"Buzzing" ......

This is the roar of the achievement, the golden light is becoming more and more sacred, and this place is becoming more and more sacred.

The black and white world was slowly being torn apart, turning into a golden light, and the cold aura was slowly receding, replaced by a soft divine aura.

The resentment of the resentful spirits is slowly receding little by little, their anger is also slowly receding, the madness in their eyes is fading, and they are gradually turning into confusion. Everything is moving in a good direction.

The development of all this was beyond Hua Sheng's expectations, and he couldn't let Song Yixing go on like this. The next moment, the killing intent in his eyes became even stronger, and he rushed towards Song Yixing.

The black demonic qi surged, and a huge black palm slapped towards Song Yixing. Song Yixing didn't have any resistance, he was already immersed in enlightenment.

The huge black palm turned into a few hundred zhang in size, and slapped towards Song Yixing with unparalleled momentum. Song Yixing was like an ant under this black giant chapter, and it seemed that as long as he was touched by that giant palm, he would be instantly shattered.

However, when the giant palm slapped at Song Yixing, it was rapidly melting, and the snow met the hot oil, and it dissipated in an instant. There was no damage to Song Yixing.

That incomparable palm contains resentment, and at this time, Song Yixing used the "Sun Sacred Formula" Cui Dong's "Duren Sutra" to completely become the nemesis of resentment. And at this moment, around Song Yixing, even the Avenue of Heaven and Earth was assimilated by Song Yixing and became sacred and peaceful. Therefore, it is almost impossible for Hua Sheng to attack Song Yixing.

The "Sutra of Saving People" was read out of Song Yixing's mouth over and over again, and the divine golden light continued to wash away the resentment and other filthy things in the body of the resentful spirit. Gradually, the spirits began to lose their agitation and became confused, and one by one they seemed to have lost their memories. In their bodies, resentment is still growing, but it is not enough to wear it out.

Under Song Yixing's "The Book of Talents", Hua Sheng also felt that he had become weak for a while. His power is draining rapidly, and the connection between the unspoiled spirits is getting weaker and weaker, and the wraiths are about to get out of his grasp.

Hua Sheng is crazy, the spell he has been cultivating for so long is going to be broken for Song Yixing like this, he is unwilling, in the end, he still can't surpass Hua Chen. At this moment, he used all the power he could use in his body, and he had one complex magic seal after another in his hand. In the end, the resentful spirits that could still be controlled by him were summoned by him one by one, submerged into his body, and his aura became stronger again.

At this time, his last killer weapon, if he couldn't defeat Song Yixing, then he could only escape. Hua Sheng already had a plan in his heart, he would never fight hard with anyone, he would fight if he could, and run away if he couldn't, this was Hua Sheng's principle.

Although these resentful spirits were imprisoned by Song Yixing, under the call of Hua Sheng, there were still hundreds of thousands of people closest to Hua Sheng who were integrated into Hua Sheng's body. No matter how it is said, the connection between these resentful spirits and Hua Sheng has not been completely severed, and in the end, a small part of them were summoned by Hua Sheng.

Hua Sheng's strength has been improved again at this moment. A long knife resurfaced in Hua Sheng's hand, this was a long knife condensed by resentment and the mana of hundreds of thousands of resentful spirits before his death, and it was urged by Hua Sheng to the extreme, almost substantial. Hua Sheng's eyes were extremely cold, and the killing intent did not need to be disguised to lock Song Yixing directly.

"Yikes!" ......

Hua Sheng roared angrily, holding a long knife, turning into a black shadow, and slashed towards Song Yixing. The sword cracked the sky, and the terrifying power that shone made the stars in the sky dim. The space seemed to be torn apart by it, and black cracks spread through the space, black and deep.

Before the blade arrived, the power had already made Song Yixing's long hair fly, and his clothes were hunting. From this, we can see the horror of the knife of the painting Sheng.

However, Song Yixing didn't make any moves, Ren Zai calmly recited the "Duren Sutra", and was still immersed in the enlightenment.

At this critical time, the scriptures of the "Duren Sutra" appeared in the air one by one, the golden light was bright, the font was extremely complicated, there were avenue lines and circulation, and there were also avenue fan singing. In this way, the scripture formed a curtain of light in front of Song Yixing.

"Bang!" ......

The long knife of the painting slammed into the light curtain composed of the scriptures of the "Duren Sutra". However, the long knife did not cause any damage to the light curtain, and the long knife dissolved in an instant, as if a popsicle had touched hot lava.

And the sound was the sound of the light curtain suddenly advancing forward and installing it on Hua Sheng's body. At the moment when the light curtain hit Hua Sheng, Hua Sheng only felt that a huge force hit his soul, and his soul was about to be knocked out of his body.

"Poof"......

Hua Sheng spurted blood again, and this time, he was extremely injured, and it seemed that his soul had been severely damaged. And the hundreds of thousands of resentful spirits in his body flew out of his body under this collision and were imprisoned again.

This time, Hua Sheng's body did not have any resentment, and his strength also fell rapidly, and the Dafa of Resentful Soul Devouring had already been broken. As soon as Hua Sheng gritted his teeth, he was not in love, and fled quickly in one direction.

Song Yixing could perceive everything in the outside world, and he knew that Hua Sheng had escaped, but he didn't chase after him. The tens of millions of resentful spirits here can't just let it go. Although he didn't have the heart to save the suffering, he couldn't bear to leave like this when he saw so many people suffering.

Moreover, if these tens of thousands of resentful spirits are not tempered and allowed to wander in the world, I don't know what serious consequences will be caused, and I don't know how many mortals will suffer.

The Sutra was recited by Song Yixing over and over again, and gradually, all the grievances of these resentful spirits receded, and the entire spirit body was baptized. But when Song Yixing wanted to stop, resentment grew again.

Song Yixing's brows furrowed, this is a bit tricky, how can the resentful spirit that has been tempered have resentment again? Even if it is baptized, it is useless.

Song Yixing whispered softly: "Resentment has been generated, why?"

At this moment, Song Yixing could only recite the "Sutra of Saving People" over and over again, constantly baptizing these souls who had receded their grievances. Now the opportunity is that all the resentful spirits and grievances have been removed by Song Yixing, and the resentful spirits can no longer be called resentful spirits, it can be said that they can be called souls.

It's not a way to keep reciting this Sutra of Salvation. At this moment, a mournful and miserable voice came from one of the souls to Song Yixing's ears:

"No, don't, don't do this to me...... Ah......h

There was trepidation, insecurity, despair, and fear in the voice...... All negative emotions are included.

"It's that past!" Song Yixing suddenly realized! Although the Duren Sutra can dissolve grievances, as long as the memory that made these girls resentful is still there, then they will all still have resentment, "As long as they don't think of that tragic past!"

At this moment, Song Yixing suddenly realized. Song Yixing can invade the memories of a monk who is weaker than himself, and erase a certain memory of that monk, but this can only come one by one, and this is tens of millions of people, if he still does that, he will have to be busy for what year and month! Thinking of this, Song Yixing is a big head for a while.

"That's right! Illusion! I have to change the memories one by one, but the illusion can psychedelize multiple people at the same time! I can implant an illusion in each of them in the "Duren Sutra", as long as the illusion is real enough, it can achieve the effect of being fake and real, so that they can't tell that what happened to them is real!"

But what kind of illusion should he do? Song Yixing also had a headache, and he couldn't do illusion! The "Sun Sacred Technique" was the kind of exercise that was full of righteousness, and there was no such thing as illusion at all. Song Yixing didn't do it for a while.

At this time, Song Yixing suddenly thought of the kind of method that Li Anshao gave him, which was to use illusion to illusion others and let himself escape.

"As long as I can change this outfit, as long as the means are right, then I can achieve the effect of making illusions!"

The so-called one law leads to ten thousand laws, since you want to make illusions, you must learn the illusions passed on by Li Anshao.

His heart moved at will, and Song Yixing quickly studied the method passed on by Li Anshao. It's easy to think about, but it's not easy to do, you must know that now Song Yixing is still running his own exercises, and Cui is constantly moving the "Duren Sutra". It's already the equivalent of doing two things at the same time.

And now he has to study the technique passed on by Li Anshao, that is, he has three uses in one heart. To do this, it is a person's talent that is tested.

Another exercise sounded again in the center of Song Yixing, which was the essence of the mantra taught by Li Anshao:

"The three products of medicine, the spirit and the qi essence, in a trance, in a trance. There is no existence, it is formed in an instant, the return wind is mixed, and the spirit of the hundred days is ......"

According to the mantra, Song Yixing suddenly realized, and he said to himself:

"I see!"

The so-called one law leads to ten thousand laws, and Song Yixing's "Sun Sacred Formula" has reached the realm of harmony. And Li Anshao's technique is not too clever, and it is naturally not too difficult to practice.

After a while, Song Yixing was already able to conjure up an illusory self, and this illusory self was called an illusory body in the cultivation realm. And Song Yixing's virtual body is no worse than Li An's illusory body in terms of reality.

Being able to separate one's own virtual body, this exercise can be regarded as having been practiced, and then Song Yixing has to think about how to use the spells he has mastered to create a huge illusion, so that tens of millions of soul bodies here can enter the illusion at the same time.

To create such an illusion is not as simple as transforming a virtual body. If you have to create an illusion that can change the memories of everyone here, it has to be an illusion.

This illusion has to have very real people and things, and it has to be different for everyone, and it has to be reasonable, so that it can be real enough.

At this moment, Song Yixing had an idea, since he had to do something that could make everything reasonable, and it had to be reasonable, and it had to make them accept their death, in this way, the most consistent thing was the battlefield, not the battlefield, so many people could not die at the same time.

Then how can so many female cultivators appear on the same battlefield at the same time? Song Yixing couldn't think of any way. Soon this method was vetoed by Song Yixing, and the battlefield was too cruel, maybe it couldn't reduce their resentment.

"Oh! That's right!" Song Yixing suddenly had an idea!

"Since these people are all monks, the monk's dream is to become an immortal! I can start from here!" Song Yixing was crazy and rejoiced: "I really deserve to be a genius!"

Song Yixing's thoughts are as follows:

As a monk, what you want most is to become an immortal, and as long as a real immortal appears in the world, as long as this immortal promises to all the monks in the cultivation realm that he can help people become immortals, and the prerequisite is that she can only be a female cultivator with pure yin physique. In this way, the distance between these people can be explained.

And in order to resolve the grievance, then there is no need to make the matter of death. As long as they know that they are separated from the physical body, detached, and are already very close to becoming immortals, then they can?!

"Haha!" ......

Song Yixing laughed, this is indeed a good way. Although the creation of the illusion is deceitful, as long as it can save these female cultivators, Song Yixing doesn't care.

Song Yixing tried again and again, and finally when he opened up his golden field, he found a way, in his golden field, as long as he operated Li Anshao's method and changed it slightly, he deliberately only wanted to create the scene he wanted.

And now they are faced with a problem, that is, how can such a scene be imprinted in the mind of such a nuns?

It is obviously impossible to show them, and although these female cultivators are now much calmer and no longer dominated by resentment, they are all immersed in that painful memory, and it is impossible for them to obediently look at the illusion that Song Yixing created for them.

And even if you show it to them, it's like watching a story, how can you think of the people in it as yourself if you are not immersed in the scene?

"Let these images go directly into the minds of these people, and let them be the ones among them. ”

Song Yixing beckoned, and in an instant, a soul body was summoned by him, this was an extremely beautiful female cultivator, and the resentment in her body had been completely cleared at this moment. But there was still a look of great pain on her delicate face, the result of a painful past.

Song Yixing pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and in an instant, he smashed the illusion he had just made into the woman's mind, which was equivalent to forcibly injecting a memory into the female cultivator's mind, and this memory was clearer than the painful memory before.

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