God Ring Howl

Zhao Xiang tried his best to control the emotional storm surging up in the depths of his soul.

He looked up at Huitong in the milky white light and told him every secret with his lips moving.

Benefactor, through thousands of years of practice, I have already cultivated the Celestial Eye that Master passed on to me to the level of Dacheng.

Tianertong only has a small success, his heart is superficial, and his mind, fate, and leaks are lingering outside the door and cannot enter. It needs further training, expansion, and promotion from the benefactor.

If these six skills are cultivated to the level of Xiaocheng, the tragedies of the Zhao family for 2000 million years will end in the hands of the benefactor.

After thousands of years of deduction, the old monk temporarily merged the three supernatural powers of Tianyantong, Tianertong, and his heart.

That's how I came to this conclusion.

Not only that, but two conditions must be met to reach this conclusion.

First of all, it must be said within twenty breaths when life is about to die, and second, it must be told to a descendant of the Zhao family.

Only in this way can the Zhao family have the possibility of ending the tragedy, and the benefactor will not fall into the conspiracy designed by a certain organization.

As for the old monk, only by seizing the fleeting time of the last twenty breaths of his life can he avoid the fate of being calculated by a certain organization again, and the benefactor can break through the cunning conspiracy laid by that organization possible.

Donors must remember that there is a mysterious person named Zi Mo Jun, who imprisoned me.

As for Xuanzong, it was just one of his pawns, at most an important one.

As for the Zhao family, according to the old monk's deduction, Mr. Zimo should know a thing or two, but not too much.

He is just a small figure in a terrorist organization, and he can give up anytime and anywhere.

The benefactor must remember that Qingluo Star is not as simple as the benefactor imagined.

Now is the meeting of winds and clouds, and the forces of all parties have launched a life-and-death competition here.

The Buddha Sect is one of their main battlefields, which stems from the fact that the old monk has achieved success in cultivation and formed the legendary Golden Buddha Fruit.

The benefactor, the old monk relying on Tianyan can vaguely see that many people with great supernatural powers are paying close attention to the Buddhist sect.

Donors must remember,.

When the old man passed away, the golden Buddha fruit would be formed immediately.

The benefactor must take it into the ancestral orifice of your forehead as quickly as possible, remember to remember.

As for Chixiazi, the founder of the Wuyue School, to be precise, he actually fell into the plan of a certain organization.

It's just a little accident, but the overall direction is basically not bad, and it hasn't deviated from the original track.

Only Taoism and Confucianism in Qingshui Kingdom can still maintain some fundamentals. The Buddhist sect where the old monk belongs actually did not exist 500 years ago. There are only a few people who can still be regarded as the descendants of the Buddhist sect. When the opportunity arises, the benefactor will help Sikong and Yunkong. The two of them have always been loyal to the Buddhist sect, and their character and cultivation are all good.

As for Zhikong, he is the most proud disciple of the old monk. If you take his soul into the divine ring, it will be considered a fortune for him.

Yuan Kong doesn't have to worry about it, he has his own destination, and pestering him won't bring any benefit to the benefactor.

The old monk always feels that this person is cunning, maybe it is a chess piece arranged by Lord Zi Mo, and I don't know.

The Strong Spirit Jue is a secret not handed down by the Buddhist sect. It can repair the injured soul of the benefactor. It is a rare magic method for repairing the soul in the world.

Zi Mojun's purpose of controlling the Buddha Sect is not only to obtain the Golden Buddha Fruit, but also to use this Strong Spirit Art.

Since this tactic has been passed on to the benefactor, the benefactor will be the abbot of the Buddhist sect from now on.

In the lineage of the Buddhist sect, the benefactor must pass it on well.

The old monk always has a feeling that the reason why Qing Luoxing can still maintain temporary peace may have a lot to do with the Strong Spirit Art and the Golden Buddha Fruit. Maybe the organization Zi Mojun is in is only short of these two things before it is fully prepared.

There are many things that are too late to explain to the benefactor.

After the old monk passed away, the old monk's own experience, the mysteries about the use of the strong spirit formula, the golden Buddha fruit and other exercises will be transformed into a message and transmitted to the forehead ancestral orifice of the benefactor.

Amitabha, benefactor, I will leave now.

I don't go to hell who goes to hell,.

Master, the disciples are coming...

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As if after careful calculation, Huitong's timing is quite accurate, once the confession of these words is over, twenty breaths will arrive.

No. The moment the 20th breath just ended, a group of raging flames suddenly ignited and burned in the cave.

Huitong, who was wrapped in the flames, had his white hair shattered, turning into a puff of blue smoke and disappearing without a trace.

Then the densely wrinkled facial skin suddenly became ruddy and clean.

Sword eyebrows, bright eyes, nose augmentation, and wide forehead are common appearance characteristics of men in the Zhao family.

The temperature of the flame was extremely high, close to a thousand degrees, and it took about ten breaths of work before Huitong burned his body calmly and solemnly.

At the moment when the body was burnt, the blazing red flame disappeared without a trace as if screeching to a halt.

Almost at the same time, a ray of milky white light shot straight at the ancestral orifice on Zhao Xiang's forehead.

According to the great pain in his heart, Zhao Xiangqiang rushed to the place where Huitong was sitting and melting with both hands.

The relic left after being burned by the fire, that is, the golden Buddha fruit, is in the shape of a golden fist, and it spins rapidly.

Then the golden Buddha fruit burst out with golden light, the most pure and holy, the most soft and steel.

If there is spirituality, the golden Buddha fruit is ejected from the ground with a whoosh.

The golden Buddha fruit emits a pure sound like the Garden of Eden.

At the same time, it drew a vigorous arc and shot directly at the ancestral orifice on Zhao Xiang's forehead.

Zhao Xiang immediately dodges without hesitation, and in the next moment he hides into the fifth layer of the altar's core god ring.

He knew that, as a descendant of the Zhao family, Huitong would never deceive him. Now, in fact, the Buddhist sect is in a treacherous situation, and all powerful opponents are secretly watching, waiting for the most favorable time to strike hard. The reason is to covet Huitong. The Strong Spirit Jue, the Golden Buddha Fruit, and even other things, perhaps limited to the cultivation base and realm, Huitong didn't figure it out.

In addition, Zhao Xiang also had a faint feeling that if he didn't enter the divine ring as soon as possible to avoid the edge, then he and Huitong would really fall into a big scheme as Huitong said before.

as predicted.

The moment Fang hid into the divine ring.

Several strands of powerful and rare spiritual thoughts, not weaker than those of the immortals in the fairy world, swept forward with reckless abandon.

Zhao Xiang's eyes flickered with colorful lights and he snorted coldly, then he crossed his knees on the fifth floor, and Uncle Huan put his hand down.

Outside the divine ring, the divine sense that had just been swept away came to investigate again, and after wandering around for a while, Fang left without finding anything.

In the next few months, these divine thoughts came to scan continuously, and the frequency gradually decreased, and then became even rarer.

And Zhao Xiang inside the divine ring no longer cared about the indiscriminate bombardment and wanton investigation of the divine sense outside.

The ancestral orifice on his forehead melted into a piece of information that Huitong flew over before he sat down.

At this very moment, this information is setting off an earth-shattering turmoil in his heart.

In the depths of Zhao Xiang's soul, familiar faces floated up, and he opened up strange and friendly pictures one after another:

Five thousand and 100 years ago, Hui Tong was born in Zhaojia Village, Qingshui State. The lay name was Zhao Tong, and his twin brother was Zhao Hui.

When Zhao Tong was four years old, he left home by chance, and because he was chasing a cat, he strayed into the mountains and met a traveling monk.

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