Song Yin's eyes at this time seemed to everyone to be very empty. He was obviously looking at Wang Qizheng, but it seemed as if his eyes were passing through him and looking at something else.
Several people were stunned. This was exclusive to land gods. When they reached the foundation, they could see the 'reality'.
What Song Yinzhi saw was indeed different from what others saw.
The scenery that should have been sunny and windy at first is now as heavy as the ocean, and the air is flowing like a substance.
Being here is like being in the ocean. The master once said that only after entering the foundation building can you be qualified to be in the world, and the reality of the world is like the ocean.
Therefore, the reality seen by those who build the foundation is also called the 'Sea of Chaos'.
The boundaries of this place are different from Daqian.
This place was dark in his field of vision, with no sunlight visible. From time to time, he could see the howling wind. The wind was not a description, but a real scene blowing like dark lines.
Each line, if you look closely, looks like a black snake, but the snake has an ever-changing head on its head, both humans and animals.
Those dark winds blew on the ground, making the ground look like soft mud, setting off waves. The grass, rocks and trees all swayed under the waves and the cold wind, making screams and complaints, which was extremely terrifying.
"Evil!"
Song Yin's voice was like thunder, shining brightly in the land that sank into the Yin Sea, instantly clearing up the swaying of the Yin wind.
The land that was as dark as night suddenly became normal.
But Song Yin still frowned.
As its own light shrank, the surroundings darkened again, and the dark wind reappeared, blowing around.
"Can't it be annihilated?"
Song Yin shook his head, retreated from the sea of chaos, and then said to everyone: "It's a matter of region."
"What's going on here? I think the soil here is quite fertile. Could it be that the devil is better at this place?" Wang Qizheng asked blankly.
There are too many demons.
There were so many that Wang Qizheng and the others started to feel numb.
No matter how much problems Nanping had in the past, there weren't many evil spirits in the wilderness.
Is it true that Dayan has better water and soil?
"Elder brother means that the area here is not quite right."
Zhang Feixuan rolled his eyes, glanced at Ling Dang, who had been frowning, and smiled at his senior brother: "Senior brother, am I right?"
"That's right."
Song Yin nodded, "There are resentful spirits here."
Wraith?
These words made the three of them turn their heads and look left and right.
where?
Where did the resentful spirit come from? Why didn't I find it?
"It is not the kind of resentful spirit that is usually understood. This resentment is the resentment of this place."
Song Yin said: "The grass and trees have spirits, the land has spirits, and people also have spirits. They are all different, but they can all belong to the same place. The truth I see is that there are resentful spirits everywhere in this place."
"Because of the resentful spirits, the people we see can turn into human demons after experiencing things."
"The evil spirits are not dissipated, so you encountered many spirits."
"There is also this skeleton zombie, buried deep in the ground. Now it has become a demon, and it was also stimulated by the resentful spirit."
So exaggerated?
Why haven't you noticed it before?
Zhang Feixuan was stunned for a moment and asked: "Senior brother, you can't even do it?"
After saying that, he felt something was wrong again, "No, I mean, can't your Dharma and supernatural powers also cleanse you?"
“It’s not impossible, it’s just that there is no foundation.”
Song Yin shook his head: "My magical power can drive away all evil and darkness. When the sun shines, all demons will disappear. But once it is restrained, this evil spirit will reappear."
He stared at the ground and said in a deep voice: "This is no longer just a matter of resentment, this place has become an evil place!"
"What should we do?" Zhang Feixuan couldn't help asking.
He didn't want to meet three monsters in one step.
"If I guard here, it will be fine, but it can only be limited to one area. Unfortunately, my magic power is low and my magical power is insufficient. Otherwise, there should be no more evil demons breeding in this big Yan!" Song Yin said regretfully.
Everyone: "..."
The entire Daqian is in your hands, and the land gods next to you are not as powerful as you.
You still have low magic power?
Then they might as well stop living.
"Senior brother, don't think about it anymore. Let's go first. There's no one here. Let's find a place where there are people around and have a look." Wang Qizheng said.
"Well, thank you for your hard work, junior brother, please continue to lead the way." Song Yin nodded.
Zhang Feixuan was stunned for a moment, thought of something, and opened his eyes slightly, but he opened his mouth, but suppressed the words again.
At this time, he turned his eyes and happened to see Gao Sishu, and found that he also had a complicated look on his face. He happened to look at him, and then his eyes separated, with a tacit understanding not to mention it.
If senior brother is asked to guard this place, he will definitely be willing.
In this case, enough time has been spent to complete the master's instructions.
According to what the senior brother said, once this place is released, the resentful spirits will regenerate, so the senior brother will have to spend a lot of time guarding here. Even if he really cleanses out the evil spirits, the area of Dayan is huge.
After finishing one place, you have to move on to the next place. Once you finish everything, I don’t know how long it will be until the end of the year.
This delay is enough.
Monks are not ordinary people. A hundred years is not that much to them, or even very small. It is abnormal according to ordinary people's concept of time.
If senior brother has to spend eighteen hundred years here, then their goal will be accomplished.
With how stubborn my senior brother is, if I really try to fool him, maybe it will happen.
But
"Brother, go this way."
Wang Qizheng smiled with bared teeth, found a direction, and walked at the front. Song Yin followed closely, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.
"Third Junior Brother"
"Ah?" Wang Qizheng stopped and turned to look at him.
Song Yin pointed at the tiger skin vest Wang Qizheng was wearing, pointing to a hole in his shoulder, and said, "The clothes are all torn."
Wang Qizheng's attire seemed nondescript. He was clearly dressed in fine clothes, but he was wearing a completely mismatched tiger-skin waistcoat, which he seemed to have never taken off.
"Ah? Is it broken?!"
Wang Qi was looking towards his shoulder and found that there was indeed a hole there. Now that he thought about it, it should have been damaged when he was fighting with those monsters.
"Really, damn it!"
Wang Qi was taking off his tiger skin vest, folded it carefully, and stuffed it into his arms.
Song Yinqi said: "I think this tiger skin was a gift from me. It's old. I think you are well dressed now, but why are you still wearing this waistcoat?"
"Here. Hey, senior brother, I'm used to wearing it. I really can't get used to it without it."
Wang Qizheng smiled shyly, "I like wearing this."
"If you like it, you can get another one. There are still a lot of beasts in the mountains."
"No, no, me."
Wang Qizheng waved his hands repeatedly: "I want this one!"
Nothing is as good as the first.
Even if I can get the same thing in the future, I still can't get what I originally placed my trust in.
The same goes for this waistcoat.
Because this was the first time someone cared about him since he entered the Golden Immortal Sect.
I wouldn’t give it to a god!
(End of chapter)
