"Tai Sheng Xuan Ming Ming Sutra"

"The Supreme Sutra of Longevity and Longevity"

"The Great Sutra of All Heavenly Spirits"

"Yu Qing Yuan Shi Xuan Huang Jiu Guang Zhen Jing"

"The Eleven-Yao Great Disaster-Repelling Divine Mantra"

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Feng Bingwen's mind was immersed in the volumes of Taoist scriptures he had engraved from the Taishang Taoist Temple. Each of the scriptures spread out and could cause a bloody storm in the practice circles on all continents. At this time,

These Taoist scriptures are nothing more than Feng Bingwen’s reference.

This is the foundation of the sect. No matter what kind of Taoism or magical power you want to practice, you can find an astonishing number of Taoist scriptures, which are excellent for both practice and creation.

Feng Bingwen naturally created the Dharma, because these Taoist scriptures selected by him all have their own mysterious and unique features in relieving disasters, protecting the Dharma and seeking the Tao.

Therefore, Feng Bingwen wanted to try to see if he could extract the mysterious features from each of them and integrate them into a magical power - striving to create a near-perfect magical power to protect the law.

Practitioners have a variety of attack methods, and coupled with the heretical and evil methods, it is even more difficult to guard against them. If there is no corresponding method, even the genius of the big sect will capsize in the gutter.

However, all Taoist sects and their disciples who have insufficient cultivation can practice a more comprehensive magical power to protect the law, the golden light spell.

In the world of spiritual practice, the Golden Light Mantra is a self-protective spell at the level of the bad streets, but it is basically not suitable for casual practitioners, because the essence of this spell is to borrow power from beings with higher cultivation levels to practice Taoism and protect the law.

Therefore, although the Golden Light Spell is extremely common in the world of spiritual practice, each sect's Golden Light Spell has its own merits, and in fact, the strength of the protection is also very different.

Because whether the golden light is strong or not depends entirely on the strength of each family's ancestor, of course it is not certain, because this is a borrowed power, so how much power can be borrowed from the family's ancestor depends entirely on their own abilities. Some monks

To be more pleasant, the borrowed power is enough to deduce the Golden Light Curse to an extremely outrageous level.

Naturally, Taishangdao also has its corresponding golden light spell. Once you are successful in practice, you can be said to have the upper hand in the battle. After all, the founder of Taishangdao includes the batch of innate gods and demons who created the world. Even if you are humble,

Some, their strength can also be ranked among the top ten in this world.

However, Feng Bingwen was very taboo about this. He would rather spend more energy studying and figuring out a perfect set of magical powers to protect the law, rather than practice the Golden Light Spell.

It’s not that he has a mental disorder or something. He believes that all powers should be cultivated by himself. He is not that pedantic. It can be said that borrowing money to cultivate immortality is a very common thing.

But the problem is that before borrowing money, you must go through the process. If you borrow power from the Patriarch, you will naturally be noticed by the Patriarch. Ordinary Taoist monks are naturally fearless and eager to attract the Patriarch's attention.

But Feng Bingwen didn't dare. Although he had visited the heavenly immortals and had close contact with the earthly immortals, he really didn't dare to meet those big bosses who had already transcended. He wished he could hide as far away as possible. The existence of the heavenly book

, it’s really outrageous.

As his cultivation gradually improved, his horizons gradually broadened. Feng Bingwen had realized how terrifying the Heavenly Book could be in exchange for blessings through good deeds, or in causing disasters and eliminating evil deeds.

You must know that even immortals who have achieved the level of immortality can still fall under disasters, and they are not truly immortal.

"Eliminating disasters, relieving misfortunes, reassuring souls, saving lives..."

Feng Bingwen summarized the preventive methods he needed. The most commonly used method in the practice world is undoubtedly the use of spiritual power as the basis to perform various Taoist methods.

But in addition, there are also curses and killings, witches that deceive the mind, inner demons that confuse the mind...all kinds of evil methods, which are difficult to guard against.

Originally, if he practiced the Golden Light Curse, he could basically block it by directly borrowing power from the Patriarch, as long as it was not too outrageous. However, Feng Bingwen did not have the courage to dodge in front of a transcendent existence, so he did not dare to take a gamble.

So he could only study and ponder it by himself, and as he gradually understood, mysterious and extraordinary innate Taoist texts emerged from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, converging into an ancient sutra with only more than 300 words.

The sound of chanting scriptures echoed in Feng Bingwen's mind, and the essence of the Taoist scriptures flowed in his heart. Feng Bingwen understood the mystery contained in it and had a clear understanding in his heart.

He didn't have a big heart, and he didn't plan to become a fat man in one go. He just planned to create a relatively comprehensive protective magical power first, and then gradually improve it.

He had built the basic framework and even condensed a true talisman seed, but this was not enough. He was not satisfied and wanted to continue to improve.

Although his master asked him to reach perfection in his cultivation of the Mortal Realm as soon as possible, his ultimate goal was to prepare for a battle with the half-demon from the Golden Crow tribe.

What compares in the battle of magic is naturally the level of magical power. As for magic power, he has no shortage of it at all. Instead of spending time pursuing growth in cultivation, it is better to refine his current magical power.

While Feng Bingwen was practicing, Nanfanzhou was a deserted place where a shocking battle had taken place. Towering mountains towered into the sky, and the mountains were endless, but there was not much green color, and the sharp rocks were exposed.

Desolate, desolate.

The rocks, the scorched earth, the ruined mountains, the dirty blood... what you see is shocking. Even though endless years have passed, the aura that remains here is silently explaining the tragic war that took place here so many years ago.

In all directions, on the mountains where life was extinct and there was no trace of greenery, one after another the powerful people of the human race stopped and their eyes fell on a group of "people" radiating surging heat.

No matter the hair color or pupils of this group of people, they are all golden, dazzling and brilliant. If you don't practice enough, you can feel an indescribable burning feeling just by looking at any one of them.

"Why did you move us here? Do you think you can't afford to lose? Do you want to kill us all here?"

In the surrounding mountains, there are powerful human beings with vast auras, like galaxies, and different temperaments. In the distance, there is a looming fairy light. However, among this group of unique temperament, there is a middle-aged beautiful woman who stands out from the crowd.

He came out and asked with no fear on his face.

Her eyes are pure gold, and there is a cluster of golden feathers behind each ear. Her brilliant blond hair hangs down to her waist, and there is a forehead ornament above her eyebrows. A drop of red and black jade falls on her eyebrows, making her look so beautiful.

, well mannered.

"King Jintong, you look down on my human race too much. You don't have any courage at all. How can our human race occupy the land of Jiuzhou?"

At the top of a broken mountain, a monk with no manners spoke. His voice was loud and thunderous. He fell to the ground, holding meat in one hand and a wine gourd in the other. The smell of wine was filled with the aroma of meat, but he

The leg bone in his hand was over a foot long, and it was unknown which demon it was torn from.

Such a gesture made the several old monks who rushed here have their brows twitching. However, looking at the group of half-demon from the Golden Crow tribe, they resisted the urge to clean up the door and maintain the dignity of Buddhism.

"Killing monks? I know you are an abandoned disciple of Landa Temple!"

The beautiful blond woman's eyes swept over the warrior monk who was sitting on the top of the mountain, with muscles as strong as a mountain, and in her mind she was confronted with a very famous Buddhist cultivator.

The dilapidated monk's robes, which were all dyed black, the thick, knotted beard, and the burnt ring scars, but there was no sign of mercy, but a face that was more sinister than a demon, with a crescent moon stuck beside him.

The shovel was stained with blood and cracked underneath, all over the mountains. It was actually a load that even a mountain could not bear.

"Looking at your appearance, you haven't visited any other Buddhist temples yet?"

"I have broken all the Buddhist precepts. Which temple is willing to accept a fool like me?"

The monk who was taller than ordinary people just by sitting laughed loudly. He gnawed away all the flesh in his hands, leaving only a bare section of the club bone. He tossed it casually and threw it to the foot of the mountain, where it collided with the rocks and made a loud sound.

The sound of gold and stone.

"If the master has nowhere to go, you can come with us. I can introduce the Demon King to the master. There is no Buddhist temple to accommodate a talent like the master. If the master is willing to enter Tang Valley, there will be a place for him."

"Well, Yutani? Hahaha!"

Hearing these words, the killing monk laughed so hard that his whole body trembled, and he could no longer hold the wine gourd in his hand. After laughing too much, he shook his head and said to a nearby Taoist,

"Brother, did I hear you right? This bird man just complimented me and wanted me to go to Yugu."

"You heard that right. If you go, you might be able to build a Buddhist temple where you can drink, eat meat and play with monsters as you like, with the support of the Golden Crow Demon Emperor."

The Taoist being questioned glanced at him and responded seriously.

"Hahaha, that's really good."

The killer monk burst out laughing again, as if he was a bandit leader who had eaten and drank enough. He leaned against the back of the mountain, and a rock that could support his body naturally appeared behind him. There was nothing behind him.

"It's a pity. Although I don't have a place to stay, the world is big and I can do whatever I want without any restraint. I really have no intention of being a dog for a few golden birds, but if there is a chance, I really want to

Let’s go to Tanggu. I haven’t tasted the meat of Jinwu yet, and I don’t know what it tastes like?”

"presumptuous!"

"Arrogant!"

"How dare you?"

After the monk's words fell, many of the powerful human beings who rushed here showed smiles on their faces, but the envoy from the Golden Crow tribe on that side was furious.

"What a fucking bunch of bastards, who do you think you're talking to?"

The posture of the killing monk did not change, but when he stared, a strong and substantial evil spirit spread out from his body like a black cloud. Behind him, a Shura ghost realm was formed, in which thousands of demons could be seen wailing and shrill.

However, in its depths, there is a looming golden light, and there are bursts of Zen sounds.

"If there weren't so many people today, I would have met you bastards all by myself, and I would have hung you all up, cut off your heads, and put them all in front of the public to watch!"

"What an arrogant monk, come here and fight me. I want to see what you are capable of. How dare you speak so arrogantly? I want to taste the flesh of the Golden Crow!"

A tall man with disheveled blond hair walked out and directly touched the monk, inviting him to fight.

Although they were arranged to protect Xi, such provocation was truly intolerable and must be responded to.

"What a pity. It would be great if you were a pure-blooded Golden Crow!"

The killer monk stood up with a crescent shovel in hand, his eyes more ferocious and powerful than a tiger's were full of regret.

"I can't believe that I can taste the taste of Golden Crow in advance today."

"Amitabha, Dharma Wisdom, please be patient and calm!"

With the chanting of the Buddha's name, the mighty Buddha's light swept across the ancient battlefield, and the murderous aura that was generated was directly calmed down. The half-demon man was obviously furious in his heart, but at this time, he felt that there was no anger in his heart.

I have no desires and only feel that everything in this world is so ordinary.

"Can we wait until Kong Xuan discusses the law with this donor Xi before proceeding to kill him?"

The old monk, who instantly became the focus of the audience, clasped his hands and asked the monk with a smile.

“It’s all up to you!”
To be continued...