Chapter 151 Unsolicited

Returning to his residence, he walked into the quiet room, sat down cross-legged, restrained the dark fog all over his body, and began to temper this completely dark spiritual power.

Close your eyes, meditate on the Buddha statue in a fictional space, sit cross-legged, print with both hands and smile.

In the faraway place in the void, the peak of aura between heaven and earth leaned over and fell on the Buddha's body, penetrating inch by inch to help the Buddha condense the golden body. The Buddha sat in the void, and there seemed to be wind and waves in the blood pool under him. The wind showed a faint gray-black color and stirred waves in the blood-red pool water. However, under the light of the Buddha, the dark matter in the black wind was gradually washed away. After the infiltration of the Yinhong pool water, it did not completely melt, but shook it up and crossed the height of the Buddha statue and turned into a round of black sun above the Buddha statue's head.

This process is extremely slow. After the dark matter in the dark sun is washed away, it is still a darker color. The dark sun gradually grew, rising higher and farther, and finally completely separated from the light of the Buddha's light and became a star far away at the top of the void. At this time, before night, the light of other stars was suppressed and loomed in the void. Only the dark star in the middle of the sky, whose pure dark light covered the background of nothingness and became the most dazzling master in the sky.

The change in this meditation world corresponds to the reaction in reality, that is, the black fog around him has completely melted into his body, incorporated into the spiritual platform knowledge sea, and turned into a dark cold star, hidden in the depths of the soul.

Black fog was originally a pure power of nothingness. It was only because he collapsed in the Wusheng Pavilion that he took advantage of the virtual and occupied a part of his body. It was originally to destroy the existence of his spiritual flesh, but because it could not destroy his last consciousness, it gradually connected with his soul and became a part of his perception. This force similar to the spiritual soul is sharply aggressive and even peeks at himself all the time. However, after being washed by the Buddha light in his meditation, the negative energy of countless ghosts and dead mixed with black fog was removed and reduced to the original nihilistic darkness, and those sharp edges and corners were also flattened, from beasts that may devour themselves at any time to tame domestic dogs, obediently shrinking and hiding in the depths of the sea of knowledge. Just wait for the owner's transfer party to take action.

I don't know how long it took, the beast in my heart was finally tamed, and this difficult process was finally completed. Qin Yan breathed a sigh of relief and planned to withdraw from meditation. However, when he finally looked at the blood pool under the Buddha statue, he suddenly found an abnormal golden light.

The light did not come from the Buddha statue, but from a golden lotus flower that appeared in the blood pool. The lotus, the branches and leaves stretched, the petals were blooming, and the state was extremely beautiful, emitting a pure golden halo, like a clear glass. The light is clear and pure, which is no less than the Buddha light emitted by the Buddha statue itself.

What is this? Is it possible that I have finally entered the fifth threshold of blood?

At this time, there was a warning in his heart, and he immediately returned to reality. His soul's will unfolded, and he immediately felt that someone was trying to break into the cave!

The man should be very proficient in formation and carefully bypassed some simple traps and security devices at the door without touching any organs. If it hadn't been for the qualitative leap in Qin Yan's perception ability, it might not have been able to detect her existence.

But now, her every move can't escape Qin Yan's eyes and ears. Qin Yan's consciousness has covered 100 meters around him, and all the scenes in reality are reflected in his mind. He has recognized the identity of the intruder. It was Song Qingsha. She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, carefully avoiding the trap mechanism, and slowly groped towards the inner room. At her speed, it will probably take a ray of incense to walk to the door of the quiet room.

Qin Yan carefully searched the surroundings again, and also expanded the range of perception and spread outside the cave to confirm that Fang Yiyuan was indeed not there. He wondered why the little witch touched it alone and didn't seem to attack. Did she come to throw herself into her arms?

When he opened his eyes, he suddenly felt that the aura in the stone room had solidified, and everything between heaven and earth was reflected in his ears and eyes, which was completely different from before.

The small insects and dust in the air, the breathing of seeds in the stone cracks in the corner of the wall, the extended veins on the branches and leaves of vines, the sound of each leaf in the wind, and the hidden aura flow in the stone room are all presented in front of him incomparably clearly. He even felt the sunrise and moon set outside the cave and the arrival of another morning.

Unlike the high-level illusion of divine search, the real touch brought by this physical observation of the world is unmatched by the former. For a moment, his heart was greatly touched, as if there was a kind of stirring emotion spewing out, and he was about to sing and roar with his sword.

This feeling is very much like the illusion of reaching the extreme five senses in the Wusheng Pavilion, but it is different. In the Wusheng Pavilion, he was inevitably attacked and collapsed by countless trivial information, but now, as soon as he thought moved, he automatically ignored these useless feelings and only focused on what he wanted to see.

He didn't even need to be divine. He had already heard the sound of Song Qingsha slowly approaching, and his desire to dance the sword and sing was also disappointing, and a sense of boredom arose.

You broke into my young master's cave and disturbed my young master's elegance. If I forgive you easily, wouldn't I be sorry for my conscience?

Song Qingsha, who was groping along the corner of the wall, stagnated slightly and instinctively felt a chill. At that moment, there was a voice in her heart shouting loudly and advised her to turn around and escape for her life. However, this evil feeling was fleeting, which made her think that it was just a momentary illusion.

However, she, who has experienced countless edges of life and death, certainly knows that this is not an illusion.

'It seems that the owner of this cave is very unhappy with my uninvited behavior!'

She shook her head and breathed a sigh of relief. Having come here, there is no way out. If the chief is angry, then he will apologize to him with this body later...

Qin Yan calculated the route she walked and found that she chose the safest but most tortuous one, and it would take at least a ray of incense to get here. He doesn't have much time to wait for an uninvited guest and just do something else.

He sat down again, spread out his right hand, and forced a drop of blood from his index finger. The color reflected into his eyes, a thrilling and magnificent gold, faintly revealing a trace of dark red.

As expected, the power of blood has improved. Even if you don't have luck, your own blood has turned into gold.

However, this transformation also shows that I am getting farther and farther away from normal human beings, and one step closer to the end of Brother Huang Fan. Is this happy or sad?

He stared at the drop of blood at his fingertips, and his thoughts were mixed. Suddenly, he sighed, and the blood burned under his gaze, turned into golden sand and dispersed into the air.