Chu Li was not in a hurry to take action. He looked at him calmly and sighed: "I know that Master Song Chi is following the path of the Great God. Do you think you can succeed?"
"Of course it can." Song Wuji nodded lightly: "If it can't be done, why would Song have wasted all his efforts and so many years of time."
Chu Li said: "This is a road that no one has walked before. Doesn't Lord Song Chi find it hard? Besides, the risk is extremely high. Countless seniors have walked this road through the ages, but none of them have gone right."
"Sometimes it's not that the road is wrong, it's just that I can't go on." Song Wuji shook his head and said calmly: "Chu Li, you and I are on the same road. I know you must also take this road, right?"
Chu Li opened his jaw.
Song Wuji laughed, shook his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, with your qualifications, you can't go all the way to the end, so you can only work in vain."
Chu Li raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Master Song Chi said that I have poor qualifications?"
Song Wuji said: "Your body has become very good now, and your qualifications are also excellent, but you can't change the things in your bones, especially the path to the Great God. I was born a genius, and I can speak since I was born. After my mother
You practiced cultivation in your womb, but you couldn’t, so you must be a late bloomer, right?”
Chu Li frowned and nodded slowly.
Song Wuji smiled and said: "You have accumulated a lot of experience now, and then relied on amazing luck to get to this point. Without luck, it would be your limit to reach this level with only your qualifications."
Chu Li said: "I think I have excellent qualifications."
Song Wuji laughed twice, waved his hands and said: "You really dare to say that!... In terms of qualifications, among the two of you, Xiao Fu is better and has more hope. Unfortunately, his longevity is rare now, and he looks like he will be short-lived.
,What a pity, what a pity!”
Fu Caiwei sneered, her face full of contempt.
Song Wuji sighed: "Xiao Fu, you..."
He shook his head and said: "It's just a pain for you, that's all, you want to take action?"
Chu Li frowned and said nothing, still thinking about qualifications.
He was able to cultivate the Great Round Mirror Wisdom in Tianye Temple, which showed that he had extremely high qualifications. Later, the Ku Rong Sutra appeared, which changed his qualifications, and at the same time blocked his own light, and made his appearance more and more simple to preserve himself.
No matter how powerful Song Wuji was, he still couldn't see through the Ku Rong Sutra. It seemed that the Ku Rong Sutra was more powerful than he thought, which made him more courageous.
Fu Caiwei glanced at Chu Li.
She thought Chu Li had been trying to find Song Wuji's weakness with words.
She had always wanted to kill Song Wuji, but she didn't know Song Wuji well. She only knew that he was despicable and hypocritical, and that he was not a gentleman.
There are not many people in the world who understand Song Wuji, or even none. His martial arts is so strong that he is like standing in the clouds. Everyone can only look up to him but cannot touch him, and even if they touch him, they cannot understand him.
Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. Chu Li's nonsense with Song Wuji must be to understand Song Wuji and find a way to restrain himself.
Chu Li sighed: "I know that Master Song Chi created the Spirit-Swallowing Scripture."
Song Wuji smiled and said, "What do you think of my spirit-swallowing scripture?"
Chu Li shook his head and said: "Master Song Chi has integrated the immortality skill into it, right?"
"It's okay to tell you." Song Wuji said lightly: "The Immortality Technique, the Heaven-Devouring Technique, and several spiritual beast mental techniques. These essences are combined into one and become the Spirit-Swallowing Sutra. I'm giving you a piece of advice. It's for the sake of our journey."
For the sake of the road."
Chu Li clasped his fists: "I'm all ears."
"If you want to become a great god, you have to have your own way, your own unique way. You need to create your own mental method, and then practice it to perfection, and that's about it." Song Wuji nodded: "Actually, it's simple to say, but to point out
It doesn’t matter, if you practice the mental method of the upper heaven to perfection, you can ascend, and create a mental method that is completely consistent with your own, and cannot be lower than the mental method of the upper heaven. Then, if you cultivate to perfection, you can become a great god!"
Chu Li frowned and thought, half convinced and half doubtful.
He now also has some understanding of Song Wuji. He did not become upright and disdainful of conspiracies and tricks because of his martial arts. Instead, he was happy to perform tricks.
Not one of the ten words he says may be true, so it's best not to listen.
"Even if you practice a few higher-level heavenly martial arts to perfection now, you still won't be able to become a great god." Song Wuji said calmly.
Chu Li smiled.
Logically speaking, with Song Wuji's martial arts skills, if he wanted to harm him, all he had to do was kill him. There was no need to tell lies to trick him into going astray.
But he couldn't reason based on common sense.
Since ancient times, creating a mental method requires the efforts of several generations. It is not that simple. There are always flaws in a person's wisdom and imperfections in the mental methods created. It needs improvement bit by bit and dedication.
All are at huge cost.
No matter how smart he is, if he wants to surpass the wisdom of generations or even dozens of generations of ancient people to create a mental method and try to practice it, it will be difficult for him to get far. This is not something that can be achieved by luck.
Song Wuji continued: "The founder of every martial art originally wanted to suit himself, and everyone's body is different. The martial arts that suits the founder may not be suitable for those who come after him, so the power is weakened and the body cannot be cultivated.
Complete.”
Chu Li said: "Which Spirit-Swallowing Sutra created by Master Song Chi is the most suitable for me?"
"This is natural!" Song Wuji said proudly: "The reason why I have achieved my current status is entirely due to the Spirit Swallowing Sutra, which swallows the spirit of heaven and earth to create myself!"
Chu Li sighed and shook his head.
Song Wuji is still fooling himself. It seems that it is unrealistic to learn from him. Song Wuji has no good intentions.
He was certain in his heart and turned to look at Fu Caiwei and Sui Miaozhu.
Fu Caiwei cooperated with him quite tacitly. When she saw his eyes, she knew she was going to take action. She sneered and said: "Funny words, Song Wuji, suffer death!"
She suddenly disappeared, and then a snow-white flower appeared in the void, about the size of a washbasin, blooming slowly, exuding deadly beauty.
"Alas..." Song Wuji shook his head.
A blue light flashed in Chu Li's eyes, and he slapped a palm slowly, as gently as a joke.
Sui Miaozhu also slapped a palm, the palm of his hand was as crystal clear as jade, silent and seemingly slow but extremely fast. He struck first and hit Song Wuji before Chu Li.
The three of them all used their strongest attack. Chu Li used the eighth level of the Heavenly Spirit Sutra, which was matched with the Wheel Palm. The palm also contained the huge power of the Wheel Tower.
"Bang!" Fu Caiwei suddenly appeared, and her jade palm collided with Song Wuji's right palm, making a muffled sound.
Song Wuji stood firmly on the spot, and Fu Caiwei flew backwards, like being thrown by a catapult.
Sui Miaozhu's jade palm intersected with his left palm and flew backwards, as fast as a meteor passing by, disappearing in a flash, which shows how powerful it is.
When Song Wuji was about to chase him out, Chu Li's palm arrived. This palm was just right, and Wanxiang Guizong came into play at this time.
"Bang!" Chu Li took a step back, and two footprints appeared under his feet that could not cover his feet.
"Bang bang!" He took two more steps back, his footprints getting deeper.
"Bang bang bang bang..." The continuous muffled sound was as fast as rain hitting the plantains. Chu Li retreated more than twenty steps in one breath. Each step had deep footprints, but they became shallower towards the back.