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After killing Fa Jian and the others, Chu Yang felt the breath of a strong man in the distance and left quickly, found this place, and hid for the time being.

"This relic?"

Taking out the golden relics obtained from Fa Jian's body, Chu Yang frowned solemnly, "Is it that shields my spiritual power?

He immediately denied it.

The mind seeped out, submerged in the relics, and immediately a sea of golden light appeared in the heart, the Buddha sang, all beings worshipped, with a blissful Zen rhyme, and a terrible mental power that was rich to the extreme.

"I see!"

Chu Yang suddenly realized, "Xiao Ru, this relic came from the high monks of the Vedic Temple eight hundred years ago, and it contains a strong spiritual power, and it is preliminarily estimated that it has also reached the fifth layer of the illusory realm, and there is a faint tendency to turn into reality." It makes sense to be able to block the power of my mind. ”

"This time, I survived the catastrophe of Jinguang Temple, and next time, I'm afraid it will be the real catastrophe of life and death?"

Chu Yang frowned, feeling heaviness.

After killing many geniuses and powerhouses one after another, including Fajian, how could Jinguang Temple give up?

Exhale a breath of turbidity, close your hands, and place the relics in the palm of your hand.

Chu Yang immediately ran the Heaven Swallowing Gong, refined the relics, turned them into his body, and further accumulated them.

Thundered......!

Although the relics are not large, they contain a thin power, turning into a stream, flowing into the body, and then divided into three streams, one of which flows into the mind, enhancing the spiritual power, the second into the whole body, precipitating, and the third submerged into the heart, strengthening the power of the soul.

The power of the Buddha's relics made Chu Yang feel surprised, and while refining, his mind was racing and he thought of a lot.

At the same time, in the extreme north of the Northern Wilderness, there is a perennial storm that tears the earth here, and the wind is sandwiched with snowflakes comparable to divine soldiers, and the ground is covered with thousands of years of ice.

This is a forbidden area for humans.

When the Great Grandmaster came here, it was also extremely difficult to survive.

It is in such a place that there is a bottomless abyss, and in the dark depths of the earth, a strong man sits cross. The left side of his face is infinitely compassionate, and on the left side of his body, there is a Buddha's light rippling, full of peace, but the right side of his face is evil and hideous, and the entire right side is rippling with dark demonic energy, containing fierce and evil rage.

The left is compassionate, the right is yin and evil, as if the whole has been divided into two.

"Hmm, I smell the breath of the heart!"

This old man, with no hair on the top of his head, was obviously a monk. The eyes, which had been closed for hundreds of years, suddenly opened their eyes and shot out a terrifying light, annihilating the void in front of them.

"This breath is too familiar, who is it?"

The old monk murmured, and behind him, a vast sea appeared, deducing a pure land of Buddhism. Inside, there is golden light everywhere, there are thousands of Buddhas chanting non-stop, hundreds of millions of believers worshipping, and at the top of the center, there is a Buddha sitting upright.

Eventually, a great Buddha suddenly manifested and ascended into the void.

"It turned out to be Canaan's nephew!"

The old monk was finalized.

A faint sigh, lonely for eternity, hateful for thousands of years.

"In the first war, I saw you killed with my own eyes, and now your breath appears, it must be a relic...... Is it being refined by others?" the old monk murmured, "The breath is not far away, it must be in the Northern Wasteland, who is it?"

He raised his withered arm, stretched out his index finger, condensed a little golden light, and moved forward a little, shattering time and space, piercing through the vastness, while his eyes sparkled, peeking into the long river of fate.

Click......!

High in the sky, a thunderbolt fell suddenly, causing him to tremble all over his body and bleed from the corners of his mouth.

"Damn!"

The old monk roared, setting off a storm of destruction, and finally he calmed down.

"The breath of youth can actually refine the relics of Canaan, and it seems that he also has the taste of the soul in his body. ”

The corners of the old monk's mouth were bent, the mouth was compassionate, and the right side was evil.

"Go, get him for me!"

At some point, a wisp of breath appeared in his hand, shook his hand, and scattered in the darkness.

Whoop ......!

In the depths of the darkness, a sound like a beast's roar sounded, followed by a series of human figures, crawling towards the sky, and finally penetrating through a tiny passage.

Sou......!

There was a larger figure, turned into a streamer, and it was about to rush out, but it was silently annihilated, and not even a drop of dust remained.

"These children, I'm afraid nothing can be done!"

The old monk muttered, his face twitched, he raised his arm, and sent a supreme blow upward.

In the cave, Chu Yang's breath became thicker and thicker, and his heart became wider and wider, until it reached its limit.

Bang......!

The golden relics are getting smaller and smaller, but when they reach the core, Chu Yang is shocked.

One by one, with the refining, the information flowed into the heart.

That's the inheritance that comes in the power of the heart.

"Hold your fingers, walk away, and drink as a stick on the big day!"

Chu Yang absorbed it quickly, and in the end, four kinds of Buddhism appeared in his heart, all of which were complete exercises.

"Mind Transmission?"

While digesting, Chu Yang had a guess.

This relic comes from the Vedic Temple, and the Dead Wood Heart Sutra is the treasure of the Vedic Temple, and only the core Buddha can cultivate, and it is only natural that the Dharma is transmitted with the heart.

Even in death, inheritance is contained in the heart.

"It's also a creation!"

Chu Yang had no joy or sorrow, and continued to refine, and in the end, the relics turned into dust and sprinkled on the ground.

"The sea of illusion in my soul has reached its limit, and if I go further, I will turn the void into reality!"

Chu Yang smiled, stood up, and the rock under his feet made a cracking sound, which made him stunned, and then smiled again.

The accumulation is too deep, so that his weight has reached an unbelievable level.

"At least three thousand pounds!"

Chu Yang estimated.

This time the harvest is very huge, not only has he obtained the peerless inheritance that is regarded as a Zhenzong by the current Jinguang Temple, but the Soul Illusion Sea has also reached the extreme.

Withdrew the formation and walked out.

As soon as I came to the outside of the cave, I saw the black wind sweeping in, overwhelming the sky and submerging everything under the sky. But this time, it was not as violent as when I first came, and it was much smaller.

Jumping to the top of the mountain, in the wind, he opened his arms and embraced heaven and earth.

However, in a tea time, the black wind disappeared without a trace, but Chu Yang frowned.

In the distance, figures jumped in one after another.

Those figures, every time they jumped, reached a height of 100 meters, and after they fell, they advanced hundreds of meters away, which was simply a flea in the mountains and forests.

"What are these?"

His mind swept across, and Chu Yang found that these all had human bodies, but there were dense blood-colored lines on their bodies, even on their faces, a pair of eyes, extremely blood-red, and on the top of their heads, there were double horns with spiral lines.

Their aura is extremely evil, full of chaotic violent killing intent, more beasts than beasts.

"Demons?"

Chu Yang guessed in his heart, "Why are there so many?"

In the blink of an eye, more than thirty demons arrived in front of him and surrounded him in the middle.

Without saying anything, he pounced.

Syllable......!

Chu Yang punched the first person to fly out, but he didn't die, he immediately assessed that this evil demon was comparable to a genius-like great grandmaster, although it was not as good as Fajian, it was not much worse in strength.

"Their target just now was I? found out in advance? or?"

Under the lightning of his mind, the power surged, and the powerful force exploded, directly beating the second one into a blood mist.