Experienced the confrontation with Wan Mi Zhai.

Lin Chong can be regarded as frightened.

Busy resealing Wan Mi Zhai back into the white iron box, thinking about it, I didn't dare to take it into 704, but hid it in the cellar outside the Otherworldly Wall.

Eat some mushrooms to suppress the shock.

Take a sip of Qingluan to calm down.

It took half an hour before I was a little relieved.

He realized that Wan Mi Zhai was not so terrible.

If only a few remnants of memories could be borrowed to be reborn, then Wan Mi Zhai would have lived a long time ago.

Legend has it that if you look directly into the eyes of Wan Mi Zhai, you will be taken away by him.

Since there is this legend, then someone must have experimented with it, just like someone always puts a light bulb in their mouth, whether it is the earth world or the westward world, human nature is always the same.

Therefore, it was Lin Chong who provided it with the path to resurrection, that is, the incarnation of Dafa with three thousand thoughts.

Wan Mi Zhai is also proficient in this technique, obviously building a bridge between Lin Chong and him, giving Wan Mi Zhai, who has nothing and only thoughts left, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for rebirth.

So you just need to calm down and be cautious, the incarnation of Wan Mizhai can still be used.

But......

"Why is it that as soon as he heard that this was the Tang Dynasty, Wan Mizhai was sure that this was one of the thousands of Tang Dynasty, not the only Tang Dynasty?"

Wan Mizhai must know the truth of this life, but Lin Chong didn't have the opportunity to get this knowledge from his mouth, the risk and cost were too great.

"The only root fruit in this world ......"

"Is it me?"

"Wufu also said that the Heaven and Earth are here to welcome my arrival. ”

"What's the point?"

......

If Wan Mi Zhai corresponds to the words of Wufu, Lin Chong always feels that a truth is about to come out, but he has no idea.

Forget it, if you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

After Lin Chong calmed his frightened little heart, he re-opened Wan Mi Zhai, and still arranged the distributed thought self-examination system, before opening the white iron box and began to manipulate this body that was proficient in all the laws in the world, practicing the Six Six Killings of Life and Death Tribulation Sutra.

Wan Mi Zhai is proficient in the Dafa of incarnation, and also knows the law of heavenly demons.

Lin Chong couldn't imagine how he cultivated.

When Jin Xian cut off the three bodies, could it be that he demonstrated all the possibilities and then returned to his body?

Wouldn't that be to live for countless lifetimes?

While cultivating, Lin Chong pondered.

Wan Mizhai is the incarnation, Lin Chong did not give any thoughts and characters, he didn't want this incarnation to have any possibility.

It's just that when it's useful, it's just used for cultivation.

The Sixty-Six Killing Life and Death Tribulation Sutra operates in Wan Mi Zhai's body, as if it has been cultivated countless times, and it is easily formed, just waiting for the opportunity of the Death Tribulation to enter the body and turn it into the power of the Death Tribulation.

Lin Chong then ordered the thousands of avatars in the small world of chaos to attack each other.

In the originally peaceful chaotic small world, there was suddenly a bloody storm.

This is Lin Chong's cultivation plan that has been set up a long time ago, since the source of the power of death is the great fear between life and death, this fear must be closely related to the cultivator.

Of course, it is not necessarily the fear of others, but also your own fear.

But no psychopath is willing to torture himself and let himself experience the edge of life and death hundreds of times, right?

Even if there are perverts who are willing to do this.

Fake, [520] acting is not good, it must be really a thousand shots, and it can only be achieved by near-sightedness.

I can't tell if it's really over.

In this way, the probability of successful cultivation is too low.

Therefore, most of the Heavenly Demons are cultivators who parasitize others.

And ordinary immortal monks, practicing this method, can succeed, and there is not a single one for hundreds of millions of years.

Only by maintaining a human form like Xu Junhu but having such a strange evil method as blood nerves can there be a possibility of success.

But the blood nerve is weird, but it is not an evil law, but a serious immortal derivation, which can be proved by Li Junyan, a former immortal and a frequent resident of Buzhou Mountain today.

......

Inside the small world of chaos.

Wuxian was on top of Wuyou Peak, looking at the smoke in the world with worry.

The monks who used to walk in the world, take care of each other, and get along with each other in harmony suddenly became ferocious, not only attacking each other, but also separating life and death every time.

All of a sudden, the clay figures that she made by her own hands have been damaged by 12 out of 10 in a few years.

She was really distressed.

Today, on the Wuyou Peak, there are two more Yuan Infant Powers who are here to fight.

One has a peerless sword technique that has reached the top of this realm, and the other is a creation monster who has cultivated for thousands of years and tried to break through the void several times and reach the upper realm.

Wuxian hid in the blue and underworld, watching the two fighting each other, he was really distressed in his heart, and he was about to use the magic of heaven to interfere with the two people's minds and make them stop fighting.

But suddenly I heard a voice ringing in my ears.

"Wuxian, you must not interfere, this is the calamity of this life, and in another eight hundred years, it should be eliminated. ”

Wuxian put down the heavenly machine in his hand, sighed, and bowed to the void, "Respect your will." ”

......

Eight hundred years in a small world of chaos.

Resting in this realm, it's just a little more than a month.

Lin Chong calculated the time, and it happened to be around the time of the Spring Festival meeting.

And a trace of calamity power is constantly entering Wan Mizhai's body from the small world, and it was slashed by Lin Chong to Xu Junhu in the void.

Every time the power of calamity came, Xu Junhu had fluctuations.

It was completely different from when he went to other places to pass on his cultivation, but this time he really saw the growth and change.

Although it is not clear how much power has been accumulated, it should not be far from the number of six, six and six.

Lin Chong looked at this scene happily and sighed Wan Mi Zhai is really an artifact.

I just don't dare to keep cultivating in his body, I'm afraid that it will awaken his golden immortal self, otherwise let it automatically cultivate every day, I'm afraid that it won't be long before he will achieve the Yuan Shen and further break through to the true immortal, it's not a problem, after all, it is the golden immortal of the past, and today he will retake the road of the year.

In this way, every trace of calamity can fall into Xu Junhu completely, Xu Junhu should have woken up a long time ago, but the two worlds have been passed down from generation to generation, and the consumption is very large.

This time it's really one in ten.

On that day, the cultivation was passed out from the small world, to Wei Yingwu, Lin Haoheng and others, and one point was transmitted, and the remaining was about two centimeters, probably because the number of heavenly machines in the small world was a quarter of this world.

But when the power of the robbery is transmitted, there is less than a cent left.

That's a lot of money.

Therefore, Lin Chong said to Wuxiao that the small world still needs to be turbulent for eight hundred years, that is, a month in the upper realm.

By then, the power of the robbery should have been almost enough.

And the turbulent small world, the incarnations who died one after another, also made Lin Chong feel distressed.

This is like planting a vegetable garden that has been planted for hundreds or thousands of years and being plucked by your own hands, and those leeks are all endless motivation for cultivation.

I only hope that Xu Junhu, a bear child, will wake up soon, and don't let Lin Chong cut all the leeks planted in his small world.

And since Xu Junhu is sober and hopeful, Lin Chong has one last preparation to make.

He was going to the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Sect to take a look at Wang Mang.