Shiraishi knew very well that this was definitely not a kind of heaven and earth aura.

Because when this invisible liliang poured into the center of his eyebrows, there were suddenly illusions in his consciousness, which he did not deliberately think, but seemed to gather with the infusion of these liliang.

The first thing Shiraishi saw was a white-haired old man, this old man was suspended in mid-air, as if looking ahead, not knowing what he was looking at, and there was a liliang oozing out of his mind, as if it was the power of his mind. The robe on this person's body fluttered in the wind, but his body was motionless, looking at that body's cultivation, it should be good.

Secondly, Baishi saw that in a city, there was a stone statue three feet high, and this stone statue was very similar to Baishi!

The stone statue was located in the middle of the city, and many people looked up at the stone statue as they passed around it, their eyes showing piety, and their minds were full of will.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Shi saw several familiar figures under the stone statue, and after Bai Shi recalled these figures for a while, he couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes. It should be that these figures are Xiao Yishen, who has lost his cultivation, and the monks of the Demon Sword Sect, who survived in the Chen Mountain Range that day. And these cities are the Pleiades of the Morning True Realm!

Similarly, above the heads of Xiao Yishen and these strong men, there was a kind of power of thought.

"Master Xichen once said that when you step into the Void Period, you can sense the power of other people's minds and become your own cultivation!"

While thinking, Shiraishi thought of Xi Chenzi's words. He clearly remembered that Xi Chenzi once said that the power of ideas from others is actually the power of faith. This power of faith, although it does not fully encompass the entire cultivation of monks. But there will be some.

Therefore, even though these liliang poured into Baishi's body at this moment seemed a little insignificant. But Shiraishi can imagine. If it is a strong army with millions, even hundreds of millions of soldiers, there is a sense of awe and faith in the leader of the army. The power of faith that this person has obtained must be a force that cannot be underestimated, the power of cultivation.

As he pondered, Bai Shi's eyes showed a burning heat, and at this moment, his hands were bare. The place where the mysterious golden illusion disappeared, at this moment, a golden aura oozed out, and this aura spread along Bai Shi's naked hand, completely enveloping his body in an instant, and at this moment, it looked as if Bai Shi's body was bound by this aura.

"I remember that in this illusion, after stepping into the sub-void period, there was no description. ”

His brow furrowed slightly. Bai Shi looked at this golden aura, and groaned in his heart, and suddenly heard these golden auras suddenly let out a piercing buzz, and after this buzzing sound. These golden halos actually soaked into his body, and in an instant, it seemed to be embedded in his body. Disappear. And Bai Shi's body suddenly felt a thick force.

This. It's a defense boost!

Not only that, but when Shiraishi's body felt a thick feeling. His body was oozing a dazzling golden light, and the moment this golden light enveloped his body, from the soles of Baishi's feet, pieces of golden scale armor began to emerge, and in the blink of an eye, they spread to the top of his head, and even his face was completely covered, leaving only a little green silk on his head.

Shiraishi sensed that this was a pair of armor with strong defensive power!

With a little joy in his heart, a self-sufficient smile finally appeared on the corner of Shiraishi's mouth, he knew something about this mysterious golden illusion, and after the current thought was output, this golden armor disappeared into his body.

"I also want to know who is the person who left this treasure!"

With a deep groan in his heart, Bai Shi did not continue to stay in place, but just after leaving, he suddenly stopped.

At this moment, from his mind, a scene in the mysterious illusion appeared, and at the same time as this scene appeared, a row of subtitles suddenly appeared, and these subtitles, all narrating, were about the sub-virtual period.

Bai Shi soon discovered that what was recorded in the subtitles on this was actually a kind of elixir technique and supernatural power!

"When Zixu was empty, I realized the supernatural powers, and I took saving the common people as the leader that day, and I occasionally got this pass......!

Looking at these subtitles, Shiraishi frowned tightly and read them silently. After pondering, he continued to recite silently: "This technique is inevitably connected with this medicine, if the monk's soul is not damaged, even if the monk's body is destroyed, he will definitely be able to save it. ”

Soon, in his meditation, Shiraishi discovered that this magic technique also had great requirements for the purity of the soul. It is recorded that when you realize this magical power, if you want to save the other party, your own cultivation must be higher than the other party. And the purity of the soul is greater than that of the other party. This can be a kind of control. And to Baishi's surprise, when saving people, his elixir must take some flesh and blood from the other party's body and refine it!

"After getting this pass, it is almost the power of turning the years. With a finger, the light ones will save the lives and help the wounded, and the heavy ones will take their lives!"

After chanting the Tao zuihou and his party, the illusion that appeared disappeared in vain, Shiraishi came back to his senses, and in his inner thoughts, he was not busy leaving, but stood in place, looking at the floating sparks at the moment, thinking in his heart.

"Also, the liliang gathered in the naked place of my hand at the moment seems to be an external liliang. ”

While thinking, Bai Shi felt that where his hand was naked, that is, where the golden aura appeared, there was a strong liliang at this moment, and the power of this liliang was far beyond his cultivation power at the moment.

"Perhaps, this is the liliang left by the mysterious illusion after I stepped into the Zixu period. ”

In the blink of an eye, Bai Shi thought that every time he stepped into a cultivation level, the disappearing golden illusion would have an almost violently destructive liliang, and this liliang was enough to resist people who were several levels higher than his own cultivation.

It's just that once this liliang is issued, it will disappear.

And to activate this liliang, it is necessary to use your own blood, soaked in it, and under the control of its mind, before it can be released.

This is the strongest blow that Shiraishi has ever cultivated outside of his current cultivation!

Eyes are locked on these Mars again, and although this supernatural power is told, what Shiraishi needs is enlightenment. He clearly knew that enlightenment might just be a matter of a moment. And since it is the supernatural power of the sub-void period, it is enlightened. It shouldn't be too difficult.

"Years reversed, ...... reversed"

Shiraishi looked at these Mars. In my heart, the word reversal began to echo in my mind.

"The so-called reversal, just like the Mars floating at the moment, if I can see the appearance of this Mars before it floated, or even restore the previous appearance, that is the art of reversal. ”

With a deep groan, Bai Shi slowly stretched out his palm, and the moment this palm stretched out, a thought suddenly shot out of his mind. Suddenly, the sparks began to roll violently above the molten lava, and Zuihou condensed together and gathered in the palm of his hand.

At this moment, under the condensation, a pile of wriggling molten slurry appeared!

"If I imagine this molten as a monk, and those sparks are the power of the monk's mind, then ......"

Thinking about it, Shiraishi seemed to have touched some clues about the reversal power of enlightenment, but what was it. Shiraishi didn't understand for a moment. So he swung the molten lava out of his palm, and immediately the molten lava turned into countless sparks, floating in the void.

"The key to the monk's cultivation power is the output of his thoughts......

Moaning. Shiraishi focused his gaze on these boiling molasses, and phantoms of battles appeared in his mind at this moment, these phantoms. His mind fluctuated a little, but instantly. From these apparitions, something was discovered.

"Speed!

Sigh. Shiraishi seemed to understand the so-called reversal power, and when the next five fingers grabbed it, the molten slurry under Liliang's feet burst open and splashed in all directions.

"The so-called reversal power is actually a kind of speed, just like that, the molten lava that splashes at this moment, when they are not splashed, is the molten lava on the ground, and when they are splashed, it is a spark! When this reversal technique can only be directed at monks, the molten pulp is molten after all, and they cannot become monks, because they themselves do not have the power of mind!"

"Before the monk's mind has yet to send out the power of cultivation, control the monk's soul, and then point his eyebrows to control the physical body!

Shiraishi's expression became excited, and the burning heat in his eyes became rich again, looking at the sparks that had not yet fallen back into the molten slurry, it was like seeing the figures of monks.

"What kind of art is this to save the dead and help the wounded! This is a kind of torture technique, which makes the monk want to die, but he can't die!"

Shiraishi groaned, knowing that a person who was about to die, if his mind did not summon death, then he would not use this so-called reversal technique at all, this magical power, which should be aimed at the monk who was opposed to him.

"Haha, exactly!"

The footsteps suddenly took a step, and Baishi's body turned into a long rainbow in the sound of daxiao, and galloped towards the exit that the divine sense had seen.

At the same time, the calm Chiyan Peak was restored, and at this moment the rain had dispersed, and the dark clouds had dispersed to reveal the sun, scattered in this Chiyan Peak, which seemed to bring a burst of peace to this Chiyan Peak. But in the Yunhe tribe, the crisis is coming again. The masked man was attacking the Cloud Crane Tribe again.

And at this moment, all the clansmen of the Yunhe tribe are sitting under the light curtain at the moment, with their eyes closed, as if they are waiting for death to come, but in fact, they are using their own mental power to add as much protection as possible to this light curtain.

Even if it's so insignificant.

"Bang!"

The masked man was suspended in mid-air, his palm slammed out, and the giant palm phantom slapped on the golden light curtain, and suddenly made an explosion, and in this explosion, the golden light curtain shook violently, and a large number of cracks appeared.

"Bang!"

There was another violent explosion, and the golden curtain creaked, like glass about to break, and the crack spread again.

"Today, I'm going to let all of you people from the Yunhe tribe come and try my zuihou blow!"

The masked man let out a deep sigh, and after the palm was waved out again, the huge palm phantom suddenly hit the golden light curtain, causing the golden light curtain to suddenly emit a buzzing sound and shatter all of it.

And at this moment, those people of the Yunhe tribe under the light curtain trembled, and they all let out a muffled snort, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly they opened their eyes, losing the protection of the light curtain, and when they looked at the masked man at this moment, they felt a stronger sense of crisis. The children, in particular, were crying and hiding in their mother's arms at this moment, as if they were feeling a fear of facing demons.

At the same time, the palm of the masked man suddenly grabbed, and a white sword suddenly appeared in the palm, after the sword appeared, his lips suddenly began to squirm, and under this wriggling, the white sword in his hand suddenly appeared layers of sword shadows, and suddenly it was suspended in the sky of the entire Yunhe tribe, oozing a strong coercion, so that these people of the Yunhe tribe, one by one, under the constraints of this coercion, before they had time to resist, they had already lost the capital to resist!

The crying was still the same, and these children did not dare to look directly at the masked man in the sky at this moment, and under the restraint of this strong coercion, there was a tingling pain on their bodies, which made their cries even more piercing, and when people heard it, they felt a kind of pity.

At the same time, the white-haired old man standing in the middle of the air in the distance who had not yet left seemed to notice the scene here, but he did not make any move, just stopped in mid-air, frowning slightly.

In this Red Flame Peak, as long as there are no alliances of tribes, they will not interfere in the war between various tribes.

"That tribe, that tribe, is it that tribe that has received this kind of catastrophe at this moment?"

The white-haired old man groaned, and his gaze moved to the place where the golden point of light disappeared, as if waiting for something.

"This is my blow to your Yunhe tribe, zuihou!"

The masked man let out a deep sigh, and the robe on his body fluttered, and the sharp sword in his hand suddenly pointed out, and immediately pointed at the person of the Cloud Crane Tribe. At the same time, several sharp sword phantoms in the sky began to fall in vain, like flying swords, towards the people of the Cloud Crane Tribe.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, Jing Yu looked at the masked man, there was still blood left at the corner of his mouth, even in the face of death, he did not have the slightest fear, but the hatred of this person reached an extreme.

"This may be fate, the Yunhe tribe can't escape this catastrophe after all......"

The patriarch's expression showed despair, and in his heart, he slowly closed his eyes, and in this situation of being unable to resist, his appearance did not show a struggle, and he looked very peaceful. It's like looking at the wind at this moment, calming down and going away.

"Grandma, Abba. My daughter has come to see you. ”

Yunyan sat on the ground, looked up at the sky, and after seeing a floating cloud flowing away in the sky, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and then closed her eyes.

Even Wan Lao, who has always been full of anticipation, at this moment, also showed a look of despair, from the loss of cultivation, when this war came again, his body seemed to have never sat down, standing with his hands in his hands all day long, looking up at the sky, looking forward to someone's arrival.

At this moment, he also closed his eyes.

The women who were holding the children slowly closed their eyes at this moment, and tears slipped from the corners of their eyes, and the tears dripped down their children's faces, making their children's cries suddenly arise, and fear made their minds mature at this moment......

"Boom!"

These sharp swords tore through the void in an instant, and suddenly descended, and the people who were close to these tribes from the sky, with the power of destruction, the moment they approached these tribes, the dust and smoke on the ground began to fly, and even some places with mud were splashed at this moment.

Despair and death permeated the sky above the Cloud Crane Tribe.

In an instant, these swords approached the people of the Yunhe tribe, and they were less than three zhang!

"It's... It's indeed a blow from your zuihou!"

And at this moment, an abrupt voice sounded from the sky, making these people of the Cloud Crane Tribe open their eyes one by one and look into the sky!

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