In the room, Su Cheng sat cross-legged, a spiritual light appeared on his body, a faint shadow flashed, and another figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
The figure lit up with light, gradually became solid, and finally turned into another Sioux City.
No matter the body shape, aura, or even the fluctuation of mana, the expression and demeanor are the same. Even people who are close to him cannot notice the difference between the two.
Because, essentially, they are the same person.
Of course, the situation is completely different from the person in the previous painting.
The person in the painting is just similar to Su Cheng and can faintly sense the other person's situation, but the incarnation of the soul in front of him is actually another Su Cheng. Even if they are thousands of miles apart, the connection between them will not be severed.
"Once you reach the realm of spirit transformation, let alone other things, your life-saving ability will be much stronger. In addition to being able to tear apart the void, this Yuanying will transform into the form of a spirit, which is equivalent to having an extra life."
Su Cheng was familiar with the power of the Yuan Shen. With a thought, the Yuan Shen turned into flowing light and integrated into his body.
Wow!
A golden light flashed, and Su Cheng's figure disappeared. The next moment, he reappeared in the same place, as if he had not moved for a moment.
This is Su Cheng's verification of the use of Taoism. He just used the Taoism of Zongdi Golden Light at will, and its power was more than a hundred times more powerful than before.
There was not much loss of mana, but it crossed thousands of miles in an instant, and then returned in an instant. It was like a thought, and it crossed a thousand miles.
"The realm of Nascent Soul is already called a terrestrial god, and in the realm of transformation into gods... the dragon has its head but not its tail. Even from my perspective, it can be called an immortal."
What Su Cheng lacks at this time is nothing more than more Taoist techniques, suitable weapons, and combat experience in the realm of gods.
"The golden light on the ground, the big hand seal in the void... are far from enough. Although I have not become an immortal now, I can still practice the Taoism passed down by my master..."
Su Cheng had a realm in his previous life, so he naturally knew the Taoism passed down by Lu Dongbin, but some of the Taoism, at the simplest level, required the cultivation of an immortal.
Nowadays, although Su Cheng does not have the cultivation level of an immortal, his level of spiritual transformation is still useful. In addition, he is not a simple ascetic. The qualifications given by Golden Finger and the realm accumulated in his previous life are enough for him to practice Taoism.
"...The master once said something like this, what is the impact of my flying sword to take a person's head? There are actually three swords, one is to cut off the worries of ignorance, the second is to cut off the anger of ignorance, and the third is to cut off the greed of ignorance."
The Taoist technique that Su Cheng wants to practice is actually this sword technique. Of course, with his current state, he can only master the first sword technique at most.
The swordsmanship passed down by Lu Dongbin is naturally different from ordinary people. It emphasizes rules or laws. It is not only used to train the mind, but also to fight against the enemy.
On weekdays, this swordsmanship can put an end to worries and all kinds of complicated thoughts, and you can practice without any distractions.
And if used against the enemy, it can cut off the enemy's thoughts and memories, and even their understanding of Taoism. It is simply impossible to defend against, and it is even more powerful.
"If you just want to practice this Taoist method, it is useless to practice hard. You need to experience the suffering of the seven emotions and six desires in the world, and then condense these emotions... Wait, it seems a bit familiar. The world that Golden Finger experienced before is also related to the seven emotions and six desires."
Su Cheng's heart condensed. Even now, when he has reached the level of spiritual transformation, he still senses the impermanence of fate.
Sometimes these things I experience may seem insignificant and have no connection with each other, but if I think about it carefully, it seems that there is a hand that secretly arranges everything.
"Master is here, I hope I am overthinking everything."
Su Cheng put down the worries in his heart, and then with a thought, he began to recall the memories of his previous life and consider the subsequent cultivation method.
On the other side, Zhang Wuji also saw Kong Xueli.
As expected, there were two women accompanying Kong Xueli, both beautiful women with their own merits.
A woman on the left, covered in red clothes, with skin as smooth as snow, picturesque eyebrows, and a breast as smooth as white jade, was saying this with a smile. Zhang Wuji knew the origin of this woman, and she was from the Qingdi Temple.
The woman on the right is dressed in plain clothes like snow. She is extremely beautiful and has a cold face, like a cold fairy. She is a descendant of the Miaoxian Sect.
In fact, no matter which force these people come from, since they can appear here, it has already explained the situation.
Although it may not be as powerful as Kunlun and Yuque Sect, it cannot be ignored, otherwise it will not be possible to intervene in this matter.
"Master nephew, if you don't disturb me, come with me. I have something to talk to you about."
Zhang Wuji nodded to the two women, his attitude couldn't be called enthusiastic, but it couldn't be called cold either, and then he looked at Kong Xuelia.
"Uncle Master, I'll be here right away..."
Kong Xueli didn't hesitate at all. After respectfully standing up and saluting, he said a few words to the two women beside him and then came to Zhang Wuji's side.
Zhang Wuji originally wanted to talk about the matter directly, but then he thought about it. In order to avoid unnecessary complications, he took the people to the courtyard of Su City. After looking around, he said:
"Nephew, we haven't had a good conversation for a few days. I won't talk about other things until now. I just want to know if you still remember the dilemma you are facing?"
After finishing speaking, Zhang Wuji looked at Kong Xueli intently, eager to know what kind of state Kong Xueli was in at this time.
"I……"
Kong Xueli frowned slightly, with a confused look on his face, and then struggled slightly and said:
"Uncle, I know what you mean... I actually also know that there are problems with the so-called friends and confidants outside, but I don't know why, I sometimes forget these and feel close to those people for no reason...
…I don’t know why…”
Zhang Wuji sighed secretly when he heard this and remembered what Su Cheng and Taoist Tian said.
Although great luck will bring benefits to people, it will also bring disasters, especially when it involves the spiritual and psychological levels, making it even more difficult to guard against.
To put it simply, although Kong Xueli has good luck, he is not strong himself and cannot control the effects of his luck. In other words, Kong Xueli cannot be the master of these luck and can only be passive.
To bear the various effects brought about by luck.
"Hey, this is the influence of your own luck. For today's plan, you can only rely on your strong willpower to control your words and deeds. Also... there may be accidents during your outing tomorrow. You must be careful and don't be careless.
When making decisions, think twice before making any decisions.”
Zhang Wuji comforted him by saying that at this point, there was only this much he could do.
It can be said that neither he nor Su Cheng actually played a big role in this matter. The final outcome of the matter still depends on Kong Xuelia's choice.
After all, there are those behind the scenes, and since it is so troublesome to use these methods, it is obvious that as mentioned before, those people cannot forcefully seize luck.
"Thank you, uncle. Disciple, please remember..."
Kong Xueli suppressed the fear in his heart and responded solemnly. After a while, his expression returned to calm again and he left the courtyard.