Chapter 271 The Road to Transformation of God

A land of utterly spirits.

Jingguo, Ningling County, Sanyin County, Xiama Village.

After parting with the bubble, Fang Chang did not delay and returned here after the journey that year.

He started here in the world of beautiful things and should end here.

Fang Zhang stood under the 100-year-old locust tree at the entrance of the village, his body wandering from reality, and his mind drifted away for a moment.

At this moment, his magic power was constantly leaking out, just like a small pond overestimating its ability to fill a river.

This is the power of the Land of Victory.

Compared with a world, the magic power that is as long as a mountain is as thin as a sea.

After all, no matter how strong his magic power is, he will be able to consume it sooner or later without the supplement from the outside world.

"Let's get started."

Fang Chang's hand pinched the magic trick, and it seemed as if the sound of the gears rotating from his body. They were invisible chains wrapped around him.

Locked his God, his God, his Dharma, his power.

When the chains fall down layer by layer, this secret technique called the magic locking technique has already been completed.

He will become a complete mortal.

His soul was locked, his powerful physical strength was sealed, and his magic power could not be used. Even this land of ulterior motives could not extract a trace of spiritual energy from him.

There are two ways to break through the realm of the God Transformation.

First, the reincarnation of the soul, just like the distraction of the Heavenly Demon Girl that Fang Chang met before, but that was the reincarnation of the Heavenly Demon Girl further in the realm, but the form difference is not much.

After reincarnation, the soul actively suffers from the confusion in the fertility and sleeps deep in the body.

But as life gradually grows, the reincarnation body will gradually be influenced by the soul and form a certain obsession.

Pursuing obsessions, seeing through them, and forming one's own will to transform the gods is a correct and successful breakthrough.

The second is to enter the world, seal all your strength, and use the body of a mortal to enter the world.

The advantage is that you feel the goal you are pursuing more directly than the first method, and your understanding of various power laws goes straight to your soul.

The disadvantage is that it is easy to control it.

A person who once stood on a high place wanted to solve problems with strength when encountering difficulties and setbacks.

Therefore, it often happens that you can't control yourself, break through the seal, and regain your strength.

In this way, this practice will fail.

And this method usually has only one chance.

Because I am used to using power to solve problems, even if I seal the power again, I will still get the power back.

And at this moment, Fang Chang chose the second way.

He felt a long-lost sense of weakness.

The world is vast, and it seems that a gust of wind will cause him to pieces.

Panic and uneasiness surged in his heart. He had not felt this insecurity for a long time.

But Fang Chang laughed.

"To transform God first transforms into mortals, perhaps this is the meaning of transforming mortals."

Fang Chang has no shortage of mysterious magic in his hands.

The Queen is very generous. She possesses almost endless magical magic in the mountains and rivers, from the lowest qi refining to the transformation of gods, and even the Taoist merging behind the cave and the Tao behind the cave.

This is also one of the reasons why Fang Chang thinks that the Empress is the reincarnation or successor of the Nine Phoenix Empress.

In comparison, the inheritance of the Demon Eye Sect he obtained from the Demon Eye Sect seems much more petty.

Fang Chang once wondered, "Isn't the power getting stronger and stronger, so why do you have to specifically divide a realm to transform into mortals, which is very suspicious of being deliberately abused.

Falling from the clouds and turning into a dust on the ground, it is said that it is to understand the rules at the bottom, to see the smallest, and to conform to the power of the laws of heaven and earth.

But who is already standing at a high place, who is willing to experience the hardships at the bottom again?

But at this moment, Fang Chang had another experience.

The power is strong enough to make him do whatever he wants.

Just like in Fufeng City, he is the sky of this city. Everyone must rely on his breath to live, rushing to please him secretly.

He likes order and the fireworks of the mortal world, so it is orderly and endlessly crowded, making it the best county in the entire county with public security.

Just because everyone is in awe of his power and the power brought by his power.

But he was also trapped in it.

His emotional mind was constantly corroded by power, and he became increasingly indifferent. There seemed to be nothing in the world that could touch his soul again, because what he wanted seemed too easy to get.

As long as you have the power.

After separation from the bubble, Fangchang felt more and more profound about this feeling.

Because he didn't have much sadness.

Deep in his heart, there seemed to be a voice saying--the road of cultivation is long, separation is the norm, it is just an insignificant passerby in your life. In another hundred years, who can remember whom?

What he said to Bubble was both to it and to himself.

But how could he not be sad?

Why shouldn't you be sad?

That was his partner who had been with him for decades. He has been practicing for only more than a hundred years in his life, and most of the time he has been with him.

But he was not sad.

This is definitely not the meaning of practice.

He once thought that immortals were indifferent to everything, and that all things were destroyed and did not disturb their hearts. The heart of heaven was the original heart, and all things were regarded as straw dogs.

But as his cultivation level grew higher and his realm deepened, he felt that this was not the immortal he wanted to be.

He should be happy when he should be happy, angry when he should be angry, and sad when he should be sad, rather than turning himself into a stone for a higher level of cultivation.

At this moment, when he became a mortal again, Fang Chang suddenly understood a little.

The meaning of transformation is also the meaning of practice.

Returning to the body of a mortal and looking for the initial touch will be the anchor for him to maintain his original mind in his future practice and not be controlled by power.

The so-called transformation of the gods is nothing more than the reward he receives after regaining his original heart.

After all, if he doesn't even know what he is relying on, then why should he control the power that can destroy the world in the future?

"So, let me experience another social beating."

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As Fang Chang's last trace of power was sealed, his external illusion was lifted, and his true body revealed reality.

The old man who was holding a palm-leaf fan at the entrance of the village was stunned.

"You, how did you come from?"

He unconsciously looked at the scorching sun in the sky, then looked at the shadow under Fang Chang's feet, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The sun is very big and there are shadows, not ghosts.

Fang Chang clasped his fists and said, "A traveler from afar passes by a precious land and wants to ask his father for a glass of water."

The old man saw Fang Chang wearing white clothes, spotless and elegant, and was not an ordinary person.

So I didn't dare to show any impatient expressions, but instead smiled and asked a child to say:

"Shitou, come to your house to bring a bowl of water and give it to this big brother."

"Thank you."

Fang Chang casually found a big stone and sat down.

The surface of this big stone is smooth and should be often visited.

"Where did the guy come from?"

The old man asked casually:

"It's not a good time now, I must have worked hard along the way."

He looked at Fang Chang's forehead that didn't even have a drop of sweat, and felt that he must be the legendary master of the martial arts world.

Fang Chang thought about it and made up a random location.
To be continued...