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This voice cannot be heard with the physical ear, because it is a mantra. When a practitioner is able to communicate with heaven and earth and immerse himself in that feeling of selflessness, the sound that comes naturally with what he feels in his heart is generally called the Great Dao Xuanyin, and some people call it a mantra.

No one could understand the magic and mantras pinched by the phantasm that appeared on the idol, but all the people here were cultivators, and they could all feel the meaning contained in the mantras.

"He's condensing Jinghe's spiritual power."

As this thought arose in the hearts of many people, they saw the invisible spiritual power in the river basin surging up from the downstream, these spiritual powers could not be seen with the naked eye, but they could feel the surging power. Not only the spiritual power of the Jing River, but even the spiritual power of the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers in the surrounding sky converged towards the statue. Chen Jing didn't know that at this moment, he was very similar to the scene of swallowing heaven and earth on the portrait he saw in the city of King Qin Guang.

Others didn't know what Chen Jing's spell was, but he himself knew it clearly, and in his opinion, what he was reciting was just the simplest and most sincere words. It's like saying it to a person, and it's like saying it to your own heart.

"O Jinghe, you will be burned until you dry up, you will be annihilated in the world, and you will sink in eternal history. If you don't want to disappear here, then join me in destroying all the existence that threatens your life, whether it is immortals and Buddhas, whether gods and demons......"

No one knew that the spell Chen Jing recited was actually like this, it was the words from the heart when his divine thoughts were scattered in the void and melted into the Jing River.

The spiritual power of the Jing River gathers, and from the downstream, the surrounding mountains and rivers also have spiritual power surging towards the statue. The spiritual power poured into the dantian from the body of the idol, and the whirlpool turned faster and faster, and finally the spiritual power of the heart became more and more intense.

Jinghe's spiritual power is constantly compressed and condensed. With the continuous condensation of spiritual power, the originally invisible aura slowly manifested.

Chen Jing's heart felt that the spiritual power there might be condensed, he had felt like this before, but at that time, he couldn't condense, but this time, when Chen Jing gave birth to this feeling, a trace of spiritual dew appeared there.

This spiritual dew is tiny, but it is in the center of the spiritual power vortex, and as the spiritual power pours in, the spiritual dew slowly grows larger, and finally becomes a blue droplet the size of a dewdrop.

This is the embodiment of his fit for the Jing River, since he became the river god, it has been nearly twenty years, and now he has broken through the divine ban and received a baptism in Baling City, and his state of mind has been sublimated.

As soon as this spiritual dew appeared, Chen Jing's heart moved, and the spiritual dew had already risen along the back that was faintly penetrated by thunder, and finally spewed out of his mouth.

As soon as it appeared, there was a blue glow.

As soon as this drop of clear water shining with blue light appeared, it surprised King Nalan who was hidden in the dark air and watched all this, if the three-flavor true fire on the Fantian seal made him dare not act rashly, then this drop of clear water from invisible to tangible made King Nalan feel incredible.

"This is the water of the true spirit."

There are three flavors of fire in the world, this fire and the essence of the fire are fused with the three flavors of the true fire, as long as the master of the fire has enough mana, everything in the world will not be burned. And all things in heaven and earth are mutually reinforcing, and there are three flavors of true fire, and the true spirit water that naturally restrains each other. This spiritual water is the condensation of spiritual power, and the most important effect is to melt ten thousand laws, which can transform countless spells.

Chen Jing didn't know that he was condensing the true spiritual water, he just sensed the spiritual power of the Jing River and summoned the spiritual power of the Jing River to converge towards him. If it was just like this, it would just form waves like before, but after the Jinghe spiritual power was gathered this time, Chen Jing clearly understood in his heart that this spiritual power was too loose and had to be condensed a little more, otherwise, it would definitely be burned by the flames on the big seal. And he felt that it should be condensed together, he had this feeling, and when his heart moved, Jinghe's spiritual power quickly condensed.

This seems simple, and it is indeed simple to do, but there are very few that can be done. The road is simple, when the realm is reached, no one needs to teach, no one needs to say, you will naturally know how to do it, and it is extremely easy to do, if the realm is not reached, even if someone says the magic spell seal that condenses the water of the true spirit, it will not be able to do it.

At that moment, a butterfly flashed out of thin air and disappeared into the water droplets. Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be a faint sword groan, this sword groan was extremely faint, faint like mist, and there was a dreamy feeling. And just when many people faintly heard the sound of the sword, the drop of true spirit water that appeared on the phantom of the god idol had disappeared.

And a little white light suddenly shone in the sky, this white light was like the light of a meteor, falling from the sky towards the earth, and the direction of the fall was exactly where the source of the Jing River, Fantianyin, was located.

Looking up, the light was actually a little dizzying, but there were still people who saw it clearly, the light was a drop of water, a drop of crystal water, but I don't know when, there was an extra butterfly in the droplet, the butterfly was very small, and it was coerced and sealed in by the droplet, like amber.

The light fell from above the nine heavens, like a meteor, and the closer it was to the earth, the brighter it became. At the same time, there was a continuous sound of sword groans in the void, and the sword groans were piercing, as if what was dripping was not a drop of water, but a sword that pierced the void, a sword that pierced the void.

"Ding......

The water dripped down, through the flames burning in the void, dripping on the top of the big seal like a mountain, the water splashed everywhere, and the mist could be clearly seen flying away in the light and firelight. When the Yuan Zhen Dao person who was pinching the magic trick in the sky fell on the Fantian Seal, he only felt that there was an irresistible sword qi that seeped into the soil like water, seeped into the Fantian Seal, and hit a wisp of divine thought that he planted in the Fantian Seal, and his heart ached, as if he had been stabbed with a sword, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out. At the same time, the flame on the seal of heaven was also extinguished.

A small drop of water, compared to the mountain-like Fantian seal, can not be smaller, compared to the raging fire, it is also faint and can not be weaker, but it is such a drop of water, dripping on the Fantian seal, the flame of the heavenly seal is instantly extinguished, extinguished without warning, just like water falling on a candle.

At the top of the Fantian seal, a pale blue butterfly stands there, its wings moving slightly, as if standing on the petals of a flower.

The blood spurting out of the mouth of the Yuan Zhen Daoist had not yet dissipated in the air, and the Yuan Zhen Dao man's fingers had already scratched in the void, and the blood mist that was about to disperse instantly turned into a blood arrow, shooting towards the butterfly on the Fantian Seal, extremely fast, and the blood shadow flashed suddenly. However, when the blood arrow stabbed down, the butterfly flapped its wings slightly, and suddenly a sword roar sounded, and the river waves appeared out of thin air, drowning the Fantian seal when the blood arrow shot down.

Blood arrows shoot into it and disappear without a trace.

And the river waves were surging and swallowing the Fantian Seal, and after a while, the mountain-like Fantian Seal had disappeared into the water waves, and it had obviously been collected by Chen Jing with the spiritual power of the Jing River. The idol that had appeared on the surface of the river had disappeared into the water, and the Jing River had returned to calm again, without a single sound except for the sound of the river waves.

The surging waves of the river sounded like bursts of piercing ridicule in the eyes of everyone in the darkness.

In the sky, Yuan Zhendao's face was pale, he took a deep look at Jinghe, turned around and left, and disappeared into the darkness after only a few steps. From the top of the surrounding mountains, valleys, or trees, all kinds of light rise, and the light flashes and fades.

King Nalan stood on the top of the dark mountain, looking at the Jing River, and sighed in his heart. Some regret that they didn't fight in Baling City, regret that they didn't make a move when Chen Jing just came out of Baling City, and even regret that they didn't make a move when Chen Jing's True Spirit Water shot just now.

There are many things he regrets in this life, but it is precisely because of his prudence that he has survived until now, there have been so many people who are stronger than him who have died, and he is the only one who is alive.

"In the world, there is one more person who can be canonized as a god and establish a god."

King Nalan took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, regrouped his mood, and thought in his heart: "Although he has broken through the divine prohibition and will control the entire Jing River in the future, there is still a long way to go. When this Shinto is re-established, how can I retreat, how can I fight, how can I fight, and fight for the eternal incense that will not be extinguished. He thought of this, and when he turned around, he was gone.

When those who didn't make a move in the end left, a statue of a god rushed out of the embroidered spring bend, and the idol seemed to be walking against the wind, and the aura around it surged, and it came to the sky above the temple and landed on the altar.

As the idol rushed out of the river waves in the Xiuchun bend, the ethereal spirit in the ruins of the temple turned into a black smoke and dissipated into the void. Big red shrimp, shells, nine yin, nightingales, and mountain monkeys all looked up.

The Taoist who had been suppressed there by him before on the divine platform was still there, and when the statue left here, he was still suppressed by the spiritual power driven by the wisp of mental power left by Chen Jing.

When the idol fell, there were waves of water from the ruins of the temple out of thin air, carrying the bricks and tiles that had collapsed on the ground and flew up with the idol, faintly, there were countless charms in the waves of water and imprinted into the temple, and when the idol fell, the temple was also re-established.

Those runes are just one of the runes called "Divine Mansion Transformation Spirit Runes", and the land of the Qin Land and the Netherworld was also built with this kind of runes in the past. His Hell Mansion was built purely with the power of faith and will, and the City God's Mansion in Baling City was also like this. And Chen Jing's is made by fusing the original bricks and tiles with spiritual power and wishing power.

This kind of talisman spell that is specially used to build a god's mansion does not need to be very high, as long as you have faith, you can open a god's mansion, but it will take a long time to really become the kind of god's mansion that can manifest and ban demons.

Just by looking at it, it makes people feel that the temple has a strange brilliance, and there must be a real god.

And almost at the same time, the door of the ancestral hall in front of the river slowly opened, and the ethereal spirit stood leaning against the door, and the whole person looked much more illusory, as if a gust of wind would blow her away.