on his face.