The sea of ​​consciousness of ordinary people is dark and unclear, and only practitioners can illuminate a ray of light in it. If that ray of light can continue to expand and eventually illuminate the entire sea of ​​consciousness, it will be able to penetrate the whole life and turn into a pure yang body. That is already the cultivation of the immortal!

Fu said that this ray of light has only been lit up now, but where this light cave shines, all the souls that rushed over are like melting ice and snow in the sun.

However, the lamp gradually became dimmed. Even if it illuminated so many souls, it would consume a lot. Fortunately, the light could be replenished. At this moment, an ancient mirror appeared in the spirit platform. When the light was illuminated, it was like a reflection light source, and all souls could not hold on for a second before they were refined.

Many ancient talismans are constantly flowing in the ancient mirror. If you look closely, you can see that it is the talisman of the land of Linhe. The talismans of the land are constantly disintegrating, providing the ancient mirror with a steady stream of power.

Yan Chixia's current situation is not much better than Fu Shuo. The red light like fire on his body was originally invisible to the naked eye, but now it can almost be seen by the naked eye. Any soul that rushed to the red air around him wailed and his soul was scattered.

Seeing that being beaten by passively was not a solution, Fu Shuo was surrounded by Li Hun again, and he didn't know how to live or die. He saw Nie Xiaoqian flying out, and the white veil on his body was dancing, trying to help Fu Shuo drive away the biting soul. It was as if he had stabbed a hornet's nest, and Li Hun, who had no time to enter Fu Shuo's sea of ​​consciousness, rushed towards Nie Xiaoqian with a bang.

Nie Xiaoqian could only resist a few times before being bitten by Li Hun. Every time she bit her body, a black aura was swallowed. In just a few seconds, Nie Xiaoqian's face turned whiter and her figure even began to fade slowly.

"Xiaoqian, don't!" Ning Caichen staggered over and stood in front of Nie Xiaoqian. He was a living person. After being bitten by Li Hun, he felt a feeling of pain entering his soul. Every inch of muscles on his body trembled. However, Ning Caichen tightly protected Nie Xiaoqian behind him.

"What a pair of infatuated men and women!" Yan Chixia sighed again: "I can only fight!"

He took out the Lan Ruo Sutra from his arms and tore one out. The scripture touched the ghost energy and immediately turned into countless golden Sanskrit words dancing in the air. Anyone whom he encountered was a ghost soldier or a soul was directly shot through the body by the golden light, and in a blink of an eye it turned into nothing.

"It works," Yan Chixia was overjoyed. He flew with his sword, opened the way with the scriptures, and rushed over to save Ning Caichen. Just as he was about to give instructions, the golden light shone on Nie Xiaoqian, and she screamed in pain, as if she was burned with a red soldering iron. Ning Caichen flew over Nie Xiaoqian and shouted loudly: "Sir Yan, Xiaoqian can't stand the golden light!"

Yan Chixia grinned and shouted, "It's so troublesome!" Then she went to rescue Fu Shuo. Countless scriptures were stimulated by Yan Chixia's magic power, and turned into a rain of light all over the sky and fell on Fu Shuo.

In the sea of ​​consciousness that Fu said, he had received the help of the ancient mirror and slowly gained the upper hand. However, those sharp souls rushed over endlessly, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

At this time, many golden scriptures fell from the darkness, and wherever they passed, all the souls were refined. Then these scriptures were originally going to fall into the sea of ​​consciousness that Fu said, but were sucked away by the ancient mirror.

The ancient mirror sucked away the golden scriptures, ran them for a few times, and then was spit out again. The golden light, which originally carried the power of Western Buddha, became pure and had no attributes and merged into the spiritual platform.

The Lingtai lamp that Fu said was helped by the ancient mirror not only did not continue to dim, but became brighter. It was even a vague ray of light that was originally just an illusory light, just like the dawn when the sun was not rising in the early morning, half dim. At this time, it became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a simple oil lamp.

However, the range of light shining shrinks, turning into a lamp like a bean, which can only illuminate the size of a palm, but the light has changed from illusory and unreal to real.

"I am a blessing in disguise!" Fu Shuo thought to himself. However, before he could observe his own changes, he heard a fierce fight. Yan Chixia spit out a sentence of Sanskrit scriptures, which corresponded to the Lan Ruojing in her hand. The light on her body began to change toward the golden color. At this time, Yan Chixia was fighting with the old monster in Black Mountain. Although she was at a disadvantage, it was a world away from the power to fight back just now.

"Yan Chixia activates the power of Buddha in the Lan Ruo Sutra, which is considered to be a refuge in Buddhism? If the scriptures just now fall into my sea of ​​consciousness, I am afraid I will be inspired too!" Fu Shuo changed his mind and wanted to go over and help Yan Chixia.

I heard the old demon in Black Mountain suddenly shout, "Stop, I won't fight you anymore. Big bearded man, as long as you hand over Nie Xiaoqian to me, our affairs will be cancelled!"

"Bah," Yan Chixia spat fiercely: "I dream that you don't care about me, and I can't avoid monsters like you!"

The old demon in Black Mountain sneered, "Give you some color, you really want to open a dyeing workshop. Humph, if you convert to Buddhism, you will naturally have the gods in the world to deal with you. But I will not be with you anymore. If it weren't for dawn, it would be really easy to deal with you little bugs!"

As he said that, his figure drifted away and disappeared into the darkness in a blink of an eye. Yan Chixia couldn't keep him, so she could only watch the originally dark ghost domain fading away little by little, slowly revealing a little starlight. But the sky was a little white, and it seemed that the sky was almost dawn!

"The ghost realm can only appear at night. When it is dawn, the yin and yang are divided, and the yang energy is getting heavier, and the ghost realm cannot be retained in the human world!" After Yan Chixia said that, she sat on the ground and gasped.

The ghost realm faded, and slowly the familiar scenery of Lanruo Temple was revealed. In less than a moment, I saw a piece of red clouds in the sky, and a fireball suddenly jumped out of the horizon. It was dawn!

Nie Xiaoqian exclaimed, and her figure flashed and disappeared. She was a ghost, naturally afraid of the sunshine. Ning Caichen exclaimed a few times, Xiaoqian. Suddenly, he remembered something and brought out Nie Xiaoqian's urn.

"Although the old demon of Black Mountain has left, the tree demon is still there. Let's go and get rid of the tree demon at dawn!" Yan Chixia said loudly.

Fu Shuo smiled coldly: "Didn't you find that this Black Mountain old monster is this thousand-year-old monster?"

Yan Chixia was shocked when she heard this: "What, how is it possible?" But he continued to think about it, but he felt vaguely that it seemed to be like this: "What evidence do you have?"

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