square inch kill

Chapter 231 Power of Mind!
30 days!
It’s actually not long to say, but everyone who knows what the path to nothingness means can’t help being moved, even shocked.

"It's been 30 days, even you and I have given up, but he actually came out, tell me, is there any handwriting of the emperor?"

In the void, the vague blood shadow asked in a hoarse voice.

"I said no, do you believe it?" With a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, King Xu asked casually.

"I don't believe it." Shaking his head, the Emperor Sword is beside Fang Cun, and this is probably the biggest reason why the Necromancer dared him to venture into the void.After all, today's Fangcun is very important, and the ancient killing field is opened again. If Fangcun dies, there will be a lot of trouble.

"I hope he came out by himself. Although he is destined to be just a puppet, if he is too weak, he may not be able to do that." Shaking his head slightly, King Xu said softly, "We have waited too long."

After a long silence, the blood shadow next to him said slowly, "You should go."

The road to nothingness was opened by King Xu, and now he is naturally in charge. He naturally has to continue to arrange for Fangcun to walk out of the road to nothingness. For them, a kid who only has the ground level is too weak.

"Okay!" With a casual smile, King Xu shook his head slightly, stepped into the void with one step, and lost his trace in an instant, "Then I will give him another fortune."

.........

Excessive exhaustion of the mind may sound troublesome.In fact, as long as there is no knot in the heart, it is just a matter of getting a good night's sleep.

After lying on the spot and sleeping for a day and a night, Fang Cun woke up without any external help, stood up from the ground with his hands slightly supported, and looked at his hands confidently, and then he was completely relieved.

"Shina Fanghua, 30 years is just a short time, is this the road to nothingness?" Sighing, he sucked with one hand, and the emperor sword on the ground next to him suddenly bounced and easily jumped into the square-inch palm.

By now, Fang Cun naturally understands that the so-called road to nothingness is absolutely a terrifying torture of the soul.

Others may not understand it, but as a disciple of Fangcunshan, he knows better than anyone how terrifying the power of the mind is.

The existence of the Road to Nothingness simply does not tolerate any opportunism. Only by relying on one's own strength can the soul be transformed. Otherwise, if one uses external force, even if one escapes, one will leave an indelible mark on the bottom of one's heart. .

It may be difficult for you to feel such a flaw on weekdays, and even if you change someone else, even if you step into the heavenly rank, you will not feel any abnormality.

However, Fang Cun is very clear about what a flaw in the mind means. To put it lightly, he will lose the qualification to master the power of the mind forever from now on. If it is more serious, when he encounters danger, the possibility of breaking the limit is almost the same as zero.

The most important thing is that once you meet someone who has spiritual power, relying on this flaw can even kill you instantly, without even a chance to fight back.

To use a popular analogy, we all use computers. No matter how much you update your hardware and software, once a back door is left behind, for those who know it, they can seize control of your computer with just a flick of a finger.

The loopholes in the soul are similar to this kind of back door, and such a back door cannot be eliminated at all.

There was a gleam of coldness in his eyes, and there was an intuitive judgment in the instinctive square inch that the Necromancer did it on purpose. According to the Necromancer's arrangement, he just wanted to use the Emperor Sword under the oppression of the road to nothingness, and leave a mark in his heart. Under the flaw.

In other words, the Necromancer also holds the power of the mind?
Just thinking about such a thought makes Fang Cun feel chills all over his body.

In the words of the old man, only when Fangcun disciples have truly mastered the power of the mind can they truly enter the house. During the peak period of Fangcun Mountain, those strong men were in this state.

How big is the heart, how strong is the strength!
The current square inch is naturally far from reaching that state, but if you think about it, you should know what a terrifying state it is!

Originally, in Fang Cun's mind, even though the Necromancer Emperor was terrifyingly strong, he hadn't reached that level yet, but now, such a conjecture has sounded Fang Cun's alarm bell!
After all, after arriving in this world, it is Fang Cun Dian who really gives Fang Cun the courage and courage to face any challenge!As a disciple of Fangcun Mountain, I always firmly believe that Fangcun disciples must be the strongest, no matter where they are.

Sighing, Fang Cun silently shook his head and said calmly, "All roads lead to the same goal, power is power, there is no reason why people from other worlds can't control it, but I am pedantic."

Vaguely, Fangcun's mind once again reverberated with the days when he was with the old man.

.........

A bonfire, a teapot, and a bamboo stick.

It has just rained, and the sky seems to have been washed and refined. The clarity is admirable, and if you savor it carefully, it is really a bit of the comfort after the new rain in the empty mountain.

The old man sat on the bluestone, not shying away from the mud stains on his clothes, with a bamboo stick in his hand, and from time to time beat the young man who was trying to be lazy.

On the other hand, the young man, while cultivating, had to find time to stare at the water, not to allow the water to boil, occasionally peeking at the old man with aggrieved eyes, mumbling something in his mouth.

"Old man, I've brewed tea three times, at least let me drink it once."

Seeing the water boiling again, the young man quickly took down the kettle, made tea obediently, and said tentatively this time.

"As long as you can get a teacup, you can drink it as you like." The old man didn't even raise his eyebrows, and said nonchalantly, if people don't know, they must think that the old man is easy to talk to.However, the young man clearly knew that although the teacup was placed on the bluestone, once he wanted to reach out, what was waiting for him would be a bamboo battle, no matter what tricks he played or how fast he was, he could not change it this result.

Curling his lips, the young man snorted resentfully, but he had no choice but to go back to practicing kung fu honestly.

"Old man, I have already mastered the first level of Fangcunjing. According to you, this world can easily go. Why are you still tossing around from nine to five?"

The boy's temperament is very active, and he is naturally a little irritable when he honestly follows the old man to practice every day.

"After dealing with a few idiots a few days ago, do you think that all the heroes in the world are out of my generation?" The old man picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and said softly, shaking his head with a smile.

"I don't dare to say, at least I can't handle an old fellow like you." The young man muttered resentfully, "However, among my peers, I should be number one, right?"

"With this title, people will feel more fulfilled when they step on it."

"..." Facing the old man's lazy words, the young man was shocked immediately, and smiled wryly, "Old man, didn't you keep saying that our Fangcunshan disciples must be the strongest? Why did you hit me so hard? spare no effort?"

Speaking of this, the old man finally put down his teacup slowly, looked at the young man and said, "Then do you know why my Fangcunshan disciples are always the strongest?"

"Uh." Asked this, the young man was at a loss for words, and looked at the old man dumbfounded. Isn't this what the old man often used to beat him?Why did you ask him back?

"Square inch realm, unparalleled in the world? Or do you usually eat all kinds of elixir as snacks?" Looking at the young man, the old man asked calmly.

"Cultivation techniques, elixir, and guidance from famous teachers, all of which are indispensable." After thinking about it, the young man replied honestly.The last sentence, although a bit flattering, really comes from the bottom of my heart, the same cultivation, whether someone teaches it, or who will teach it, the effect is absolutely different.

Cultivation has never been invincible in the world by just picking up a cheat book.

"That's right, but these are just foreign objects after all." Nodding slightly, the old man said slowly, "Really, if you want to be strong, you still rely on yourself."

Rolling his eyes, the boy snorted angrily, "Old man, can you stop talking nonsense?"

"Snapped!"

As soon as the words fell, the boy was hit hard by a bamboo stick on the head, shrank his head in pain, and immediately wailed.

Ignoring the boy's pretentious wailing, the old man said to himself, "The reason is very simple. You can talk about it every day, but you still don't understand it."

Pointing to the mountains, the old man said calmly, "The tiger is the king of the mountains, tell me, why does it roar so proud of the mountains and forests?"

"Sharp claws, teeth, and terrifying strength." The boy replied casually without hesitation.

"If I give the sheep the same claws, teeth, and strength, can it eat the tiger?" The old man asked indifferently, ignoring the young man.

With one sentence, the young man froze for a moment, froze on the spot, and remained silent for a long time.

The old man didn't urge him, he still drank his tea calmly, as if he hadn't said anything at all.

After a long time, a trace of cold sweat could not help oozing from the young man's forehead, and then he bowed respectfully to the old man and let out a long breath.

Nodding his head approvingly, the old man continued, "Remember, the reason why our square-inch disciples are the strongest is not because of exercises, nor elixir, nor the teachings of some famous teachers, but this."

Gently pointing to the position of the heart, the old man said softly, "How big is the heart, the size of this world will be."

.........

Even in another world, Fang Cun has to admit that the influence of the old man on him is too far-reaching. Whenever he is confused, the scene with the old man will unconsciously appear in his mind.It is not an exaggeration to say that every word is truly shocking.

Those years on the mountain, what the old man taught me was far more than just cultivation...

It seems too coincidental to say, but in fact, it is nothing more than the accumulation of years and years.

With a casual smile, Fang Cun casually hung the Emperor Sword on his waist, and sighed softly, "Old man, are you okay?"

PS: I recommend a new book, "The Edge of the World"!
In this world, I just want to have a night to end the day...
For the little people in the palace, even sleep has become a luxury, because their fate is low, and they may get eternal sleep in the dark at any time.
The young man who had been reborn in the alchemy furnace opened those extremely dark eyes, cold and cold!
To punish the world, only the world is sharp!
(End of this chapter)