"It is rumored that in the ancient mythological era, there were ancestors who lived in dire straits and became food for many creatures between heaven and earth. There was a man who was born among them, and once he understood the mystery of life and death between heaven and earth, he understood the birth and death of all things.
Principle. The light of wisdom turns into purple energy and spreads for ninety thousand miles, opening up the human mind and teaching the human race the way to practice."
"The current scene of Guijianchou is really no different from those of the legendary ancestors."
"Originally, I thought those sages were just legends. Now it seems that the things in the legends cannot be completely illusory."
"At the age of fifteen, he is already shining brightly. If he is given another period of time, to what extent will he grow? It is completely unimaginable."
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Everyone was horrified.
There was awe in their eyes, as if they were on pilgrimage, looking at the little figure on the top of the mountain.
At the same time, about three to five miles away, on a protruding hilltop, dozens of figures stood there with solemn expressions.
"Is this the country bumpkin you are talking about? A ghost who fights against the five scum is worried. Damn it, you are definitely cheating me with your strength. Not to mention me, even if all the people in the Zhenbei Army go up, they can withstand his blow.
Strength?"
This is a majestic man, wearing a bronze battle armor, with mottled marks on it. These are the blood marks of the strong, and they are the honor of a soldier.
Needless to say, he is Fansheng, Hou of Zhenbei.
As expected of me from Fan Hu, that face was as red as a monkey's butt.
Seeing Qin Feng kill a truly legendary boss with one shot, and then transform into a young saint, it was as if someone had stepped on his tail, and he jumped up instantly, kicking Fan Hu away with his broken arm.
At the same time, obvious fear flashed across Fan Sheng's face.
He thought in his mind that if he learned that Fan Hu had his arm cut off and he came directly to ask for an explanation, or even used his power to bully others, perhaps his head would have already moved at this time.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch his neck, with a look of joy on his face: "It's okay! The head is still there!"
In fact, in Fan Hu's heart, it's not like he's trying to cool things down.
If the other party is a strong man in a kingdom, even an inner disciple of the Star Sect, he may still have thoughts of revenge in his heart.
In the blink of an eye, a legendary strongman of the boss level can be blasted to only half of his body, and the legendary strongman can be reborn with flesh and blood. In a moment, the world is enveloped in a sacred radiance. Just like the ancestors of the saints
Generally save all sentient beings.
With such a sacred being, how could he dare to have any thoughts of revenge?
At this moment, a terrifying change suddenly occurred between heaven and earth.
The wind howls, ghosts cry and wolves howl!
In the lush Nanman forest, bursts of black smoke suddenly rose, and countless shadows struggled and howled in the smoke!
In the space of thousands of feet in radius, an unimaginable coolness burst out, as if it was taking people directly to the bottom of an endless ice cave. Many weaker warriors had already begun to tremble all over.
And these Yin spirits are not only the tens of thousands of Tiannan Kingdom troops who were buried in the Nanman forest decades ago.
There are at least over 100,000 of those dark Yin spirits.
Especially some of the ghost kings, their auras are like demons coming to the world, ferocious and terrifying.
Even compared to Zhou Cheng, the previous number one king in the Southern Barbarian Demon Cave, he was much more tyrannical.
It can be said that they have already stepped half way into the realm of legend.
At this time, countless Yin spirits, led by those ghost kings, turned into legions and headed crazily towards the top of the mountain where Qin Feng was.
Their eyes burst out with cruel looks.
But when his eyes fell on Qin Feng, something changed. The cruelty was gone, replaced by bloody greed.
It seems that in the eyes of these Yin spirit leaders, Qin Feng is delicious food. As long as they swallow it, they can have a real body and even transcend into another kind of creature.
Everyone who survived the disaster felt as if they had become a meal on the plate and were eaten by these ghosts just when they saw the greedy gaze of the Ghost King from the side.
Wherever the Yin Spirit passes, those warriors of the Star Sect who were planted trees will let out hoarse howls of ghosts and wolves, making those who hear them cry.
Everyone's hearts were on fire and they didn't dare to stop here, even for just a moment. They wished they could have four legs under their feet and run as fast as they could.
Gulu!
More than a dozen figures on the top of the mountain in the distance were all swallowing saliva frantically, almost even swallowing their own tongues.
"Damn! Where the hell is this place? How come there are so many Yin spirits? Every king of Yin spirits can easily beat me up. Even if all the troops of the Zhenbei Army are transferred here
, it seems that it can only be reduced to food for Yin spirits."
Knowing clearly that the Yin spirits could not gather towards them, the soles of their feet seemed to be filled with cold air, making their whole bodies stiff.
The little witch and others who escaped were looking into the distance with lingering fear.
At this time, the top of the mountain where Qin Feng was located was already shrouded by countless Yin spirits. Even the holy aura could not shine through.
For a moment, the little witch and others felt a little worried in their hearts.
Suddenly, the sound of Zen chanting by gods and Buddhas became louder.
The endless golden light exploded suddenly and expanded to a radius of tens of feet. In an instant, the golden light suddenly converged. It turned out that these golden lights were actually the walls of the supreme golden bell.
Ancient divine patterns, one after another, wander between heaven and earth. The moment each Yin spirit is collided with the divine patterns, the vicious Yin spirit aura on his body will completely disappear, and eventually disappear into the golden bell.
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The greater the number of transformed Yin spirits, the faster and faster the flow of divine patterns on the golden bell will become.
After the circulation speed of the divine patterns of heaven and earth reached the limit, a roar followed, as if an invisible hand was beating the big bell.
Suddenly, endless golden light burst out from the golden bell and was reflected in the void.
Almost at the same time, a figure emitting endless divine light stood between heaven and earth, and its entire body was filled with unimaginable and terrifying divine light.
This is a terrifying energy that makes the world tremble.
This is a god!
This was the only thought in the hearts of all the warriors who saw this figure.
It's just that this god is obviously different from the sculptures of gods they have seen.
He held a mysterious seal in his hand, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.
Whether it is a ferocious madman or a murderous general, just one look at them will create a kind of compassion in their hearts.
He muttered something at the same time. His voice was not loud, but it was able to make everyone deafen.
Moreover, the scriptures he recited were exactly the same as those spoken by Qin Feng.
The Zen singing sounds of the two gradually merged, creating a mysterious resonance, and the golden light spread toward countless Yin spirits.
The golden light is like a waterfall, and once those lush Yin spirits are touched by the power of the golden light, the ferocious look on their faces disappears instantly.
Even those Yin Spirit Kings, under the endless golden light that shrouded the world, the twisted and ferocious expressions on their faces were quickly disappearing.
The more Yin spirits are converted, the more terrifying the power of the supreme golden bell becomes, and the more terrifying this god and Buddha becomes.
At the end, Qin Feng actually felt like he was spitting out golden lotus.
Every time a sutra is recited, an illusory golden lotus can be formed. When the golden lotus explodes, it can directly save many Yin spirits. (To be continued)