Chapter 1234

Practice!

Why don't you practice such a powerful skill.

Zhang Ye gnashes his teeth, just like a shark who has been hungry for a long time. Facing a group of fresh and fat food, it is totally impossible not to swallow it.

However, he did not immediately begin to practice the magic of Honghuang Tiandao, but fell into deep thinking.

How can we continue to maintain our fundamental, human nature and emotion as a human being in the cultivation of the magic of heaven.

Although Zhang Ye is eager to cultivate this unique skill, he doesn't want to become a lunatic who knows nothing about good and evil but calculation. It's not a human being, but a cold machine.

This is a very big and difficult proposition.

Even in Fuxi's time, I don't know how many years it took to finally understand.

Wait!

Fuxi?

How did he solve the problem.

As soon as Zhang Ye's eyes brightened, he began to think from a different angle. Yes, since Fuxi was able to do it, there was no reason why I couldn't do it.

You know, compared with Fuxi in those years, he now has infinite advantages, that is, the vast history and the endless knowledge and experience of hundreds of millions of people. Just like today's modern society will know a little bit about the company's shareholding system, which has almost become common sense. We all spend money together to make a big cake, and then divide it up together to make profits in many ways. This is a relatively advanced insight in ancient times. Although no one does this, it is rare. What's more, when Fu Xisheng was in ancient times, he didn't even have human beings. Only the ancient gods were all great supernatural beings. On the contrary, he didn't have as much wisdom and thinking as the weak human beings now, and his experience and knowledge were not as earth shaking as they are now.

Although you are the ancient god, but I have such a huge advantage, I must surpass you.

Zhang Ye is full of self-confidence and sits cross legged in the hotel room. Jiuda Zhihai begins to run crazily. The roaring sound is almost like thunder, but it can't shake Zhang Ye's thinking.

Gradually, the whole night passed.

Until the rising sun cuts through the silent darkness and shows the first ray of sunshine, Zhang Ye finally slowly opens his eyes.

Now an idea, or a crazy idea, came to his mind. Why don't I divide my soul into two parts, half of which is used to keep myself as a human being, with emotion and humanity, while the other half is used to practice the most cruel and merciless machine, just to calculate

.

Think of here, Zhang Ye's heart can not help but heat up, as if to see the dawn of the sun, illuminate their way forward.

Good!

This is my solution.

But finish this method, Zhang Ye begins to frown again however.

You should know that the soul is the most fundamental thing for practitioners. It is an integral whole and inseparable. To divide a soul into two souls is an act against heaven, and it is impossible to succeed.

How to do it.

With a frown, Zhang Ye browed through the scriptures of the ancient books covering the sky and the records of the miraculous techniques of heaven, and combined with the present knowledge, he continued to blend and calculate.

Time is like a thief who steals away. It always disappears before people know it. It took Zhang Ye more than half a month to realize this time, but his motionless body has withered down. His full thinking has taken away his body nutrition, just like he had accepted the disaster of Honglian fire, he has become as thin as a wood

, like an old man dying, who can drive the crane to the west at any time.

But His eyes are incomparably bright, eyes beating the flame of wisdom, twining with the purple thunder, more and more bright.

"Soul, share!"

Zhang Ye is like a robot who doesn't know the pain. He suddenly urges the emperor Qi in his body. The nine great consciousness sea runs to the limit crazily, pulls out all the emperor Qi, turns it into an invisible blade, and cuts off his soul with a roar.

Boom! Zhang Ye felt a twinkling of dizziness, 10000 times more violent than lying in bed and watching the whole world spinning after drinking too much. It seemed that the whole universe was on the verge of doomsday, yin and Yang turned upside down, five elements collapsed, and everything would be destroyed. Without hesitation, the sharp imperial Qi blade cuts the soul surrounded by the nine great sea of knowledge in half from the middle. The expression of the soul is full of pain, but it doesn't lose it. Instead, it is wrapped by the new imperial Qi after the sharp blade's collapse. It's constantly wriggling and trying to merge again.

However, Zhang Ye can not let them do so. He has already suffered such inhuman pain. Seeing that he has half succeeded, he has cut off his soul but has not died. How can he make it return to the starting point again.

"Sure!"

Zhang Ye roared, his eyes were red, but there was no focus in his pupils. Just now, the intelligent light and purple electric wire had completely disappeared, as if he had really become the pupil of a dead man.Two half of the soul is completely wrapped by the emperor Qi, isolated, although still desperately wriggling, but it has no effect.

But just as their souls struggled, they also took a lot of imperial Qi as nourishment and began to grow and repair little by little. Gradually, the two parts of the soul become more and more quiet. If someone can see Zhang Ye's soul, he will be shocked to find that his original two parts of the soul have already grown into the other half, one after another kneeling in the center of the nine big

knowledge sea, not far away, and each promoting the Dharma.

An ancient book covering the sky, and a wonderful skill of heaven.

The red material, which is like dust, is squeezed out from the soul on the right, but absorbed by the soul on the left.

The world of mortals!

The soul on Zhang Ye's left is the human nature and emotion he left for himself. The red like sand is his memory of nearly 30 years in the red world, which is the foundation of Zhang Ye.

Whoo! Feeling the two differences of the sea awareness center, but totally belonging to his own soul, Zhang Ye feels a little strange, even can't walk and eat. He is very uncomfortable when sitting up. If the control is not good, the solid floor will be deeply cracked by him.

This

Zhang Ye couldn't help laughing bitterly. His control of power is so weak that he seems to have to temper and adapt to it. "It seems that I have to distinguish them. The soul that carries my memory, even my noumenon soul, is called the emperor soul. As for the soul that cultivates the wonderful skills of heaven, it's heartless and senseless. It only knows calculation, just like the way of heaven. Just call it heaven soul."