Dedicate One’s Mind

"Friends, you can discuss something if you have something." The merchant said weakly and honestly, and his honest smile might deceive a lot of monks.

"I only give you three breaths." There will be the Nirvana Conference next, and Wu Yi has no idea to discuss it.

Qingyang's wind sounded like a deadly bell in the ears of the merchants, his eyes blaring around, hesitating whether to say it, not to say, at least there is life, if you say it, life must be gone.

Wu Yi knew his psychology, and the fire was raging like a knife, and in a blink of an eye he robbed half of the merchant's flesh and blood.

It wasn't until he glanced down and saw his empty lower body that the pain came like a spring, but the merchant was also a determined person, enduring the pain, with deep tooth marks on his lips.

For a Li Xiu, losing his lower body is not fatal. It costs a bit of blood and can also retrieve half his life, but if he does not encounter a first-class treasure, it will be difficult to restore it to its original state.

"Can you say it?" Wu Yi's cold voice was like a urging ghost, and the merchant shuddered, but he didn't say a word, which was determined.

Wu Yi took out the previously obtained stone from his sleeve and asked the merchant, "Do you know what it is?"

The merchant looked at Wu Yi with resentment and did not answer.

Wu Yi didn't think he would answer anything. He began to recite the mentality of the "Netherworld Sutra", the obscure and unspeakable words, and the words that did not exist in the realm. Every time Wu Yi recites a sentence, the merchant feels that he is far away from death. Desperate was a step closer, and it seemed that a door to the Netherworld was slowly opened, with gusts of wind and ghost mist rising and falling.

The merchant’s huge eyes are full of incredible expressions. Who is this monk, where does it come from, and what method does he cultivate?

Wu Yi chanted it for dozens of breaths, and the black stone in his hand finally changed. A ray of gray-white death air slowly appeared, wrapped around Wu Yi's body, and was slowly absorbed by him.

After the soul absorbed the dead energy, it was enveloped in a layer of dark black. When the dead energy was absorbed to a certain extent, Wu Yi's soul evolved into the nether dharmakaya. Classics are considered to have entered the first level.

Wu Yi vomited for a quarter of an hour, and the dark stones dimmed a lot, and a small part of them turned off-white. At this rate, Wu Yi was able to absorb all the death in a day or two.

The feeling of lifelessness is very strange. Outsiders are afraid of the lifelessness that can't be avoided. In Wu Yi's eyes, it is more delicious than all the delicacies in the world. If it were not for strong willpower, Wu Yi would definitely have this stone implied. Only when I was exhausted did I give up.

As the dead spirit disappeared, Wu Yi's eyes slowly opened. The merchant who saw his eyes couldn't help exclaiming. There were no pupils. The eyeballs were all white and incomparable. It is no wonder that the flesh was ruined and half of the body was ruined. The vocal businessmen will exclaim.

After a few breaths, the eyeballs in Wu Yi's eyes appeared and turned into a normal person's appearance. After absorbing the dead energy before, the soul was eager to try and wanted the soul to come out of the body, and the previous scene happened.

"Aren't you talking about it?" Wu Yi had no good way to deal with such a determined person. He opened his mouth and vomited, and the unfinished death engulfed the body of the merchant.

The life was full of energy, and the blood was consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The merchant only felt that the time limit was approaching, and his eyes could not hide the panic, but the look in Wu Yi's eyes was still a triumphant look. Even if he died, he would not. Let Wu Yi succeed, this is his last stubbornness.

After all the physical body was eroded, Wu Yi shot quickly and rescued the dying soul of the merchant from death.

The white clouds drifted away, the sun shone, and the merchant's soul wailed, the green smoke curled up, and it was even weaker. In his current situation, he was certain that he would fall under the sun for a few times.

It's just that Wu Yi didn't have the idea of ​​letting him die so easily. With a wave of his sleeves, he collected it into the world of stone tablets, and let the ghosts concoct him, and see how long he could persist, but unfortunately he did not practice soul search. Kind of method, otherwise it doesn’t have to be so troublesome.

Looking up at the sky, Wu Yi chose the direction and went back to Fenglaicheng. He disappeared before the Nirvana Conference. Wouldn't Bai Yunxin think he was a liar? Wu Yi thought in his heart, smiling at the corner of his mouth.

Once and again, Wu Yi spent three days when he arrived at the residence of the Honghu clan. The place was already intensively preparing for the Nirvana Conference. The pedestrians were in a hurry. After all, the Naying Palace was not alone with Wu Yi. Will not put the odds of winning on Wu Yi alone.

Bai Yun, who had received a report from her maid, hurried over, saw Wu Yi's figure, and heaved a sigh of relief. In Bai Yun's mind, Wu Yi was a rare candidate who was expected to hit the upper ranks and should not be missed.

As a princess of the Honghu clan, Bai Yun thought so much about Wu Yi, which naturally attracted the dissatisfaction of other "brilliant talents". However, due to the presence of Bai Yunxin, it was not easy to leave a bad reputation for fighting for the power, but Wu Yi was different from each other. Passersby.

Under the prestigious reputation and mixed reputation, Wu Yi understood this truth very early and didn't care too much. If they didn't know each other, Wu Yi would naturally not keep his hands.

Goodbye Bai Yunxin, there are still two days left. Even at this last moment, Wu Yi still swallowed the dead stone. Naturally, the Nether Dharma body could not be condensed, but the soul was also solidified. The method of the soul is difficult to hurt him.

Suddenly, Wu Yi was cultivating, but when he heard thousands of birds screaming, at first it seemed to be an infinite distance, yet close at hand. It was incredible.

Wu Yi opened the door, and saw auspicious clouds all over the sky, golden light and radiant haze. In the sky, countless birds flying, even the sun was blocked. He knew that the much-anticipated Nirvana Conference had finally begun. .

After participating in the Nirvana Conference, it was time to leave the blue world. Wu Yi thought in his heart.

At this time, Wu Yi saw the face of the legendary Honghu King, who looked like a graceful gentleman. His face alone was not much bigger than Wu Yi. A strand of frost on his temples was white. I don’t know if it was born like this, or under pressure, and the green silk turned white. .

With a gentle smile on his face, King Honghu whispered: "Everyone, be careful and steady, and get up." The voice fell, and a cyclone rolled up, rolling everyone up to the sky, and the light and shadow under his feet changed, which was not faster than Wu Yi's own flight. How many.

It was only a quarter of an hour before Wu Yi arrived at the destination of this trip, Tianfeng Mountain. It is said that this place is the land of Phoenix enlightenment. Inside the mountain is Fengchi, and the place where Wu Yi and others fought is on the top of the mountain.

When I came here, the mountains and wilds nearby were full of birds. The strong were transformed, and the weak remained in their original form. Of course, the Baiyun heart was able to transform because of swallowing the transformation pill.

Generally, if a monster wants to transform, it needs to be a combination of essence and physical body, and the meridian and bones are controlled by the heart. This is less to say, it also needs to build a three-fold foundation. , Harmony with Tao.

Among the many monsters, you can faintly see the sparse cultivation of people. Although there are few people, their power is not weak. Jindan real people account for one-third of them. They are chatting and laughing with the Fengchilin Demon Kings. This is the gatekeeper Biluojie. The confidence as a place for disciples to experience.

The King of Honghu took Wu Yi and others to the place where the Honghu tribe should be, and took his wife, the beautiful woman who had attracted Wu Yi that day, soaring up to the sky, and sitting down to chat with everyone.

When the Honghu King left, the leader became Bai Yunqi. As the only heir of the Honghu King, he really needed to act as a facade at this time.

"People who are not from the Feng clan need to compete for the top 30, and then the top 30 for the top three," Bai Yunxin pointed to the group of terraces with the scene of Fengluan carved in the west, and said, "Did you see that piece of high terrace? You only need to occupy the next one."

Looking at her calm and confident expression, she seems to think that Wu Yi's occupation of the next high platform is not a problem. It seems that since the last time she abused Li Yunyong, Wu Yi's position in her heart has risen to the second place of her brother.

Bai Yunxin’s rule Wu Yi is generally clear. This rule cannot be said to be more fair. It is possible that the first and second in strength will be assigned to a high platform. The first will be eliminated and the second will be eliminated. Even if the two tigers compete, both lose and lose. Squeeze it out.

However, the rules of the world are not absolutely fair. Moreover, after the forest owner's dispute, the method of inviting and fighting has also solved this problem, but the people who have been squeezed out before have lost the opportunity to enter Fengchi.

The scene at this time is the same as when Wu Yi watched the Ten Great Disciples, except that both the participants and the judges were a grade lower than the last time, and Wu Yi was no longer a bystander and became a participant.

The forest owner in the previous round was occupied by the Qingluan clan, so this Nirvana conference is also the host of the Qingluan clan chief. The Qingluan clan chief led the five children of the Feng clan to worship the ancestors. The rituals and rituals are not inferior to the level of exquisiteness. Daomen.

These non-phoenix people like Wu Yi watched them as spectators. Although they do not have to perform complicated etiquette, they also need to abide by the courtesy. They are silent, and there are no people who dare to make noises.

The ceremonies are complete~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The dharma is complete, only a colorful phoenix appears in the sky, occupying thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and there is no other thing to squeeze in except the phoenix. The viewer can feel it. A sense of oppression from the bottom of my heart.

"Dongtian is still an immortal from the early beginning." Wu Yi couldn't help muttering to himself as he looked at such a spectacular sight. In fact, what Wu Yi now sees is the magic seal left by this phoenix during the period of cultivation of the phoenix, which can be inspired by certain means. There is still a lot of distance from the fairy.

Although it was not the first time that many people at the scene saw this scene, they were still in awe from the bottom of their hearts. Wu Yi, who had seen Emperor Fen, was more admired. After all, the strength of Phoenix is ​​far better than himself, and he longs for a day in his heart. Like Phoenix, Fengming is nine days old.

Just as the phoenix form was about to disappear, the patriarch of the Qingluan clan shouted, "Nirvana Conference, begin—" The long tail sound did not dissipate for a long time. At the same time, the phoenix above the sky also made a cry, as if In response to the general, the crowd boiled, thinking that they were blessed by the phoenix.

Although Wu Yi believed that this was just a cry before the Phoenix disappeared, there was no need to stand up stupidly to refute anything. It was too ignorant and hated.

The patriarch of the Qingluan clan began to announce the prizes set by the Fa conference, which caused another burst of cheers. Although most of these cheering people could only look at it, it did not prevent them from cheering.

Wu Yi heard a familiar item, the Ziqing Lingqiao Stone, his eyes narrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.