After waking up from the Rakshasa ghost mist, Ma Hongjun was recalling what he saw and heard in the illusion while looking for a way to break the situation.
In fact, there was no need for Tai Chi Chongtong to check. Ma Hongjun had already understood that he had fallen into an illusion since he woke up.
It's just that this illusion is so real and terrifying that even his Tai Chi Chongtong couldn't find a way to break it for a while.
Later, as he recalled what he saw, heard and observed along the way, Ma Hongjun guessed that he had entered another test on the road to hell, that is, a spiritual test.
This is a story that uses the deepest desires and obsessions of the human heart as a guide to create an illusion that makes people escape and trap them.
That means facing your own inner demons.
Ma Hongjun didn't know if it was because the road to hell had not yet been opened, or because his strength at this time was far superior to that of Tang Yin and Hu Liena in the original time and space. Anyway, the third test he entered by mistake was stronger than the two people in the original time and space.
The third test faced was more real and more terrifying.
Unlike the first two levels, Ma Hongjun passed them easily.
Of course, it's also possible that it was just a coincidence that led him to encounter the Ten-Headed Fierce Sun Snake and the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King.
But no matter what, the third level’s spiritual test is correct.
"Although it was caused by obsession, in any case, it still allowed me to return to my master's dojo to have a look. This injury is not a bad thing."
Ma Hongjun smiled slightly, which immediately caused another violent cough.
Over the years, it's not like he hasn't tried to practice Taoism, but even the fetal breath, which is comparable to the top-level mimicry practice, he has entered several times, but he just can't get into it.
It was as if there was a chasm standing in front of him, preventing him from taking that step.
From that moment on, Ma Hongjun knew that although he could practice cultivation in this world, God's will seemed not to allow him to practice immortality.
But it is also true that it would take thousands of years for others to become gods before they could accumulate enough power of faith to break through the hundred-level mark, but it only took him more than ten years or decades to swallow the golden elixir of the Great Dao.
You can live as long as heaven and earth, shine with the sun and moon, and you don’t need to ascend to the divine realm.
A carefree immortal, an immortal god, although Ma Hongjun doesn't know why God does not allow him to cultivate immortality, but since the rules of heaven and earth do not allow it, he should just practice martial arts honestly.
As the saying goes, Tao follows nature. If you adapt to the characteristics of this world and devote yourself to cultivating the way of martial arts, isn't that not cultivating Tao?
Of course, the way of martial arts is also a way, but even if Ma Hongjun figured it out, he still couldn't let go of his obsession until he was attacked this time.
Ma Hongjun recalled the scenes that happened next after waking up from the Taoist alchemy room. If he hadn't been so lucky in the illusion, he might still be struggling in the illusion at this time.
You know, he practiced hard for more than ten years in his previous life, but finally achieved nothing, so he gradually became addicted to some messy things. Finally, because of an accident, or an occasional flash of inspiration, his soul awakened, that is, he cultivated the divine fetus, and then
Squeeze yourself dry and die.
However, it was his good luck. After his soul squeezed out the essence of his body, his master in his first life noticed him. He couldn't bear his demise, so he threw him into this world like a piece of trash with a flash of Tai Chi divine light.
That is to say, he was wrapped in the Yin-Yang Tai Chi Diagram, and after traveling through the turbulent flow of time and space for an unknown length of time, he was reincarnated in this world.
Otherwise, given his current state, as long as the energy carried by his soul is exhausted, he will inevitably have to go through the pain of reincarnation again.
However, with the blessing of the Tai Chi divine light that his master casually waved, Ma Hongjun no longer had to worry about his true spirit being deceived by pollution.
So nearly three years after he was reincarnated as Douluo, his past life memories began to recover.
Later, he developed the Tai Chi Soul Spin that suppresses the sea of consciousness.
Ma Hongjun understood that if it were not for the remaining charm of the Tai Chi divine light that his master casually waved, his Tai Chi contemplation method at that time would not have been successful. This is the real reason why no one later learned the Tai Chi contemplation method.
But with the recovery of memories, especially after exchanging cultivation techniques with Tang San for the first time, how could Ma Hongjun be willing to just practice internal strength?
Although the inner strength has been transformed into soul power since the martial soul awakened and was affected by the martial soul, Ma Hongjun's biggest regret in his heart is undoubtedly that he has no immortal destiny, cannot enter the Tao, and cannot become an immortal.
Therefore, the obsession in his heart to become an immortal has always been in his heart and has never dissipated.
This is why when he entered the third level of Rakshasa Ghost Mist, that is, the blood-red mist, the illusion he entered was part of the time when he was learning Taoism in the mountains in his previous life.
The so-called spiritual illusion is to face one's own inner demons head-on. If he has unsatisfied obsessions in his heart, the illusion will fulfill them for him.
This is also the reason why Ma Hongjun was so lucky in the fantasy world. When he searched for the ancient immortal cave, he really entered the place where immortals live.
Then the immortal also tested them, gave them elixirs, and taught them magic. Isn't this just a perfect fairy tale and adventure?
There is also the little lolita with red hair and animal ears who is only 1.5 meters tall. Ma Hongjun said that she is what she is, which is easier than saying what she says.
Ma Hongjun asked her to be a flute player by his side, and the girl immediately bowed her head and bowed. Her head banged loudly, and she was even more domineering than a king.
There is also the evil spirit that he just grabbed to death. Ma Hongjun said that Changsheng is based on Yin Changsheng, so he appeared in the form of Changsheng, and his wishes came true more than anything else.
It’s really just me looking for an adventure in fairyland!
There was also the evil spirit who pretended to be a Taoist master in his previous life, and specifically named him and the evil spirit pretending to be Zhang Jingxu to follow him into the cave for a look.
All these things were dominated by him, allowing him not only to have adventures in immortality, but also to adopt a different kind of enlightened elf as a boy.
Even the Nine-turn Golden Pill was given to him for free. Taken together, if Ma Hongjun still can't find a way to break the situation, then his experience and practice in the past and present life are not as useful as a pig.
So, after he broke free from the obsession that bound his mind, the entire illusion shattered and he returned to his true self.
"Well, this is it."
On the road to hell, Ma Hongjun looked around and stopped walking alone.
Around him, a blood-red lake like lava was already less than a foot away from him. In other words, if you continue forward, the road to hell will almost end.
Ma Hongjun chose a fork in the road as usual, took out the belongings he had brought with him, and began to arrange a residence for him to heal and rest on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, more than half an hour passed, and Ma Hongjun, who endured severe pain all over his body, finally completed the decoration.
"It's not bad. Although I can't isolate myself from the surrounding Rakshasa energy and the terrifying high temperature, I at least have a temporary shelter."
Ma Hongjun nodded, clenched his silver teeth, and with a kacha sound, he first removed the dislocated bones and joints, then gritted his teeth, and with a pop, his hands quickly touched several places on his body, and quickly pulled out the punctures.
The bone fragments drilled out of the skin then sealed the golden-red blood that wanted to spurt out.
With his strong recovery and vitality, the horrific wounds left by the Contra-level evil spirit and the nine Soul Saint-level evil spirits on his body had already stopped bleeding and scabbed.
Even because he was still fighting desperately at that time and was surrounded by phoenix flames, it effectively prevented the golden-red precious blood from flowing out, and also prevented the rapid loss of water in the body.
It's no longer possible now. He has less than 10% of his soul power and is seriously injured. As a result, his strong recovery power and vitality have plummeted. If the wound is not sealed in time, there may be a risk of massive blood loss and excessive water loss.
Then, Ma Hongjun violently spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood, which was also mixed with internal organ fragments, and fell on the stone slab on his body, making a sizzling sound in an instant.
"hiss!"
Ma Hongjun gasped in pain at the scorching, evil smell of blood all around him, and slumped down on the ice blue crystal stone bench beneath him.
"It's so cruel. If I hadn't been able to live without food, Xiang would have been beaten out by me."
Ma Hongjun looked down at the dark brown bloody hole in his abdomen that was thicker than an adult's arm. Although it had already scabbed, he could still tell how miserable he was at that time.
In this case, if he were still protecting his body with the soul power gauze condensed by pure Yang Qi, if it were Dugu Bo in the original time and space, the horror would have been torn apart by the group of vicious ghosts and resentments, and not even the dregs would be left.
Ma Hongjun licked his chapped lips and took out the water stored in the flame ring with difficulty. He wanted to take a sip, but when he saw the blood hole in his abdomen, he resisted this meaningless move.
"Forget it, I'll stop drinking. Although it won't leak out, it still feels a bit weird. It's not too late to drink again after I've fully recovered."
The thoughts in Ma Hongjun's mind turned around, and he put away the water in his hand. Then with difficulty, he moved his legs to the cold crystal stone bench and sat cross-legged, officially starting the journey of healing and recovery.
boom!
In an instant, as the thin soul power circulated in the body, a black and red flame suddenly emerged from Ma Hongjun's body.
Accompanied by the rich breath of life and the gentle but not hot fire of Nirvana, the wound that Ma Hongjun had just torn open again due to bone retrieval began to scab quickly and turned into a dark brown lump.
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