The black box opened, and the light of the magic stone lamp shone into the spirit sealing crystal bottle.

Seeing the light again, Monk Huijing reacted coldly.

It should be Lu Feng who wants to ask him a question.

Monk Huijing was ready, but the next moment, the crystal bottle he was in was suddenly picked up by a pair of hands.

With a "pop", the cork of the crystal bottle was removed by Lu Feng.

The spirit leaned out of the crystal bottle, and Monk Huijing once again saw the heaven and earth with an incomparably rich aura.

Again, Monk Huijing was full of doubts.

This person is really strange, where did he come from such a spiritual realm with a strong aura of heaven and earth?

His master, the master and predecessor in the Dahe Temple, the spiritual aura of heaven and earth in the spiritual realm cultivated is not as good as here, it is really strange......

When Monk Huijing was thinking nonsense, the crystal bottle was crooked, and the sandalwood rosary where the monk lived rolled down the wall of the bottle, gurgling, and was pressed on the desk by one hand.

Monk Huijing looked back, and a black [Undead Mark] composed of a cold aura had approached.

"What do you want to do? Didn't I say the exercises and the methods and promise to spare my life? ”

Feeling the breath on the "Mark of the Dead", Monk Huijing's remnant soul felt bad, and shouted with some trembling.

Lu Feng turned a deaf ear to Monk Huijing's shouts, staring coldly at the sandalwood rosary, and his powerful spiritual power sealed all the places on the table.

The Yin Spirit, which had just been subdued, also floated beside it, staring at Monk Huijing.

Never give him the slightest chance to escape.

"I advise you not to resist, accept this mark honestly, and when I finish verifying the truth of what you said before, I will give you a chance to live!"

Lu Feng persuaded, intending to use words to break down Monk Huijing's resistance.

After all, the sandalwood rosary contains a Buddha power, and if Monk Huijing resists, the fragile mark of the undead may not be able to easily take down the monk's remnant soul.

But the development of things is always not smooth, and the monk Huijing in the sandalwood rosary only feels what Lu Feng said.

It is like a demon word that leads him to fall, and he cannot be trusted.

What's more, this person has never made a promise in front of him, and he is probably a gloomy person.

If he really listened to his words and accepted this strange mark, I am afraid that he, a monk, would have no chance to resist in his life.

In the world, there are thousands of ways to control and enslave the souls of others, and there will be several of them controlled by Monk Huijing alone.

Monk Huijing knew the fate of the soul being enslaved, and he didn't teach these methods to Lu Feng before.

After receiving the imprint, if it is verified, Monk Huijing knows that he will definitely not end well.

Lu Feng spoke, and the monk Huijing in the sandalwood rosary did not speak, but just chanted the scriptures obediently in the turtle beads.

Is this monk planning to resist to the end?

Lu Feng's heart was in shock, and the secret path was not good, and the mark of the undead floating next to the rosary did not hesitate to shoot towards the rosary, aiming to take down Monk Huijing.

But the next moment, a layer of golden Buddha light floated on the sandalwood rosary, stubbornly resisting the dark mark of the undead.

The light of the Buddha is hot, and the mark of the dead is cold.

Natural restraint.

Since the role of the undead mark is not to attack, the power is small, and the Buddha light in the sandalwood rosary purifies the black undead mark after a while.

At the same time, the light of the Buddha on the rosary also faded a little.

"Resist to the death, it seems that you still tell a lot of lies!"

Lu Feng stared at the sandalwood rosary, his fingers pressed the beads tightly, and the spiritual power enveloped the surroundings, dispersing the aura of heaven and earth near the rosary, and did not give Monk Huijing a chance to absorb the aura and restore the Buddha's power.

At the same time, the dead seed of the energy-absorbing ancient tree was also controlled by Lu Feng and flew to the sandalwood rosary, emitting a faint blue light, absorbing the Buddha power in the middle sandalwood rosary.

The energy-absorbing ancient tree is the big stomach king who swallows the energy of heaven and earth, and what type of energy comes to refuse.

In the dead species of this energy-absorbing ancient tree cultivated by Lu Feng's cultivation of Aoki Immortal Sutra, the vitality gradually increased, and it gradually showed a trace of the power of the energy-absorbing ancient tree.

Although it is insignificant, it is on par with the poor monk Huijing, who is also weak.

Lu Feng didn't dare to use other level 0 spells, he was afraid that the power of his spells would not be well controlled, and he accidentally crushed all the weak Buddha power in the sandalwood rosary, making Monk Huijing lose his sustenance and scatter his soul directly.

On one side is the swallowing of the dead seed, and on the other side is the erosion of the undead mark, flanking back and forth.

The monk Huijing in the sandalwood rosary could still hold one at first, but as time went by, the Buddha light on the sandalwood rosary became more and more dim.

A few minutes later, the barely visible Buddha light shattered, and a black mark of the undead shot into the sandalwood rosary.

The Buddha's light is exhausted, and the remnant soul of Monk Huijing is on the verge of shattering, and the monk at this time has lost consciousness and self.

The mark of the dead entered the sandalwood rosary, and almost without encountering resistance, it smoothly merged into a faint consciousness.

"It's a pity for the monk, resist to the end, it's just you who gets hurt!"

Lu Feng sighed, carefully sensing the remnant soul of Hui Jing Monk controlled by the undead imprint.

No, to be precise, when Monk Huijing's consciousness and ego had resisted Lu Feng's control, he died with the Buddha's light exhausted.

Now in the rosary, there is a remnant of a vegetative soul.

The strength is weaker than the other Yin Spirit.

Through the mark of the dead, Lu Feng looked through the memories left in his faint consciousness, and there was only a large pile of chaotic pictures and sounds left in it.

"This monk has a lot of knowledge, I hope I can find some useful information from his memory, hey, what is this?"

Suddenly, looking at Lu Feng, who had a faint conscious memory, suddenly saw an interesting memory fragment.

On a cliff near a large river.

A thin old monk sat opposite Monk Huijing, and Monk Huijing asked the old monk with a sad face:

"Master, it's been three years since I practiced a hundred tricks, and the Buddha power and physical body have been unable to enter, but is there any way to help me overcome that difficulty?"

Hearing the distress of his apprentice, the old monk opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, and there was no trace of turbidity.

Under the cliff, the river water shoots, raising the waves of water vapor, floating behind the old monk in the wind, faintly reflecting the pure land of the Buddha gate with a golden brilliance and the sound of Buddha.

Monk Huijing looked at the spiritual scenery shown by the master, and his face showed envy, obsession, and indulgence.

Seeing the old monk's face full of sorrow, he only heard the old monk's voice hoarse:

"Disciple, do you know why I gave your Dharma name a static character? Hui Jing, Hui Jing, I hope you can use your wisdom to see through the obsession in your heart, and calm your heart and calm the waves, but unfortunately you can't see through this! ”

Listening to Master's chatter, Hui Jing lowered her head in shame.

"That's it, since you can't see through it, I'll show you a clear way, from here more than a thousand kilometers to the south, there is a Shinto Spirit Realm that will be born in the near future, you go for a walk, maybe you can meet the opportunity for you to cultivate into the Spirit Realm!"

After speaking, the old monk closed his eyes.

"Thank you, Master!"

With Master's guidance, Monk Huijing was overjoyed, bowed to Master, and set off for the south the next day.