There was no response in the darkness, but the chill that was watching behind it became a little stronger. This made Qin Yan confirm his guess, Song Qing's ghost really lingered!

He said: "Senior Brother Song Qing, didn't you say that it was an honor to die at the hands of the chief? Why is it your turn that you can't think about it like this! I advise you one last time, don't do unnecessary entanglement, and be reincarnated as soon as possible!"

Song Qing should not.

Qin Yan snorted coldly, his hands were sealed, his face was smiling, and he sat upright like a Buddha. At the thought of him, his mind sank into the void of meditation, and his body turned into a Buddha statue, emitting a pure golden halo, illuminating the nearby area clearly.

In this world, all the changes and anomalies cannot be hidden from his mind. I saw that where the Buddha's light reached, some faint blood-colored silk threads around him immediately melted like spring snow, and a few steps behind the Buddha statue, a tall and thin figure suddenly appeared, with a green face and fangs, a terrifying face, and a big hole in the chest was oozing blood, dripping down, turning into bloodshot and winding towards Qin Yan, but it was wiped out by the Buddha's light halfway.

That was Song Qing, who had died. His face was a gloomy dark blue color, bleeding from the seven orifices, which was particularly terrifying. At this time, Qin Yan's meditation world reflected reality, and Song Qing's ghost couldn't see the change of his incarnation as a Buddha, only finding that the blood he shot out was crushed by an invisible force, and he couldn't help but show a puzzled look.

"Isn't it strange? With your charm, you must not be able to imagine the Buddha's methods. The Buddha in the void suddenly turned around, and the magnificent voice sounded directly in the depths of Song Qing's soul, startling him almost to the point of being scattered.

In the real world, Song Qing's eyes widened in horror. He didn't know the changes in Qin Yan's meditation world, but at this moment, he clearly saw the image of the Buddha, which was a huge Buddha that occupied the entire field of vision, exuding supreme majesty, grabbing him with one hand, holding him between his five fingers, pinching him tightly, as easy as holding a doll.

Song Qing panicked, his limbs kicked wildly, and he struggled desperately, but with the power of his ghosts, how could he shake the Buddha in the slightest?

"I gave you the opportunity to be reincarnated, but you don't know how to cherish it, so don't blame me for doing it to the end!" the Buddha's voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, wantonly venting its awe-inspiring power. A murderous thought arises, and the blood pool under his body swells with wind and waves, stirring up waves in the red pool water. The golden lotus flower in the center of the blood pool was also intimidated by the Buddha's might, trembling in the wind and waves.

At this moment, how can there be any peace and compassion on the Buddha's face? That hideous and wanton laughter is not an exaggeration to say that he is a demon!

Song Qing's face was full of tears, and he opened his mouth wide to make a squeaky sound, but he couldn't speak. In the hands of the Buddha, he didn't even have the strength to struggle, so he could only keep pleading. But how could Qin Yan spare him?

"Doesn't it seem too late to beg for mercy now? Today I will judge your sins for King Yama and sentence you to ashes!" Qin Yan smiled fiercely, and the Buddha in the void showed the same hideous expression, holding Song Qing with five fingers, and pinching it fiercely.

"Ah————" Song Qing let out a high-pitched and sharp howl, only to feel that the bones of his body were completely shattered, and he tasted the extreme pain in the world in an instant. However, his ghost did not disappear because of this, but lost the sense of the area below his neck, and gradually gave birth to a feeling of fluttering.

"Huh?" Qin Yan exhaled suspiciously. He clearly felt that the power in the palm of the Buddha's hand was enough to tear any soul to ashes, but he couldn't do his best at the last step, and instead had a feeling of not listening to his call.

He saw wisps of black qi floating out from the top of Song Qing's head, quickly dissipating under the light of the Buddha, and the dark blue halo on Song Qing's face also disappeared, gradually showing a transparent color, and his expression became calm.

Qin Yan suddenly understood. The power of the Buddha can only cross people, not kill people. This is not a concern, but a compassion that comes from the essence of power!

If he continues like this, not only will he not be able to kill Song Qing's ghost, but he will have to be reborn in bliss!

Qin Yan immediately stopped and spread out his five fingers. Song Qing lay motionless on the palm of the Buddha's hand, his face full of anger, as if he had fallen asleep. But when you think about what he has done in the past, this serene expression is like a maggot in the white rice, which makes people vomit.

If you let this pickled thing go to the West Heaven, Young Master Ben will not be able to swallow this evil breath for the rest of his life!

Since the Buddha is too compassionate, then use the power of demons!

As his mind turned, a ray of light shot out from the depths of the void from the dark cold star in the sky above his head, straight into Song Qing's eyebrows.

Song Qing originally had a peaceful look, but the next moment he turned into an incomparably distorted appearance, and suddenly jumped up from the palm of the Buddha's hand, jumped into the air, and wanted to escape from the road. However, the dark star above shot out a few rays of light, wrapping him from head to toe, engulfing his body at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a few breaths, Song Qing's soul body completely disappeared, leaving only a cloud of pitch-black smoke, which slowly rose and merged into a part of the pitch-black cold star in the sky.

This is the devouring power of the Immortal Pavilion, which makes people's souls fly away, and they will never be able to be reborn!

Even though Qin Yan expected it, he still felt a little chill in his heart when he saw this scene. Young Master Ben stayed in such a place for five days...... In retrospect, it was God's mercy that I survived. That terrible experience is terrifying every time it sounds.

Therefore, Young Master Ben has to cultivate harder, and never have the opportunity to enter that ghost place again!

He broke out of his meditative state, opened his eyes, and gently exhaled a cloudy breath in the darkness. After a long period of sluggishness, he came back to his senses, sat cross-legged again, and sank into the cultivation of spiritual power.

This time, he immersed himself for a long time in a state of selflessness, absorbing the aura around him for his own use, repeating the process of Zhou Tian's operation over and over again. The stream of spiritual power gradually grew and expanded, like a network, soaking through all parts of the body, nourishing and strengthening every small corner of the body.

I don't know how much time passed, but finally at the sunrise one morning, he woke up from his meditation, slowly examined himself, and found that the power of the Imperial Weapon Technique had finally fully recovered. The abundant spiritual power circulates in the body, and each strong force is further refined in the process of combining with the body, like the turbulent waves in the surging river are finely separated and refined into a thick wine, which is slowly changing the water quality of the entire system.

This feeling is even more wonderful than it was in its heyday.