The tenth level of a true immortal is a threshold. It has nothing to do with physical strength, but only relates to one's personal state of mind.
To be precise, it is a self-discipline that occurs when the practitioner's Taoist mind is about to enter the early stage of attainment.
For those who have successfully understood and successfully passed through the situation, breaking through the situation will be a matter of course, and it is extremely simple.
But once you hit the dead end and enter a dead end, the danger is no less dangerous than when your inner demons descend.
Because of this, the tenth grade True Immortal is also called a little devil by the monks of the Three Realms.
For example, Meng Tianjiao back then, as a direct disciple of the Wuchen Immortal Realm, had outstanding talents, but he still stagnated in this realm for many years.
As a last resort, he went to Xuan Yin Sea, one of the four most dangerous places, to practice alone. He had an epiphany about life and death at the moment, and only then had the chance to finally break through.
It's strength, it's opportunity, it's also the indescribable luck, all three are indispensable.
"Boom."
The thunder roars incessantly, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Qianlong Island, and their minds were secretly locked on the large demon gathering array suspended in the sky.
"Fail, must fail."
"It is impossible for the tenth demon cloud to be formed, and Suning cannot enter the tenth rank of true immortal."
Some people clenched their fists, were impatient, and cursed with a vicious look on their face.
Some people looked at it indifferently and chatted with acquaintances calmly, not taking Suning's breakthrough to heart at all.
Others were yawning, feeling sleepy, but showing a hint of interest.
"In twenty years, from the sixth level of True Immortal to the tenth level of True Immortal, how can this kid achieve the same cultivation speed as before, even though his Dharma has been abolished?"
"It can take as little as a hundred years for others to break through the four realms, and it can take as long as hundreds or thousands of years for others to break through."
"Oh, it's good for him. He's qualified to be a general in just twenty years. Why?"
"Is this unparalleled evil talent really what a useless person should have?"
...
Qianlong Island, a place of retreat in Suning.
In the dark cave where he couldn't even see his fingers, the demonic energy that was so rich that it was almost viscous slowly flowed in front of him.
He sat on the futon with a slight bow, his chest heaving violently, and a string of scarlet blood beads spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The brain is dizzy, out of control, and has no clarity.
"Kill, kill, kill."
"Blood paves the way for corpses. My Taoist intention is to kill. How can I say compassion?"
"Back then, Jiuyang wanted to kill me, and the Taoists couldn't tolerate me."
"After I came to the fairy world, Duan Ziqian made countless plots against me and wanted to kill me because of Jiang Lin'an."
"I didn't want to become a demon, but I had no choice but to do so."
"Now I don't want to turn into a monster, but you are forcing me to become a monster myself."
"Hahaha, why?"
"Why was it that when I walked out of Taoshan Village I was clean and innocent, but you insisted on forcing me to have my hands stained with blood, and that I was neither a human nor a ghost?"
"Buzz buzz."
The anger was released, and Suning roared.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his closed eyes suddenly opened.
"Uh-huh."
Two sharp rays of light burst out, seeming to burn the void.
After a brief period of clarity, he fell into a hazy trance again, and his laughter became more sinister.
The picture in front of me is distorting, collapsing inch by inch, and merging again and again.
Suning saw himself walking in a sea of blood and flying over a mountain of corpses.
White bones, thick bones as far as the eye can see.
The sky and the earth are all red, filled with blood, and innocent souls are everywhere.
The familiar appearance kept echoing in his mind, and he vaguely returned to the small world of China.
He stood at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, looking at the main peak hall towering into the clouds from a distance. His murderous intention was unstoppable and unstoppable.
"Are you back?"
The screen flashed, and Ji Xuanqing appeared at some point.
Wearing a Kunlun green robe, he looked at Suning who was covered in blood with a loving look on his face and said, "Just come back. This is your home. We have been waiting for you."
However, the next moment, Ji Xuanqing fell.
Suning's right hand penetrated his lower abdomen fiercely, and the sword energy spread horizontally, mincing his internal organs to pieces.
"you......"
He was lying on the bottom steps, dying.
He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with heartbreaking disappointment and sadness.
"Suning."
He shouted softly without closing his eyes.
At the same time, countless Kunlun disciples rushed down the mountain.
