Yang Bufan secretly lamented in his heart that the Great Wilderness Sutra turned decay into a miraculous effect. When the clan elders taught it to him, he only thought it was an ordinary sutra and did not expect it to be so miraculous.
He sat there, like an old monk in meditation.
At this time, Yang Bufan felt ethereal in his heart, and fluorescent light emitted from his body, which was very hazy, adding a sense of mystery to him.
He recalled every process of the war, and he understood it bit by bit, not letting go of every detail.
The hardened treasure technique becomes even more powerful, making him more confident in future confrontations with his enemies.
Even if the Eight Bandits name the people they want to protect, they still kill so many people to kill themselves, so they still need to strengthen themselves.
He meditated in his heart, what the monk world lacks the most is people who take desperate risks.
How can you grow without taking huge risks?
At this time, Yang Bufan was like a black hole, and the spiritual energy around him was absorbed into his body crazily, leaving a group of people next to him stunned.
"Is there a bottomless pit in his body? How can he hold so much spiritual energy?" Song Yi was a little unbelievable.
"His physique is like the sea of blood and energy, and his power is infinite. Naturally, he needs much more spiritual energy than ordinary people. Otherwise, how could he have such a strong fighting power." The young monk explained to the others.
Even though the young monk was prepared, he still surprised himself in the end.
"What a pervert." The little monk curled his lips and muttered. The spiritual energy he had absorbed would have been bursting if it were placed on an ordinary person.
However, Yang Bufan obviously didn't have enough, and was still absorbing it crazily.
In fact, the spiritual energy in his body has long since dried up, and his physical condition has already reached the end of his strength. The only reason he can hold on until now is his strong willpower.
In his body, the spiritual energy in his Dantian was like a torrential river, very vast.
Every vein in his veins was shining brightly at the moment, dormant with the power of a wild dragon.
The fragments of the broken sword, the bronze bell, and the wordless golden paper were floating in the Dantian of his body.
At this moment, there is no movement among these things, but they are becoming more and more primitive.
Yang Bufan knew that these things were extremely mysterious, and he didn't even know what era they were from.
That day, the mysterious ancient temple descended into the depths of the wilderness, and an extremely terrifying vision appeared in the sky. Now Yang Bufan even doubts that it is what really happened.
He clearly remembered the endless battles there, and even the sky was bleeding.
In the end, he was cut down by a mysterious man's sword, and a sword light seemed to span eternity and wiped out all the strange phenomena.
Who exactly is that person? Until now, Yang Bufan still has no clue.
The mysterious ancient temple was dragged here by the legendary four divine beasts, and happened to be bumped into by Yang Bufan.
When he opened the dusty ancient door, walked in and brought out these three things, was it all a coincidence or was there a pair of big hands controlling it all?
Thinking of this, Yang Bufan was confused and wanted to find out but couldn't do it.
"Forget it, let's find out later when we are stronger." Since he couldn't figure it out, Yang Bufan simply gave up.
He knows that his current strength is weak, and there are some things that he cannot reach and cannot imagine at all. It is better to leave them to explore in the future.
Yang Bufan no longer thought about anything else, and his mind became empty. He looked at his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, and his heart with his mouth, and fell into concentration.
A group of other people were waiting silently, and from time to time someone would go out to inquire about the situation outside, and bring food and wine along the way.
They are religious people, so even if they don't eat for several days, they will be fine.
However, a few of them were really bored, so they just started drinking together.
In order not to affect Yang Bufan who was in trance, they walked to a place far enough away that they could take care of him without affecting him.
"There are a lot of rumors from the outside world. It is said that Xiao Yangzi is now an invincible demon god. He killed all the heroes overnight and made many people scared. Hahahaha..." Guo Qiang laughed and explained the situation of the outside world to everyone.
"If someone blind bumps into them again, blow their heads off." Xue Gang waved his fist in the air several times.
"Grandpa Song is here again. He is very angry and has taught many people a lesson. Most of the people he has taught are those related to the assassination of Xiao Yangzi." Jiang Mu spoke with a smile on his face, feeling very happy in his heart.
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"They still dare to touch the people of Bakou Bao. They really think their lives are too long, hahaha."
Several people were talking and laughing, and it seemed that Yang Bufan wouldn't wake up for a while. They gathered around to drink and chat.
After the incident, Song Laohu, one of the eight bandits, was furious and came to Linling again. He was really angry.
They never expected that after all the eight bandits had said, someone would still dare to intercept and kill Yang Bufan, and there was more than one person, it was a group of people.
Song Laohu got angry and got angry, beating each family one by one.
Although Song Laohu had been injured before, he had faced some Venerable and Tianzun level strength.
Nowadays, it is not enough to deal with these people, and no one dares to underestimate him.
Although Song Laohu also heard about Yang Bufan's deeds, he knew very well in his heart. Others only talked about it in an understatement. I'm afraid he couldn't imagine how dangerous it was.
Song Laohu stayed in Linling City for nearly a day and thoroughly searched for all the relevant people.
Finally, Song Laohu was sent out respectfully by those people, and the people who sent him out all had bruises and swollen faces, and it looked like they had been beaten badly.
But Song Laohu blew his nose and glared as if he hadn't beaten enough.
Those people were so scared that they didn't dare to move.
Finally, Song Laohu finally left. Many people breathed a sigh of relief and secretly said, "Finally, I have sent away this grumpy old man."
"Why is this kid so fierce..." Song Laohu muttered before leaving the city, leaving everyone in Linling City in a daze.
Even the Eight Bandits didn't expect that Yang Bufan would be so fierce!
This time, the title of Demon God Yang Bufan was completely spread in Linling City, and the streets and alleys were all talking about Yang Bufan's deeds.
In a tavern, a group of people from Tianchi Holy Land were sitting there. Changkong Yan was sitting by the window. He showed off his hands and cheeks and looked into the distance. Hearing that everyone else was talking about this, a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
smile.
The Holy Son, Holy Lady, and Yu Heng smiled helplessly and shook their heads. No one spoke, and they all seemed to understand tacitly.
Feeling the strangeness of everyone, Changkong Yanqiao's face turned slightly red, but it quickly returned to normal, leaving no trace of any disturbance.
This is a powerful woman. Although she rarely takes any action, no one dares to look down upon her.
In the city lord's mansion, the young city lord Luo Tong walked out of the door and looked up to the horizon. His thoughts drifted into the distance. I don't know what he was thinking about.
After a long time, he sighed softly, lowered his head and turned back into the house, as if he had never come out.
Linling City finally returned to its former prosperity and bustle, and there were no more shocking battles.
Since Yang Bufan came here, they have been witnessing the war every day. Just the pressure from the war is too much for them to bear and makes them miserable.
Speaking of which, Yang Bufan has been here for a long time. Counting the time, it has been almost three months.
Three months is just a snap in the world of monks. They can't feel the passage of time at all. They just feel like it was yesterday when the demonic body first came to the mountain.
However, they truly admitted that since the demonic body came here, it has indeed caused a lot of bloodshed.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Bufan had been in meditation for half a month. Another half month passed, but Yang Bufan showed no sign of waking up.
Even the big yellow dog is anxious now, and no one is sure when he will wake up.
"I'm afraid this kid will never wake up. It's not like his consciousness was shattered in the last battle." The young monk has always been open-minded and dared to say anything.
The big yellow dog's eyes widened angrily, making the little monk scratch his head, and he was so angry that he didn't dare to say anything more.
He was afraid that the big yellow dog's big hooves would slap him again, and it gave him a headache just thinking about it.
"If you can't speak, don't speak." Jiang Muye said to the young monk with a dark face.
"Oh, it's boring. I want to go out for a walk and see whose ancestors need my salvation." The young monk walked out and left a sentence that made everyone feel ashamed.
"I don't know which ancestor is unlucky again and can't sleep well. If he is targeted by the young monk, he may be exposed in the wilderness, hahaha." Several people laughed and teased the young monk. But now the young monk
They were already far away and couldn't hear what they said.
It seems that Yang Bufan's injuries have probably healed long ago, but he hasn't woken up yet. It seems that he is enlightening, and he has benefited a lot from this battle.
If you don’t explode in desperate situation, you will die in silence!
Yang Bufan forced himself into a situation where he was almost certain to die, but he used all his methods to stabilize the situation and killed so many people.
He should be grateful to the young monk for being able to do this. If the young monk hadn't passed the formation to him, he wouldn't have been able to do this at all.
The talents that Yang Bufan displayed during his journey to Taoism can be considered astonishing, but due to his physical condition, he still made very slow progress.
He had been in trance for so long, but he didn't want to wake up. He realized the truth in one battle, and seemed to have grasped something in his heart.
It's just that those things are extremely mysterious and invisible, but they really exist in his heart.
This made him feel itchy in his heart. He was now in the middle stage of Defeating Dragon, and he had been stuck here for a long time without being able to break through. He wanted to break through to the late stage of Defeating Dragon in one fell swoop.
He settled down all his thoughts and realized them bit by bit, no longer impetuous.
At this time, he looked very quiet and peaceful, with a calm face, sitting there quietly.
Finally, after a long time, he opened his eyes suddenly, and two powerful rays of light shot out from his eyes, which was breathtaking.
With a "boom", his aura surged, much more powerful than when he was at his peak.