Those evil spirits used to be hidden in the deepest part of the Throne of Abi. But under the sound of Sanskrit, they have no way to escape.
At this time, Zong Shou repeatedly detected it with his spiritual sense, and used several secret techniques in succession, but no trace of him was found, so he was completely relieved.
However, the Abi Throne at this time gave people a feeling of incomparable emptiness, and it also had a powerful force that spontaneously spread around.
Zong Shou frowned slightly, let go of his spiritual mind, and sensed the surroundings. He felt that there were countless ghosts outside Qiantian City, and they were attracted.
But as soon as most of them approached Qiantian Mountain City, their souls were shattered by the mighty force of Yang Yang.
Some slightly sane ghosts had the chance to avoid approaching, but they lingered outside the walls of Qiantian Mountain.
This thing is indeed an evil weapon!
This Throne of Abi needs Yin slaves to be enslaved in order to compete with its power.
And this thing also has an inexplicable attraction to the evil spirits.
Although the Yin slaves are not free, they can use the Throne of Abi to nourish themselves, and they are not afraid of the danger of death.
Zong Shou shook his head, and then looked towards the direction of the evil spirit ditch in the distance.
Just in time! After a few days, he was going to clean up this evil place left by ancient times, and today he did it all!
A trace of thought penetrated and controlled the Avi Throne, gathering all the power in one place. Then, he made a fierce move in the direction dozens of miles away.
In an instant, only a few roars were heard. Yin dragons with bodies as long as a hundred feet were taken out of the evil spirit ditch one after another.
At first, I didn't know why, and I kept struggling. After a while, I vaguely felt the existence of the Abi Throne.
He paused in the air for a moment and carefully identified the air movement. Then there was a loud roar that shook the sky. The body rose more than three thousand feet in the scorching sun, and then fell down suddenly! Go here. At the top of Tianshan Mountain, it crashed down.
There were actually fifty or sixty of them in number, and the momentum was frightening. Fortunately, no one was hurt. They only went towards the Throne of Abi.
One after another merged into it and disappeared. And the Abi Throne was once again radiant.
Zong Shou made a careful analysis and found that there were about sixty-two Yin Jiao suppressed under the throne, all of which were above the ninth level.
At this time, there were still a lot of Yin Jiao evil spirits in the evil spirit ditch, flying up one after another and trying to throw themselves here.
Zong Shou was already disdainful. He only saw some good-looking ones who were expected to advance to the Yin Dragon level and let them go.
The rest simply used the city-protecting spiritual formation to block it, and then used the Imperial Wind Art to activate the royal energy to push it away.
Some of them were blind and ignorant, so they just swung their swords to cut through the sky and completely annihilate those Yin Jiaos!
Those monks also had piercing eyes. They still sat cross-legged in the rubble-strewn ruins of Chongzheng Hall and continued to recite scriptures.
The Sanskrit sound spread out like a layer of golden ripples, spreading around.
Around Qiantian Mountain, almost all the evil creatures that come into contact with them retreat and dodge. If they can't avoid it, they will die on the spot.
It took half an hour for this incident to gradually stop. The sky near Qiantian Mountain also returned to silence again.
Zong Shou smiled and knew that the matter was done. The sixty-two-headed nine-level Yin Jiao may not be comparable to the royal families of the six countries who were sacrificed by blood, but it is equivalent to an elite army of one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand. If the suppression continues, with the help of Qiantian Mountain Even if the spiritual formation exceeds this number by three to five times this number, it can still be stopped.
It can truly lock the fate of a country. It will not make the same mistake as the Xue family, which can easily control Qiantian Mountain.
After the matter of the throne was settled, Zong Shou expressed his gratitude to Ci Fang: "Today, I really want to thank the master and all the eminent monks for their help! Although there is a previous agreement between you and me, it is difficult to express our gratitude. In this way, for three years Within it, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dome Realm allows Buddhist sects to build ten Buddhist temples in Yunlu, east of me, and I will issue another thirteen thousand ultimatums in Qiantian Mountain."
Ci Fang's lips twitched slightly when he heard this, and he thought that this demon king was really not an ordinary 'generous' man. To reward a Buddhist temple, he actually had to pay for the construction himself, it was really a boon without any expense -
But I was also happy in my heart. About six thousand years ago, the Buddhist sect was at its peak in the Yun Realm.
It is said that 30% of the world's 10% population are Buddhists. Among these 30%, at least one-tenth are ordained monks.
Such a grand occasion angered an emperor and started to destroy Buddhas in the Cloud Realm. And the Buddhist, Confucian and Demonic families also added insult to injury.
In the end, although it did not reach the point of collapse, its vitality was still damaged.
Since then, the number of Buddhist temples in the world has been fixed and cannot be increased at will.
Previously, Donglin Yunlu was the territory of the Lingyun Sect, and the Buddha Sect was even more closely guarded. There were only a dozen buildings in the entire Donglin.
Zong Shou's move was truly a great kindness. What's more important is that the allocated rights are in the hands of Ten Thousand Buddhas Firmament.
"I would like to thank you for your kindness! In fact, thanks to your kindness today, we and others have also gained a lot of merit. It is a mutual benefit - "
While the two were talking, another loud roar suddenly came from the sky. It caused bursts of air explosions in the sky, causing countless clouds and mist to gather at the wound.
Zong Shou and Cifang looked at each other, and both could see the shock in each other's eyes.
This is Long Ming?
Not those Yin Jiaos, but real dragons!
No longer in the mood to speak, Zong Shou raised his head and looked up. But for a moment, he saw a huge dark blue dragon head sighing from the clouds. He glanced around, and finally fixed his gaze on the Abi throne.
First he shook his head, a little confused. Then he suddenly pierced through the clouds, revealing his huge body.
The Qiantian Mountain's city-protecting spiritual formation only blocked it for a moment before it was forcibly penetrated.
As if entering an uninhabited land, he reached the top of the mountain, causing strong winds. His body curled up and rushed into the Abi throne.
Zong Shou's mind was completely confused, and he stared blankly at the Abi throne in front of him.
This is the Yin Dragon, the Yin Dragon in the Yin Dragon Valley!
Judging from his strength, it has clearly exceeded the scope of the spiritual realm! But because of this evil obstacle, why did he come here? He voluntarily enslaved to the Abi throne.
Could it be that the Yinlong Valley can no longer support it?
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and tentatively moved the Abi Throne, and then his expression became even more ashen.
If the imperial envoy doesn't move, he can't affect this Yin dragon at all!
Like a local bully, he was entrenched alone in a corner of the throne, breathing a trace of white breath from his mouth. The rest of the Yin Jiao stayed far away and did not dare to approach.
As if he was dissatisfied with Zong Shou's actions, a pair of dragon eyes stared at him coldly, with an unexpected look in his eyes.
However, Xiao Ri, who was on Zong Shou's shoulder, reacted immediately. The hair on his body stood up, and he grinned and roared towards the throne.
The Yin Dragon was obviously startled, then there was a "chi" sound from the nose, and he took a deep breath. Then he retracted his head and ignored Zong Shou.
Zong Shou's face changed again and again, and was extremely ugly. He asked Ci Fang to invite many eminent monks to perform this ritual. Firstly, he felt pity for the royal family of the six countries, and secondly, he did not want to raise a bunch of them under his chair. The ghost is resentful.
Unexpectedly, after the royal families of the six countries were saved, they would lead the wolf into the house, which would have the opposite effect.
Anyway, he didn't dare to sit on this imperial chair again for the moment.
Who knows if this Yin Dragon will suddenly rise up, emerge from this chair, and swallow Zong Shou in one gulp?
Then I remembered that this Yin dragon was fond of blood, and that all the people in the city were in danger of falling prey to this dragon, and I felt an extremely headache.
Zhao Yanran looked at the golden seat, then at Zong Shou who was in a daze, and immediately laughed and gloated: "Ah, this is great. With the Yin Dragon suppressing it, the Qiantian Mountains will definitely bring peace to the country and the people."
Ci Fang also looked at Zong Shou with great pity, thinking that this Qian Tian Demon King was really unlucky.
But he could only verbally comfort him: "This evil beast has the strength of the fairyland, which is far beyond what we can handle. But you can rest assured, this Abi throne can actually supply the Yin Dragon's needs more than enough." .I didn’t expect him to come out easily and cause trouble——”
It seems that he felt that there was something wrong with his words. What if his words were inaccurate and the Yin Dragon really came out? He must be responsible for his own words. Ci Fang added kindly: "I see this Abi throne, It has been connected to the earth here and cannot be moved lightly. Your Majesty, it is best to invite a few more ninth-level monks to sit here and seal it with a spiritual formation. It would be best if there are spiritual realm monks. Just delay until the spiritual tide When it opens, there may be a way to deal with it——"
Zong Shou thought to himself, is this great monk really so comforting?
But he also knows that unless the Ten Thousand Buddhas Firmament goes all out, there is really nothing he can do against this Yin Dragon.
He waved his hand to indicate that it was okay. But he was furious in his heart. It seemed that he still needed to invite Ao Kun back.
It would be most appropriate for him to handle this dragon's son and grandson.
But recently, for some reason, even with the dragon's blood lurking on his arm, there was no trace of Ao Kun at all.
I don’t know where this guy went—
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While Zong Shou was thinking about Ao Kun, Ao Kun himself was walking in the void.
Walking between the gaps of countless worlds, breaking through the layers.
It's just that sometimes, those barriers are quite difficult even for him, who is a strong man in the Holy Realm.
After several more layers, Ao Kun's frown finally relaxed.
After a moment, Ao Kun's whole body was like a drop of water, integrated into a 'bubble'-like world.
What I saw here was a small world. The sky was round, but there was no life here. Below, there was undulating molten metal, and the sun in the sky above had already shown a dim color.
Ao Kun didn't care. He searched for it carefully. But after a moment, his figure flashed again. When he reappeared, he was in the center of the earth.
This place is so hot that it can melt all the spiritual materials under the ground. Ao Kun didn't care at all and looked ten feet away.
I saw an old man sitting there, it was his only best friend in this world, Long Ying.