Chapter 500 Explodes Ten Times the Combat Power!

This is the entrance to Hongya Road. The empty land in front of us cannot reach the sky or the earth, and it is not very wide.

You can vaguely see a thin line at the end, which is a crack. It is empty and empty. Once you enter it, you can't see where you will fall, and you are in a state of confusion.

Near the entrance of Hongya Road, countless ruin-like temples floated. Just as He Ping approached here, a sudden change occurred. Countless ruins exploded in the void, and roaring sounds were transmitted from them. An extremely evil screaming sound.

Buzz!

At this moment, the extremely harsh ghost howl, even with the protection of the Puppet Demon City, was transmitted to the formation, and even He Ping frowned subconsciously.

Chi!

As if they had discovered that there were still living people in the Puppet Demon City, strange birds transformed from shadows swooped down from all directions.

Countless black feathers floated in the air, and groups of shadows flickered and flew closer, charging like locusts.

These strange birds all have human faces, and each face is very old. The dry skin is covered with wrinkles. Their claws are like wind. When they pounce down, strong mana fluctuations burst out from their claws.

"These evil spirits are very powerful, and their strength is at the Taoist level?"

He Ping was also surprised by this. All of these strange bird evil spirits were very powerful. They spread their wings, and their bodies were filled with evil spirits. Their sharp claws were like ten scissors, and they were flashing with a fierce light.

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk!

One after another, claws broke through the air and struck, each one containing evil energy, like countless pitch-black spears, bombarding the defensive formation outside the Puppet Demon City. As the aura runes circulated, invisible air currents dispersed. Come on, the power of the Qi Jin explosion seems to have caused cracks in the space.

"This attack is not weak at all!"

He Ping did not take action. The Puppet Demonic City was the most precious treasure to suppress the religion. Even if he did not have to take action, the magic circles inside were running smoothly, just like the trajectory of stars in the sky, flowing endlessly and seamlessly.

There are a large number of evil spirits, united together, and densely packed. I don’t know how many. They are ancient witch sects and monks who practice the Shinto system. After death, they degenerated into ghosts and evil spirits. Strictly speaking, they were transferred from Shinto. Ghosts are not real ghosts, but alternative "ghosts".

The attacks launched by these half-ghost and half-god evil spirits did not break the aura of the puppet demon city, but the repeated shocks also caused the demon city to tremble slightly.

He Ping didn't want to pay attention to them. He knew that these strange bird evil spirits were very difficult to deal with. As long as he killed one, the evil spirit aura on his body would be contaminated and entangled, making it almost impossible to get rid of them.

The curse brought by evil spirits contains misfortune and decline. Even masters of manifesting gods and cultivating Dharma Body and Rainbow Body realms would not dare to provoke them easily, for fear of being cursed and triggering some kind of mysterious catastrophe, which will lead to eternal disaster.

"You don't need to pay too much attention to it. The evil spirits and filth released by these 'ghosts' evil spirits can be used just in time. This power is collected, and then bombarded with the help of the Red Corpse Mysterious Demon Cannon, and the Red Corpse explodes. The accumulated destructive power of the Seven Evil Divine Light is enough to bombard a passage, and all these strange birds and evil spirits can be dispersed!"

He Ping didn't even take action. The spiritual light patterns on the outside of the Puppet Demonic City flowed, and the lasing resounded, as if the true energy was walking through the meridians. It was really horrifying.

Inside this huge metal mechanism city, various formations are also operating, and majestic energy is also accumulating. It is like a powerful monk, relying on the power of the outside world, accumulating powerful energy, breathing heavily, and being ready to launch the most tyrannical attack at any time. A blow.

"Please wait, Master!"

The Yuan Ling of the Puppet Demon City suddenly sent a message.

"Never use the Red Corpse Mysterious Demon Cannon to create a passage. These strange birds and evil spirits are considered to be ghosts and gods. They contain a kind of spiritual divinity, which is of great benefit to Yuanlings like us... The master can try something Suppressing these aliens and allowing me to absorb them will help me condense the Middle Thousand Worlds faster and achieve the Great Perfection state!"

"Um?"

He Ping was also moved in his heart. He originally had no interest in these strange birds and evil spirits, but when he heard Yuan Ling, his family's most precious treasure, speak like this, he immediately had an idea.

"These strange bird evil spirits were all monks who practiced Shinto during their lives. After death, they became ghosts and gods. Some kind of spiritual spirit contained in them is actually beneficial to the magic weapon Yuanling... Anyway, then I will take action!"

Suddenly, He Ping's body changed. The Yuan Shen Dharma Body seemed to be constantly changing its combination. With one palm, he broke through the void, and when he grabbed it with his right hand, it turned into a golden Buddha's hand.

This golden Buddha's hand is a nine-fingered hand, and its image is very similar to the Buddha's hand in the sky of the Daxi Night Kingdom Buddhism. At this time, his cultivation is so earth-shattering, he grabs it with one claw, and even the void is jumping.

During this period, He Ping meditated on the "Supreme Yoga Shattered Vajrayana" and understood the mysteries of dependent origination and cessation, formation, abiding and destruction of emptiness, and the passing of kalpas and kalpas in Buddhism. He also had a profound understanding, understanding and understanding of the spirit, soul, and heaven. Research.

His golden Buddha hand was transformed from the prosthetic hand of a red copper puppet, but each finger on this nine-fingered hand represented the five kinds of emptiness, as well as the formation, continuation, and destruction in the five kalpas. , the end of these four great tribulations.

As for the last "empty" kalpa of the Broken Vajrayana, the Buddha Dharma is the true meaning, the meaning of the Tao, and the wisdom. This is the core of the Dharma that the Buddha originally understood. It is neither written in words nor in words. It is the wonderful mind of Nirvana. This reality has no form, so there is no tenth Buddha finger.

The nine-fingered hand grabbed it in the air, and the surrounding space and time also rotated, distorting light like a black hole, sucking in all the evil spirits and strange birds, and poured directly into the depths of the palm of the nine-fingered hand.

"Very good!"

The consciousness of Yuanling in Puppet Demon City has become more and more mature these days. Its wisdom is equivalent to that of a child. It knows that these evil spirits and strange birds are super tonics for Yuanlings like it. After absorbing it, it will condense the world faster. , also has great benefits for achieving a perfect state.

"When matter dies, emptiness never dies; when the body dies, the mind never dies!"

With a grab with his nine-fingered hand, a large whirlpool distorted the space. The hundreds of evil spirits closest to him were twisted like noodles and were sucked into it.

"boom!"

The more than 300 evil spirits at the beginning were pinched hard by this big hand, squeezed into a ball in the palm, and sent into the Demon City of Puppet.

At the same time, the big golden hand moved slightly, and a spatial storm shot out from the palm. Thousands of evil spirits around him were unable to dodge, and were directly smashed into pieces. Then they were caught by the palm, trying to catch them all in one go.

Just when He Ping was about to succeed, seven or eight powerful wills burst out from the depths of the ruined temple on Hongya Road that was like an asteroid belt.

"Be bold!"

"court death!"

"Don't stop yet!"

There was a loud bang, and several powerful phantoms flew over. Each of them looked like ghosts and gods in the void. Some were winged men with wings growing from their backs; others were like giants, wearing armor; and some were wearing golden crowns. A tall and mighty man of God with three heads and six arms.

Before and after, there were a total of eight powerful ancient beings. Each shadow seemed to be shrouded in a layer of holy light. It was light and hazy and otherworldly. It seemed that its own magic power was bottomless, and its aura was surging to the extreme, like a ghost. Among them are the gods of destiny who exist in ancient sacrifices.

"Despicable reptiles, despicable humans, you dare to kill even our dependents of the gods of destiny, how brave you are!"

An indescribable solemn pressure enveloped him.

"How are you going to compensate us, humans!"

He Ping was not in a hurry to reply. He was observing and calculating in secret.

"It's not an entity, it's not a physical body, and it's not the soul of a spiritual master. These things are condensed from the incense thoughts. It's a bit close to the 'incense golden body' of the Wenxiang Sect!?"

He Ping's eyelids twitched.

At the same time as the eight void ghosts and gods descended, rays of peaceful, domineering, and powerful will swept over them, and the cold void turbulence also became warm. The pure yang energy was very cold, very close to the soul. Dharmakaya.

"Pure Yang thoughts... that's not right either. This is the innate pure Yang breath that simulates the soul. These guys are not masters of the soul level. They are something close to the soul condensed with the help of wish power."

He Ping sensed the coming of these eight powerful wills, and his heart skipped a beat, because the auras of these eight guys were extremely strong, giving the impression that they were eight powerful men with the level of gods.

Eight masters of magic show up all of a sudden, what kind of joke are you kidding!

He Ping was a little dumbfounded at the time, thinking that masters of manifesting spirits were not a big deal. It was impossible for eight manifesting spirits to suddenly emerge and cultivate the body of the soul.

The voice of the little stone Buddha also rang.

"You guessed it right. These things are equivalent to external incarnations, and there is no realm of spiritual manifestation... No, they are not external incarnations specially made by monks. They may be some powerful cultivating forces in the past who established sects and created sects. A statue of a god collects the wishes of all living beings and condenses them into a 'god' with the wishes of countless mortals."

"They are not true gods, they are just false gods and ghosts transformed by human thoughts. But later they swallowed the souls of Shinto monks and acquired their own will. The illusion turned into reality, and they became degenerates who possessed themselves. God."

"Fallen God?"

He Ping asked calmly: "Whether it's Sui Luo or not, it's all an illusory false god, right?"

"That's right."

The little stone Buddha sighed: "Shinto is closely related to Wumen, and its foundation is based on the ancestors' worship of nature. However, the human race has developed rapidly. When it reaches a certain level, it can develop and utilize nature, and the awe of nature is greatly reduced. Shinto was gradually eliminated by the world, and the Shinto practice system was also eliminated by the spiritual world."

"Whether it is the false gods created by Shinto or these fallen gods, without mortal sacrifice, they will lose their souls sooner or later and be annihilated by ashes. Only this Hongya Road is a special alien time and space, and these fallen gods can also exist. In this Hongya Dao, they are here to survive." "They are relics from ancient times, and their existence is equivalent to fossils in the world of practice. If you can, don't destroy them. Hongya Road itself is a special place in the world of practice. The location is of great significance to the spiritual world.”

This little stone Buddha came out to chat with He Ping, seemingly hoping that He Ping would spare these fallen gods.

"What you said sounds nice, but the current situation is that these guys don't intend to let me go!"

He Ping could already sense that as soon as he appeared here, he was stared at by these eight fallen gods. It seemed that his existence was like a big fat man.

‘...He’s a human race, and he’s also a master of manifesting his powers! ’

The thoughts of the eight fallen gods sounded in the void, communicating with each other.

'This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us. We must know that the soul of the Xian Shen monk is extremely nourishing to us gods. Eight hundred years ago, if we hadn't been lucky enough to swallow a dying Xian Shen monk, The soul will not get rid of its confused state and regain some sanity! ’

The one who said this was the fallen god with three heads and six arms.

‘That’s fine! ’

Another fallen god, whose form is constantly changing, twisted and ferocious, said coldly: "We fallen gods are completely dependent on the incense and incense power of living beings. Without the incense and incense power, we will die sooner or later unless we find other ways." , to survive. ’

'That's right, staying here in Hong Ya Dao is just hanging on for a while, and now we have no choice but to take action against this Xian Shen to seize that glimmer of life...'

The giant-like gods are also secretly sending messages to their "companions".

"I have already set my sights on this divine body. If I seize a body, I can survive for a while longer. I can even go to the real world, seize the power of faith, and return to the peak level."

‘It’s useless to talk about this. If you don’t kill this Xian Shen, any physical body or nourishment will be empty talk. ’

The thought snorted coldly: 'To kill a Xian Shen, it is best to strike with thunder. Our eight fallen gods are not inferior to Xian Shen in terms of power, and even contain pure Yang thoughts. Even masters at the pinnacle of Taoism cannot compare. But when it comes to understanding the way of heaven and controlling the rules, it is still far from that level. ’

‘A thunderous strike must be struck by thunder! ’

One of the eight wills said slowly: "The only way to kill this person is a sneak attack. Other methods have limited effect on the previous manifested soul. After he regained his breath, he was able to escape even if he was not our opponent. A strong man with a divine level has countless ways to escape, so he must be killed with a sneak attack without leaving any space. ’

After discussing this behind the scenes, these fallen gods still maintain the majesty and solemnity of the gods on the surface.

"Do you know that what you are devouring is our family members. These family members have sunk here for many years and have been contaminated by the power of Taoism. They contain the curse of doom. Mortal, we can give you a chance, as long as you are willing to become our The believers of the God of Destiny can also help you get rid of this curse and misfortune..."

"Yes, this is your chance, mortal."

The three-headed and six-armed god has a simple face, and his eyebrows, facial features, and beard all have a solemn and solemn look, and his golden skin also shines with divine brilliance.

"Serving our gods is also of great benefit to monks like you who are in the realm of manifesting the gods. Your current cultivation level is at most the realm of feathering the rainbow body. With our help, you may have the opportunity to be promoted to the realm of refining. The level of virtual creation.”

"oh?"

He Ping pretended to be concerned and asked: "How do you say this?"

"We can teach you the secret method of witchcraft passed down in ancient times."

The fallen god who looked like a winged man smiled and said: "In addition, we can also provide you with some rare and rare objects for your cultivation, but you must agree to some of our requirements."

"Monk Xian Shen, you want to be our preacher. When you return to the real world, you will establish a religion for us so that mortals will become our believers. Then you will focus your huge power of faith to activate the sublimation. Use your strength to help us get rid of our degradation and return to the top!"

The gods with three heads and six arms continued to explain, but these fallen gods were just stalling for time. On the one hand, they pretended to talk to He Ping;

On the other hand, the mana of these eight guys actually fluctuated out, penetrated into the void, and quickly arranged several terrifying formations. The formations were connected to each other, like a dragnet, surrounding each other layer by layer.

The eight gods are all masters who are good at sneak attacks. The formations they set up are no small feat. Even the masters of manifesting the gods with extremely exquisite magic power will not be able to detect this layer that penetrates into the void fault if they have not cultivated to the level of truth. Formation.

Buzz!

Several formations quickly lit up with white light, blooming from the void. The next second, a circle of rune chains like circular threads soared from several formations, surrounding He Ping who was trapped in them. Flying on.

"Take action!"

Boom!

Eight powerful fallen gods swish to occupy eight directions, and with these formations and rune chains, they launch a thunderous strike.

"You are really looking for death."

He Ping smiled coldly, stepped forward with his right foot, and stepped into the void. His feet stepped on the void, and the golden earth condensed in the air, and his figure suddenly split into ten He Pings.

Each He Ping made a seal, and at this moment, his combat power exploded ten times! ! !