"There is a great horror between life and death!"

"There is also a great opportunity between life and death!"

"Ordinary mortals will burst out with power far beyond ordinary when facing the threat of death. What about us monks?"

Zhong Shentong's expression became serious and said seriously.

"The greater the pressure, the greater the motivation. What pressure can be stronger than death?"

"With the help of the deadline, the speed of cultivation and the ability to perceive will be thousands of times that of ordinary people."

"This is my personal experience, absolutely true!"

"If fellow Taoist can master this kind of power, it will definitely not be difficult to cultivate to the Nascent Soul before the end of his life!"

Zhong Shen communicated and said swearingly.

"As fellow Taoist said, why are there cultivators in the world who will be trapped for the rest of their lives and will never be able to break through until death?" Li Fan said helplessly.

Zhong Shentong was slightly stunned. After thinking carefully, he quickly came up with the answer.

"That must be because they are not afraid of death enough!"

"I understand! Fellow Taoist is now transcendent and open-minded, putting life and death aside. I am worried that I cannot practice with the pressure of the deadline, right?" Zhong Shentong suddenly realized.

"Don't worry, there is a "Chapter on the Response of Life and Death" I practiced. After studying it, you can fully realize the value of life and the terrifying death."

Li Fan carefully looked at the old Taoist in front of him.

I think this Zhong Shentong has a different idea than that of ordinary people.

Could it be that I practiced the "Mysterious Art of Life and Death" and made my head broken? The practice I practiced was just told directly to the person I saw for the first time?

He replied seriously: "Fellow Taoist practices are mysterious, I admire them."

"But the Dharma cannot be practiced with fellow practitioners. The Taoist practices belong to me, but I have no blessing to accept it..."

Zhong Shentong interrupted Li Fan indifferently: "This is why I came to seek fellow Taoists."

"Please teach me how to put life and death outside the precepts?"

"How can we be as good as fellow Taoists, without fear of death?"

"If you can overcome the fear of death, then I must be freed!"

Zhong Shentong said anxiously.

Li Fan was stunned when he heard this.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong, you..."

Zhong Shentong waved his hand: "I know fellow Taoist may not understand. But in fact, I really don't want to live now."

"I have lived in the world for 168 years and have seen all kinds of coldness."

"For me, everything in the world is no longer fun."

"For the sake of martial arts, treasures, territory, lifespan, and so on..."

"Haha, I just think they're noisy."

"If it were possible, I would have thought I would have broken myself up."

Speaking of this, a trace of helplessness flashed in Zhong Shentong's eyes: "But the "The Mysterious Art of Life and Death" I practiced has made me unable to fight the instinctive fear of death in my heart."

"Whenever I think of committing suicide and commit suicide, my instinct will make me do things that go against my will."

"In order not to practice, I even thought of handing over the exercises to other monks to practice."

"But often soon after, I feel my slower and slower practice speed, as if I am getting closer and closer to death, and I will lose my mind and find and kill the other party."

"So after I heard about the deeds of fellow Taoist Wuwei's fear of death, I came to ask for advice."

Zhong Shentong said sincerely.

Li Fan was speechless.

If Li Fan is a persistent person seeking immortality, then Zhong Shentong is a person who has lived enough to commit suicide.

However, he was tragically bound by his own martial arts and could not commit suicide.

This leads to some painful schizophrenia.

"Can't even do the self-dispersed exercise?" Li Fan asked.

Zhong Shentong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"This "The Mysterious Art of Life and Death" is really strange." Li Fan said in his heart when he heard this.

Li Fan could only help Zhong Shentong's current situation.

Li Fan is not afraid of life and death, but he will not die at all.

If he really encounters something that can really endanger his life, he will definitely run away quickly.

After thinking about it, Li Fan also said sincerely: "My situation may be useless to fellow Taoists."

"I am just open-minded and there is nothing special about it."

Zhong Shentong hurriedly said, "I understand. I understand."

"But the fear of death is human nature. How did fellow Taoists overcome it?"

Seeing that he was not ashamed of the Yellow River, Li Fan had no choice but to say, "I'm not afraid either. I just thought that if a person dies, he must be a real death?"

"Maybe, after death, you will be truly alive, right?"

"Have you ever heard of the story of [The Brain in the Cauldron]?"

"Or have you ever heard of the rumor of [Real Dreams]?"

Li Fan said wherever he thought of it.

Zhong Shentong's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Listen to your words, you will be better than to understand the Tao for a hundred years."

"No, not bad. Death is not the end, but the real new life." After hearing Li Fan say it, he seemed to be trapped in a devilish way and murmured to himself.

“No need to be afraid…”

After a while, his face felt relieved, as if he had a great enlightenment.

However, a dangerous colorful light suddenly appeared on the old Taoist body.

Zhong Shentong himself sneered, "I still want to scare me. I have realized it."

"It's just an illusion. Death is life. Only when all deaths can there be life!"

The colorful divine light was running faster and faster. Li Fan secretly felt something was wrong and quietly retreated.

"See through everything and foresee the truth!"

Zhong Shentong raised his right palm, his face was determined, and he was about to slap his head.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong! "The Resonance of Life and Death"!"

Li Fan shouted.

Zhong Shentong's movements stopped immediately.

With a gentle finger, a jade slip flew towards Li Fan.

"Haha, fellow Taoist Li Fan, I'll take the lead!"

After saying that, Zhong Shentong continued to shoot hard.

At this moment, his left palm was uncontrollable and suddenly stretched out to block his right palm.

Zhong Shentong's face suddenly became fierce.

"Dare to block my way? Die!"

A colorful divine light emitted from his right palm and headed straight for his left palm.

At the same time, another ray of light shot out from the left palm in time.

After the two rays of light collided, they canceled each other out.

However, Zhong Shentong himself did not stop and cursed in a low voice.

At the same time, there seemed to be two mortal enemies in the body, fighting with one move at a time.

The colorful divine light flew across, arousing the protective formations in the stronghold.

When He Chen, who was outside, heard the movement here, he hurried in.

Seeing the crazy Zhong Shentong, he looked at Li Fan in surprise.

Li Fan shrugged and signaled him not to act rashly.

As time passed, the battle between the two personalities in Zhong Shentong became more and more intense.

He could no longer be accommodated in the small Jiaxu stronghold.

The colorful light kept shining, and he disappeared into the depths of the white mist of the Yuan-Devouring Yuan.

People watching the fun in the stronghold were talking.
Chapter completed!