"Tiandao Yuanshen..." Hua Feng pondered for a moment and shook his head helplessly: "My Yuanshen used to be very ordinary, just like ordinary monks, but later in order to nurture the dragon vein of China's national destiny, my natal soul came into contact with the spirit of the dragon vein.
More, slowly, it becomes different."
"Perhaps, as my master said, the way of heaven is vast and the yin and yang cycle. As long as you are on the right path, your efforts will be rewarded."
"I cultivate the dragon vein of national destiny, and the spirit of the dragon vein also feeds back to my heavenly spirit."
When Tang Ming heard this, he couldn't help but look in admiration.
Anyone who possesses the soul of Heavenly Dao must be a person of great perseverance.
As for Huafeng, his lifelong obsession has been to protect China and nurture the destiny of the country. This obsession even transcends his own life.
The purer the person, the easier it is to understand the way of heaven.
"Hua Lao, now the first step has been successful. You have the soul of heaven. Even if you destroy your body, it will not affect your strength too much. On the contrary, it will make your soul more powerful."
"The physical body suffers, and the soul soars."
"The next step is the second step."
Tang Ming said in a serious tone: "I will open the ghost gate, and you need to control your soul to come to the ghost gate and use the evil spirit to condense the ghosts and souls."
"good."
Hua Feng nodded slightly.
Tang Ming stopped talking, the Jidao mark between his eyebrows became brighter and brighter, and the will-o'-the-wisps suddenly boiled in his dark pupils.
"Boom!"
The ghost gate is wide open, and endless ghost energy pours out from the black vortex, filled with extreme coldness and splendor.
Just listen to a muffled sound of "Peng".
Hua Feng's natal soul was directly knocked away by the evil spirit.
The soul is invisible, but the ghost energy comes from the ghost realm, and has a natural suppression power against soul-like creatures. Even if Huafeng is very powerful, it is still a bit difficult to resist such a surge of ghost energy simply with the soul state.
Hard work.
"Come again!"
Hua Feng's face turned pale and he stood on the same spot with his legs.
Another violent wave of ghostly energy roared towards him. This time he was prepared, and wisps of golden light glowed from Huafeng Yuanshen.
Peng! The void made a muffled sound.
Although Hua Feng resisted the momentum, his expression was extremely painful.
The evil spirit is like the sharpest blade, cutting into his natal soul. This pain penetrates deep into the soul. Those who are not strong-willed may collapse instantly and lose their soul.
"Mr. Hua, stay calm and focused!"
Tang Ming said in a deep voice: "Use the power of the ghost to condense the ghost soul. Only by condensing the prototype of the ghost can we proceed to the next step!"
"Okay, I can resist."
Hua Feng nodded, and his natal soul glowed with golden light and began to accommodate this ghostly aura.
But there is too much ghost energy, and this is the purest ghost energy from the ghost world. It is extremely corrosive to the soul, even he has some difficulty.
But Hua Feng is still persisting! Only by persisting can there be a chance of survival! Only by surviving can he continue to protect the peace of China! This is his last chance and his last obsession. Once he fails, the evil cultivators in the north and the Kunlun cultivators will
The sect will definitely rise up and revolt, and he must seize this opportunity! "Boom!"
The golden light flashed, and the power of the vast soul swarmed in.
In the void, there was also a billowing ghost energy vented out, turning into a biting wind and rushing towards the front.
...in the dead of night.
It was past three o'clock in the morning, and the entire city of Kyoto seemed quiet and peaceful, including the Forbidden City.
The Forbidden City is covered by formations.
Although the interior is full of ghosts and violent movements, when viewed from the outside, all the lights in the Forbidden City are turned off, just like a mythical beast sleeping peacefully in the darkness. Only a huge black shadow can be seen, giving people a sense of endless majesty.
And a few miles away from the Forbidden City, on a desolate and remote path, dim street lights shone down.
Several people wearing sanitation worker uniforms were walking on the road pushing garbage sorting trucks. There were men and women among them, carefully cleaning the garbage on the ground, or pouring the residues in the trash cans into the garbage truck.
There were no people on the trail.
Several people chatted and gossiped, and couldn't help laughing when they talked about exciting things, breaking the tranquility of the night.
Of course, they are sanitation workers after all. Although they talk and laugh, they work very seriously and clean every trash can on the roadside.
Until they turned a corner.
There were roadblocks on the road ahead, and several dark green armored vehicles were parked there, guarded by heavily armed soldiers.
"Stop, who is it?"
The leading young soldier gave a low shout, led his team members forward, and scanned the people in front of him with sharp eyes.
"Sir, sir."
An old man wearing an orange-red sanitation uniform was so frightened that he stammered: "I, we are employees of the sanitation company."
"Sanitation company?"
The young soldier frowned: "Which company are you employees of?
You are not allowed to step into this place without receiving an order!"
"Uh..." The old man shook his head in confusion and looked back at the people behind him: "Old man Zhang, is there such an order?"
"I don't know, and I can't read."
The old man named Zhang curled his lips: "It seems that the manager asked us to rest for a few days, but I won't rest. There are many trees on this street. When the wind blows at night, large leaves fall, which affects the appearance of the city. Then the manager will punish us again.
As for wages, other streets are raising wages. I would be heartbroken if my wages were deducted."
"Besides, we are just ordinary cleaners doing our jobs. Why don't they let us sweep the streets..." said the next part.
Old man Zhang muttered a few words depressedly.
"Shut up, you!"
The leader, the old man, drank and stopped his companions.
Then, he turned around and put on an awkward smile: "Ahem, sir, please understand that we are all ordinary people, and we have always been responsible for this street."
"If there is garbage left unattended and it affects the appearance of the city, we will also have to be fined."
"Sir, can you please be accommodating?"
He took out a work permit with a smile on his face.
The certificate is a bit old and has the words "Kyoto City Cleanup Company" written on it.
"No, the entire street has been blocked. No one is allowed to enter this place."
The young soldier flatly refused.
At the same time, he reached out to pick up the work permit, preparing to remember his name and report it to the Military and Arms Administration. After all, if the blockade order was passed on, a company would blatantly violate it, and it needed to be investigated.
I watched the soldier raise his hand to grab his work permit.
The sanitation worker lowered his eyes slightly, a murderous intent flashed in the corner of his eyes. His lowered left hand, shielded by his body, suddenly flashed a cold light between his fingers.
Peng! Suddenly there was a loud noise, shattering the tranquility of the night.
At the moment when the loud noise was heard, the entire right arm of the sanitation worker suddenly broke, and his whole body was thrown away as if being hit by a truck.
Before a person even touches the ground, he has already lost his vitality.
Because he was hit by a sniper gun from a distance, the specially-made high-explosive sniper bullet almost destroyed half of the man's body, and blood mixed with his internal organs poured out, which was shocking.