From A Stronghold NPC To The Final BOSS Chapter 821: The difference between a dead thing and a living thing
"The biggest difference between the dead and the living beings lies in the vitality of flesh and blood, but how can they be truly born of vitality and becoming a real creature?"
The wind's eyes were erratic, and the memories in his mind kept pouring out.
He has traveled all over the world and has seen many things.
If there is an answer in the world, you can almost get what you want by looking through your memory.
Time passed away quietly.
After a long time.
Feng's eyes refocused.
When thinking about the transformation of dead things into living things, he thought of the spirit race.
When the spirit race did not become a spirit race, they were just simple flowers, plants and trees. To a certain extent, although they are not dead, they are no different from dead ones, far from reaching the level of living beings.
"Grass and trees are not considered dead in the true sense, because they have vitality, but they do not possess the flesh and blood, so they are not considered as beings in the true sense."
"No-wrong!"
Feng shook his head, overturning his original idea.
He always thought that the difference between a living thing and a dead thing lies in flesh and blood, but now that when you think about it carefully, the biggest difference between a living thing and a dead thing lies in the wisdom.
Only those who have the wise and wise can be regarded as real creatures.
The grass and trees have no intelligence, and the clay figurines have no intelligence, so they are not real creatures.
That way.
Feng suddenly had some ideas.
"The biggest prerequisite for vegetation to become a spiritual race is the birth of spiritual wisdom, and the prerequisite for the birth of spiritual wisdom is to breathe and breathe spiritual energy.
In other words, the first thing to do to transform the dead into the living beings is to start with the breath of spiritual energy.
Aura is the root of all things in the world.
When a creature is born, it must live on aura.
To become a real creature, a clay figure must possess aura. "
Thinking of this, something seems to be emerging in Feng's mind, and a mysterious aura is coming.
Reiki!
How to make the clay figurines breathe out aura?
In other words, how can the clay figurines have aura?
Feng looked excited, he felt that he had reached an important threshold, and he realized the key to the birth of the human race.
As long as we can solve the problem of how clay figurines can have aura, or how to breathe aura, then the human race will come into being.
Thinking about it here.
Plus the mysterious guidance in the dark.
The wind's thoughts turned, many times faster than before.
It didn't take long.
He thought of a solution.
"The easiest way to let the clay figurines have aura is to soak the clay figurines with the aura to make the clay figurines metamorphose."
While the wind waved his hands, he absorbed the aura of the world and the earth, and all of it merged into the clay figure in his hand.
Take a breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths...
Time passed, and the clay figurines never changed.
The wind waved his hand again, dispelling the aura that had drawn the heaven and the earth, with a little confusion on his face.
"My thoughts should be right, but why the gathered heaven and earth auras can't make the clay figurines change? Is it because the concentration of auras is not enough?"
"Yes, maybe it's because of the lack of aura concentration."
According to the idea that there is nothing wrong with his own thinking, in Feng's view, the remaining problem is the problem of aura concentration.
Heaven and earth aura is the source of all living beings, but it is definitely not the strongest aura.
This point.
The wind is still certain.
After all, he has cultivated to his realm, so naturally there is a vision he should have.
"If the concentration of the aura that is free between the world and the earth is not enough, then what else is there to make the aura more dense?"
He is still flipping through his memories.
Soon.
Feng stretched out his palm, and saw the skin split at the fingertip of the index finger, and a drop of bright blood condensed.
As soon as the blood appeared, the mighty power spread out.
With the spread of power.
There are also monstrous auras looming.
"If you say that the concentration of aura is stronger than the free spirit between heaven and earth, then the flesh and blood of the strong are the same."
"Since I was born, I have been absorbing the aura of heaven and earth without knowing how many, and I have cultivated to the limit of heaven and man. There is a vast amount of aura in my blood, which is not comparable to the aura of heaven and earth.
If aura is the key to transforming the dead, then with my blood, it is very possible to succeed. "
While the wind whispered secretly, the blood on the index finger was dripping directly onto the clay figure on the other hand.
At the moment when blood fell on the clay figure.
The clay figurine was directly impacted by the force of this blood and turned into powder and scattered.
See here.
Feng's face was not discouraged, but a look of excitement emerged.
Because he felt a flash of vitality at the moment when the clay figurines just crumbled to pieces.
It can be seen from here.
Your own blood can really give life to the mud.
The only problem is.
His blood power is too tyrannical, it is not something ordinary clay figurines can bear.
As long as this problem is solved, Terran can be born.
Immediately.
Feng once again forced a drop of blood from the index finger.
This time, instead of dropping the blood directly at a certain clay figure, he used True Yuan to manipulate it to divide the blood into hundreds or thousands of copies.
I saw a drop of blood, after differentiation, it turned directly into a tiny thread.
The real yuan with his right hand floated, holding the ball of silk thread turned into blood, the wind sinked his mind, and slowly manipulated the silk thread and flew towards the surrounding clay figurines.
When the silk thread is about to touch the clay figure.
His spirit suddenly became highly concentrated.
The warm and moist Zhenyuan wrapped the clay figurines, and then manipulated the silk thread to blend into the clay figurines.
The whole process is very slow.
The silk thread seems to extend endlessly, converging towards the clay figure endlessly.
Different from the clay figurine just turned into a powder, this time after the true essence was wrapped and the blood split, although the clay figurine vibrated slightly, it did not smash as before.
Half a day passed.
The blood line melts into the clay figure.
The spiritual energy floating between the world and the earth seemed to be drawn by some kind, and gathered turbulently towards the clay figures.
Slowly.
I saw the dead clay figurines, as if they had breath, their chests undulating slightly, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.
At this time, the blood line was fully integrated.
Feng retracted his palm, and his concentrated spirit suddenly relaxed.
When I look at the clay figures again~IndoMTL.com~ there is also a smile on his face.
When the clay figurine breathed out aura, he knew that everything he did was right.
Although the clay figurine vomits spiritual energy, it is only the first step in the transformation of the dead to the living creatures, but as long as this step is taken, the rest of the matter will be much simpler.
Look at the clay figures.
Feng didn't do anything, just stood aside and watched slowly.
The other side.
The clay figure draws the aura of heaven and earth, as if a creature is breathing, the original palm-sized body, which is constantly filled with the aura of heaven and earth, begins to grow bigger.
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