Chapter 173 Killing Ghosts

There was no response in the dark, but the chill behind it became stronger and stronger. This made Qin Yan affirm his guess. Song Qing was really haunted!

He said, "Brother Song Qing, didn't you say that it's an honor to die at the hands of the chief? Why is it your turn to think about it so much! I advise you for the last time, don't be meaningless and reincarve early!"

Song Qing should not.

Qin Yan snorted coldly, his hands were imprinted, his face was smiling, and he sat like a Buddha. Born in one thought, his mind sank into the void in meditation, and his posture turned into a Buddha statue, emitting a pure golden halo, illuminating the nearby square place clearly.

In this world, all the changes can't be hidden from him. As far as the Buddha's light can see, some faint blood-colored silk lines around it immediately melted like spring snow, and a few steps behind the Buddha statue suddenly appeared a thin and tall figure with blue fangs and a horrible face. A big hole in his chest was bleeding out and dripping down, turning into blood around Qin Yan. Come on, but it was completely eliminated by the Buddha on the way.

That's the dead Song Qing. His face showed a gloomy blue color, bleeding seven orifices, which was particularly horrible. At this time, Qin Yan's meditation world reflected the reality. Song Qing's ghost could not see the change of his transformation into a Buddha, but only found that the blood he ejected was crushed by an invisible force, and he couldn't help showing a puzzled look.

"Is it strange? With your charm, you certainly can't imagine the Buddha's means. The Buddha in the void suddenly turned around, and the magnificent voice sounded directly in the depths of Song Qing's soul, which shocked him almost.

In the real world, Song Qing opened his eyes in horror. He did not know the changes in Qin Yan's meditation world, but at this moment, he clearly saw the image of the Buddha, which was a huge Buddha who occupied the whole field of vision, exuding supreme majesty. When he grabbed him with one hand, he grabbed him between his five fingers and pinched it tightly, as easily as holding a doll.

Song Qing panicked and pedaled his limbs and struggled desperately. However, with the power of other ghosts, how could he shake the Buddha at all?

"I gave you a chance to reincarve, but you don't know how to cherish it, so don't blame me for doing things!" The Buddha's voice resounded through the world, freely venting his awe-intimid power. A thought of killing arises, and the blood pool under him surged with wind and waves, stirring up waves in the blood-red pool. The golden lotus in the middle of the blood pool was also detered by the power of the Buddha and trembled in the wind and waves.

At this moment, is there any peace and compassion on the Buddha's face? It's not too much to say that the ferocious and wanton laughter is a demon!

Song Qing's face was full of tears, and he opened his mouth and screamed, but he couldn't say anything. In the palm of the Buddha's hand, he didn't even have the strength to struggle and couldn't help begging. But how can Qin Yan forgive him?

"Isn't it too late to beg for mercy now? Today, I will judge your sins for the king of Yanluo and sentence you to ashes!" Qin Yan smiled fiercely, and the Buddha in the void showed the same ferocious expression. He held Song Qing with five fingers and pinched it fiercely.

"Ah--" Song Qing let out a loud and sharp howl, and only felt that his body and bones were shattered, and he tasted the ultimate pain in the world in an instant. However, his ghost did not disappear because of this, but lost the feeling below his neck, and gradually gave birth to a feeling of flying.

"Huh?" Qin Yan exhaled doubtfully. He clearly felt that the great power in the Buddha's palm was enough to tear any soul to death, but he could not do his best in the last step, but he had a feeling of disobedience.

He saw wisps of black gas floating out from the top of Song Qing's head and quickly dissipated under the light of Buddha, and the dark halo on Song Qing's face also disappeared, gradually showing transparency, and his expression became peaceful.

Qin Yan suddenly understood. The Buddha's power can only cross people and cannot kill people. This is careless, but comes from the compassion of the nature of power!

If it goes on like this, not only can't kill Song Qing's ghost, but also make him happy!

Qin Yan immediately stopped and spread out his five fingers. Song Qing lay motionless on the palm of the Buddha's hand, his face was full of anger, as if he had fallen asleep. But when I think about his past actions, this serene expression is like a maggot in white rice, which is disgusting.

Bah! If you go to the west, I won't be able to swallow this evil breath for the rest of my life!

Since the Buddha is too compassionate, let's use the power of demons!

As his mind turned, the dark cold star overhead shot a ray of light from the depths of the void and went straight into Song Qing's eyebrows.

Song Qing originally had a peaceful look, but the next moment it became an extremely distorted appearance. He suddenly jumped up from the Buddha's palm and jumped into the air, trying to seize the road and escape. However, the dark star above shot out a few rays of light, wrapping him from head to toe and devouring his body at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a few breaths, Song Qing's soul body completely disappeared, and only a dark smoke slowly rose and melted into a part of the dark cold star in the sky.

This is the devouring power of the Wusheng Pavilion, which makes people's souls fly away and never be born!

Even if Qin Yan expected something, he still felt a little chilly when he saw this scene. I stayed in such a place for five days... In retrospect, it was really God's pity that I survived. That terrible experience is frightening every time it rings.

Therefore, I should practice harder and never have the opportunity to enter that damn place again!

He broke away from the state of meditation, opened his eyes and gently exhaled a turbid breath in the dark. After a long delay, he came to his senses, sat cross-legged again, and sank into the cultivation of spiritual power.

This time, he immersed himself in a state of inno selflessness for a long time, absorbing the surrounding aura for his own use, and repeating the process of running on Sunday over and over again. The stream of spiritual power gradually develops and grows, like the Internet, immersed in all parts of the body, nourishing and strengthening every small corner of the body.

I don't know how many days passed. Finally, at the moment of sunrise in the morning, he woke up from his meditation. He slowly looked at himself and found that the power of imperial art had finally fully recovered. The full spiritual power circulates in the body, and each strong force is further refined in the process of combining with the body. For example, if the turbulent waves in the torrential rivers are finely separated and refined into thick wine, which is slowly changing the water quality of the whole system.

This feeling is more wonderful than the state of the original heyday.