In the cemetery of the Great Sage, there are one hundred and seven tombs.

The fierce generals under the command of the innocent in the past, no matter which one of them, are far from being comparable to the likes of Peeling Hongji.

It has long been ancient, and the soul has re-entered the cycle of reincarnation. But when they are buried, there is still demonic energy in the corpse, and the Great Sage Jue is a special place, and the demonic energy in the corpse will not dissipate.

For countless years, the demon qi has been raised in the master's body, gradually pure, gradually light, and gradually 'turning qi into meaning', the so-called 'corpse body will' is actually an obsession, but the token cave is a blessed land, and there will be no such thing as corpse transformation.

What's more, although many big demons are crazy but open-minded, all of them are heroic, they don't care about life and death, they die when they die, they have no regrets, and they have no resentment, and the obsession is just a change of temperament, not resentment.

The demonic energy in the corpse turned into demonic intent, continued to precipitate, and then purified again, and accumulated over time and 'gathered to return to the yuan', and then 'condensed the yuan into the gods' to put it bluntly, the demonic qi slowly traveled in the master's body, and finally generated a new 'wandering spirit'.

However, they will never be able to activate their minds, let alone re-enter the corpse of the master to bring the dead back to life. It's just that their Yuan Force and soul are the same, so they are barely called 'souls'.

Although the geists do not have spiritual intelligence, they are due to the demonic aura of the tomb owner during his lifetime, and they are also contaminated with some great demon instincts.

When Su Jing was taken away and died out, when Su Jing became furious and roared like thunder, the Great Sage Jue was shaken, and the wandering soul in the tomb sensed the crisis, and with the instinct of the tomb owner to protect the lord during his lifetime, he rushed to the sky and rushed to the Lingtai to help!

The battle of relinquishing, the power of the soul of the competition. Su Jing's contemplation fire is to gather his soul liliang.

And the wandering souls in the Dongtian Cemetery are the purest 'Yuan Soul Yuan Spirit', which is the most nourishing fire of visualization!

The ancestral spirit platform was furious, and finally turned into a fierce monk's catastrophe, the monk screamed and rolled in the flames, but how could he be willing to be refined, and he roared loudly in the churning: "I!"

The voice fell, stretched out his hand and slapped his heavenly spirit fiercely, and the monk's figure doubled.

The second word shouted again: "Ben!", and slapped the top of his head with another palm, and the body of the fierce monk doubled again.

Follow the third word: "Fire!", the third palm. The third time the body soared, before and after the cross drinking. Ten times to hit the heavenly spirit, and then look at the fierce monk's body as big as a mountain, he rolled in the sea of fire, and it was another earth-shattering momentum.

The monk shouted ten words and shouted in one sentence: I was born in the fire. What can you do with me!

The fierce monk is crazy and terrifying. The 'Visualization Fire' is getting more and more powerful with the help of more than 100 great goblins. The flames were pulled up layer by layer, surging endlessly, and Su Jing's spiritual platform also opened up again and again, and extended wildly.

The demon monk is strong, and the flames are fierce!

Right now. It has become a fool's dream for the monk to want to take it again, but it is not easy for Su Jing to completely refine this fang. And the fierce monk fell into the devil and went crazy, and he had no intention of retreating or escaping, so he was in the spiritual platform, stalking and fighting with this blazing sea of fire, and he never died.

On the futon in the meditation room, Su Jing's expression has returned to calm, but his mind does not relax in the slightest, and the spiritual platform is showing a trend of anger burning the sky, but to control the sea of fire and let the flames form an offensive to deal with the enemy, you still have to rely on those two words: visualization.

Next, the battle for the soul in the Lingtai was protracted, and the precious time for the monks became the most meaningless thing again in Su Jing, the fire was raging, burning more and more, and the fierce monk was crazy, as if he also had inexhaustible strength.

In this way, the fierce battle did not last long, and Su Jing, who was contemplating with all his might, suddenly felt a cold brow.

It's not the cold when the evil soul takes away, but the 'cold' that is clear, cool, and refreshing, and before he can figure out where this feeling comes from, the center of his eyebrows is scorching again, and the center of his eyebrows seems to melt and melt through!

After the cold and heat, it is swelling! There is no change in the appearance at all, only Su Jing himself can understand it, his eyebrows are so hot that his forehead is about to burst, but fortunately, it is just an instant feeling, and the swelling disappears.

But the strange feeling is not over, the swelling is slammed, and the eyes are painful

The four senses changed one after another, only in the snap of his fingers, and then Su Jing only felt that his eyebrows were beating slightly.

One jump, two jumps, three jumps.

It's the third jump, and there is a sudden brilliance in front of you!

Su Jingzheng was doing vipassana, and he didn't know anything about anything outside his body, and at this moment, the divine light in front of him came from the ancestral spirit platform: the raging sea of fire suddenly bloomed, and the seven-colored Xuan light shone in all directions, and a whirlpool appeared in the center of the spirit platform.

Depending on the size, the whirlpool could leak an egg at best, but it turned crazy! In ten turns, it stirred up a thousand feet of flames, and the entire sea of fire within a hundred turns was stirred into a frenzy by it.

The boundless flames began to spin mightily, and the whirlpool engulfed all the flames, and the vast sea of fire that came from the imagination and the wandering soul rose to the mighty sea, and was swallowed up by such a small whirlpool, and fell rapidly!

But this whirlpool only swallowed flames, and did not pay any attention to the fierce monks. Since the whirlpool appeared, at best, the incense burned kung fu, the sea became a lake, followed the lake into a pool, the lake changed into a beach, and in the blink of an eye, Su Jing's ancestral spirit platform was pitch black, leaving only a fierce monk from the big Ruoxiong Mountain, a soft and collapsed ghost robe, a sword that lost its luster, and a hole in the 'ground' that barely leaked an egg.

The whirlpool swallowed the fire away, and the whirlpool turned into a hole in a black hole.

The fierce monk didn't know what was going on, he was crazy, and he wouldn't pursue it, he only knew that he would win when the fire was gone, and his distorted face that was broken and burned showed a color of ecstasy, and at the same time as he turned over and jumped up from the ground, a golden red arc suddenly vibrated in the 'hole', slamming the monk's bald head!

Irresistibly fast, flying firelight, a three-legged golden crow the size of a sparrow!

In the spiritual platform, the sea of burning fire turned into a small golden crow!

On the futon, Su Jing suddenly said 'ha', which startled the three corpses and Qi Donglai around him.

On the way to the little golden crow, it was exactly the same, and it laughed!

The golden crow flashed, directly pierced the giant hand that the demon monk wanted to block, and stretched out his beak to peck at his bald head that was as big as a hill, the monk howled miserably, and a cloud of black gas gushed out on his forehead, and the little golden crow spread his wings, and the layers of true fire rolled, and the breathing effort refined the black gas completely, and then looked at the monk, the body was half smaller.

The little golden crow originated from the visualization of the sea of fire, but after transforming into a divine object, its strength was far greater than that of the previous sea of fire!

In the meditation room, the three corpses who had just been shocked by Su Jing's laughter lined up shoulder to shoulder, standing in front of Su Jing and looking at him carefully.

Su Jing sat taller than the three of them. While he was looking, Su Jinghu spoke again: "What the hell are you!"

Inevitably, the three corpses were startled again, looked at each other, and asked, "Who did he say?"

Lei Dong looked very clear: "Who knows." ”

Akame continued to stare at Su Jing and wondered, "Why is he smiling so happily?"

After asking, "What the hell are you?", Su Jing smiled. Born from the heart, the major emotions in the concentration will be directly reflected in the expression, at this moment Su Jing can't say so happy, so happy: this sentence is what Su Jing wanted to poke the other party's head to ask when he was beaten by the fierce monk before.

The heavenly master, the underground master, and the heaven and the earth are blessed together, and now Su Jing finally got his wish:

Xiao Jinwu pecked the monk's bald head fiercely, pecked and drank a word, and the monk's body doubled, and after asking "what are you?", he pecked nine times in succession.

Counting the previous peck, ten golden crow pecks, how the monk's body rose up, and now how it has retracted, and it has changed to the size of an ordinary person again.

As soon as his body rose and shrank, the demon liliang was almost exhausted, and he had no strength to struggle, let alone give up!

The golden crow was ruthless, the wings fanned again, the flames rushed up again, and thousands of fire snakes licked and ate the fierce monks!

Although he was beaten miserably by the fierce monk in front of him, this monk is compassionate by nature and superb in Buddhism, but he was swallowed by the demons and his thoughts blended, Su Jing got a lot of memories from the other party, and he also knew a lot of things.

After a period of sacrifice, the vicious curse was no longer audible, the monk's facial features slowly returned to normal, his hideous expression dissipated and became demented again, he no longer did rolling and struggling, sitting cross-legged in the fire, but his figure was almost transparent.

The monk was completely enchanted this time, and he could only really wake up at the moment when his soul was scattered, Su Jing waited for this moment, his mind turned, Jin Crow obeyed his orders, and immediately collected the flames.

Almost at the same time, Tu Wan, who was always lying on the ground and refused to return to recuperate, also let out a rapid sword roar at Su Jing, and Su Jing understood that the sword soul wanted to save the monk's life by himself.

As soon as the flames dispersed, the ghost robe immediately flew up and shrouded the monk's body, this treasure has the effect of protecting the soul, but the monk will not disappear.

After a moment, the monk reopened his eyes, looked at Jin Wu, and then looked at Tu Wan, Zuihou looked down at the ghost robe on his body, and exhaled softly: "Thank you." ”

He thanked not Su Jing for sparing his immortal grace, but Xie Sujing for winning himself!

If the monk can't give up, he won't add to the sin, and the person who stops himself from doing evil is Su Jing, so thank you.

A divine consciousness was put into the ancestral aperture, reflected as Su Jing, and asked the monk, "Can you remember anything?"

The monk shook his head: "I still can't remember the things I should remember." ”

Su Jing smiled: "Now let's recuperate in the robe, I can always think of it." As he spoke, he was about to put away the ghost robe, but the monk shook his head vigorously: "Slow, I haven't thanked you yet." ”

The monk didn't just say thank you.

After saying that, he stretched out his hand into his bosom, and his hand slowly and slowly reached into his chest.

It looks like a fierce ghost plucking his heart, but there is no blood, and when he digs it in, the monk's chest spreads one by one.

After digging for a while, as if looking for something in his pocket, finally, the monk took out his hand again and stretched out it in front of Su Jing: "I gave it to you, thank you, and apologize." ”

As he spoke, the monk smiled, stupid.

Then his smile turned into a big yawn. (To be continued.) )