"It's the three-legged golden crow, right?" Song Renjia stared at the golden bird that was about a foot long and muttered to himself.

However, Song Renjia was a little surprised that he felt close to the three-legged Golden Crow.

"This was the case when we first met Meng Ao. The military virtuous prince Li Jun set up the Fierce Sun Formation, which formed a flaming golden crow. However, he was able to command the golden crow to attack at the critical moment and saved three people."

Thinking about it now, it already seemed abnormal at that time.

He doesn't understand how to arrange the Fierce Sun Array, nor how to control it. He didn't create this array, nor is it intended for him to control.

But he just controlled it for a moment.

"In mythology, the three-legged golden crow is the messenger of the sun, and my golden elixir is condensed from the power core of the small sun..." Song Renjia thought.

"What exactly is the Little Sun Power Core? Is it just a source of infinite spiritual power?" Song Renjia began to doubt.

Of course, he did not doubt Fairy Yi's motives, but he felt that some things involved ancient secrets, which Fairy Yi might not know.

The three-legged golden crow in the sky crowed, and golden ripples spread out from his body and spread around. Spreading out into the abyss, black spiritual power evaporated to fight against the ripples.

It was obviously the power of the Yin Spirit, stirred up by the power inadvertently emitted by the Golden Crow.

"Song Xiaoyou is indeed right, the magic power has responded." The great monk Jingchen smiled at the side.

"Boom!"

The ground trembled, and the power of the Yin Spirit under the ravine suddenly burst out and surged up.

The black mist rolled, causing Monk Jingchen's expression to change drastically. He immediately stood in front of Zhenren Luo, shouted a Buddha's name, and the golden light around his body shone brightly.

"Amitabha!"

There was a mighty sound of thunder in the sky and the earth, and the shadow of a giant Buddha appeared behind Monk Jingchen. Monk Jingchen made a seal with his left hand and slapped it with one palm.

The golden palm print hit the black mist and exploded, exploding the mist.

However, something unexpected happened to Jingchen. The scattered mist seemed to have a soul and reunited to form a black mist dragon.

"Amitabha!"

"The mighty heavenly dragon, World Honored Ksitigarbha! Vajra flame, burn!"

Monk Jingchen was covered in golden flames. The flames were so radiant that they seemed to emit infinite light and destroy the black mist dragon.

Song Renjia felt a blazing power, which reached straight to his soul, making him feel as if his soul was boiling hot.

"Is this also a pure Yang flame?" Song Renjia thought.

The black mist dragon was indeed restrained, pressed to the ground by the infinite light, and let out a hoarse roar.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Jingchen shouted the Buddha's name again, sat down and the golden dragon roared towards the black mist dragon with flames burning on its body.

In just a few rounds, the black fog dragon was torn into pieces and turned into nothing.

"I wonder when I can cultivate this flame?" Song Renjia was a little envious. He also cultivated Vajra Mind Power, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

If you practice the power of Vajra Mindfulness to the Mahayana realm, you can also emit Vajra flames.

The great monk Jingchen looked solemn and said to Song Renjia: "Donor Song, there is someone hiding under this ravine. I am afraid he is a powerful enemy of me."

"Master, is he a Golden Immortal?" Song Renjia asked.

"Amitabha, I am the Western Heavenly Dragon Vajra, a golden immortal," Jingchen said.

"The Qin general in the underground should also be a Golden Immortal, and he should not be an ordinary Golden Immortal." Song Renjia said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the thick black fog rose up again. This time, it was not just the area under Huangsha City. From the distant hills to Huangsha City, the entire ravine was covered with thick black fog.

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This caused Jingchen's expression to change drastically. After saying the Buddha's name, the diamond flames on his body burned even more intensely.

"Which monk dares to block the footsteps of my great Qin?" A clear voice came up from the ground, and a warrior in black armor stepped on a fog dragon and flew up.

"The style of this armor is that of a general from Great Qin." Song Renjia said.

"Monk, tell me your name." General Qin asked loudly.

"Amitabha, I purify the dust."

"Who are you?" Song Renjia asked loudly.

"Jindan junior, are you qualified to ask my name?" The black-armored Qin general looked over with a look, and part of the Yin spirit power under his feet separated into a long black sword and struck towards Song Renjia.

The black sword was so fast that Song Renjia was unable to dodge it. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the black sword with one hand and crushed it to pieces.

Zhang Lingyue appeared next to Song Renjia and winked at him.

"Who are you? A breath of Yin spirit suggests that you are from the Netherworld." General Qin asked.

"You don't know her?" Song Renjia was stunned. The general in front of him should be General Qin, right? Does he know Ling Yue, the Emperor of the Dark Dragon? Didn't the First Emperor always want to recruit her to surrender?

"Young general, he has no right to ask you, so how about I ask?" Zhang Lingyue showed an innocent look: "The young general has a majestic appearance, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He must be a great general who sat down with the First Emperor, right?

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Although this Qin general had a yellow complexion, he had no beard and looked young. Zhang Lingyue's words were very helpful to him. He held the hilt of the sword at his waist, straightened his chest, and said: "The First Emperor sits down on the right guard with Tiger Ben and Wang Xing.

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"Hu Ben, Wang Xing?" Song Renjia frowned. He had never heard of this number or name.

"Fellow Taoist, since you are also a member of the Nether World, would you like to come under the First Emperor and achieve great achievements?" Wang Xing asked Zhang Lingyue.

"Oh, that sounds interesting?" Zhang Lingyue looked interested, "Isn't your First Emperor great?"

"The First Emperor is entrusted with the destiny of heaven, and he will eventually rule the three realms in the future." Wang Xing said, "This time, this heaven is no longer the heaven of heaven, but the heaven of heaven."

"Sounds awesome." Zhang Lingyue floated towards Wang Xing and touched Wang Xing's armor with one hand.

"Young general, you are so young and promising, you must be highly valued by His Majesty, right?" Zhang Lingyue asked in a charming voice.

"Of course, I am the deputy commander of the right guard of the First Emperor's Tiger Guard." Wang Xing said proudly.

"Oh, the young general is so young and promising, but he is not an orthodox leader? I think you are completely qualified." Zhang Lingyue smiled.

"No, compared to him, I am naturally convinced." Wang Xing shook his head and said.

"Who is he?" Zhang Lingyue asked.

"His name is Wang Ben. He became famous at a young age and has outstanding military exploits. His strength is indeed beyond my comparison," Wang Xing said.

"Wang Ben?" Song Renjia raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, he was also resurrected?

"Little general, where do you rank under the First Emperor's command? If I go, where do you rank?" Zhang Lingyue asked again.

"There are over a hundred generals like me under the First Emperor's command, and there are more than ten who are more powerful than me." Wang Xing said.

"Then, the First Emperor..." Zhang Lingyue asked another question, but Wang Xing still answered it.

Song Renjia also felt it, and Zhang Lingyue used her charm ability to set up Wang Xing's words.

Wang Xing, on the other hand, seemed to be really fascinated by Zhang Lingyue, just like the great immortal Huwei who voluntarily gave up his life, and confided a lot of information.
Chapter completed!