Chapter 1626 (1/2)

Song Yan guessed that the princess of Vientiane took Wang Ying away, mostly for revenge for his ignorance, and should not really hurt her. Even so, song Yan did not intend to let Wang Ying stay with her.

After all, they already have feelings.

As for the disappearance of Yueyue, song Yan guessed that she should have followed quietly, protecting Wang Ying in the dark. Maybe because of the distance, they could not communicate with each other temporarily.

So song Yan decided to go to the central region.

However, before he left, he planned to cultivate the imperial Scripture that was awarded to him by the system. The imperial Scripture of the Wang family is only the lowest one, and the book of the Sutra of futu presented by the system is the top one.

The heart read a move, song Yan came to the temple, adjust the time to a thousand times, and then sink into the sea of knowledge to understand the Sutra of the dead.

The emperor's Sutra can't be described in words, because there is no specific cultivation method in the emperor's Sutra. If thousands of people are allowed to cultivate the same energy, it is absolutely impossible to cultivate the same energy. Moreover, the energy cultivated is also strong or weak.

When song Yan's mind sank into the sea, he saw a black Buddha.

This black Buddha is very tall and thorough. One finger is pointing to the sky and the other hand is pointing to the sky. Evil and compassion coexist in one, but it is also very harmonious.

Merger of good and evil?

Song Yan looked up at the black Buddha, but he was puzzled about how to cut in. If the emperor's Sutra of the Wang family is made into a dynamic picture, then this Sutra of futu is a static picture, some of which are difficult to start with.

But song Yan, after all, was not a fool, and soon came up with a starting point.

At the next moment, he sat directly on his knees, pointing to the sky and fingers according to the movements of the black Buddha, and thought of the black Buddha in his mind.

Time goes by.

Five hours later, a brand-new black Buddha was formed in Song Yan's mind. If you look carefully, you will find that the black Buddha he came up with is very similar to his appearance.

As soon as the black Buddha was formed, song Yan sensed the inexplicable changes of his spirit, which was growing at a slow speed. At the same time, there was a trace of black gas emerging from the spirit to dissipate.

With the passage of these black Qi, song Yan felt that his spirit seemed to break some kind of shackle, which was a lot easier.

”The right direction!”

Song inkstone is secretly happy, and then takes in the mind and spirit, and continues to cultivate.

This practice lasted for ten years, more than 365 days.

In the past ten years, his spirit has shrunk at least once, but its intensity has more than tripled. Moreover, all the black Qi of his spirit has been eliminated. With the deepening of cultivation, he understands what those black Qi are.

Black Qi is a complex of negative energy, such as karma, decadent force, resentment force, etc.

Usually these negative energy will not have any impact on him, but in the critical moment when these negative energy come out, it is easy to lead to the devil.

Therefore, song Yan felt his mind had never been clear before, and even his comprehension in Wudao fairyland was greatly enhanced. Just a little thought, he would be enlightened when he arrived at the obscure place.

As expected, it's a systematic product, and it must be a fine product. The benefits of the book of fautu are more than those of the top fairies.

Moreover, as long as he continues to practice, his spirit will continue to be strengthened.

Now he has a feeling that if he wants to, he can break through the later stage of the combination and break through to the early stage of the crossing.

”Come on!”

In this case, there is no hesitation in Song inkstone. A large number of fairy stones appear around his body, and then they break up and turn into a strong spirit of fairy.

”Suck!”

At the next moment,

Song inkstone turns into a whirlpool, pulling the spirit of the surrounding fairies and frantically converging into his body.