"There are so many resentful souls hidden in this place, if they can be exceeded, their merits are probably astronomical!"

Wang Xiu's eyes flashed, and he had a faint plan in his heart.

I don't know how many years this world has existed.

Judging from what Wang Xiu has encountered along the way, it has a history of at least tens of thousands or even 100,000 years.

In this long time, the dead creatures in this place cannot be reborn.

All souls are piled up here.

How horrible are the numbers?

If it is all exceeded, it is enough to create a true Buddha in the world.

Of course.

It's also because it's so large.

Ordinary Buddhist monks, even if they do not stop day and night, constantly exceeding, if they want to purify the remnants of the soul here, the time required is unimaginably long.

Without thousands of years, it is basically impossible.

Again.

This place is weird.

I'm afraid that even the most prosperous Buddhist holy places in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

There are few people who can go deep into this place like Wang Xiu.

Just those powerhouses of the previous generation who were manipulated by the death qi were enough to cause a headache.

Even if it comes, such a terrifying number of resentful souls may have already begun to fight back before they can be exceeded.

The Quasi-Emperor Supreme did not dare to break in easily.

"The Sansheng Stone stands on the bank of the Yellow Spring, deciding the cause and effect of all beings! It already has the power of purifying the past and present lives, but the love and hatred, and it is used to purify the remnant soul and resentment, etc., if it can be refined, the excess efficiency may be increased by a hundred times! ”

With the mystery of the three-life stone.

If the body is here.

With Wang Xiu's cultivation at the moment, even if all the means are used, it will be difficult to refine it, let alone use its great power.

But if only it were fragments.

Wang Xiu urged the Emperor of the Underworld to suppress the Prison Sutra, summoned the Dharma Body of the Emperor of the Underworld, and made a mark on it, which may not be impossible!

"A treasure comparable to a quasi-emperor artifact, plus endless merits! If you don't fight for such an opportunity, you will become a monk in vain! Wang Xiu's eyes shone with wonder, and he sat down without hesitation, urging the Immortal Emperor to suppress the Prison Sutra.

The mana in his body was surging, and endless runes were surging, gathering the Hades Emperor's Dharma Body.

The treasure is solemn.

It's like a god coming in person.

He slowly raised his hand, and the huge Hades Emperor Dharma Body made the same movement, and his palm covered the three-life stone tablet.

Buzzing!

This moment.

The Sansheng Stone immediately reacted, the whole body glowed, and the ancient runes lit up, and then a dense pile of tadpole-like ancient words floated out, forming a scripture in mid-air.

"It's ...... An exercise? ”

Wang Xiu's divine sense swept over, and the mystery of those scriptures suddenly appeared in his heart.

But this text is incomplete.

It's chaotic, it's just a part, and it's hard to see what it is.

Wang Xiu kept these silently in his heart.

Then he continued to urge the mana, and the runes continued to fall on the Sansheng Stone Tablet.

The Underworld Emperor's Prison Sutra is unique.

In this place, it is like a fish in water, and all kinds of mysteries can be brought into full play.

Strange lights continue to emerge from the Sansheng Stone.

The glow on this lake is dense, and the clouds are steaming, like a fairyland, which seems to be like two places from the previous ghosts.

……

Three years later.

"Close!"

Wang Xiu opened his eyes suddenly, and the vigorous aura around his body suddenly spread around, and the lake water boiled and kept tumbling.

In the center of the lake.

The three-life stone tablet that is more than 100 zhang high is full of golden light, rising from the ground, setting off boundless waves.

Then it continued to shrink, turning into a few inches in size, like a stone plaque, which was held in the palm of Wang Xiu's hand.

Wang Xiu's eyes were calm, playing with the three-life stone tablet that was warm and moist and warm, and couldn't help but sigh: "Even if it's just a fragment of the real three-life stone, it's not a mortal thing!" The Hell Emperor Hell Sutra is on top of refining this thing, and the effect of assistance is amazing, but even so, it took me a full three years to reluctantly refine this thing! ”

I want to refine this thing thoroughly.

I'm afraid it will take a long time to refine and nourish.

But think about it.

This is also normal.

Even if it is an ordinary quasi-emperor artifact, if it is successfully refined, it will take thousands of years at every turn.

The subsequent sacrifice and refining must be polished with the longevity of the quasi-emperor and the strong.

The longer the sacrifice, the stronger it becomes.

I've never heard of anyone whose treasure can be completely refined in a few years.

If it is a real imperial soldier, it is even more difficult.

Unless it's made by yourself, it's a different matter.

If future generations want to refine the imperial soldiers of their predecessors, the time required is unimaginable.

Just if you want to use it initially, it will take at least hundreds of years to prepare.

Again, that's the same sentence.

Heaven is clear, and the existence of all things has its own truth.

Although the monks who have cultivated to a high level have a long life.

But it seems that because of this, the more people who have cultivated to a higher level, it seems that it will take longer to do anything.

Whether it's practice, retreat, alchemy, alchemy, or enlightenment......

At the low level, the unit of time used is often a few years, at most only a dozen years or decades.

But with the realm getting higher and higher.

Often, hundreds of years have passed since the world was an ordinary practice.

Want to live longer.

It takes a longer time.

This is the common knowledge of the immortal cultivation world.

It's just that Wang Xiu has gone all the way, relying on his golden finger and unique chance, the longest cultivation in his impression is to comprehend the origin of the candle dragon in the candle dragon space.

But even that time.

It is also because the time flow rate in the candle dragon space is different from that of the outside world.

The time that Wang Xiu really felt was not so long.

Until now.

Wang Xiu is not yet 100 years old!

At this age, in the cultivation world, some people with ordinary qualifications may not have built a foundation!

Some Yuan Ying Venerables may have been in retreat for more than a hundred years at a time.

And Wang Xiu.

It is in such a short period of time that we have reached today's height.

He has always been accustomed to his own rhythm of practice.

I feel that cultivating immortals is like this.

It wasn't until today that he faintly felt a little bit of a "true" immortal cultivator.

This experience is very new to him in the blink of an eye!

……

Wang Xiu held the pocket version of the "Sansheng Stone" tablet, feeling the flow of mystical power during it, as if as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the past and present lives of countless living beings.

"Ancient monks, there was a method of cultivation called 'Red Dust Dao', which paid attention to hiding in the red dust, watching the vicissitudes of life, the ups and downs of the world, and comprehending the Great Dao! This three-life stone tablet must be of great benefit to this kind of practice......"

Wang Xiu's eyes flashed, and he felt a little pity.

I don't have a heritage in this area.

Otherwise, how can I arrange a divine soul incarnation, take the path of Hongchen and enter the Tao, with the help of the Sansheng Stone Tablet, I think the achievement will not be small.

Shaking his head, he put these trivial thoughts aside.

Wang Xiu took a deep breath and looked at the big lake in front of him.

After losing the Sansheng Stone Stele.

The water became more and more turbid, revealing a dead black.

The air of death in the sky will be more silent than ever.

It gives people the feeling that even the "dead air" is dead.

It's weird.

"Without this Sansheng Stone Tablet, in another thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, I'm afraid some incredible evil will hatch out!"

Wang Xiu sighed twice.

No longer ink, running exercises, the mighty mana was injected into the Sansheng stone stele, and suddenly the light rose sharply, and the glow full of mystical aura surged out from the stone stele, spreading out in all directions.

In a flash.

The dead air that enveloped the giant peak began to fluctuate.

In the phantom of Huangquan, the dense resentful soul was suddenly stunned, and then turned its head neatly to look at this side.

"Come on! My merits! ”

(End of chapter)