Chen Feng opened his mouth. Creatures like 'gods' had always existed in legends before, but now, they suddenly appeared in front of Chen Feng, leaving Chen Feng completely stunned.
"What? My little friend, do you want to go to the Holy Mountain?" Seeing Chen Feng's shocked expression, the smile on the man's face grew stronger.
Pursing his lips, Chen Feng swallowed hard. His mind was in confusion. In fact, the Soul-Returning Banner was of little use to him. Although it was an artifact made by Emperor Ran Deng himself and was extremely powerful, he did not lack it.
The artifact, what I want is the secret hidden in Guanyin's tomb.
Because no matter from which angle you look at it, there must be some unknown secrets hidden in Guanyin's tomb, and these secrets are not only related to yourself, but may also be the key to unlocking the mystery of the system carrier.
Regarding the topic of system carriers, Chen Feng has been bothering Chen Feng for so many years. He doesn't know why he came here, and he doesn't know how many Chinese people have been here. He wants to know everything, and wants to know all this.
Everything, what is it for?
However, when all the answers were likely to be revealed, Chen Feng suddenly discovered a very serious problem, that is, the thing he was about to face was a god!
To be precise, it should be a god who was killed by the Deng Deng Emperor, a half-dead god. But even so, can he beat the opponent?
This issue is so critical that Chen Feng actually has the idea of retreating because Chen Feng knows that he really can't defeat others, even with the help of Buddhist Zen.
Silence...dead silence...
"Fellow Taoist, then...do you know the way to leave here?" After a fierce ideological struggle, Chen Feng decisively chose to retreat. There was no other way. The other party was a real god, a true god who had experienced heavenly tribulations.
And I am just a late-stage monk of the Great Emperor who has not even reached the state of confusion. There is no comparison at all between the two.
"The way to leave here is very simple. Just get the Soul-Returning Flag or absorb some of the awe-inspiring energy from the Soul-Returning Flag, and then return to the place where you came in, and you can leave easily!" The man's expression was extremely sincere, so sincere that Chen Feng wanted to rush in.
Go up and kick him hard.
Isn’t this bullshit? If I could get the Soul Resurrection Banner and talk nonsense with you, I would have gone a long time ago. Now wouldn’t I be unable to defeat the opponent?
Chen Feng's expression became a little gloomy.
The man smiled lightly and seemed to enjoy Chen Feng's depressed look. Chen Feng had a headache!
"Actually, fellow Taoist, you don't need to be too discouraged. Although the Ancient Dragon King is powerful, his soul is gone. Although he is powerful, he is not invincible!" After an unknown amount of time, the man suddenly spoke, and Chen Feng almost spat in his face.
superior.
Brother, your breathing is too long, do you dare to finish it in one breath?
"Haha, I hope fellow Taoist can give me some advice!" Chen Feng's face was ashen, he gritted his teeth and forced a smile, and said.
Nodding, the man said calmly: "The Ancient Dragon Lord used to be extremely ferocious and had profound cultivation. He majored in the Soul Dao. Therefore, although his soul is gone, his true energy belongs to Yin. Buddhism and flames are his nemesis. As long as the Dao is
You can improve your cultivation to a state of confusion, and with the help of Buddhism, you should still be able to fight!"
Um? Chen Feng was stunned. Flame and Buddhism were both his nemesis? Why did it seem that they were all prepared for him? Is it such a coincidence? But...it's just a confused state, this...this seems to be a bit difficult, and at the moment
Judging from the speed of the spread of resentment in his body, he didn't have much time to improve his cultivation.
"Fellow Taoist, to be honest, I am currently troubled by resentment. I am afraid that I will not be able to rise to the state of confusion in a short time. Do you think there are any other ways to help the two of us leave?" Chen Feng thought for a while and decided.
Tell the truth.
"Fellow Taoist, it's really interesting. You possess the secret skills of Buddhism. Now that you have such a good opportunity, why don't you improve your cultivation level?" The man heard Chen Feng's words and asked with some doubts, but Chen Feng listened.
He was confused and had no idea at all.
What kind of opportunity is this? I can't fight now, I can't leave, and I'm full of resentment, so how can I have any good opportunity?
"I don't quite understand what fellow Taoist said. I hope Brother Dao can clarify!" Chen Feng was completely confused by this guy, and he had no choice but to ask.
"If I'm not mistaken, my fellow Taoists should have killed a lot of resentful spirits along the way, and the chanting seeds they obtained should also be countless. Then why don't you use Buddhist methods to refine them and improve your cultivation?" The man wondered.
said.
What a mess, I have killed many resentful spirits all the way here, but what are the seeds? I have never seen them before!
Chen Feng's face was full of question marks. The man looked at Chen Feng for a while, and seemed to understand something. He stretched out his hand and tapped it lightly in the air. A bright silver nugget on the ground was sucked into the man's hand like lightning. The man looked at it.
He looked at the silver nugget in his hand, played with it gently, and said.
"This thing is the so-called seed of thought, which is transformed from the obsession in the hearts of our resentful spirits. It is also something that you Buddhists regard as a treasure!"
Um? This... this thing is the seed of chanting? Chen Feng was stunned, and then suddenly realized. He remembered that in China, he had heard someone say that when Sakyamuni became a Buddha, his body turned into eighty-four thousand Buddhas.
The relics were scattered in all directions. These relics were the result of the supreme merits of Sakyamuni Tathagata in his life, and the thought in front of him should be similar to the relics. They were the result of the eternal obsession of the resentful spirit.
But can refining him really improve his cultivation level quickly? Chen Feng couldn't help but be a little surprised.
After thinking about it, Chen Feng felt that it should be possible, because in Buddhism, saving others is the supreme merit, and these obsessions are exactly contrary to Buddhism. If he uses Buddhism to save others, he may not really be like a man.
As said, it can quickly improve your cultivation level.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng looked happy, but he immediately realized a serious problem. Why should the other party help him? First of all, he is an outsider, and he has killed so many of their tribesmen. It seems that the other party has no reason to help him!
"Thanks for the advice, fellow Taoist, but why did you help me?" Chen Feng first cupped his hands towards the man and then asked.
"It's nothing, I just don't want more clan members to die in vain!" The man looked at the silver seeds on the ground and said calmly.
The man's silence made Chen Feng feel a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Just like that, Chen Feng smiled bitterly for a while and found that the other party had no intention of stopping him, so he took Kuo Chong and continued walking towards the south.
Chen Feng's figure quickly disappeared above the Iron Guard Mansion in Youcheng. The man silently watched Chen Feng's back leave without saying a word.
"Master, why did you let him leave? With your cultivation, it shouldn't be too difficult to kill Chen Feng!" After Chen Feng left, the cold and beautiful woman standing next to the man suddenly asked, her eyebrows deeply furrowed.
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The man stared silently at the place where Chen Feng disappeared. He was silent for a while and then said, "Ying'er, haven't you noticed the recent changes in Youcheng?"
"Change?" The woman named Ying'er was stunned for a moment, then she thought carefully for a while and said, "Well, Youcheng's spiritual energy seems to be much stronger recently than before, but what does this have to do with Chen Feng?"
The man smiled faintly and turned to look at the puzzled Ying'er: "I remember back then, after the strong human left, the aura of Youcheng seemed to be cut off by some force, making it impossible for us to absorb more from the mortal world.
The resentful spirit. Not long ago, the long-lost powerful spiritual energy returned again. Do you know what this means?"
Speaking of this, a flash of red flashed across the man's face, and it was obvious that he was extremely uneasy inside.
"It means..." Ying'er lowered his head and thought for a moment, then a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his pretty face: "Palace Master... you, you mean, if we can absorb a large number of resentful spirits in the mortal world, and Chen
The wind has pulled out the soul-returning banner and lifted the confinement here, so that we can return to the mortal world?"
Ying'er shouted exaggeratedly, and the man nodded vigorously: "That's right, as long as he kills the ancient dragon king's true essence, as long as he pulls out the soul-returning banner, then the days when we return to the mortal world will no longer be
distant!"
The man looked firmly into the distance, clenched his hands tightly, and there was indescribable excitement and excitement in his eyes.
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In the chaos, an old man sat cross-legged, with the chaotic mist hovering around him, making it difficult to see clearly. A little girl sat next to the old man, playing with the ancient bronze lamp in her hand in boredom.
After playing for a while, the little girl suddenly turned her head to look at the old man, her big eyes rolled slightly, and she said: "Grandpa, I'm so bored, I'm going out for a while!"
After that, the little girl moved and disappeared into the hazy chaos without waiting for the old man to speak.
After the little girl left, the old man slowly opened his eyes. There were no eyeballs in his eyes, only a gray mist.
The old man slowly raised his hand and moved his lips slightly a few times. Immediately, a picture appeared in front of the old man. This picture was exactly the underground abyss that Chen Feng and the others entered before.
Looking at the smooth and flat mountain wall of the underground abyss, the old man slowly sighed from the corner of his eyes: "Hey, the pregnancy spirit stone that absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been destroyed after all. The spiritual energy barrier that blocked Youcheng disappeared, and another
What a disaster..."
After saying this, the old man shook his head, then slowly put his hand down, the picture in the sky slowly disappeared, the old man closed his eyes and stopped talking.
But while the old man was sitting quietly cross-legged, a crisp electronic synthesized sound suddenly sounded in the old man's mind.
Beep beep... beep beep... You have a new message, please check it.
The old man swayed slightly, then clicked the search button, only to find a string of words popping up in his mind.
"Randeng, after hiding for so many years, is it time to come out for a breather? I can't wait..."
