Chapter 342 ? Only One Person Since Ancient Times

Chapter 342 There has only been one person since ancient times

Wang Xuan frowned. The only remaining page of scriptures was a bit different, questioning everything, time and space. According to it, everything is empty except itself.

It can be said that this cognitive view is a bit crazy, not like a scripture, but like a cold and bizarre description.

"The streets are bustling with lights, and when you walk among the crowds, are there really so many people walking together? Wrong, in fact, it's only you. The huge city and the bustling night scene are all just one person's imagination."

"The real you is either lying under the frozen soil, or lying across the icy universe. Everything in the world, all the splendor, are just dreams woven by you alone."

"When you wake up, you may find that the so-called bustling world and the bright fireworks are all shattered, and some of you are just lying in the dark. In the world, you are only yourself, and all the colorful past is you alone thoughts, you wake up, and the real you is back."

"In the dead of night, everything is silent, you are reading a book quietly alone, the city outside the window, the sound of cars on the road, and the villages and towns in the distance, do they all exist? No, everything is empty. You are lying under the cold soil, but you are alone The mind is active, presenting all this."

"There is only you in the world, the illusion of one person, all things and scenes are the extension of your own thoughts, weaving into an illusory and grand bubble, really wake up."

"Perhaps the frozen soil and the deep space of the universe do not exist. You just lie quietly in the indescribable nothingness. Your body is cold and your spirit is active. You build the world with your thoughts. When you wake up from the dream, everything should collapse and appear for real... ..."

Wang Xuan was in a daze, a little dazed, is this scripture?

Across time and space, I don't know how many years have passed, words and languages ​​can no longer be understood and passed on, only this spirit can resonate.

If the description on this page is credible, the real world is too scary. All of this is the release of my own thoughts. In ancient and modern times, I am the only one. Everything, the universe, are all illusory?

Wang Xuan was stunned, this scripture was a little bit magical, it was brainwashing, idealistic to the extreme, apart from self-sacrifice, there was nothing else in the world.

"Why does it look like a diary left by a mentally ill person?" He looked confused. Is this the last scripture? To him, it felt useless.

However, in a civilized fire, it was written with ordinary materials, but it was not damaged and was not burned, which shows that the scriptures contained in it are unusual.

Fortunately, these are just a few paragraphs of ghostly symbols, not all of them.

Wang Xuan threw it into the fire, continued to sympathize, and after the mental fluctuations were consistent, he captured the traces of his thoughts again.

"Do you believe it? Since ancient times, there is only one person in the world, and I am you. When I am awake, I leave a record. When you stretch your mind, you see the only paper in the world that records the truth..."

Wang Xuan was speechless. What follows is still the diary of a mental patient, still brainwashing.

"Actually, this is just a hypothesis. Believe it or not, you are right. The truth is more unpredictable and bizarre than what I said. What I said is just to remind you. Maybe the truth is that you are a patient lying in the You have spent most of your life on the sickbed, your body is already old, and when your spirit is dying, you sketch all things and scenes, and everything is born because of it..."

"Poisonous!" Wang Xuan said, and then he waved to the little white tiger and said, "Come, I will reveal the real world for you, and pass you a supreme scripture, telling the essence of all things..."

Then, he unceremoniously abused the little white tiger, and passed on this spiritual imprint to him.

Unexpectedly, the round-faced girl became demented, fell into it, and kept talking in her sleep, saying: "It makes sense, the demon master is my real body, the main consciousness, and Wang Xuan is my spiritual dross, so I should be killed. I am the only one who is true!"

When Wang Xuan saw it, he was speechless and didn't want to talk to her anymore.

He hurriedly captured the spiritual imprint again, and finally saw the real scriptures.

"What I have said is just an introduction. Fate arises and dies according to your heart. The spirit is the only sharp sword that can split the fog and approach the truth, but the accumulation of real energy and the use of the body as a shield to defend ourselves , is also indispensable, if there is only me in the world, then use this as the criterion to capture the truth outside of me..."

Next is the real scripture, but it is still based on the assumption of a mental patient's diary, and it is deduced on this premise.

"Damn it, I want to learn your method, first brainwash myself and turn myself into a mental patient?!" Wang Xuan was almost speechless.

Of course, from the perspective of the author, everything is so natural. This is a letter he wrote to himself, thinking that he is the only one in the world.

In this scripture, it resonates with me to think that real influences are everywhere, but real energetic matter is hard to capture.

Only when the spirit is pure and realizes that only oneself has cultivated the spiritual eye since ancient times can one capture the gorgeous real substance at the end of the endless darkness, accumulate it in the body, and use it for oneself.

"I don't need to purify myself anymore, I already have the spiritual eye. According to this, I am born with a serious mental illness?"

Wang Xuan slandered, this is really interesting, are you serious? How does it feel like tormenting future generations without a trace.

According to the scriptures, if the spiritual eye can be cultivated, this kind of temptation alone is worth the risk for some practitioners, and it is impossible to toss themselves into a mental illness.

However, the following scriptures are indeed predictable, but he needs to look at them dialectically and refine them by himself, otherwise, he will really become a "severely ill patient".

"In the cold universe, I am the only one. All kinds of illusions touched, such as birth and death, such as the sudden disintegration of a radiant star, all emit a little bit of real substance in the illusion, which is worth cherishing and extracting..."

Wang Xuan tried his best to decipher the mental thinking of the critically ill patient into his own adapted chapters, to extract its essence and get rid of his original spiritual disease.

Whether it is the lifespan of a living body or the energy released by bright stars, in this scripture, it is a kind of "external sensation", an illusion that stimulates one's own perception.

From that illusion, extract a little bit of real substance that interacts with the only true self, so as to strengthen yourself, and prepare for getting closer to the real place in the future.

With Wang Xuan's in-depth interpretation and quick analysis, he became a little crazy again. Everything is an external sensation, and it is interacting with the inner self. He feels that he is still being led astray by the scriptures.

"External feeling, inner self, ah..." He couldn't help but yelled, thinking that he should throw this scripture to Lao Zhang to read, and toss him into a mental illness.

If the scriptures were given to Yaozu, Mingxue, Zheng Yuantian and others, Wang Xuan was not at ease, if there was something wrong with their primordial spirits, it would be fine, but what if they practiced it well?

If it is given to Lao Zhang, it will be schizophrenic at most, and it will be repaired slowly in the future, and if it is practiced well, it will not become a serious problem.

Wang Xuan practiced for a long time, and found that if he didn't put himself into it, he couldn't practice this sutra without turning himself into a serious patient.

Moreover, he also needs to think that the world is like this, what I think is right, and it should be like this.

He was in a trance for a long time, hypnotizing himself, let alone, it really... works!

"No, such a different method, such a patient may not necessarily have a disease of the primordial spirit. I think he is deliberately torturing future generations, testing people, making people correct themselves, and restoring the essence of the scriptures."

He glanced back at the little white tiger, he was really poisoned, he was muttering there by himself, his eyes were dull, he was immersed in his own world.

"Since there is only me, then cut off the cause and effect of all things, start with my spiritual dross, and destroy him." The round-faced girl wanted to push Wang Xuan into the fire in the ashes.

Snapped!

Wang Xuan slapped her on the forehead, woke her up immediately, and ignored her with a dark face.

"This scripture is very interesting, give me the second half, I want to understand it!" The round-faced girl was very excited when she woke up, with an extremely happy look on her face.

"Find a cool place and wake up by yourself." Wang Xuan pushed her aside.

In the end, in front of the fire, he realized that he interpreted this scripture from his own point of view, and put aside all external sensations and inner self. In his own practice system, that is... everything is superimposed with reality, and he wants to find and absorb that thin but real special substance.

This may deviate from the original scriptures, but he can only practice in this way, which suits his own path.

"Different people have different understandings. Later, I will exchange it with Lao Zhang for the heavenly medicine. If he is fine after practicing, he can consider promoting it. Show Fang Yuzhu a look, and let Fairy Sword comprehend it."

After all, this is the only scripture page that has not been burned, so it must have its extraordinary value.

Wang Xuan retreated here, while absorbing the strange substances in the embers, he practiced this kind of scriptures, searched from all things, opened his spiritual eyes, and carefully penetrated the essence of the world.

Indeed, in the void, there is a trace of strange material flow, and the source is unknown, as if it was born in the superposition of all things. However, the amount is too small, and it will take a lot of time to expect to accumulate enough in this way.

Then, he saw an object that was full of life, and in that vitality contained some substances that were close to reality, much richer than the void.

She is...Little White Tiger.

"That is to say, practitioners absorb various energy substances, which contain some close to real strange things, which need to be tempered and extracted?"

Wang Xuan closed his eyes, his mind was too empty.

When he opened his eyes again, the fire was dim, and the fire was about to be completely extinguished. At this time, his body trembled, his spirit resonated with his physical body, and a dazzling beam of light blew up to baptize himself. From the inside out, the strange substance flowed, washed the marrow, activated the five internal organs, and the body and spirit glowed with a faint white light.

He actually made a breakthrough without knowing it, officially established himself in the realm of the seventh stage, and improved his practice to a higher level, and he practiced it with the help of close to real substances.

Most of that special energy comes from the embers of the fire.

"What's the situation?" Wang Xuan was surprised. Around him, on those ancient buildings, there were many corpses hanging, swaying in the wind.

Those are not the ancients, no matter how you look at them, they are the descendants of the immortals and demons who came in with him this time.

The little white tiger said in a low voice: "It's been half a month, and you finally woke up. These are people who wanted to get close to the fire, and they all hanged themselves for no reason."

Surprised, Wang Xuan asked, "Is this world closed and we are sealed inside?"

According to the plan, this foreign land will only be open for three days, let's see the effect, and then decide how to open it later.

"After the time was up, it was closed for ten days, and two days later it was opened for the second time. This time it will be open for one month." Xiao Baihu informed the situation.

"If I don't go to the land of nothingness, I am in the outside world, and I have broken the ranks by borrowing a scripture. Everything comes from 'external influence'. However, without the large amount of strange substances contained in the fire, it is difficult to succeed. It will take years to slowly Accumulation." Wang Xuan thought.

He got up and looked at the old square and the quiet street. Many of the hanged people were familiar faces, such as a fairy with a tongue sticking out, wearing armor, showing a white waist, at the entrance He also spoke rudely, and he died like this.

There are six or seven strong men who are hostile to him. They tried to block him at the entrance and hunt him. There are men and women, there are demons, and there are descendants of immortals. They were hanged just like that.

"A remnant fire of civilization, not everyone can get close to it, you guys, you will die without injustice."

The round-faced girl nodded her head and said, "Death is more than a crime. Some people rushed over and tried to sneak attack us. In the end, they put themselves in it. They deserve it!"

"Let's go." Wang Xuan said, it's time to leave here.

"What about the scripture?" The little white tiger glanced at it, still thinking about it.

"I'm afraid that you will have problems training your soul. By the way, where is my photo crystal? If you don't give it to me, I won't take you out!" Wang Xuan threatened.

The little white tiger was in a daze, would he betray the demon lord? She felt guilty for a while, even though she knew that the Demon Lord would not punish her too much, there was a high probability that she would smash her ass!

"I didn't bring it with me, go out and find it for you!" she shouted.

"Then you stay here by yourself, I'll go first!" Wang Xuan stepped away, left the square, and disappeared.

"Come out, I'll give it to you!" Little White Tiger was anxious, there were so many hanged people on the street, they were all new corpses, and she was afraid of becoming one of them.

Wang Xuan frowned, standing in the street, saw a few people outside.

The first one is Mo Si, with a handsome face and a thin and weak body, but he is absolutely powerful and ruthless, not to mention that he is the strongest this time!

In the other direction, Qi Chengdao, dressed in white like snow, stood together with the elegant and elegant Ming Xi, like a couple of gods and immortals. He smiled faintly and nodded to Wang Xuan.

This is also a ruthless stubble, and his strength is outrageous.

In the distance, there was a tall and straight figure exuding a terrifying aura. It was a young man. Although he looked calm, there was a hint of madness deep in his eyes.

He is Qi Lian Dao, the second son of the Demon Ancestor. He laughed and greeted him directly, saying: "Fellow Daoist, you and I are destined, thank you for bringing my family's ancestral artifact—Shenshen Banner, here. Thank you very much!"

He was polite and not crazy, he clasped his fists at Wang Xuan and bowed slightly.

"There is a situation!" Wang Xuan's heart was beating violently, because the Zhanshen Banner on his body vibrated slightly at this time, what aroused its interest?