"When you have enough strength to beat me, you will naturally leave with you, but before that, you are my apprentice, and here, you have to listen to me!"

After the Qin Demon coldly dropped a sentence, he then took out a jade slip and continued: "This is the Divine Sense Martial Arts, if there is anything you don't understand, you can come and ask me at any time!"

After taking the jade slip, a cool breath passed from his hand, and a trace of divine consciousness was transported into it, and in Ning Chuan's mind, three big words appeared - metaphysics!

Metaphysics, as the name suggests, is about the martial arts of Xuanxi, and then, there are a large number of methods for using Xuanxi, which poured into Ning Chuan's mind, the simplest of which is through musical instruments.

A song of liver and intestines, where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world, Bai Ling's current realm is the simplest realm, but Qin Demon is not, he doesn't need to use any foreign objects, he can kill people with one look, or he can take people's lives with a loud shout, these two realms are very different.

"Divine consciousness is ever-changing, and it is best to be able to find the most suitable one for you from these ways!"

After Ning Chuan fully accepted this information, Qin Mo said lightly.

And Ning Chuan has already fallen into deep thought, obviously, no matter what way he wants to use in the future, he also needs to start with the most basic way - playing the flute and playing the piano!

"I'm a rough man, it's okay for me to kill the enemy with my fists, but if you let me fiddle with this flute, I really can't do it!"

Ning Chuan was helpless, he really couldn't imagine what kind of situation he was like as a rough man and a personable flute.

Although after the strength is strong, there is no longer a need to borrow foreign objects, but in order to achieve that effect, Ning Chuan still has a long way to go.

"You said that I didn't teach you, in fact, I told you the most important cultivation secret, and that is to use your heart!"

Qin Mo glanced at Ning Chuan arrogantly, and the meaning in his eyes was indescribable.

He had heard rumors about Ning Chuan, but now it seemed that in addition to the fact that his cultivation talent was indeed strong, he was the best choice above his heart.

Pouting, Ning Chuan waved his hand impatiently and said, "I know, anyway, in your words, it's just intentions, let's go, if you don't understand, I will naturally ask you!"

Anyway, it seems that Qin Demon won't say something practical now, so it's better to let Ning Chuan figure it out by himself, which is why Ning Chuan is so impatient.

After the Qin Demon left, Ning Chuan found a remote place, and after washing up, he slowly took out the flute.

Now, in the sea of his consciousness, he is shrouded in mystery, like the mist on the sea, mysterious and beautiful.

However, when Ning Chuan took out the jade flute, he couldn't urge Xuanxi, and the scene when he was refining his divine sense before could be said to be a heavenly difference.

"How so?"

After trying for a while, Ning Chuan opened his eyes and whispered.

He had already urged the Xuan Xi as recorded in the metaphysics, but the results he obtained had no effect.

"Attentively!

After sorting out the somewhat restless breath a little, Ning Chuan closed his eyes again, and at the same time, he also released the breath of heaven and earth, and after integrating it into the heaven and earth, he slowly communicated with the breath.

This time it had some effect, and the Xuanxi hidden in Ningchuan's sea of knowledge seemed to be blown by the breeze, and it dispersed slightly, but it quickly returned to calm.

After all, it is a new power, and it is extremely mysterious, Ning Chuan is not in a hurry, according to this method, he uses two things, one side is integrated between heaven and earth, and the other side is slowly mobilizing Xuanxi, constantly trying.

Failure is the mother of success, who said this sentence, Ning Chuan didn't know, but there is a certain truth in this, any success is not achieved overnight, some things still need to be done slowly, not in a hurry.

If you want to hurry, you can't reach it, and the various teachings of Daoist Qingfeng and Jiang Xiaobai in the past appeared in his mind, and Ning Chuan's mood gradually calmed down, if it doesn't work once, then a thousand times, ten thousand times......

A day later, Ning Chuan sat on the ground exhausted, his whole body was weak, and his face was covered with sweat.

During this day, he continued to cultivate, but he far underestimated the hard work of the Divine Consciousness cultivators, and constantly urged the Divine Sense, which made him extremely tired, and after persevering for a day, he couldn't hold on anymore, and he was completely tired and paralyzed.

Unconsciously, Ning Chuan fell asleep groggily, and when he woke up the next day, his spirit returned to his peak state.

"If I continue to cultivate at this rate, I'm afraid my divine sense will also improve a lot!"

After feeling the situation in the sea of consciousness a little, Ning Chuan was pleasantly surprised to find that his divine sense had actually grown a little, which was good news for him.

If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles, and if you don't accumulate small streams, you will undoubtedly become rivers and seas, Ning Chuan will naturally not be ambitious, he understands better that only by accumulating slowly can he have greater achievements, so a little progress every day is also rare and respectable for him.

After practicing day after day, Ning Chuan finally played the first song after half a month, although it was just an ordinary song, but it was Ning Chuan's perception of the whole heaven and earth, without any killing intent, pure and clear, far away from the mundane world, which made him even more contaminated with a sense of grace.

"Not bad tune, the master said that you are a genius in cultivating divine sense, and now it seems that it is!"

The sound of the flute fell, and Bai Ling slowly walked over from afar, her face was no longer as cold as before, but with a hint of smile, adding a bit of color to her appearance.

Ning Chuan's tune has no offensive power, but the sound of the flute has a long history, like a stream, refreshing people's hearts, and the first time the tune is blown, it can reach such a point, which is indeed not an easy thing.

"It's the senior sister who teaches well!"

Ning Chuan responded with a smile, he was able to make such great progress, and it was inseparable from whether Bai Ling came to preach for him and solve his doubts.

In the past, Ning Chuan was like a rough man, but now, Ning Chuan has collected all the man's breath on his body, and replaced it with a kind of warm and moist jade, and now he is holding a jade flute in his hand, if he is placed outside, no one will think that he is a cultivator at all, but more like a scholar.

"It's all your own potential, I'm just a guide!"

Bai Ling was not arrogant, she was also very polite, during this period of contact, she and Ning Chuan also established a certain friendship, there were many times, Qin Demon wanted to torture her, but Ning Chuan helped him replace her.

Bai Ling's strength is definitely not bad outside, and she can even become a generation of powerhouses, she doesn't need to stay here at all, accept the torture of the Qin Demon, just to repay her kindness.

But the demon is moody, and when he is happy, he cares about people like an elder, but if he is angry, then he is a heinous murderer.

"Senior sister is polite, by the way, why do I always have a wonderful feeling when I cultivate Xuanxi, as if I feel that there is another consciousness between this Xuanxi?"

......

Ning Chuan is always like this, every time Bai Ling comes to him, he will ask some questions, but there are some questions, even Bai Ling has never thought about it, the two of them discuss together, Bai Ling can also make a lot of progress.

Three months have passed in the blink of an eye, and the jade flute in Ning Chuan's hand has already been able to blow it with ease.

Between the tunes, in addition to being able to play intoxicating tunes, he can also play murderous tunes, it is not an exaggeration to say that in these three months, Ning Chuan has completely become a divine consciousness cultivator.

It is worth mentioning that the mysterious mist in his mind, at this time, has turned into a drop of water, falling in the center of Ning Chuan's divine consciousness, lying quietly.

And this drop of Xuan Xi is not to be underestimated for Ning Chuan's promotion, after having enough Xuan Xi, Ning Chuan is now able to play a requiem song!

Although the power is not as great as Bai Ling, and there is even a big difference, but how to say it, it can also be comparable to the martial arts of the upper grade of the ground level, Ning Chuan believes that in the case of surprise, he can make the opponent suffer a big loss.

Now the divine sense attack is indeed a relatively weak thing for Ning Chuan, but Ning Chuan understands that if he continues to cultivate unremittingly, he will definitely be able to have unexpected effects in the future, after all, he has no ability, and he will not let countless ordinary cultivators join forces to exterminate it, and after countless years, he will not be able to rise again.

"Whoa!"

However, just as the two of them were discussing the issue of divine consciousness cultivation, Bai Ling's face suddenly became gloomy, and then, Ning Chuan also became gloomy.

Because both of them felt it, under the ocean, there were several killing intents, among them, there was also an aura that Ning Chuan was familiar with-when he first got the white beads, he chased after him relentlessly, and in the end, he also left a few cruel words of the big turtle.

"Whoa!"

With the churning of the sea, the huge head of the giant turtle rose from the bottom of the sea, and then, around him, there were several strange-shaped, fanged krakens, although their appearances were different, but their eyes were all the same vicious.

Looking at the menacing kraken, Ning Chuan sneered and said, "I thought you were just a guts bandit, just talking cruelly, but I didn't expect to go to find a helper!"

"Give me back the bead, or I'll let you die a bad death!"

The turtle slowly left the sea and rose into the air, blocking the sun, looking at Ning Chuan condescendingly, and said in the same cold voice.

That bead was of special use to him, otherwise, he would not have bothered to attract so many helpers to trouble Ning Chuan.

And his companion helpers are lined up, and the demon yuan power is rolling and tumbling, and they look like they will do it if they don't agree with each other.

Ning Chuan didn't say anything, he quietly observed these krakens, and his heart was already ready for battle, and he could face them at any time.