Don't Want

While enjoying the illumination of the immortal spirit, Yang Lin looked at his clone and gradually became something like the same rule of creation, and gradually gained some enlightenment in his heart.

"This transformation cannot increase my strength immediately, but it has thickened the origin and reshaped the foundation. The foundation has been many times deeper, and the upper limit has been infinitely increased."

"In other words, if my clone is now, I must have the foundation of a god or demon. If I keep practicing, I will be able to reach that level by chance..."

Because of this, Yang Lin has never alerted the enemy, but just watched quietly and waited quietly.

He didn't expect that a lurking action that was unintentional and bloody, would be the greatest opportunity in his life.

The immortal spiritual light transformed from the melting golden cicada did not seem to distinguish the difference between Yang Lin and the little Tang Monk, but just treat them as one body and change them at the same time.

Jiangzhou City.

Yang Lin's original face was sitting upright in the study, his face seemed to be happy and sad.

Feeling the three swaying flowers above my head, I feel infinitely sighing.

While sighing that the little Tang Monk's life experience is pitiful and his miserable experience is miserable.

While sighing, the effect of this innate invincible spiritual light is indeed extremely huge.

Now, the three flowers on his head have completely become unbalanced.

The flower of Qi Yuan is the smallest, only the size of a thumb, representing his true essence practice and five elements magic power in the middle stage of the fifth level.

The flower of the Divine Yuan is the size of a table tennis ball, which represents the increase in the spiritual and soul power of his Divine Yuan after he absorbed the power of boundless faith.

It can be considered the peak of the fifth level.

Although the faith power has not been purified, with the defense of the martial arts order, the backlash and restraint power of this power did not affect Yang Lin's soul essence. His soul is still pure, and he only takes his power and does not suffer from it. The growth of mental power is obvious.

The most peculiar and most gratifying thing is the growth of the flower of essence.

Now this essence flower has grown as big as a duck egg, two or three times larger than the Shenyuan Flower and seven or eight times larger than the Qiyuan Flower.

From the size of the three flowers in the gathering top, you can also see the progress of his three fellow practitioners.

In terms of Qi Yuan, Qing Yunzi, who was separated, slashed demons everywhere and subdued demons, practiced a large number of martial arts, and improved the speed, which was not as good as the feeding of the portraits and worshipped.

However, the growth of collecting a large amount of faith power is not as good as lying in the blood mole on the back of the little Tang Monk's hand and sleeping heavily.

It must be said that this is actually a kind of irony.

Working hard may not necessarily bring rewards, choices are more important.

Even if the little Tang Monk's body became an immortal innate Taoist body, he could not even attack the method, or even mobilized a slight amount of flesh and blood energy. Apart from the strong body and full of endurance, he could not tell at all the difference between him and ordinary people.

However, if this physical essence is replaced by Yang Lin, it will show its strength.

He found that although he did not understand the principles of the rules of flesh and blood, he had only some unintentional influence. The fists he had hit and the sword light he attacked had faintly leveraged the space and triggered the boundless suppression power of this world.

What does this situation mean?

Yang Lin can understand without thinking.

It proves that his power has exceeded the upper limit of this world, the Tang Dynasty's territory, and has touched the barrier suppression power.

In other words, his physical destructive power has exceeded the sixth level.

What is the sixth order?

It is a true god, a true immortal, immortality, and is another level.

He originally thought that the first thing he broke through would be to believe in the divine body, and to create the false level of the sixth level of the gods with faith in divine power. After following this path, he would give back to the deity.

However, now that the Taoist practice has not yet arrived, the physical attack and defense power have accidentally broken through this sixth level.

Moreover, the most bizarre thing is that as long as he does not exert force or attack, his body will be completely different from before. Except for emitting a pleasant fragrance, it is no different from before.

The martial arts order shows that his cultivation level is still at the middle stage of the fifth stage.

"What is this? The system is completely chaotic. I can't figure out how strong I am and what level of strength I am. If I see a monster, will I smell the fragrance and come over to eat me from afar?"

After thinking about it, Yang Lin was too lazy to think about it more.

He only knew that he was much stronger now than before.

As for the issue of imbalance between the three flowers.

That doesn't matter.

"Anyway, no one stipulates that the three flowers must be balanced, as long as they do not affect the simultaneous practice of energy and spirit."

...

"After a father and son, no matter how you say it, even if you want to obtain the scriptures, you cannot lose yourself."

The days pass by like this day by day.

On this day, Yang Lin finally couldn't help it.

Looking at the little Tang Monk with blank eyes chanting scriptures, watching Monk Faming far away, talking to the presidency in the temple about the demons at the foot of the mountain, he quietly shook the blood mole, and a wisp of thought came straight into the little Tang Monk's mind.

"Do you have a hard time? Can you live like this?"

A voice echoed in the little guy's mind, like someone was asking questions, and it seemed to be automatically generated.

"All sentient beings suffer."

Little Tang Monk's eyes were blank. He stopped chanting scriptures and turned his head to think about it. He was not surprised how this sound appeared, and he answered instinctively.

Are all sentient beings suffering?

indeed.

At a young age, he became like a seventy-eighty-year-old man and had never had any joy in his life. He just recited sutras and worshiped Buddha year after year, and he really couldn't find the meaning of living.

Nothing to love in life, nothing to suffer in death.

Yang Lin was silent for a while before saying again: "You are not a monk, you are just adopted by the old monk, and you have not shave it out of the monk and have cut off the worldly relationship. Why should you demand yourself according to the precepts of ascetic monks?"

"If you don't fight, you have food to eat."

The thoughts in Xiao Tang Monk's mind were very simple, and the answer was all instinct.

OK, I get it.

Except for Buddhist scriptures, my mind is blank.

Yang Lin was also a little worried when hiding in the blood mole.

I can only ask more bluntly.

"You have seen the blood book, and Master Faming told you that it was your mother who threw you into the river and said that your mother was occupied by the water bandits and killed your father, right? Do you want to take revenge? Do you miss your mother?"

"In no mood."

Little Tang Monk's eyes hesitated, and his thoughts seemed to be down, and he finally rolled in and formed a kind of thought.

With this sound, it sounded.

He seemed to remember a vaguely, a gentle and friendly face appeared in front of him, and he hugged himself gently with his hands, humming a nice song.

I seemed to remember the colorful little clothes, and the nice voice said that I would sew more beautiful clothes for myself in the future and dress him up beautifully.

The sound is still in my ears, and the memory is no longer very real.

He seemed to remember that the wind was very strong that day, and the water splashed on his face was very cold. The woman's tears fell, but it was hot and hot...

A sentence "I don't want to" echoed in my mind, my thoughts rolled, the little guy's lips opened, and the sound of chanting scriptures slowly rang out again.
Chapter completed!