Chapter 214： The shining light of the id's wisdom
The low-dimensional world is peaceful and peaceful, and the ups and downs of the outside world can't affect it at all.
In the center of the low-dimensional world, stands a huge blood red altar on all sides, and a golden spire stands above the altar.
Everything is just like what Bai Donglin heard and saw when he first came to the low-dimensional world.
Wuwei looked solemn, sitting cross-legged on the top of the blood red altar, with his eyes downcast, looking directly at a figure completely imprisoned inside the blood red altar.
This person is Yundi!
The reason why Wuwei didn't immediately open the low-dimensional world just now was to fully activate the array drawn by Yundi Soul. When the Black Mist Demon Emperor descended through the twisted black hole, Yundi was taken into the low-dimensional world together with the array.
After that, he didn't immediately retract the horn stele, not waiting for the black city to enter, but leaving a passage for the spirit of the black mist demon king.
Otherwise, the low-dimensional world channel will be closed, and the Black Mist Demon Emperor will not be able to enter the low-dimensional world through Yundi's summoning formation.
Yundi in the blood-red altar slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, his body was faintly shrouded in black mist, and his entire popularity changed drastically, exuding a strong imperial majesty.
Obviously, Yun Di's body was completely occupied by the Black Mist Demon Emperor at this time.
"Huh! A waste thing that is not successful, but is more than a failure!"
There was a trace of anger on the face of the Black Mist Demon Emperor, and at the moment he arrived, he sensed the strangeness of the whole world, and realized that he had suffered the way of others.
The Black Mist Demon Emperor was extremely sensitive, he noticed Wuwei's gaze, looked up, and even though he couldn't see anything in front of him, he still spoke.
"Who are you? Do you know the consequences of calculating the emperor?"
Wuwei look indifferent, the black mist demon emperor's soul descended through the twisted black hole, if it is in the outside world, it can naturally set off a huge wave.
But after entering the low-dimensional world, and being completely suppressed by the blood red altar, never want to make a splash!
After all, it is just a trace of spirit. This low-dimensional world does not contain a trace of real energy, does not contain a trace of real laws, and there is no such condition to use methods.
All the rules of the low-dimensional world are determined by his mind, although they are all false rules.
"Black Mist Demon King, here, you are not qualified to communicate with the poor Dao."
Wuwei's gaze narrowed slightly, and he stopped talking nonsense. With a touch, the dark and deep soul thread in Yundi Divine Sea was immediately stripped out.
The pitch black silk thread twisted and squirmed in the void, and there was a faint horrible roar, struggling hard, trying to get rid of the suppression of the blood red altar.
With a movement of inaction, countless scarlet rays of light were shot from the inside of the blood red altar, which tightly wound the spirit of the Black Mist Demon Emperor.
The pitch black thread suddenly stopped struggling. Seeing that he was trapped and unable to escape, the Black Mist Demon Emperor was extremely decisive, and instantly began to destroy his soul.
Wuwei's eyes, black and white, and two qi swirled fiercely, condensing into a yin and yang Tai Chi diagram, under his control, the red light inside the blood red altar shone.
The time velocity around the Black Mist Demon Emperor Divine Soul Silk thread suddenly became extremely slow, nearly a thousand times slower than the normal velocity.
This is the limit that Wuwei can currently do. This is still the power given to him by the obelisk, but there is no way to reverse the self-destruction of the Black Mist Demon King, only to slow down this process as much as possible.
Buying time for the golden stele to imprint its memory is also the fundamental purpose of Wuwei to capture the spirit of the Black Mist Demon Emperor.
The knowledge of these old monsters is like an abyss, and the various magical secrets are countless, but what Bai Donglin really cares about is the secrets and knowledge hidden in the years.
This is just a trace of the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor, naturally there are not many memories that can be extracted, but only a little gain is enough.
After a few moments, even if the flow of time has been slowed by a thousand times, the black mist demon emperor's self-destruction speed is still astonishingly fast, as if sensing Wuwei is stealing his memory, and the speed of collapse instantly increases.
"Humph! The emperor remembers your breath..."
"You will pay for it!"
The Black Mist Demon Sovereign left the last two words, then completely extinguished and disappeared.
A trace of Wuwei's eyes showed a pity, the Black Mist Demon Sovereign deserved to be called the emperor's mighty powerhouse, even a trace of the soul was so difficult to deal with.
This is also the reason why he can't fully use the power of the low-dimensional world. He can control the low-dimensional world entirely with the help of the golden-red obelisk, and some power is also given to him by the obelisk.
If he could master the three dimensional laws, it would definitely not be the case, such as the dimensional time law.
He can manipulate the time of the low-dimensional world arbitrarily, speed up, pause, or even rewind.
In this way, it is impossible for the Black Mist Demon Emperor to destroy his soul.
"However, the gain this time is not small."
Wuwei flipped through the memories extracted from the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. It was indeed an old monster, and a little bit of something was so extraordinary.
Wuwei condensed his thoughts and looked across his eyes, and then there was a big project waiting for him to do.
On the huge plain, including Heicheng, all the monks who were banned by Liu Dongchuan and income from the low-dimensional world are here, totaling more than 1,120 million!
These monks who are still stuck in a stagnant state are what he thought at the beginning and did not deliberately do it.
These monks are not as difficult to deal with as the Black Mist Demon King. The low-dimensional world is, to be precise, a two-dimensional world.
These monks have fallen in dimension and entered two dimensions. In Wuwei's eyes, the essential form of each of them is a comic book.
These books portray and record all their experiences, all memories, like the same book, let him go through them.
More than 1.12 billion, although limited by their cultivation level, the essence of this knowledge is not high, and the secrets and knowledge are far inferior to the Black Mist Demon King.
But the victory is large, and the magical secrets they learn are not limited to their cultivation level.
The simple truth is that Bai Donglin is only a supernatural power realm, but does it represent the low level of his "Pregnant God Casting Demon Scripture"?
Moreover, in this low-dimensional world, it is possible to perfectly circumvent the restrictions placed in the inheritance of the major sects. He is now in a higher dimensional line of sight to observe the memories of these cultivators.
It can be called the state of "book viewer". The memory prohibition in the book naturally cannot cross dimensions and affect him as a person outside the book.
Of course, this world is huge, and he wouldn't be surprised if there is such a restriction that can cross dimensions and ignore everything.
Nothing is absolute. If there is, it is because the level of its "strength" is not high enough.
With a move, Wuwei Divine Soul crossed the space to the plain, standing in front of the Qilin woman, Mu Miaoling.
Mu Miaoling's figure was stagnant, two unicorn horns were purple, and the color of anger loomed between his eyebrows, and a jade card was clasped in his jade hand, as if he wanted to pinch.
The look of Wuwei condensed slightly, and the faint aura in the jade card made him jealous. After thinking for a moment, he gave up the idea of moving Mu Miaoling and others.
Looking across, there are not a few people who have the same hole cards. These people are important figures of the huge forces of all parties, and they all have powerful life-saving cards.
Without thinking too much, Wuwei Divine Soul can guess what is in these jade medals, a powerful incarnation.
This is not comparable to the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor. If these old guys are provoked, it will cause him much trouble.
Although the low-dimensional world is magical, he still can't completely control it. There is still a big gap to use to deal with the mighty.
Glancing at the jade card again, he turned and left. Fortunately, Liu Dongchuan moved fast enough, otherwise these people would ask for a powerful avatar, but I don't know how many twists and turns will be caused.
The sleeping power incarnation in the jade card will not take the initiative to wake up when it does not sense that the person it protects is in danger of death.
Returning to the blood-red altar, the inaction thought moved, and the golden spire suddenly rippled with golden ripples, and the speed was so fast that the people on the plains were shrouded in an instant.
The obelisk trembled slightly, bypassing dozens of monks protected by powerful incarnations, and began to imprint this huge amount of knowledge.
The number is as high as 1.120 billion, and the knowledge that each monk possesses is beyond the sum of thousands of books.
The memory and learning ability of the monks far exceeds the imagination of mortals. Even the lazy monks who do not like to learn, in order to smoothly enter the cultivation path, they have all studied systematically, let alone intensively studied tens of thousands of books. Kind of knowledge.
This huge amount of knowledge is absolutely impossible to be carried by the spirit of Bai Donglin, at least not currently.
Moreover, 90% of the cultivators belonged to the Dan League, and there were countless repetitive and useless knowledge.
The golden horn stele is used as a heritage artifact to imprint the knowledge, which can be said to be the best use of the material.
By the way, it can also get rid of the waste and keep its essence. Bai Donglin only needs to browse through the knowledge that he wants to brand.
Knowledge is the nourishment of the Dao, and it has always been what Bai Donglin has been pursuing in his heart.
The knowledge harvest this time was one of the biggest gains from this trip. After all, it contained more precious things, which Shushan did not possess.
That is the practice experience, and the fleeting auras that they don't care about in ordinary times!
He called it, the ultimate shining of the wisdom light of the self!
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In the center of the low-dimensional world, stands a huge blood red altar on all sides, and a golden spire stands above the altar.
Everything is just like what Bai Donglin heard and saw when he first came to the low-dimensional world.
Wuwei looked solemn, sitting cross-legged on the top of the blood red altar, with his eyes downcast, looking directly at a figure completely imprisoned inside the blood red altar.
This person is Yundi!
The reason why Wuwei didn't immediately open the low-dimensional world just now was to fully activate the array drawn by Yundi Soul. When the Black Mist Demon Emperor descended through the twisted black hole, Yundi was taken into the low-dimensional world together with the array.
After that, he didn't immediately retract the horn stele, not waiting for the black city to enter, but leaving a passage for the spirit of the black mist demon king.
Otherwise, the low-dimensional world channel will be closed, and the Black Mist Demon Emperor will not be able to enter the low-dimensional world through Yundi's summoning formation.
Yundi in the blood-red altar slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, his body was faintly shrouded in black mist, and his entire popularity changed drastically, exuding a strong imperial majesty.
Obviously, Yun Di's body was completely occupied by the Black Mist Demon Emperor at this time.
"Huh! A waste thing that is not successful, but is more than a failure!"
There was a trace of anger on the face of the Black Mist Demon Emperor, and at the moment he arrived, he sensed the strangeness of the whole world, and realized that he had suffered the way of others.
The Black Mist Demon Emperor was extremely sensitive, he noticed Wuwei's gaze, looked up, and even though he couldn't see anything in front of him, he still spoke.
"Who are you? Do you know the consequences of calculating the emperor?"
Wuwei look indifferent, the black mist demon emperor's soul descended through the twisted black hole, if it is in the outside world, it can naturally set off a huge wave.
But after entering the low-dimensional world, and being completely suppressed by the blood red altar, never want to make a splash!
After all, it is just a trace of spirit. This low-dimensional world does not contain a trace of real energy, does not contain a trace of real laws, and there is no such condition to use methods.
All the rules of the low-dimensional world are determined by his mind, although they are all false rules.
"Black Mist Demon King, here, you are not qualified to communicate with the poor Dao."
Wuwei's gaze narrowed slightly, and he stopped talking nonsense. With a touch, the dark and deep soul thread in Yundi Divine Sea was immediately stripped out.
The pitch black silk thread twisted and squirmed in the void, and there was a faint horrible roar, struggling hard, trying to get rid of the suppression of the blood red altar.
With a movement of inaction, countless scarlet rays of light were shot from the inside of the blood red altar, which tightly wound the spirit of the Black Mist Demon Emperor.
The pitch black thread suddenly stopped struggling. Seeing that he was trapped and unable to escape, the Black Mist Demon Emperor was extremely decisive, and instantly began to destroy his soul.
Wuwei's eyes, black and white, and two qi swirled fiercely, condensing into a yin and yang Tai Chi diagram, under his control, the red light inside the blood red altar shone.
The time velocity around the Black Mist Demon Emperor Divine Soul Silk thread suddenly became extremely slow, nearly a thousand times slower than the normal velocity.
This is the limit that Wuwei can currently do. This is still the power given to him by the obelisk, but there is no way to reverse the self-destruction of the Black Mist Demon King, only to slow down this process as much as possible.
Buying time for the golden stele to imprint its memory is also the fundamental purpose of Wuwei to capture the spirit of the Black Mist Demon Emperor.
The knowledge of these old monsters is like an abyss, and the various magical secrets are countless, but what Bai Donglin really cares about is the secrets and knowledge hidden in the years.
This is just a trace of the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor, naturally there are not many memories that can be extracted, but only a little gain is enough.
After a few moments, even if the flow of time has been slowed by a thousand times, the black mist demon emperor's self-destruction speed is still astonishingly fast, as if sensing Wuwei is stealing his memory, and the speed of collapse instantly increases.
"Humph! The emperor remembers your breath..."
"You will pay for it!"
The Black Mist Demon Sovereign left the last two words, then completely extinguished and disappeared.
A trace of Wuwei's eyes showed a pity, the Black Mist Demon Sovereign deserved to be called the emperor's mighty powerhouse, even a trace of the soul was so difficult to deal with.
This is also the reason why he can't fully use the power of the low-dimensional world. He can control the low-dimensional world entirely with the help of the golden-red obelisk, and some power is also given to him by the obelisk.
If he could master the three dimensional laws, it would definitely not be the case, such as the dimensional time law.
He can manipulate the time of the low-dimensional world arbitrarily, speed up, pause, or even rewind.
In this way, it is impossible for the Black Mist Demon Emperor to destroy his soul.
"However, the gain this time is not small."
Wuwei flipped through the memories extracted from the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. It was indeed an old monster, and a little bit of something was so extraordinary.
Wuwei condensed his thoughts and looked across his eyes, and then there was a big project waiting for him to do.
On the huge plain, including Heicheng, all the monks who were banned by Liu Dongchuan and income from the low-dimensional world are here, totaling more than 1,120 million!
These monks who are still stuck in a stagnant state are what he thought at the beginning and did not deliberately do it.
These monks are not as difficult to deal with as the Black Mist Demon King. The low-dimensional world is, to be precise, a two-dimensional world.
These monks have fallen in dimension and entered two dimensions. In Wuwei's eyes, the essential form of each of them is a comic book.
These books portray and record all their experiences, all memories, like the same book, let him go through them.
More than 1.12 billion, although limited by their cultivation level, the essence of this knowledge is not high, and the secrets and knowledge are far inferior to the Black Mist Demon King.
But the victory is large, and the magical secrets they learn are not limited to their cultivation level.
The simple truth is that Bai Donglin is only a supernatural power realm, but does it represent the low level of his "Pregnant God Casting Demon Scripture"?
Moreover, in this low-dimensional world, it is possible to perfectly circumvent the restrictions placed in the inheritance of the major sects. He is now in a higher dimensional line of sight to observe the memories of these cultivators.
It can be called the state of "book viewer". The memory prohibition in the book naturally cannot cross dimensions and affect him as a person outside the book.
Of course, this world is huge, and he wouldn't be surprised if there is such a restriction that can cross dimensions and ignore everything.
Nothing is absolute. If there is, it is because the level of its "strength" is not high enough.
With a move, Wuwei Divine Soul crossed the space to the plain, standing in front of the Qilin woman, Mu Miaoling.
Mu Miaoling's figure was stagnant, two unicorn horns were purple, and the color of anger loomed between his eyebrows, and a jade card was clasped in his jade hand, as if he wanted to pinch.
The look of Wuwei condensed slightly, and the faint aura in the jade card made him jealous. After thinking for a moment, he gave up the idea of moving Mu Miaoling and others.
Looking across, there are not a few people who have the same hole cards. These people are important figures of the huge forces of all parties, and they all have powerful life-saving cards.
Without thinking too much, Wuwei Divine Soul can guess what is in these jade medals, a powerful incarnation.
This is not comparable to the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor. If these old guys are provoked, it will cause him much trouble.
Although the low-dimensional world is magical, he still can't completely control it. There is still a big gap to use to deal with the mighty.
Glancing at the jade card again, he turned and left. Fortunately, Liu Dongchuan moved fast enough, otherwise these people would ask for a powerful avatar, but I don't know how many twists and turns will be caused.
The sleeping power incarnation in the jade card will not take the initiative to wake up when it does not sense that the person it protects is in danger of death.
Returning to the blood-red altar, the inaction thought moved, and the golden spire suddenly rippled with golden ripples, and the speed was so fast that the people on the plains were shrouded in an instant.
The obelisk trembled slightly, bypassing dozens of monks protected by powerful incarnations, and began to imprint this huge amount of knowledge.
The number is as high as 1.120 billion, and the knowledge that each monk possesses is beyond the sum of thousands of books.
The memory and learning ability of the monks far exceeds the imagination of mortals. Even the lazy monks who do not like to learn, in order to smoothly enter the cultivation path, they have all studied systematically, let alone intensively studied tens of thousands of books. Kind of knowledge.
This huge amount of knowledge is absolutely impossible to be carried by the spirit of Bai Donglin, at least not currently.
Moreover, 90% of the cultivators belonged to the Dan League, and there were countless repetitive and useless knowledge.
The golden horn stele is used as a heritage artifact to imprint the knowledge, which can be said to be the best use of the material.
By the way, it can also get rid of the waste and keep its essence. Bai Donglin only needs to browse through the knowledge that he wants to brand.
Knowledge is the nourishment of the Dao, and it has always been what Bai Donglin has been pursuing in his heart.
The knowledge harvest this time was one of the biggest gains from this trip. After all, it contained more precious things, which Shushan did not possess.
That is the practice experience, and the fleeting auras that they don't care about in ordinary times!
He called it, the ultimate shining of the wisdom light of the self!
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