Gou cultivates immortality in the wizarding world

The black box was opened, and the light of the magic stone lamp shone into the spirit-sealing crystal bottle.

After seeing the light again, Monk Huijing reacted indifferently.

It should be Lu Feng who wanted to ask him a question.

Monk Huijing was prepared, but the next moment, the crystal bottle he was in was suddenly picked up by a pair of hands.

With a "pop" sound, Lu Feng removed the cork from the crystal bottle.

The spirit reached out of the crystal bottle, and Monk Huijing once again saw the heaven and earth with extremely rich spiritual energy.

Once again, Monk Huijing was filled with doubts.

This man is so strange, where did he come from such a spiritual realm with rich aura of heaven and earth?

His master, the senior master in Dahe Temple, had cultivated a spiritual realm where the aura of heaven and earth was not as good as this one. It was really strange.

When Monk Huijing was thinking wildly, the body of the crystal vase tilted, and the sandalwood rosary beads that the monk lived in rolled down along the wall of the vase, and was pressed on the desk by a hand.

Monk Huijing looked back and saw that a black [Mark of the Undead] composed of a cold aura was approaching.

"What do you want to do? Don't you promise to spare my life if I tell you the technique and method?"

Feeling the breath of the "Mark of the Undead", Monk Huijing's remaining soul felt that something was not good, and shouted tremblingly.

Lu Feng turned a deaf ear to Monk Huijing's cry, staring at the sandalwood rosary with cold eyes, sealing all the places on the table with his strong mental power.

The newly conquered ghost was also floating next to him, staring at Monk Huijing.

Never give him the slightest chance to escape.

"I advise you not to resist, and accept this mark honestly. After I use it to verify the authenticity of what you said before, I will give you a chance to live!"

Lu Feng persuaded, intending to use words to break down Monk Huijing's resistance.

After all, the sandalwood rosary contains a Buddhist power. If monk Huijing resists, the fragile mark of the undead may not be able to easily capture the monk's remaining soul.

But the development of things cannot always go smoothly. Monk Huijing among the sandalwood beads only felt what Lu Feng said.

Like the magic words that led him to fall, he cannot be trusted.

What's more, this person has never made a promise in front of him, and he is probably a gloomy person.

If he really listens to his words and accepts this strange mark, I am afraid that he, a monk, will never have a chance to resist in this life.

There are thousands of ways to control and enslave other people's souls in the world. Monk Huijing alone has several ways to control them.

Monk Huijing knew the consequences of the soul being enslaved. He had not taught Lu Feng these techniques before.

After receiving the mark, if it was verified, Monk Huijing knew that he would definitely not end well.

Lu Feng said that the monk Huijing in the sandalwood rosary did not speak. He just huddled in the beads and recited the sutra obediently.

Is this monk planning to resist to the end?

Lu Feng felt a shiver in his heart. He secretly knew that something was wrong. The mark of the undead floating next to the rosary was shot at the rosary without hesitation, aiming to capture the monk Huijing.

But the next moment, a layer of golden Buddha light floated on the sandalwood beads, stubbornly resisting the dark mark of the undead.

The Buddha's light is hot, and the mark of the dead is cold.

Naturally incompatible.

Since the mark of the undead is not an attack and has little power, the Buddha's light in the sandalwood rosary will purify the black mark of the undead in a short time.

At the same time, the Buddha's light on the rosary also faded a little.

"Fight to the death, it seems you still tell a lot of lies!"

Lu Feng stared closely at the sandalwood rosary beads and pressed his fingers tightly on the beads. His spiritual power enveloped the surroundings and dispersed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth near the rosary beads, denying Monk Huijing a chance to absorb the spiritual energy and restore his Buddhist power.

At the same time, the dead seed of the energy-absorbing ancient tree also flew to the sandalwood rosary under the control of Lu Feng, emitting a faint green light and absorbing the Buddhist power in the sandalwood rosary.

The energy-absorbing ancient tree is a big stomach that absorbs the energy of the world. It will accept all types of energy.

The dead seed of the energy-absorbing ancient tree cultivated by Lu Feng through practicing the Green Wood Sutra of Immortality gradually increased in vitality, and gradually showed a trace of the power of the energy-absorbing ancient tree.

Although it is insignificant, it is equally effective against the poor monk Huijing who is also weak.

Lu Feng did not dare to use other level 0 spells. He was afraid that if he did not control the power of his spells well, he would accidentally crush all the weak Buddhist power in the sandalwood rosary, causing Monk Huijing to lose his sustenance and lose his soul.

On one side is the swallowing of dead seeds, on the other side is the erosion of undead marks, attacking from both sides.

The monk Huijing in the sandalwood rosary could still hold his head at first, but as time went by, the Buddha's light on the sandalwood rosary became increasingly dim.

A few minutes later, the almost invisible Buddha's light shattered, and a black mark of the undead quickly shot into the sandalwood rosary.

The Buddha's light is exhausted, and the remaining soul of monk Huijing is on the verge of being broken. At this time, the monk has lost consciousness and self.

The mark of the undead entered the sandalwood rosary. It encountered almost no resistance and was smoothly integrated into a weak consciousness.

"It's such a pity, monk. You resisted until the end, and you were the only one injured!"

Lu Feng sighed and carefully sensed the remnant soul of monk Huijing controlled by the undead mark.

No, to be precise, Monk Huijing died as the Buddha's light was exhausted when his consciousness and self resisted Lu Feng's control.

Now in the rosary, what is left is the shell of the soul that is like a vegetative state.

Even weaker than the other ghost.

Through the mark of the undead, Lu Feng looked through the memories left in his weak consciousness, only a lot of chaotic images and sounds remained.

"This monk has a lot of experience. I hope I can find some useful information from his memory. Hey, what is this?"

Suddenly, Lu Feng, who was looking through his weak conscious memories, suddenly saw an interesting memory fragment.

On a cliff near a river.

A skinny old monk sat opposite Monk Huijing. Monk Huijing asked the old monk with a sad face:

"Master, it has been three years since I mastered all the apertures, but my Buddha power and my physical body are no longer accessible. Is there any way to help me overcome that difficulty?"

After hearing his disciple's distress, the old monk opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly without any trace of turbidity.

Beneath the cliff, the river lapped at the table, raising waves of water vapor and drifting behind the old monk in the wind, faintly reflecting a splendid Buddhist pure land filled with the sound of Buddha.

Monk Huijing looked at the spiritual scenery displayed by Master, with envy and obsession on his face, and he was indulged in it.

Seeing the old monk's face full of sorrow, he heard the old monk's hoarse voice:

"Disciple, do you know why I gave your dharma name the word Jing? Hui Jing, Hui Jing, I hope that you can use your wisdom to see through the obsessions in your heart, and that your mind will calm down and the waves will calm down. It's a pity that you still can't see through this. !”

Listening to Master's words, Huijing lowered her head in shame.

"That's all. Since you can't see clearly, I will show you a clear path. More than a thousand kilometers away from here, there is a Shinto spiritual realm that will be born in the near future. If you go for a walk, you may be able to meet someone who can help you practice. An opportunity to reach the spiritual realm!"

After saying that, the old monk closed his eyes.

"Thank you Master!"

After receiving the master's advice, the monk Huijing was so happy that he bowed to the master and set off south the next day.

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