His brain was so powerful that he could only take a gamble. Only the demon was left in his mind. The rest were hung on the withered tree and hidden in the void, and then he allowed that power to enter his mind and hover in his mind. .
Tianmo slowly opened his eyes, and his thoughts suddenly changed. He completely became Wu Yuansi, and Chu Li became a passer-by, as if it was just a mass of memories in his mind.
The black-haired old man said slowly: "Wu Yuansi, you came back from Tianwaitian, do you still plan to go back?"
Chu Li shook his head and said: "I don't want to go back. Although Tianwai Tian is good, it is not as good as here."
"What's wrong?" the black-haired old man asked.
Chu Lidao said: "We are born with hypocrisy, selfishness and cunning, and it is difficult to have a heart-to-heart relationship with someone."
"Well, then have you ever killed a celestial being in the outer world?"
"Killed, ten."
"Are you dissatisfied with the sect?"
"have."
"What's the point of dissatisfaction?"
"Being too conservative and only defending without attacking is too honest and you will be bullied!"
"Did you kill Mo Zhixuan?"
"yes."
"How did you kill him?"
"He dressed up as Senior Brother Huang, and I dressed up as Leng Yuezong Qiu Mingliang. He wanted to plot against me, but I plotted against him and killed him first."
"Do you want to practice the Flying God and Demon Art?"
"yes."
"What do you want to do after you master the Flying God and Demon Art?"
"Clean up the Xuanxin Sect, suppress the Xuanxin Sect, and make the sect famous!"
The black-haired old man turned to look at the silver-haired old man.
The silver-haired old man had been staring at the bronze mirror in his hand without saying a word since they started talking. Then he raised his head, glanced at Chu Li, and said calmly: "Wu Yuansi, you lied."
Chu Li was startled and said hurriedly: "Senior, I..."
"You really don't want to go back to the outer world?" the silver-haired old man said solemnly.
Chu Li hesitated and shook his head helplessly: "I want to go back."
"Why do you want to go back?" the silver-haired old man frowned.
He thought that the disciple in front of him was just like before, coveting the prosperity of the outer world.
Chu Li said: "I want to return to the Holy Land of Light and steal the second volume of the Great Light Sutra! ... What I want to do must be done!"
The silver-haired old man smiled, shook his head and said: "You can't think like this. How can everything go as planned in the world and you can do whatever you want!"
Chu Li hummed: "The Bright Land is indeed difficult to deal with, but I think I can steal it!"
The silver-haired old man turned to look at the black-haired old man, shook his head and said: "You are too stubborn, and you will definitely suffer in the future."
The black-haired old man nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, when do you want to learn the Flying God and Demon Art?"
"The sooner the better." Chu Li said hurriedly: "Xuanxin Sect will definitely kill me. If you learn the Flying God and Demon Art, you won't be afraid of their assassination!"
"Okay, come with me." The black-haired old man stood up and turned to a side door.
Chu Li got his things back first, then entered the side door, and then entered another hall.
As soon as he entered the hall, his stagnant internal energy began to flow and slowly recovered, but his whole body felt depressed, as if there was an invisible force restraining him and squeezing him.
Chu Li glanced at the main hall and saw a black statue in the center.
This black statue is of a middle-aged man with a solemn face and a pair of shoulders on his back, as if he is flapping his wings and flying in the sky.
After a few glances, he felt as if he was actually there, as if he had transformed into this man and was flying in the sky. White clouds were passing by, the strong wind was howling, and the blood was boiling in his chest.
Chu Li quickly removed his eyes and frowned at the old man in black.
The black-haired old man smiled and said, "How do you feel?"
"It seems to be flying." Chu Li said.
"It seems that your understanding is very good." The black-haired old man nodded with satisfaction: "This is the mental method of the Flying God and Demon Art. To understand the mental method, you need to look at this statue. This is the Feitian God and Demon Statue."
As he spoke, he took out a thin booklet from his arms and handed it over.
Chu Li took the thin booklet with both hands: "If we practice to the extreme, will this happen?"
The black-haired old man nodded: "Flying through the void as if walking on flat ground is the secret of our Flying God and Demon Art."
Chu Li clasped his fists, opened the thin book and flipped through it. There were only twelve pages in total. The thinking was complicated, and the writing was mysterious. Every sentence seemed to contain infinite mysteries and needed to be carefully pondered and studied.
"Others can't secretly learn our Flying God and Demon Art, because they can't enter this God and Demon Palace and can't see the statue of the God and Demon. It's useless to have the Flying God and Demon Art because they can't understand it." The black-haired old man smiled.
He said with a proud tone: "A while ago, Mo Zhixuan came to secretly learn the martial arts of our Feitian Sect, but he still failed to learn the real secret skill and could not enter the temple."
Chu Li said: "What if he really comes in?"
"That can't pass the level of the Wenxin Palace." The black-haired old man said with a smile: "When you enter the Wenxin Palace, your inner strength is sealed, and you have to show your true colors. Plus, with the bronze Jianwenxin, there is no way to hide."
Chu Li said: "It doesn't matter if he stole our basic mental skills?"
"Our basic mental skills are similar to those of the Xuanxin Sect. The basic mental skills of all major sects are all Heavenly Demon Skills. They are very similar, so it doesn't matter if you get them." The black-haired old man waved his hands and said: "The key is still the secret martial arts, so that's not the case.
He can get his hands on it."
Chu Li nodded lightly.
"You should take your time to understand." The black-haired old man waved his hand and gently exited the hall.
Only he and a statue of gods and demons were left in the empty hall.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, but did not relax. He just let the demon in his mind close his eyes, and suddenly he became the master of his body again, instead of the Wu Yuansi he pretended to be.
If it weren't for my mysterious Heavenly Demon Skill, I wouldn't have passed this level. It's really meticulous.
However, no matter how careful the defense is, there are always opportunities to take advantage of it. He still took advantage of the loopholes and had great luck.
Chu Li sat on the futon in the center of the hall and began to meditate on the Flying God and Demon Art.
The mental method and the statues of gods and demons confirmed each other, allowing him to understand the art of flying gods and demons more and more deeply.
The moon rose and the moon set. He felt that only a moment had passed, but it had already been a day and a night. There was a knock on the door outside, and Huang Heming's voice sounded: "Senior Brother Wu, it's time to eat."
Chu Li said: "Junior Brother Huang, just leave it outside."
Huang Heming said no more, the sound of footsteps sounded, and he had already left.
Chu Li was hungry and felt that his thinking was becoming clearer and as agile as a god. The Flying God and Demon Art seemed to have another layer of heaven and earth. He suddenly realized it, and then kept digging forward, and then there was another layer of mystery.
Layer after layer, he didn't know how many layers he passed, but he felt that the Flying God and Demon Art was mysterious and unusual. After activating it, his body was like electricity and smoke.
Going against the grain always seems to be going with the wind.
Wind and air became his partners, helping him. His body moved and remained still in just a thought. When he thought of it, he was already moving. The speed was really shocking. From the outside, it looked like he was just flickering, and he had already appeared in different locations.
"Senior Brother Wu, it's been three days and three nights, you should drink some water." Huang Heming's voice sounded outside again.
Chu Li appeared in front of the palace door in a flash, opened the door, and suddenly felt the dazzling light. He squinted his eyes and looked at Huang Heming: "Junior Brother Huang, thank you very much."
"Senior Brother Wu, have you understood anything?" Huang Heming asked curiously.
Chu Li seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "You have a little knowledge of the subject, but do you want to learn from each other?"
"I've learned a lot recently," Huang Heming said with a smile.
Chu Li appeared outside the hall in a flash and arrived at the entrance of the courtyard.
Huang Heming's face changed slightly, and he said somewhat unconfidently: "It's not necessary anymore."