Shakyamuni glanced at Cao Dong and nodded slightly, even Gu Feng didn't notice it.

"How do I absorb it?" Gu Feng asked.

He didn't know anything about the so-called power of faith, and naturally he didn't know how to absorb it.

"When you go, you will know that everyone absorbs the power of faith, has their own methods, and has nothing to do with others, even if it is taught to you, you can't use it." Shakyamuni explained.

Gu Feng was stunned, there was still such a statement, he glanced at Cao Dong, Cao Dong nodded, Gu Feng understood that Shakyamuni was not lying.

Nodding, Gu Feng turned around and left directly.

Absorbing the power of faith, although he has never been in contact with it, Gu Feng thinks that he will definitely be able to do it.

Stepping out of the spiritual mountain, the giant Buddha outside suddenly opened his eyes, and an overwhelming coercion shrouded Gu Feng's body, and it suddenly spoke: "Junior, don't be bewitched by Shakya." ”

The giant Buddha looked compassionate, but Gu Feng could feel a panic from its body. It's smart, and it's scared.

"I don't believe what the eyes see, I don't believe what the ears hear, I believe what the heart feels, and in my feelings, Shakyamuni is a good person, you are not." Gu Feng said lightly, he stepped forward, his whole body was full of glazed light, and a phantom of the fairy king appeared behind him, it was Gu Feng.

"Junior, you are looking for death." There was a hint of panic in the voice of the giant Buddha, and it suddenly erupted with a thrilling killing intent that shrouded Gu Feng's body.

The giant Buddha moved, a finger suppressed it, and the power of endless faith was attracted to suppress the ancient wind.

Gu Feng's hands condensed Tai Chi, but he couldn't stop the power of endless faith, his body flew out sideways, and his whole body almost collapsed.

It's just that Gu Feng didn't lose it, but laughed loudly, and his low voice made the giant Buddha have a bad premonition, and the true spirit of Amitabha Buddha felt the threat of death.

"What's going on? A junior in the Immortal Realm, how could he give me this feeling. The giant Buddha's heart was shocked, it didn't dare to keep its hand anymore, and the power of endless faith was attracted and suppressed down to the ancient wind.

"It's useless."

Gu Feng chuckled, and with a touch, he felt the essence of the power of faith, the most primordial power in the human heart, which could be used to ignite the divine fire and become a true god.

This kind of power and invisible matter gathered here, but because it is too large, it forms this scene. Although this power is powerful, because it has no consciousness and does not belong to anyone, it can only be mobilized by the true spirit of Amitabha Buddha and cannot be turned into its own power.

Because Amitabha Buddha lost his physical body, which is the cornerstone of becoming a god, the ancient style can also absorb this power.

He sat cross-legged, invoking the power of endless faith and submerging into his body. The phantom of the Immortal King behind him was gradually condensing and becoming more lifelike.

Amitabha Buddha's true spirit roared, he was angry, these power of faith is because he gathered, but there are elements of the ancient family in it, that is a kind of faith imprinted in the soul, so these power of faith does not reject the ancient style.

If you were to be any other person, you would not be able to absorb the power of faith. Otherwise, you will be rejected by the power of faith and turned into nothingness by the power of faith.

"You are from the ancient family, Shakya, you hurt me." The true spirit of Amitabha Buddha is roaring.

He also knew the legend of the ancient family, who once had a great promise to the creatures of the world, and was worshiped as a guardian saint by the creatures of the world.

The living soul is immortal, the faith is not endless, "The one who harms you is yourself." Gu Feng said lightly, and the Immortal King behind him roared, suddenly opened his mouth, and sucked the giant Buddha into his body.

A golden light escaped, and it was a trace of Amitabha Buddha's true spirit. It's just that without the protection of the power of faith, Amitabha's true spirit appears extremely fragile.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gu Feng slapped it directly. In a scream from Amitabha, the ancient wind shattered his true spirit.

Just when Gu Feng thought that everything was over, Amitabha's true spirit condensed again, still as fragile as just now, but immortal and immortal.

"I am an ancient true immortal, the true spirit is immortal, you can't kill me." Amitabha Buddha sneered, although it was only a trace of true spirit, it exuded the breath of looking at the world, this is the breath of the ancient true immortals, even if there is only a trace of true spirit left, it is not something that the ancient wind can kill.

Gu Feng frowned, and he slapped out his palm, shattering the true spirit again.

Amitabha Buddha was resurrected again, and his true spirit made a mocking voice, satirizing the useless work of the ancient style.

"Teacher."

At this moment, a faint voice sounded, with a touch of guilt and sadness.

The true spirit of Amitabha Buddha was shocked, and a tall figure appeared beside Gu Feng, he was filled with a divine aura, the highest and greatest, it was Shakyamuni.

"Impossible, you don't dare to go out of Lingshan, even if it's you, you can't destroy me." Amitabha Buddha sneered and said, he turned into an illusory human form, a thin old monk, his face was full of sneers, and his eyes turned out to be blood-colored, staring at Shakyamuni's body, full of killing intent.

"Yes, I didn't dare to go out of Lingshan, but I had to come today." Shakyamuni said sadly.

Amitabha Buddha was suddenly vigilant, he stared at Shakyamuni, and asked sharply, "What are you going to do?" ”

"For the teacher's death." Shakyamuni said lightly, but it made Amitabha Buddha's true spirit face change greatly, and he was about to flee when he turned around.

Amitabha felt that the other party couldn't kill him, but he didn't dare to take the risk, so he wanted to escape.

At this moment, a figure appeared, blocking in front of the true spirit of Amitabha Buddha, he opened his mouth and inhaled the true spirit of Amitabha Buddha, and then directly chewed and swallowed.

Gu Feng was dumbfounded, and the person who ate the true spirit of Amitabha Buddha was none other than Cao Dong.

"What does it smell like?" Gu Feng asked a little stupidly.

"I don't know, just ask Yuan Fang." Cao Dong said coolly, with a rare sense of humor.

"Yuan Fang, what do you think?" Gu Feng touched Shakyamuni's head and asked with a smile.

Shakyamuni's face turned dark, he knocked Gu Feng's hand off, and said angrily: "I'm not Yuan Fang, if you want to find Yuan Fang, I can find out his ghost for you." ”

Gu Feng ignored him, and the old monk had no sense of humor at all.

Suddenly, Gu Feng thought of a strict question, he absorbed so much the power of faith, but the whole person did not change at all, this is not scientific.

Asking their own questions, Shakyamuni and Cao Dong were speechless, this guy got so much benefit, and even said that he had not changed.