MTL - History’s Number 1 Founder-~ 68. Huang Quanzhu internal (third!)

Under the control of Lin Feng, twenty-four Jinguang Luohan stood in three directions, surrounded by Sikongan.

Three flames of Lohan rose into the air, and under each body of the flames, there were seven arhats holding them up, and the source of the Buddha's light was continuously supplied to the flames.

The flames of the flames of Rohan are getting bigger and bigger, rushing to the sky, and they are connected in a sacred sea.

Lin Feng is now angry and dazzling: "I am compassionate, and I am angry, angry, annihilating the demon, burning everything!"

Bang!

The entire Huangquanzhu space was shaken a bit, and then I saw a golden Buddha with four sides, eight arms and angry expression rising slowly from the sea of ​​fire. The Buddha's eyebrows closed a vertical eye.

The golden Buddha's mouth is a deafening voice. In the sound of the Buddha's voice, the eyebrows are open and the eyebrows are opened. From the vertical eyes, a milky white flame is shot.

The milky white flame looks extremely fragile, as if a gust of wind can blow out.

Sikongan met, but he was terrified: "Ming Wang! You have actually cultivated the anger of the Ming Dynasty!"

I saw the milky white flame in the void, where the flame burned, where the space began to collapse and collapse!

Lin Feng reached out and pointed, and the milky white flame suddenly turned into a straight thin line and shot toward Sikong South.

Where the fire line passed, the mana of Huangquanzhu's purification of all things was suddenly destroyed, and it was impossible to resist the advancement of the fire line. The fire line hit the black fog of Sikongnan's body, as if Mars had splashed into the oil pan.

"Boom"!

The black mist was completely annihilated, and all burned up, turning into a blazing flame, turning Sikongan into a fireman.

Whether it is the mana of Huang Quanzhu or the mana of Sikongan, this moment is turned into a fuel of flame, which fuels the burning of fire.

Not ignoring the wrath of the King, the flames are incomparable anger thoughts, the Buddha is also angry, burning all the anger thoughts, even if it is the same as the flame, as long as it is not the seven real fires, it will be burned by the Ming Wang anger.

Sikongan finally felt the threat of death, and his heart was frightened and added: "When it is really the tiger, Pingyang is bullied by the dog! The old man has fallen to the head of such a junior riding on the head. If it is in the past, a finger will kill him!"

"At this juncture, I can't care too much. If the old man is dead, he will pull you back."

Sikongan screamed: "Small beasts, die together!"

With his snoring, a whisper came from the depths of the space inside Huang Quanzhu.

Lin Feng slightly frowned, and he listened to it. It seemed to be the sound of the water.

"This is..." Lin Feng changed his mind and thought of something in his heart, but he had no time to react.

The sound of the water flow is far and near, and it is getting bigger and bigger. At the end, it has become a loud bang of the rumbling, as if the dam broke the dyke!

A long river with a dim color and transparent water flowed down and rushed toward Lin Feng and Sikongan.

Lin Feng snorted: "Dry!"

It turns out that there is no Huangquan Zhenshui in Huangquanzhu. On the contrary, there is a huge amount of Huangquan real water stored here!

However, because Sikongan has not been able to control Huangquanzhu, so these Huangquan real water is also a flooding beast for him, and he dares not touch it easily.

But at this moment, he has been forced to the road by Lin Feng, naturally let go of all the scruples, simply recruit Huang Quanzhen, and Lin Feng with the same.

Lin Feng's face is ugly, and his own drive is not a real fire. It is just a small flame. In the face of so many Huangquan real water, the waves can't turn over, and they will be swallowed directly.

Sikongan smirked, and the first step was swallowed by Huangquan Zhenshui, and Lin Feng could clearly see that the flames surrounding him were all extinguished when they came into contact with Huangquan Zhenshui.

Looking at this scene, Lin Feng jumped and jumped around, looking around and thinking about it.

Suddenly, Lin Feng’s eyes lit up. He saw a large transparent ball floating on the turbulent Huangquanzheng water. A thin teenager was sitting in the middle of the light ball. It was Wang Lin.

"That is the soul of Wang Lin." Lin Feng immediately understood, did not hesitate, immediately jumped to the ball of light, just like stepping on a small boat, along with the rushing Huangquan River.

This is Lin Feng’s free observation of Wang Lin in the light ball. He saw his eyes closed and he was unconscious. He did not respond to Lin Feng’s arrival.

Lin Feng's eyeballs moved, simply sitting cross-legged on the top of the light ball, just above the top of Wang Lin's head, the two seemed to be the same as the bunk.

The ball of light floated with the water, and I didn't know how far it drifted. A black stone column suddenly appeared in the middle of the river. The ball hit the black stone pillar, and it did not bounce, but it stuck to the stone pillar.

Lin Feng stared at the black stone pillar for a moment, reaching out and touching the stone pillar, and suddenly a large section of Dafa rushed into his mind.

"This is... Huang Quan Nirvana? Is this the way to honour the treasure of Huang Quanzhu?" Lin Feng’s heart moved: "It turns out that this is the case. When Wang Lin wakes up, he will get the yellow spring Nirvana here. Comprehend the magical magical powers contained in Huang Quanzhu, thus thoroughly refining this treasure."

"There is Huang Quanzhu in hand, and the old ghost of Sikongan also has no way to take him."

There are treasures, there is Dao Fa, Wang Lin, this Qianlong should be ascended to heaven, set foot on the gods to stop the gods, and the Buddha blocks the golden light of the Buddha.

This is probably the road to the true life of Wang Lin.

Lin Feng laughed, and since this kind of good thing was met by him, he would naturally be polite.

Lin Feng did not intend to take away the opportunity that should belong to Wang Lin, but could not let Wang Lin comprehend Huang Quan Nirvana himself, and then independently refine and refine Huang Quanzhu.

It is the correct rhythm to pass on his Taoism by his own master and then guide him to help him refine his treasure.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng smiled a little, calmed down, and began to seriously understand the magic of Huang Quan Nirvana from Black Stone.

Inside Huang Quanzhu is a space of gods that does not exist in the entity, and the space is incomparably vast.

In the far distance from the Black Rock Pillar, a figure suddenly floated from the raging Huangquan River, which is exactly the same.

Only at this time, Sikongan is very different from before, no longer black mist, ghosts, but the whole body becomes faint yellow like Huangquan Zhenshui, and the body is still translucent.

At this time, the old ghost has a mana atmosphere, and it has become like the water of Huangquan. There is a scent of purification in the calm.

"While the old man is not dead, he is not as good as death! Even the treasure of Huang Quanzhu was refining the old man. The old man couldn't do without this Huangquanzhu." Sikong South face is distorted, with a face of grievance: " However, it is also a blessing in disguise, so that the old man can not only fear the true water of Huangquan, but also manipulate it."

Sikong Nan quietly perceived that Huang Quanzheng water lifted his body and rushed toward the black stone pillar.

"Two juniors, you are dead this time!"

............

Xiao Yu three people walked on the road, hurrying, and returned to Hengyue Mountain.

Xiaoxiao suddenly blinked and whispered: "Two brothers, someone is following us behind."

Xiao Yu bears the black giant sword and suppresses his mana. He makes it difficult for even the most basic roads. He has no spare power to perceive the surrounding. If he hears the little things, he controls the impulse to turn his head backwards and squints. To Zhu Yi.

Zhu Yi did not act rashly, but quietly unfolded his own mana and conducted exploration.

After a while, Zhu Yi nodded almost undetectablely: "There are some people who have just cultivated a period of training, not just the master."

The little big eyes that turned a little smack turned around: "When I was out of Chuzhou City, I walked over to a group of people. There was an old man inside. I don’t know why, I kept staring at me, would it be a group with him? of?"

After a moment of silence, Xiao Yu said categorically: "Looking for a place in front, solve them."