King Yama was a little surprised.

Looking at the scale of the black gas, resentment is like a sea, negative thinking is like a mountain, and it has been replaced by ordinary immortals, all of which have long been crushed.

Mental breakdown, broken Dao heart, all thoughts are lost, all momentum is lost, and you are willing to let others deal with it!

"Worthy of the disciples." Yan Luo praised, and the mana was as thick as the sea, and the waves were gusting, and it was passed in the hand of the Judgment Mirror.

The magic weapon is powerful, the divine power is amazing, and there is a vast heaven and earth faintly, appearing above Yama's head.

It is a world in which there are countless beings, punished and punished, in an infinite number that cannot be counted.

Among them, there are monks and even immortals, and even among them, there are many Xuan Immortals and even Golden Immortals!

There used to be the power of the underworld, and he used the Judgment Mirror to deal with the existence of the Golden Immortal level, so there was a figure of the Golden Immortal who had been judged.

"But that's the end of it." Yan Luo held the mirror, and the mottled frosted mirror surface was facing Wang Yu.

The mirror light shone, and the heaven and earth behind it suddenly disappeared into it, turned into a stream of mysterious light, and rushed over.

Heaven and earth writhed, faintly surrendered, as if he couldn't withstand the judgment of the supernatural powers, and lowered his head.

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The black gas is soaring, the resentment is thick, and there is a vague tendency to change adults.

Golden flames, extinguished.

Wang Yu's resistance, like a drop of water, fell into the sea, and there was no movement except for the initial ripples.

Heaven and earth are quiet again, no one is talking, everyone is watching.

The ten Yamas were waiting, hidden in the black qi, and no one appeared except for the fifth Yama King.

"Is it going to end?" There are immortals who are at a loss, and they are inexplicably a little uncomfortable.

There is no earth-destroying battle, it is so simple, a magic weapon, and the ending is laid.

A peerless genius, impressive, is about to be interrupted.

After this battle, even if he survived by luck because of his identity as a saint's disciple, his Dao heart was broken.

After the extreme judgment of the judgment and the state of mind, countless distracting thoughts will impact, and all self-knowledge will be washed away.

The normal judgment is to distinguish between good and evil, but the judgment of using the magic weapon against the enemy is to destroy everything from the root of the heart.

"Is that really the end of it?" Tai Bai Xing couldn't believe it and muttered.

He and Wang Yu are not strangers, they have already met each other twice, they are enemies, and there are many grudges.

He didn't have much hatred for Wang Yu, but if he saw it, if he had the ability, he wouldn't mind killing him directly.

Because, this person has a kind of lawless momentum, and once violated the rules of heaven, and almost caused the invasion of heavenly demons!

It's a great evil! It's a great sin!

However, he thinks so, and intends to do so.

Now, seeing that Wang Yu was about to be crushed by Dao Xin, he did not have the joy he imagined in his heart.

"Your Majesty." Taibai turned his head and looked at the Jade Emperor of Haotian, his eyes pleading.

"No hurry, wait." Haotian's face remained unchanged, looking at the place of the tribulation, his expression was not panicked, and he was interested.

"Huh?" Taibai was stunned, what does this expression mean?

In the Wa Palace, Lingzhuzi jumped up violently and rushed to the palace, and before the person arrived, the voice had already sounded: "Niangniang, Niangniang, that kid is very interesting, can you save him?" ”

The voice of the spirit bead was very loud, and it was not deliberately suppressed at all, and there were very few people in the entire Wa Imperial Palace, except for the saint Nuwa Niangniang, there were only two people, Jin Ling and Ling Zhuzi.

Jin Lingnai flew by herself when Nuwa Niangniang was sanctified, became Nuwa Niangniang's mount, and carried it up to the thirty-three heavens.

The spirit bead is an innate spirit bead carried by Nuwa Niangniang, after Nuwa Niangniang became sanctified, it was contaminated with a touch of holy rhyme, and it was able to open the spirit, and then transform into a shape.

Listening to the sound of the spirit beads, the corners of Jin Ling's mouth twitched, and then he couldn't help covering his eyes, as if he could already think of the next picture.

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In the palace, a figure flew out upside down and landed heavily on the ground, just at Jin Ling's feet.

It's a spirit bead.

"Sister Jin Ling, what do you mean by Niangniang?" Nuwa Niangniang didn't exert herself, and the spirit bead fell to the ground, but she was not injured, but she was too lazy to get up.

He was lying on his side, his hands supporting his little head, looking up at Jin Ling, looking like a little adult, thinking.

"Huh?" Jin Ling was almost used to such a scene, and he was also used to the performance of the spirit bead, humming a syllable from his nose.

"In the past, I went to find my mother, and after my mother sent me flying, things were generally resolved, but this time... Nothing seems to have changed? ”

Ling Zhuzi's little face was full of doubts, and she said what she was strange about, and she looked at Jin Ling, wanting to hear her thoughts.

"......" Jin Ling was stunned for a moment, and looked at the place of tribulation displayed on the wall in front of him, and the scene did not change at all.

Lingzhuzi is right, because there are too few people in the Wa Palace, and Nuwa Niangniang spoils herself and Lingzhuzi very much.

Although Lingzhuzi is very naughty and mischievous, he is just one person, and he often makes the Wa Palace restless, and then he is reprimanded by Nuwa Niangniang and teaches him a lesson.

However, the spirit beads have been taught repeatedly, and Nuwa Niangniang didn't care too much, but every time the spirit beads got into trouble, they cleaned up.

And every time Lingzhu looked for Nuwa Niangniang to do something, he didn't have a good face, and it was the norm to beat him and throw it out.

However, as Lingzhuzi himself said, after fighting, throwing, things... It's basically solved.

But now...

"Really?" Thinking about it, Jin Ling thought for a moment, and then his pupils shrank sharply, staring at the scene on the wall, his face shocked.

The reason why the wall is just an ordinary wall, and the reason why it can show the place of tribulation is that there was once a time when the spirit beads were greedy for play, and Nuwa Niangniang used the remaining nine heavens to mix the three light divine water, and painted on the wall and played with mud.

This wall has been given a miraculous nature, which can summon many hidden places in the Three Realms.

"What's wrong?" Ling Zhuzi was startled, quickly got up, hugged Jin Ling's arm tightly, and asked repeatedly, "Sister Jin Ling, did you think of something?" ”

"He... It should be fine! Jin Ling was really shocked by his own speculation, he didn't slow down, and he didn't notice the behavior of the spirit bead, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the wall, in the land of tribulation...

The black gas was thick, converging into the sea, and countless figures in the sea gradually became clear.

Covered in scars, with bones exposed, walking with blood dripping from the side...

It seems to be a sea of the dead, a forbidden place for the living, filled with endless resentment, resentment against all living beings.

Once a creature dares to approach, it will immediately be pulled by the power inside and become a member of it.

The center of the ocean was obscured by countless black gases, countless figures, and shadows were abundant, blocking the view, and even divine thoughts could not be explored.

But, everyone knows, there, there is a person.

A living person!

What Jin Ling refers to is naturally the only living person in this sea of the dead!

"Are you alright?" Lingzhuzi shouted, staring at the sea of dead in the scene, his eyes were about to pop out of his sockets, and he didn't see a trace of life.

Is this called okay?

In such a terrifying place, as a Xuan Immortal, he was transformed by an innate spirit bead, far away from an endless distance, and when he only saw it, he felt chills all over his body, and instinctively wanted to turn his eyes away and not look at it.

This is still because he is not in it, if he faces it in person, he has no doubt that he has used all means to resist for a moment at most... No, half an hour.

"These black gases are not normal, Lingzhuzi went to beg Niangniang again... Could it be..."

Jin Ling didn't pay attention to the spirit bead at all, staring at the still expanding sea of black qi, and suddenly a terrifying guess appeared in his mind again.

This guess made her stand up suddenly, and walked to the wall in a few steps, with a pretty, noble face, almost pasted on!

"Sister Jin Ling?" Lingzhuzi is stunned, what does it mean?

"Not only is he fine, he seems to be doing it on purpose, he's..."

Jin Ling looked at the picture on the wall for a long time, a long time, and muttered: "He seems to be using this to cultivate?" ”

Countless pieces of information appear in the brain and converge.

Thinking and rapid analysis.

Jin Ling combined the information he knew now and finally came to an incredible conclusion.

"What?" Ling Zhuzi walked to Jin Ling's side at some point, looked at her in surprise, and suddenly reached out and touched her eyebrows: "It can't be sick, right?" How did you start talking nonsense? ”

"No, they're already monks, how can they get sick?"

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Jin Ling was unceremonious, and slapped Lingzhuzi's little hand when it was about to touch his forehead.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts." Lingzhuzi retracted his hand like lightning, jumped up violently, and said continuously.

While jumping, he thought to himself, baring his teeth and grinning: "This hand strength is really fine, so why do you say..."

"Huh?" Lingzhuzi also froze, stopped moving, and looked at the black forbidden place on the wall in disbelief.

"I'm cultivating here! It's true... Is it possible? ”

"Still, if it's him... Not necessarily... It's not impossible! ”

……

The heaven and earth in his heart, the black qi is dense, constantly expanding, and with the support of external forces, more lichs have been summoned.

Wang Yu looked at it, very satisfied, nodded, and sat down cross-legged.

In front of him, the embodiment of his own heart appeared, and he was attacked by the words and movements of a group of lichs, and wounds continued to appear.

He sat cross-legged in the back, his lips slightly open, and the sound of chanting came out of his mouth.

The scriptures are peaceful and serene, with a strange rhythm between the recitations, like singing.

The sound of the warp echoed, turning into golden words, line by line, string by string, surrounding Wang Yu's body.

This is the Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures that I have read on the Internet in my previous life.

In memory, it has the effect of calming the mind and purifying the mind.

After the Yuan Shen mind sorted, analyzed, mixed with his own understanding, and re-weaved, with his own situation, he composed a new scripture.

It's not that the verses he reweaves are better than the ones he remembers.

Rather, memorizing scriptures is only scriptures, only words, the rhythm of the chanting of a scripture, and the meaning of the essence of the scriptures.

The scriptures themselves are very ordinary, and there are only some superficial meanings contained in them, and there are very few.

The deeper truth needs to be understood by the corresponding chanting rhythm and the corresponding Buddhist legends and classics.

Moreover, it has to be corresponding!

The conditions are lacking, so they can only combine themselves to give birth to this scripture...

Effect... Doesn't seem to be too bad?