All thoughtful creatures will have greed, anger, delusion, joy, anger, worry, sadness, and fear.
Then the arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony and lust will be exposed. And often when these seven emotions and six desires cannot be realized, resentment will arise.
For those with strong resentment, evil gods and ghosts will be born.
Those who are filled with resentment hate heaven, earth, and people.
Those with low resentment will be depressed and trapped in their hearts. Over time, this turbidity will slowly take shape. Some living beings will die and disappear, but the resentment will remain stagnation.
Jian Wuqi looked at the grievances slowly surrounding them in the air, and sighed: "Your grievances really have nothing to do with me. The grievances have their origins, and the debts have their owners, so why don't you look for your enemies."
But the resentment in the air was rising, as if he didn't agree with Jian Wuqi's statement.
The resentment seemed to be one invisible rope after another, slowly pulling towards Jian Wuqi.
Jian Wuqi shouted softly, and the green sword "cang" was unsheathed.
The fiery red green sword turned into countless in the air, and the cold and shining green sword floated in the air, wandering unsteadily.
Jian Wuqi waved his sword fingers lightly, and suddenly, the green swords with red flames roared away.
Suddenly, these countless flying swords rushed out like a raging river.
"Cang, Cang" that sharp green sword seems to be crushing all matter and wreaking havoc in the fifth level of purgatory.
"Ha ha."
"Jiejiejiejie·······"
The countless voices that were complaining and crying seemed to have turned into endless ridicule.
Jian Wuqi was stunned and looked into the void. Sure enough, this endless river of flying swords pierced the air and touched nothing.
After being stunned for a moment, Jian Wuqi suddenly realized that these resentments were incorporeal bodies like ghosts, and this Qingzhi Sword really couldn't do anything to them!
Jian Wuqi's divine thoughts swept across the empty fifth floor. After thinking for a moment, he murmured: "A divine soul?"
Divine soul, three souls and seven souls.
The three souls belong to Yang, and the seven souls belong to Yin.
Killing three corpses is the spirit among the three souls. The seven souls control the physical body.
The three souls are the decision-makers, and the seven souls are the executors.
One soul is Tianzhong, the second soul is spiritual wisdom, the third soul is Qi, the fourth soul is strength, the fifth soul is center, the sixth soul is essence, and the seventh soul is Ying. From Baihui Road to Huiyin, form a straight line.
Jian Wuqi suddenly said to himself: "Shenhun, three souls and seven souls have gods, and gods are thoughts."
"Come on, you bastards."
Jian Wuqi shouted loudly, and actually let go of the sword light on his body, retracted the Qingzhi Sword, and let these countless thoughts of injustice enter his body.
Suddenly, the resentment in the fifth purgatory seemed like a swarm of flies seeing fresh blood, swarming towards Jian Wuqi.
Within a moment, there was a lot of resentment in the body that seemed to be intertwined with thunder and ghost energy. Jian Wuqi used the sky to attack, the spirit and wisdom guarded the head, and the spirit guarded the heart.
The other four souls were like traitors, leading a lot of resentment into every corner of Jian Wuqi's body.
Because Jian Wuqi knew in his heart that this level of resentment would definitely not be limited to this level.
I don't know how much time passed, but Jian Wuqi's figure was teetering on the square platform in the center of the fifth floor. It seemed as if there was a thousand kilograms of weight on his back, and his body was bent and unable to straighten.
But this level of resentment disappeared.
Jian Wuqi gritted his teeth and staggered toward the sixth level of Shura Purgatory.
Although the originally small figure has become slower and more difficult now, Jian Wuqi's thoughts are not there.
Rumor has it that there is a spirit among the three souls, and killing them will prove the supreme path.
But Jian Wuqi didn't understand why he had to be killed. Now on the second level of the deification realm, the three souls and seven souls have gods, which are divine souls.
Now that these three souls and seven souls have thoughts, they don't know if they understand this sword technique?
Jian Wuqi walked all the way, using his soul to figure out the sword skills, but his brain and heart didn't have a single thought, and seemed to be empty.
No wonder, that day Sangzhu said that Jian Wuqi was relatively simple. This extremely simple person could actually stop any thoughts in his heart and mind.
Although there is not a single thought in this heart or mind, these three souls never stop for a moment.
While the three souls were commanding the seven souls and guiding the resentment, the resentment was surprisingly cooperative. Because the seven souls were originally Yin and were very similar to the incorporeal body of the resentment, they seemed to be regarded as the same kind by the resentment.
Jian Wuqi climbed up to the sixth level of Shura Purgatory with difficulty, and sat on the square platform with his eyes blank, opening his body to let the resentment enter into the body that was already filled with resentment.
But in his mind, he was trying to figure out a sword technique.
This sword technique is filled with colorful clouds. I don't know why, but the clouds are intermittent and fail to condense.
One thing that Jian Wuqi doesn't know is that the resentment on the sixth level is incomparable to the fifth level of Shura Purgatory.
If the fifth level of resentment is like the big rocks in the river, then the sixth level of resentment is like the sand in the river.
In the already full body, the resentment is not a docile kitten. These resentments are actually gnawing at Jian Wuqi's body, muscles, bones, and blood with traces of lightning, purple energy, and ghost power.
Except for the resentment that dissipated on the spot after encountering the slightest hint of thunder and purple energy, the other resentments continued to grow.
Seeing this, Qi Po also stood by helplessly.
Because flesh and blood can be restored, but if Qi Po dies, Jian Wuqi's body will dissipate in this purgatory.
On the first day, the flesh and blood on Jian Wuqi's body was slowly decreasing.
Jian Wuqi has not woken up, and there is not much flesh and blood left on his body. Some of the resentments in his body have actually grown a lot.
On the fourth day, Jian Wuqi had not woken up. Jian Wuqi's flesh and blood had been chewed up almost completely.
Jian Wuqi suddenly opened his eyes and murmured: "The sword is missing!"
Yes, study swordsmanship. What would you do without a sword?
A fiery red spiritual object suddenly appeared in front of Sanhun.
Jian Wuqi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he understood that this was the fire spirit in Qingzhi Sword.
This innate fire spirit seemed to feel that Jian Wuqi's body was about to be eaten away by resentment. Jian Wuqi was in danger, and with a "boom", he split into three parts in the first sea of consciousness.
The three souls of heaven, earth and man were immediately overjoyed and picked up the sword transformed from the fire spirit as if they were human beings.
On this day, just when resentment was about to bite into Jian Wuqi's marrow.
The body suddenly lit up with colorful clouds.
The streaks of colorful clouds turned into countless flying swords, filling every corner of Jian Wuqi's body.
In an instant, the countless flying swords, like rivers spanning the sky and the human world, swept through Jian Wuqi's entire body.
Those small resentments, as soon as they came into contact with the Caixia Flying Sword, were like big waves washing away the sand. These tiny sands were swept into the Sky-Bearing Sword River, and instantly turned into green smoke.
These streaks of green smoke went straight up and entered Jian Wuqi's sea of consciousness, nourishing and cultivating Jian Wuqi's soul and seven souls.
There is still a trace, which is directly submerged in the liquefied river of spiritual thoughts.
Suddenly, my body ached, like a sword that had been cut to pieces by a thousand swords, and I felt refreshed.
However, the situation of Jian Wuqi is not optimistic. In front of each of the seven souls, there are several huge resentments. These resentments seem to be just resentment, but their wisdom is not too high.
Originally, after the three souls absorbed countless resentments, they became stronger. However, when they looked at these resentments again, they suddenly became cautious.
At this time, although the resentment on the sixth level was still pouring into Jian Wuqi's body, these resentments were like drizzle to the three souls.
Suddenly, three of the seven souls shook their bodies. These three souls, carrying the huge resentment of the five, came to the sea of consciousness.
The divine thoughts in the sea of consciousness suddenly pounced on these five huge resentments. These five great resentments looked at the divine thoughts gushing over.
They actually let out a scream that shocked the soul.
That scream seemed like the unwilling cry of millions of gods and demons for thousands of years.
This shout caused the great river of spiritual thoughts to be shaken in the first sea of consciousness and fixed in the blue sky.
The five major resentments all let out a long sigh of relief, but unexpectedly, streaks of colorful clouds suddenly appeared in the first sea of consciousness. The colorful clouds turned into a flying sword, which seemed to strike fiercely across the sky.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff" the five great resentments were actually chopped into blue smoke and dissipated in the first layer of consciousness sea.
The dissipated green smoke slowly floated towards the three souls and seven souls, towards the divine thoughts, and towards the flaming red sword spirit. In an instant, the divine thoughts, divine souls, and the sword spirit became much stronger.
At this moment, Jian Wuqi's mind returned to normal, and his whole skin and bones body was in unbearable pain. His miserable screams were more like weeping than resentment.
But seeing that my three souls, seven souls, sword spirit, and spiritual thoughts combined to kill several resentful people, I no longer have any worries.
He actually tilted his head and fainted from the pain!