"Moo!"

Jiaolong opened its mouth slightly, and the hidden filthy moisture appeared, and the cry was also implied with ferocity.

Shen Yi used the dragon as a whip to sweep away the sword light, but it made this dragon painful, and the scales on his body were broken.

While this beast hated Shen Yi, it also hated Fakong, after all, it was Fakong's knife that really disabled it so far.

Even if the black-clad two-legged beast is ninety percent responsible, isn't you, the blood-colored two-legged beast, one percent responsible?

The way beasts hold grudges is so unpretentious, whoever hurts themselves will hate them.

In this regard, Fakong also responded.

The murderous intent like a sea of corpses and blood condensed, and the treasure wheel on his head slowly turned, and an extreme sense of threat stimulated Jiaolong's survival instinct.

This Heavenly Dancing Treasure Wheel is also the best treasure among the many magic weapons recorded in the Vedas, and the Pure Land Sect also consumed a lot of heavenly materials and earth treasures to refine.

Its power is also worthy of consumption, the treasure wheel turns, life and death are impermanent, and destruction is unprovoked, which is in line with the killing path of Fakong.

At this moment, just a trace of breath leaked out, and the dragon's scales stood upside down, feeling the most extreme threat, and he was busy calling to swim and hold up the light boat on the water.

"Hmph."

Seeing this, Fakong snorted coldly, and the jet-black treasure wheel on his head hung down a stream of air, injecting into Wulai's body.

At this time, Wulai's face was pale, his body was rickety, and his vitality was greatly injured at first glance. But for him, what is even more embarrassing is that he is so handled by his old opponent.

If you want to be a shield, you can be a shield, and if you want to devour, you can devour it, how can you bear it when you want to be arrogant?

He himself was in a bad mood because of his forcible cultivation of the Eight Divine Skills, and now that his skills have been abolished, his mood is even more volatile, and he is quite easily stimulated.

However, Wulai also found a glimmer of opportunity.

That power!

For the power that appeared out of thin air in his body, Wu Lai not only felt panic, but looked eagerly at Fakong.

"The Poor Monk's Body······ Is it the power of the true Buddha?! He was excited and nervous, but not afraid.

The conversation between Shen Yi and Fakong was naturally heard by Wulai, and he also knew that what Fakong really cared about was Fazhao and the power of the True Buddha. Combined with the dialogue before and after, Wulai easily came to the conclusion that he had the power of a true Buddha in his body.

And the power that has just emerged is also proof of this.

"What you think is the same, what you have in you is the power of the true Buddha."

When Fakong heard this, a smile appeared on his face, "Although something has gone wrong now, which has reversed the Buddha's power, with your Buddha nature, it should be able to turn it back to the right path." And in the future, if you are completely integrated with this power, then you will be a poor monk, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to defeat you. ”

The more he talked, the stronger the joy on Wulai's face.

The existence of this power is tantamount to the last straw for Wulai, even if he knows that Fakong will not allow him to possess this power all the time, he can't care so much.

For the present nothing, any power is worth grasping, and only by grasping the present can we think about the future.

It's hard to say what the future holds. He said bitterly in his heart.

························

In the midst of the storm, a flash of lightning rushed on the water, and in a short time it had already flown hundreds of miles away, flying towards a high mountain standing in the midst of a rolling torrent.

"Whew-"

The lightning flickered, and he jumped into a cave, and a flash of fire and two figures entered his eyes at the same time.

"Feel at ease."

Wuyin and Zhuge Qingyun stood up and saluted.

"No need to be polite, just sit down."

Shen Yi said casually, and then sat directly by the fire, spreading out his palms, and tiny black particles gathered above his palms.

[Kill! Kill! Kill! 】

[Hate! Hate! Hate! 】

[Kill all these evil monks!] 】

[I want to live!] 】

Negative emotions suddenly echoed in the cave, and chaotic thoughts stirred everywhere, trying to arouse the malice in the hearts of the creatures around them.

But for the three people present, these are all sprinkled water.

The biggest evil in this life is Shen Yi, and this evil thought entered Shen Yi's heart, and he couldn't even make a little wave.

As for Wuyin and Zhuge Qingyun, they are covered by Shen Yi, and if they want to be affected, Shen Yi will be affected first.

"Great freedom, this seems to be ······" Aware of these thoughts, he couldn't help but hesitate and said.

"Yes, it's faith," Shen Yi confirmed the uncausedness of his guess, "These thoughts are beliefs, but they are negative." ”

His eyes were condensed and perceptive, and the countless particles slowly emerged in his eyes.

Every little particle was a thought, and they turned into extremely tiny heads, flying wildly on Shen Yi's palm.

"I heard that the Pure Land Sect used the power of faith as food to strengthen the sect, and the middle and high-level of the sect were all good at the way of faith, but I didn't expect that their real intention to absorb the power of faith was to restore the power of the so-called true Buddha. So······"

Shen Yi muttered: "The so-called true Buddha's power should be similar in nature to the power of faith. ”

Thinking of this, Shen Yi suddenly opened his mouth and sucked countless tiny heads into his mouth.

The negative mental power was quickly digested by Shen Yi, and one tiny head after another was absorbed and refined by Shen Yi, evolving one after another killing scenes in the too illusory realm.

He saw two monks fighting, palaces collapsing, and fire devouring corpses and burning everything.

This should be the remnants of the destruction of the Pure Land religion back then.

It's so cruel, no wonder this faith has been reversed. Shen Yi sighed in his heart.

The so-called belief sounds mysterious, but in fact, to put it bluntly, it is to extract the mental power subconsciously emitted by the believers, refine it through some secret methods, and increase and strengthen their own souls.

When the soul grows, it can manipulate the vitality more wishfully, and it can reverse the growth of the essence and qi element, which is completely a cultivation accelerator, and the pig can ascend to heaven after practice.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages in everything, the law of faith hurts others and hurts oneself, and if the person who is extracted from his mental power is not replenished for a long time, his soul will be weakened, and his mind will be reduced at least and his life will be lost at worst.

And those who absorb the power of faith will also be coerced by their inner thoughts, the most obvious example is Shen Yi. If he hadn't had a relatively abnormal mind, he might have gone crazy a long time ago.

The second example is the Pure Land religion of the past.

The Pure Land cultists were slaughtered and died in the most horrific way, and they were all followers of the Sect Master. The mental power of these people when they are dying is definitely not beautiful, and if these mental powers are absorbed, then the absorber will be crazy if he is not dead.

Obviously, the previous generation of the Lun Sect absorbed these mental powers, and then caused the reversal of the Buddha and the demons because of this.

(End of chapter)