There was silence all around, and everyone held their breath.
Whether a miracle can be performed seems to depend on the next moment.
Shengyuan closed his mouth, clenched his teeth, and wisps of blood spilled out from the corners of his mouth.
At this moment, he felt that the most painful thing in the world was nothing more than this.
Zi Chen's spirit was tense. After all, this was the first time he used his soul power to do such a delicate thing, and there was no room for sloppiness.
Sweat dripped down his forehead.
Qingyi's eyes are bright. The ghost soul-eating method from the holy talisman world is indeed extraordinary.
Shengyuan screamed again and almost fainted.
Zi Chen raised his palm, and there were black lights flowing in his palm, constantly twisting.
Besides the black light, there are circles of golden threads, which are Zi Chen's soul power.
The magic leech was pulled out, and the Holy Source fell to the ground, his breath already extremely weak.
Others wanted to step forward to check, but did not dare because they were not sure whether all the leeches had been removed.
"It's okay, just take a good rest and regain your vitality." Zi Chen wiped the cold snort from his forehead and said lightly.
When the others heard this, they all put their hands together and saluted, their eyes filled with gratitude.
The magic leech in his hand was shrinking little by little until it completely disappeared.
Everyone's expressions changed again, thinking that the magic leech had entered Zi Chen's body.
"Refined by me."
The golden light in Zi Chen's palm disappeared and he stood up.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him again.
Sheng Yuan was already unconscious due to weakness and was carried down without having time to thank Zi Chen.
The monk came forward and wanted to pat Zi Chen on the shoulder, but he thought of something and shrank back, "You can do it, kid. You have really recreated the miracle. That's good, the Buddha will appoint you as the elder of the Buddhist clan.
From now on, stay in the Buddha Realm to develop, and don’t go back to your scheming Holy Thunder Tribe."
This is against the rules, but at this moment, many powerful people said nothing.
If Zi Chen really wanted to stay, they would be happy to make an exception for him.
Zi Chen smiled and said, "Let's go and take a look inside."
After Zi Chen clasped his fists at everyone, he followed the monk and another powerful man into the battlefield.
The story of Zi Chen rescuing Sheng Yuan has already spread within the Buddhist realm, causing a great sensation.
Because this is the first time in history that the Holy Spirit has saved us.
Entering the battlefield, Zi Chen saw many Holy Spirit guards at the entrance. According to the monk, they were to prevent the demons from attacking the place after they formed a large scale.
Next, a group of four people walked directly towards the center of the battlefield.
Zi Chen didn't ask much about why he came to the battlefield. He just thought it was the hospitality of the Buddhist tribe and brought Zi Chen to see the secrets of the Buddhist tribe.
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"Lord Buddha, Sheng Ming has led Zi Chen into the battlefield."
A Buddhist holy spirit came to Lord Buddha and reported the latest situation.
Lord Buddha was meditating with his eyes closed and nodded slightly.
The arriving Holy Spirit monks said: "One more thing is that Zi Chen saved the holy source from the demon leeches in his body before."
Lord Buddha opened his eyes, "Is there any way to find out the reason?"
The Holy Spirit monks said: "According to the people present, Zi Chen did not use any special means, he just used his own soul power."
"Demon leeches are extraordinary. They are also a nuisance among demons. Zi Chen's soul power can actually resist them. Do you know what kind of soul power they are?"
"I don't know, but it should be related to Thunder."
The Holy Spirit monks said: "Could it be because of the power of thunder? After all, thunder is naturally capable of restraining evil. Maybe we can find some reinforcements from the Holy Thunder Tribe."
Lord Buddha shook his head and said: "It's impossible."
The Holy Spirit monks were startled when they heard this. In fact, he never understood why the Buddha wanted to let Zi Chen go to the battlefield. After all, there was nothing but blood there.
As for resources, Zichen himself is not lacking, otherwise he would not have brought many holy thunder demon bones to the Buddha clan for free.
The Lord Buddha gently raised his hand, and the Holy Spirit Sangha clasped their hands and left.
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"There are also good and bad luck here. On a good day, you can encounter demons several times, but on a bad day, you won't encounter them at all."
On the way forward, the monk still acted as a commentator, and occasionally talked about his own battles here.
After wandering around here for a long time, the four of them found nothing. The monk also lost interest and said, "Go back. I guess today's luck will not be with us."
Zi Chen nodded, but it didn't matter.
Qingyi was even more indifferent, but she felt a little regretful that she could not see the demons with her own eyes.
The silent Shengming on the side suddenly said: "Since we have arrived, why not go to Wuyou Mountain to take a look?"
"Worry-Free Mountain?"
The monk's expression changed when he heard this.
Zi Chen saw something strange about the monk and asked, "Where is that place?"
The monk said: "It can be regarded as a place where demons often hang out. Most of our people are nearby, and every once in a while, they will go to Wuyou Mountain to conduct inspections and sweeps to guard against the demons forming a climate there. 1.
The first time I came back from a serious injury, I followed other senior brothers to that place and killed them all."
Zi Chen glanced at Sheng Ming and said: "Since we have come here, let's go and have a look."
Shengming clasped his hands together and said, "The donor is very kind."
Only then did Qingyi realize that this monk suddenly came here to show his courtesy. It turned out that there was a reason. Even the good and evil monks were kept in the dark.
After advancing for another quarter of an hour, energy surged ahead, and waves of battle could be heard.
A three-star holy spirit of the Buddhist clan covered in blood is running away. He is holding a relic in his hand, which exudes the light of defense against the Buddha.
His opponent is a four-star demon. He has a single horn on his head. From time to time, a magic light will appear from the single horn, like a black lightning, hitting the protective light of the relic.
The light of protection is in danger, but it seems to be able to block those attacks every time.
The battlefield at this moment was still some way away from everyone, and they saw everything with their souls.
The monk took the initiative to speed up and flew forward.
After the monk left, Shengming complained: "Donor, I don't know about this. Everything is the Lord Buddha's will."
"Lord Buddha?" Zi Chen was surprised.
"The Lord Buddha intended for the donor to go to Wuyou Mountain for a visit. As for what the Lord Buddha meant, we don't know." Sheng Ming said again.
Zi Chen nodded.
At this time, the monk had arrived on the battlefield in time. He was also in the realm of three stars, but he was not afraid of the four-star demons.
His Buddha power was much purer than that of his companions. As the seal fell, the Buddha's light formed a big mudra and moved forward.
The four-star demon was knocked away by the hand seal.
The flying four-star demon seemed to be aware of the danger and did not continue to attack, but turned around and ran away.
"Where to run!"
The monk chased after him without hesitation. Of course, he did not forget to remind his companions behind him to go back to heal their wounds and not to catch up again.
As for the monk, he didn't care, because there was an invincible Zi Chen following him behind, so he couldn't cause any problems here.