In the deserted mountains, there are deep caves.

After killing Fajian and others, Chu Yang felt the aura of a strong man in the distance and quickly left, found this place, and hid for the time being.

"This relic?"

After taking out the golden relics obtained from Fajian, Chu Yang browsed solemnly, "Is it blocking my spiritual power? Can the relics of great monks do it? It shouldn't be!"

He immediately denied it.

The thoughts permeate and sank into the relics. Immediately, a vast ocean of golden light appeared in the sea of ​​mind. The Buddhist son sang and worshiped by sentient beings. It has the Zen rhyme of bliss and the terrifying mental power that is rich to the extreme.

"I see!"

Chu Yang suddenly realized, "Little Tathagata, this relic comes from a monk from the Vedic temple eight hundred years ago. It contains extremely rich spiritual and mental power. It is estimated that it has reached the fifth level of illusion, with a faint trend of transformation. It is reasonable to be able to block my spiritual power."

"This time, I have survived the disaster of Jinguang Temple. The next time, I'm afraid it will be the real disaster of life and death?"

Chu Yang frowned and felt heavy.

How could Jinguang Temple let it go if it kills many genius powerhouses, including Fajian?

Spit out a breath of turbid air, put your hands together, and place the relics in your palm.

Chu Yang immediately used the Heaven-Swallowing Technique to refine relics, transform them into his body, and accumulate them further.

Rumble...!

Although the relics are not big, they contain a tiny amount of power, which turns into a stream, flows into the body, and divides into three strands. One of them flows into the mind, strengthens the spiritual power, the second is integrated into all parts of the body, and settles down, the third is sank into the sea of ​​the heart, strengthening the spiritual power.

The power of the Buddha's relics made Chu Yang feel unexpected. While refining, his mind turned and thoughts were filled with light.

At the same time, in the extreme north of the Northern Wilderness, there are storms that tear the earth apart all year round, with snowflakes comparable to divine weapons in the wind, and the ground is covered with ice for thousands of years.

This is a forbidden zone for humans.

It is extremely difficult for the great master to survive when he comes here.

It is in such a place that there is a bottomless abyss. In the depths of the dark ground, there is a strong man sitting cross-legged. His left face is infinitely compassionate. On the left side of his body, there is a Buddha's light rippling, filled with a peaceful aura; his right face is evil and ferocious, and the entire right side is filled with dark demonic energy, containing the violent and fierce evil.

The left is compassionate, the right is evil, and it seems that the whole is divided into two.

"Hmm? I smelled the breath of my heart!"

The old man had no hair on his head, and was obviously a monk. His eyes, which had been closed for hundreds of years, suddenly opened his eyes and shot out a terrible light, annihilated the void ahead.

"This breath is too familiar, who is it?"

The old monk murmured, and behind him, a vast ocean appeared, interpreting the Pure Land of Buddha. Inside, there were golden light everywhere, thousands of Buddha sons kept singing, and hundreds of millions of believers worshipped him. At the top of the center, a Buddha sat upright.

Finally, a big Buddha suddenly appeared and rose into the void.

"So it's Canaan's nephew!"

The old monk finally confirmed.

A faint sigh, the eternal loneliness and great hatred for thousands of years.

"In the battle, I saw you killed with my own eyes. Now your breath must be a relics... Is it refined by others?" the old monk murmured, "The breath is not far away, it must be in the northern wilderness. Who is it?"

He raised his dry arm, stretched out his index finger, condensed a little golden light, and went forward, breaking time and space, and breaking through the vastness. At the same time, his eyes shone with divine light, peeking at the long river of fate.

Click...!

Above the sky, a thunder suddenly fell, shaking his whole body and bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

"Damn it!"

The old monk roared, setting off a storm of destruction, and finally he calmed down.

"The young breath can actually refine the relics of Canaan. It seems that he also has the taste of the soul in his body."

The old monk bent his mouth, with compassion on his mouth and evil on his right.

"Go and catch him!"

There was a ray of breath in his hand at some point, and he shook his hands and scattered in the darkness.

Ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao a

In the depths of the darkness, sounds like beasts roars immediately, followed by human figures, crawling towards the sky, and finally drilling out through a tiny passage.

Whoosh...!

There was a larger figure, turning into a stream of light, and it was about to rush out, but it was silently annihilated, not even a drop of dust left.

"These children are probably going to be nothing!"

The old monk murmured, his face twitched, raised his arm, and fired a strongest blow upwards.

In the cave, Chu Yang's breath became thicker and thicker, and his heart became wider and wider until it reached its limit.

Bang……!

The golden relics are getting smaller and smaller, but when they reach the core, Chu Yang's whole body is shocked.

As the information is refined, it flows into the sea of ​​heart.

That is the inheritance contained in the power of the mind.

"Picking the flower finger, escaping the hurricane step, and the Great Sun Tathagata's palm, shouting with a blow!"

Chu Yang quickly absorbed it, and in the end, four unique Buddhist skills appeared in his heart, all of which were complete martial arts.

"The Dharma is spread to the mind?"

While digesting, Chu Yang had a guess.

This relics come from the Vedic temple, and the Heart Sutra of Dead Wood is the treasure of the Vedic temple. Only the core Buddhist son can practice it. It is natural to spread the Dharma with the soul.

Even if death is done, inheritance is contained in the soul.

"It's also a good fortune!"

Chu Yang continued to refine without joy or sorrow, and finally, the relics turned into dust and sprinkled on the ground.

"My soul's illusion has reached its limit. If you go further, you will turn the virtual into reality!"

Chu Yang smiled and stood up. The rock under his feet made a cracking sound, which made him stunned and then smiled again.

The accumulation was too deep, which made his weight reach an incredible level.

"It weighs at least three thousand pounds!"

Chu Yang estimated.

This time, the harvest was huge. Not only did he obtain the unique inheritance of the Jinguang Temple as the Zhenzong, but his spiritual illusion sea also reached its peak.

Retreat the formation and walked out.

As soon as I arrived outside the cave, I saw a black wind sweeping over, covering the sky and submerging everything under the sky. However, this time, it was not as violent as when I first arrived, and it was much smaller.

He jumped to the top of the mountain and was in the wind. He opened his arms and embraced the world.

But in a cup of tea, the black wind disappeared without a trace, but Chu Yang frowned.

In the distance, figures jumped in.

Those figures, every time they jump, they reach a height of 100 meters. After falling, they advance hundreds of meters away, and they are simply fleas in the mountains and forests.

“What are these?”

Thoughts swept across the board, Chu Yang discovered that these all had human bodies, but they had dense blood-colored patterns on their bodies, even on their faces. They were all blood-red, and on the top of their heads, they had spiral patterns on their horns.

Their aura was extremely evil, filled with chaotic violent murderous intent, even more beastly than wild beasts.

"Demon?"

Chu Yang guessed in his heart, "But why so many?"

In a blink of an eye, more than thirty evil demons arrived near and surrounded him in the middle.

Without saying a word, he rushed over.

Bang...!

Chu Yang knocked the first one to fly away with one punch, but he did not die. He immediately evaluated that this evil demon was as good as a genius master. Although it was not as good as the Dharma, it was not much less powerful in terms of power.

"Their target just now was me? Did they discover it in advance? Or?"
Chapter completed!