Chapter 154 Will

The old man's eyes condensed and fell on this person. He only felt that the fluctuations in the blue-shirted old man's body were a little strange, and then analyzed his artistic conception must be extraordinary, but he never thought that the artistic conception of this man was actually the passage of time!

He took a deep breath, and the dirty feeling on his face suddenly disappeared. At this time, he looked quite majestic. Although the thin face was a little dirty, these vulgar things could not hide a trace of the man's majesty at all.

Lu Chong had an illusion for a while. The old man seemed to have completely changed in an instant. This is the real master demeanor of the Imperial Demon Palace, Lu Chong secretly said.

"What a year of artistic conception, you have such an understanding of time and space. If you can achieve a large number in this life, then the power of this artistic conception will be against the sky! Zuling, take it and say goodbye!" The old man took a deep breath, moved, came to Lu Chong and grabbed him. The two suddenly disappeared in place. When they appeared again, they were already in a remote place in Kyoto.

After the two appeared, the old man suddenly gasped like a cow and his tired face turned pale, but he still showed complacency. Sometimes he aimed at Lu Chong with his eyes, obviously waiting for Lu Chong to praise him.

At this time, he didn't have the master demeanor just now. Lu Chong took off his straw hat and threw it into the heavenly wheel. He said, "The predecessor's magical power is amazing. I really admire and admire the younger generation in his life!"

The old man turned his eyes and said dissatisfiedly, "Will you say that?"

Lu Chong was silent and smiled bitterly. He didn't say anything flattering in his life. At this time, he thought about it for a long time and really didn't know how to say it.

The old man gasped, waved his hand and said, "Come on, it's over to understand the artistic conception. Go back. Remember to go to the Great Holy Land quickly and come to the Central World early to avoid the girl pestering me."

With that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Lu Chong pondered a little. Seeing that the old man was about to go far away, he said, "Senior, what is the ancestral brand?"

The old man looked back at Lu Chong, his eyes flashed with a trace of light, and said, "At the beginning of the great disaster of the moon, my demon clan secretly helped. The survivors of the moon plane united to make ten tokens for us. As long as they show the tokens, they will help the whole family, let alone help you understand the artistic conception. "

Lu Chong was silent, looked at the old man and asked:

"What part is this?"

"The tenth block." The old man looked at Lu Chong with faint eyes and replied.

Lu Chong was shocked, and then said slowly, "Tll tell Yueer for me that I will come soon."

The old man stared at Lu Chong for a while, didn't say anything, and turned around and left.

Lu Chong looked at the old man's back and suddenly said:

"Thank you, Master Kunpeng."

The old man's body seemed to shake, but there seemed to be no response, but his body slowly dissipated until there was no trace.

"Is it a split?" Lu Chong muttered, and then walked to his residence without thinking.

Lu Chong went straight and returned to his residence. He sat cross-legged by the stove, surrounded by silence. In this quiet environment, his mind flashed with the different artistic conceptions of the monks of the Great Holy Land before. Slowly, he was immersed in it and quietly realized it.

"It turns out that the so-called battle and grinding do not refer to fighting for life, but to the power of this artistic conception. With this artistic conception, it can be said that it really has its own way."

The desperate situation of the middle-aged scribe, the comfortable situation of the old woman, and the situation of the years of the green-shirted old man echoed in Lu Chong's mind one by one. Gradually, Lu Chong faintly had a trace of enlightenment. This artistic conception must be naturally obtained according to different lives and in the way of heaven.

So, what should his artistic conception be... Lu Chong closed his eyes, and the whole person suddenly became a little different at this moment. After a long time, Lu Chong opened his eyes, picked up a piece of wood, and waved a knife in his right hand to depict.

He accidentally learned this wood carving a few days ago, but now he can use it.

The wood chips flew over, and the carved knife in his hand was like clouds and water. There was no pause at all. Gradually, a figure with one hand pinched the formula appeared on the wood carving.

Lu Chong's eyes showed a trace of concentration. At this moment, nothing around him could affect Lu Chong's mood. What he thought and saw in his eyes were all the desperate situation of the middle-aged scribe.

The wood chips on the ground gradually increased, and the carving knife in Lu Chong's hand became faster and faster. Finally, there was almost a remnant of a knife. After a long time, Lu Chong's right hand paused, and the knife in his hand snapped. The tip of the knife broke from the middle and scratched a bright light, rotating and stabbed on the wooden frame beside it, emitting bursts of buzzing. The sound of sound.

Lu Chong didn't pay any attention to all this. He couldn't take his eyes off the wood carving in his hand. The wood carving had taken shape. The middle-aged scribe was lifelike, and his right hand pinched the formula. On his body was shrouded with a desperate breath, but the breath was not exposed and was all restrained.

Lu Chong slowly closed his eyes, felt for a long time, and gently put the wooden carving of the middle-aged scribe in his hand on the ground.

"It's still a little worse..." Lu Chong said to himself.

Wood appeared in his hand again, and carving knives were constantly portrayed. Soon, statues of old people and green-shirted old people also appeared, exuding a faint comfort and the flow of time.

Suddenly, Lu Chong's eyes flashed a bright light, looked at the three statues, laughed, poked out his right hand, gently stroked them, and the three statues suddenly turned into ashes and disappeared.

At the same time, it has also disappeared from the nation.

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Just as the whole moon was worshipping the moon god, a dark shadow came to the sky ethereally, and suddenly no one noticed it.

Lu Chong looked down at the earth and looked at a peak. Suddenly, the peak disappeared in an instant. It was not erased by the powerful spiritual power, but was limited by unspeakable power, making the peak disappear directly, as if it had never existed.

The hand pointed again, but the original place of the mountain was a lake with a radius of several miles. The water rippled, and sometimes small fish rolled out of the water, stirring up a small splash.

Then, flowers and trees, birds and animals gradually appeared around the lake, and even an additional round of hot sun. After that, the sun set in the west, the bright moon rose in the east, and the creatures around the lake also fell into a deep sleep.

Lu Chong fell from a high altitude, walked to the periphery of the lake, and woke up some beasts. Unexpectedly, those beasts did not escape, but surged as if they had seen their relatives. They affectionately pressed Lu Chong, enjoyed Lu Chong's touch and made a comfortable moan.

Lu Chong looked at them and also had a special feeling, as if they were his own children. He grinned, waved his hand, and received the lake and everything around it in the heavenly wheel.

Thinking of the Tiandao wheel, Lu Chong was very helpless. Since the little beast ran into the Tiandao wheel, the Tiandao wheel could not be used and could only play the role of storage.

Shake his head and didn't think much about it. He looked up at the secluded moon. Lu Chong laughed wildly and flew to the sky, with a long roar, shocking the world.

"Who dares to disturb the moon worship festival if he can't find death?"

"Go and find out quickly, don't let this person go."

"Catch him..."

Ximo and many surrounding forces were shocked by this long roar and were annoyed. At this moment, disturbing them is to destroy their opportunity.

Many monks, Lu Chong, with a gloomy face, flew here and were determined to teach Lu Chong a lesson.

Lu Chong ignored it. At this time, he was overjoyed and understood what his artistic conception was and how to care so much.

"Other people's artistic conception is to understand the heavenly way and integrate their own experience. Anyway, after all, it is not likely to become a large-scale in the future. The artistic conception that really has unlimited potential should be their own will."

"The power of will, through heaven and earth, omnipotent, can make people burst into unimaginable potential. Only with their own will and turn into an artistic conception can they be qualified to truly derive the road. Between hands and feet, Taoism always exists. This is the real period of enlightenment."

"Those who do not understand the artistic conception of their Taoism period can only be said to be the Taoist period and the evolutionary road. After all, they still have to rely on the supreme heavenly way. Such people can only be regarded as pseudo-way monks and can't be on the big table."

"The power of the will, there is nothing outside my heart, like flowers blooming and falling, peanuts in my heart, then this flower blooms, then the flowers die in my heart, then this flower falls, everything in heaven and earth, according to my will, omnipotent, omnipotent!"

Lu Chong looked up and laughed. He didn't look at many powerful monks less than 100,000 miles away from here. He waved his hand and shouted loudly throughout the whole moon plane.

"The road is derived, and the disaster is coming, prove it for me!"