The strength of both of them is in the second realm of Nascent Soul, and they have both condensed the Nascent Soul Dharma. They are each other's formidable enemy. Now they are facing each other, whether to take action or not, but neither can see the other's decision.
Du Mingheng did not dare to be negligent. Any evil cultivator in the evil sect who could still live to form a Nascent Soul would have had so much blood on his hands and had experienced so many conspiracies. Even though they, monks who practice the righteous way, have experienced a lot of intrigues, compared to the situation in the evil sect, it is still much easier.
Therefore, despite the fact that Du Mingheng looks like a handsome young man and has a calm demeanor at this time, in fact, his whole body is tense and flawless. Whenever the evil Buddha has any changes in his aura, he will immediately fight back.
Xie Fuzi naturally saw Du Mingheng's precautions, but he himself had a crazy personality. After sitting quietly for a moment, he suddenly and without warning made a move.
In the blink of an eye, a black river appeared in front of Du Mingheng.
At the same moment, the miserable ghost cries sounded intermittently, whimpering, lingering around, and continuous...
Du Mingheng's reaction was very fast. The jade flute in his palm was immediately brought to his lips and he also made a whimpering sound.
It's just that this whimpering is not the cry of a fierce ghost, but the sound of a simulated flute, which collides with the cries of the ghosts, expelling the power that threatens to pollute the emotions little by little.
At this moment, Evil Buddha's body was filled with evil light, and Du Mingheng seemed to be surrounded by clear clouds.
The evil light and clear clouds continued to spread in all directions, blocking each other out. In the subtleties that are invisible to the naked eye, there are countless forces colliding and canceling each other.
Two completely different magical powers spread out wantonly. At this time, everything that intervened would be turned into powder in the aftermath of this power. The steep mountain walls under the two people's seats and on the cliffs at their feet were all shattered by this power. , the stones rolled down.
But Xie Buddhazi was still sitting cross-legged, and Du Mingheng was still standing quietly.
There is nothing under their seats and at their feet. They are maintaining their original posture, suspended in the air.
This fight seems to be silent and there is nothing strange about it at first glance. However, if a person with a lower level breaks into this area, he will be torn apart by the force - ranging from serious injuries to collapse. broken.
It seems that this battle is not a big deal, but both sides are constantly consuming mana.
The skull on Xie Fuzi's face opened its mouth clicking, as if issuing endless curses. As the "clicking" became more and more rapid, the black river he released also flowed more urgently, and the ghost's cries became more and more sad. , several faces full of pain appeared in the river from time to time. As soon as people saw their expressions, they couldn't help but burst into tears, and their hearts were stirred by them, making it difficult to extricate themselves.
This kind of emotional contagion is very frightening.
Du Mingheng's flute sound also became more urgent, as if there were many invisible sound waves radiating out layer by layer, driving back the ghost cries in circles. But the real power of those ghost cries is not the actual sound, but a more potential erosion of the will, constantly shaking a monk's state of mind. Once his state of mind is flawed by this ghost cry, his Nascent Soul will also be contaminated by the power of this emotion and gradually decay. At the same time, his soul will also become trance-like and unstable due to ghost crying, and may even be forced out of the body, so that he can be easily captured by the opponent.
Therefore, after discovering that the ghost cries were getting closer and closer, a small bell pattern suddenly appeared between Du Mingheng's eyebrows, which glowed with the sound of the flute.
This light shrouded Du Mingheng's body, like a bell of light, protecting him entirely within the bell - this was a treasure that protected the soul and could suppress external invisible forces. No matter how powerful and pervasive the ghost's cry was, it would still be blocked by the bell, preventing it from penetrating into Du Mingheng's mind.
The Evil Buddha naturally knows that the proud ones among the righteous monks have either already trained their souls to be extremely powerful, or they have prepared magic weapons or other means to protect their souls. They only use ghost cries to capture the other party's souls for use. My own qualifications are somewhat whimsical.
At this time, when he saw Du Mingheng sacrificing the treasure bell, he was not disappointed at all. Instead, he accelerated the destruction of the Black River Secret Technique, causing more innocent souls with indescribable and soul-stirring emotions to emerge from it.
The protection of magic weapon must have its limit.
The secret method used by the evil Buddha is very complicated and difficult to practice, but after it is used, the mana consumed is much less than the righteous method of the same power. What consumes the most is the power of the wronged soul - As long as he takes back his soul before it dies and replaces it with other wronged souls, he can still feed it with more other souls afterwards and make them recover quickly.
The reason why evil cultivators are a great harm and despised is precisely because they practice quickly and are extremely vicious, and the resources they consume are often easy to plunder. They often directly arrest living people, which is really fast and convenient. The righteous monks are often at a disadvantage when dealing with them, because their use of external objects is really powerful. Unlike the righteous monks, they cultivate themselves more. Even if they have secret methods, they use various kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures that are difficult to collect. , and it takes a lot of time.
Du Mingheng knew this truth, but since he could become Liuyun Shizi, his magic power was naturally very strong, so he could still maintain a stalemate at this time. But as time goes by, he will definitely run out of mana before Evil Buddha.
He cannot fight this protracted battle.
As a result, Du Mingheng no longer tested each other with the evil Buddha. With a slight movement of his mind, the Nascent Soul in his Dantian glowed with a burst of pressure.
At the same time, a jade flute suddenly appeared above his head.
The shape of this jade flute is very similar to the one on Du Mingheng's lips, which is exactly the form of his Nascent Soul.
At the moment when the jade flute appeared, waves of clear and melodious flute sounds spread out, reverberating throughout the entire sky.
While the flute was singing, the innocent souls in the black river seemed to have been hit by something. They immediately swelled up like air, and then burst in an instant.
"Bang, bang, bang."
As if there were bursts of roaring, the innocent souls exploded and disappeared one by one.
And such a disappearance can no longer be restored by swallowing the soul, but the soul is truly scattered and can no longer be reshaped - that is, it is truly consumed.
The evil Buddha saw that in such a short period of time when the opponent's method appeared, the secret method he had practiced so hard was destroyed, and many innocent souls were destroyed, and he was immediately angry. He still maintained a kind expression, but the skull on the right side of his face seemed to reveal his true mood - the skull opened its mouth angrily, with a ferocious expression that was almost twisted!
Immediately afterwards, a black brilliance appeared around Xie Fuzi's body, exuding a powerful coercion, and along with it appeared an uncertain object above his head.
A bloody skull that was the same as his face.
This skull is half virtual and half real. In comparison, it is not as solid as the jade flute on Du Mingheng's head, but there is no doubt that it is also a Nascent Soul.
Du Mingheng's heart trembled, and his expression became more serious.
Monks in the Nascent Soul stage can condense the Nascent Soul Dharma. The earliest one is in the first realm. Du Mingheng, as a leader among Yuanying disciples, condensed it as early as the end of the first realm. In the second realm, his Dharma became more and more solid. , and it is getting stronger and stronger. Although it is easier for evil cultivators to obtain resources, become more powerful, and practice faster in the early stages of cultivation, in fact, the thunder tribulation they experience when forming a pill and a baby will be more terrifying, and the chance of successful formation is far inferior to Righteous monks - when they are trying to condense the Dharma in the Nascent Soul realm, it is often much later and more difficult than those of the right monks.
It can be said that it is already early for evil cultivators to condense the Dharma in the three realms.
Du Mingheng didn't expect that the evil cultivator he met had already obtained the Dharma when he was in the second realm. Although with his eyesight, it can be seen that the evil Buddha seems to have just condensed the Dharma form, but as long as the Dharma form is there, its power will not be too weak.
After closing his eyes, Du Mingheng became more aware of the seriousness of the situation.
He originally wanted to sacrifice the Dharma form early to suppress and kill the evil Buddha, but the other party also had the Dharma form, so it would not be easy.
Du Mingheng's expression was solemn, and his body glowed brightly.
At the same moment, the jade flute on his head and the jade flute on his lips both played music together.
It was also at this time that every time he played, his complexion turned whiter.
Evil Buddha's face became more kind, and the expressions of the two skulls were synchronized and even more terrifying.
His dharma-like skeleton spat out streaks of blood and fell on the innocent souls in the black river ahead. However, these innocent souls slowly straightened up and were pulled out of the river little by little.
Once they come ashore, great terror will appear...
The sound of Du Mingheng's flute also fell on these wronged souls, and the clear air chipped away at the blood. The blood of some innocent souls was quickly shaved off, and then their expressions became calm and quickly and gently dispersed. But the blood of more innocent souls eroded away the Qing Qi. Although it was slower than before, it was slowly pulled out more resolutely.
More majestic and terrifying power is slowly brewing.
Extremely heavy and complicated emotions, trying to get into Du Mingheng's defense all-pervasively...
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Ye Shu and Yan Changlan walked in a certain direction in the secret realm, looking for resources one after another.
What's a bit strange is that since they left Leishan, they have been gone for almost a day, but they haven't met any other monks yet? The righteous monks don’t have it, and the evil monks don’t have it either.
It was as if no other monks had ever come close to the area where they were?
But it didn't matter. The secret realm was so big that it wasn't surprising that they couldn't meet him for a whole day and a half. It was just that it was much quieter than before they went to Thunder Mountain, which made the two of them a little surprised.
At this time, the two of them had just finished picking a plant of Mingguangcao that had grown for about 50,000 years. It was an excellent healing elixir. If it was refined into a pill, it would be extremely effective.
Ye Shu personally picked it, kept it alive, and put it into the Hunyuan Pearl.
In addition to this 50,000-year-old plant, there are four other seedlings. Some have grown for one or two thousand years, and some have grown for five or six thousand years. They are considered mature only after they have grown for 10,000 years.
After thinking for a while, Ye Shu picked one thousand-year-old tree and one five-thousand-year-old tree, and kept them in the same way, preparing to plant them in the Hunyuan Pearl when he returned. The remaining two plants are left here for future generations to pick up.
