Talk about bragging, why do you really have the qualifications of a great emperor?

Chapter 327 Come on! My merit!
  "There are so many resentful souls hidden here. If we could save them all, the merits would be astronomical!"

Wang Xiu's eyes flickered, and he had a vague suspicion in his heart.

I don’t know how many years this world has existed.

Judging from what Wang Xiu has encountered along the way, they have a history of at least tens of thousands or even a hundred thousand years.

During this long time, the creatures who died here cannot be reincarnated.

All souls are accumulated here.

How terrifying is the number?
  If all are saved, converted into successful virtues, it will be enough to create a true Buddha in this world.

of course.

Also because the quantity is too huge.

For ordinary Buddhist monks, even if they don't rest day and night, and perform salvation all the time, it would take an unimaginably long time to purify the remaining souls in this place.

Without thousands of years, it is basically impossible.

Furthermore.

This place is so weird.

Perhaps even the most prosperous Buddhist holy places in Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

There are few people who can go as deep into this place as Wang Xiu.

Just those strong men from the previous generation who were controlled by the death energy were enough to cause a headache.

Even if they arrive, such a terrifying number of resentful souls may have begun to bite back before they can be saved.

The Quasi-Emperor Supreme did not dare to break in easily.

"The three-life stone stands beside the Yellow Spring and determines the cause and effect of all living beings! It has the function of purifying the past and present lives and ending love, hatred and hatred. It has miraculous effects in purifying the residual souls and resentments. If it can be refined, the efficiency of salvation may be greater. A hundred times more!"

With the mystery of the three living stones.

If the body is here.

With Wang Xiu's cultivation at this moment, even if he uses all his methods, it would be difficult to refine it, let alone use its great power.

But if it's just fragments.

Wang Xiu urged the Underworld Emperor's Prison Suppression Sutra, summoned the Underworld Emperor's dharma body, and put a mark on it. It might not be impossible!

"A treasure comparable to a quasi-emperor's weapon, coupled with endless merit! If you don't fight for this opportunity, you will be a monk in vain!" Wang Xiu's eyes bloomed with strange light, and he sat down without hesitation, urging the Underworld Emperor to suppress Hell Scripture.

The mana in his body surged, and endless runes emerged, gathering the Hades Emperor's dharma body.

Treasure is solemn.

It's like the presence of a god.

He slowly raised his hand, and the huge Hades Emperor dharma body made the same movement, and his palm covered the three-life stone tablet.

Buzz!

this moment.

The Sansheng Stone reacted immediately, glowing all over, and ancient runes lit up, and then a bunch of densely packed ancient characters like tadpoles floated out, forming a scripture in mid-air.

"Is this...an exercise?"

Wang Xiu's spiritual consciousness swept over it, and the profound meaning of those scriptures suddenly emerged in his mind.

But this scripture is incomplete.

It's messy and disorganized, just part of it, making it hard to see what it is.

Wang Xiu kept these in mind silently.

Then he continued to activate his magic power, and runes continued to fall on the three-life stone tablet.

The Hades' Prison-Suppressing Sutra is unique.

Here you feel like a fish in water, and all kinds of mysteries can be fully displayed.

Strange lights are constantly emerging from the Sansheng Stone.

The lake is covered with mist and clouds, making it look like a fairyland. It seems to be completely different from the ghosts and ghosts before.

……

Three years later.

"receive!"

Wang Xiu suddenly opened his eyes, and the vigorous aura around his body suddenly spread around him, and the lake water boiled and rolled continuously.

At the center of the lake.

The Sansheng Stone Tablet, which was more than a hundred feet high, was filled with golden light. It rose from the ground and set off huge waves.

Then it continued to shrink, turning into a few inches in size, like a stone tablet, and was held in the palm of Wang Xiu's hand.

Wang Xiu's eyes were calm as he played with the Sansheng Stone Tablet, which was moist and as warm as jade. He couldn't help but sigh: "Even if it is just a fragment of the real Sansheng Stone, it is not a mortal thing! The Hades Suppressing Prison Sutra has an auxiliary effect on refining this thing. It’s surprising, but even so, it took me three years to refine this thing!”

I want to completely refine this thing.

I'm afraid it still needs a long time of sacrifice and nourishment.

But think carefully.

This is also normal.

Even if it is an ordinary quasi-imperial weapon, it will take thousands of years to successfully refine it. The subsequent sacrificial refining must be polished by the long life of a strong quasi-emperor.

The longer the sacrifice, the stronger it becomes.

I have never heard of anyone whose treasure can be completely refined within a few years.

It would be even more difficult for real imperial soldiers.

Unless it is refined by one's own hands, that is another matter.

If future generations want to refine the imperial weapons of their predecessors, the time required is unimaginable.

Just wanting to use it initially would take at least hundreds of years to prepare.

Again.

The way of heaven is clear, and everything exists for its own reason.

Although monks with high cultivation level have long longevity.

But it seems that because of this, the higher the cultivation level, the longer it takes to do anything.

Whether it is practicing, retreating, refining weapons, refining elixirs, or studying Taoism...

At a low level, the time unit used is often a few years, at most no more than ten years or decades.

But as the realm gets higher and higher.

Often hundreds of years have passed since a mediocre practice.

Want to live longer.

It takes longer to invest.

This is common sense in the world of immortality.

It's just that along the way, Wang Xiu relied on golden fingers and unique opportunities. The longest training in his memory was the moment when he understood the origin of Zhulong in the Zhulong space.

But even that time.

It is also because the time flow rate in the Zhulong space is different from that in the outside world.

The time that Wang Xiu really felt was not that long.

Until now.

Wang Xiu is not yet a hundred years old!

At this age, in the world of spiritual practice, some people with ordinary qualifications may not have even established a foundation!

Some Yuanying Venerables may stay in seclusion for more than a hundred years at a time.

And Wang Xiu.

It took such a short period of time to reach where we are today.

He has always been accustomed to his own practice rhythm.

I feel that this is what cultivation is all about.

Until today, he had a vague feeling of a "real" immortal cultivator.

This kind of experience that lasted for several years in the blink of an eye was very new to him!
  ……

Wang Xiu held the pocket version of the "Three Lives Stone" stele and felt the flow of mysterious power within it, as if he could see the past and present lives of countless creatures as soon as he closed his eyes.

"The ancient monks once had a method of practice called the 'Red Dust Way', which emphasized hiding in the world of mortals, observing the vicissitudes of life, the ups and downs of the world, and understanding the great path! This three-life stone tablet must be of great benefit to this kind of practice..."

Wang Xiu's eyes flashed, feeling a bit regretful.

I have no inheritance in this area.

Otherwise, we would have to arrange an incarnation of the soul to follow the path of human beings and enter the Tao. With the three-life stone tablet, I think the success will be great.

He shook his head and put away these trivial thoughts.

Wang Xiu took a deep breath and looked at the big lake in front of him.

After losing the Sansheng Stone Tablet.

The lake water became more and more turbid, showing a dead black color.

The air of death that fills the sky will surely become more silent than before.

It gives people a feeling that even the "death energy" is dead.

Extremely weird.

"Without this three-life stone tablet, if thousands or tens of thousands of years pass here, some terrible evil spirits may hatch out!"

Wang Xiu clicked his tongue twice.

No more ink marks, running skills, and pouring powerful mana into the Sansheng Stone Stele, the light suddenly increased, and rays of rays filled with mysterious aura surged out of the stone stele and spread in all directions.

In an instant.

The death energy that enveloped this giant peak began to fluctuate.

In the shadow of Huang Quan, the densely packed resentful souls were suddenly startled, and then turned their heads to look here in order.

"Come on! My merit!"

(End of this chapter)