Chapter 628: The auction event begins

Chapter 628
"Six-character mantra!" Lin Feng looked at the book with a slight surprise.
"Yes, it is the six-character mantra." Tang Wuhen smiled and said, "In fact, every school and faction has soul attack methods, including the little guys like Fenghuo, Wang Meng, and Aubahu, but you don't seem to be practicing."
"It's not that I haven't practiced, but I don't know this at all." Lin Feng smiled bitterly when he heard the words, and there was no record of this aspect in his practice.
"You kid." Wang Chao said with a smile: "The Lord of Yama, Wushen, asked you to apprehend your teacher, why don't you worship?"
"Big brother, I also have hardships that I can't say. My sister-in-law is indeed kind to me. She left early and didn't have time to teach me." Lin Feng said with a smile.
"Well, these six-character mantras belong to Buddhism, or correspond to your magical skills. I want to add these six-character mantras, and your magical skills will be complete." Wang Chao said quietly, "This is the real thing." The Great Sun Heart Sutra."
"Do you also know?" Lin Feng said in surprise.
"Sister Cang Yue told me, and Wuhen and I also mentioned this. Only when he explained the truth clearly, he understood the truth of the six-character mantra. The six-character mantra is definitely not the six-character of Buddhism. The mantra is now the six-character mantra after the emperor has interpreted it. The six-character is still the same six-character, but the way and the will are different, and the meaning of the mantra is different." Wang Chao explained.
"So that's the case." Lin Feng suddenly realized this with a smile: "Uncle Wuhen, thank you very much."
"Haha, well, you and I don't have to be polite." After Tang Wuhen's tone, he still expressed regret: "It's a pity that you rejected the Godless Lord of Huangquan."
"Maybe one day I will regret it, maybe not." Lin Feng said with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth: "I will respect him all my life." How can he not know the other meaning of the Lord of Huangquan, teach the mantle, or look forward to it? I was suppressed.
"Okay, don't regret making your own decision." The lord of smiled and said: "Take a good look at these six-character mantras. You are the master of the Heart Sutra of the Sun, and this mantra belongs to the First Emperor. The six-character mantra, practicing well, will also be very helpful for you to condense the soul in the future."
"Yeah!" Lin Feng nodded slightly after hearing the words.
"One more thing, even if there are a few of us to protect you, some people still take risks and calculate you. You have to be careful everywhere." Wang Chao said solemnly: "But you should not be impetuous in your practice."
"I see, brother." Wang Chao nodded.
"Let’s go, I can’t wait for tomorrow, no, it should be today’s auction." The Fei Xian Pavilion pavilion laughed, shaking his hand with the killing sword. The killing sword is destined to be sold at a high price. The event was much more lively than he thought.
"Haha, good!" Tang Wuhen, the Lord of Hell and others burst into laughter.
Then Lin Feng, Tang Wuhen, the lord of hell, the lord of Feixian Pavilion, Tang Fenghuo, Zhang Shaoze and others left on the Feixian.
As the night darkened, on the ocean in southern China, where it was known as Nanyang, a barren island in Nanyang, an evil aura rose to the sky, and this evil aura was overwhelming, terrifying and shocking.
"Roar!"
A woman's stern roar sounded, and the source of this evil aura came from this woman. This woman was wearing a modern costume. She was beautiful and incomparably strange, but she made a harsh sound in her mouth.
There is a magic pattern on the center of her eyebrows, and the magic pattern appears, and the horrible magic light rushes into the sky, and the Buddha is plunged into darkness between heaven and earth. The woman’s eyes are bloodthirsty, and she stretches out her white Plain hand.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The terrifying aura spread over the sky, palm after palm blasted to the rocks on the island, the rocks collapsed, the ground trembled, the ocean was full of huge waves, and the woman's black hair danced in the void, like a peerless or devil.
"maple!"
There was a word from the woman's mouth.
"Ah, haha!" There was a stern roar from the woman's throat, but the roar contained evil in it.
Her figure cut through the sky and rushed straight into the sky.
At this moment, her figure stopped. She looked down at the sea, and a little light suddenly appeared on the sea. This was a fishing boat. On the fishing boat were Chinese fishermen who came to fish. These fishermen looked into the sky.
Just don't know why, these fishermen are breathing a little bit fast.
The air around the Buddha was drained, like a fish on the shore.
The evil aura is getting closer and closer, and the eyes of these fishermen are scared, and they all fall on the splint to resist, but to no avail, they don't even have the power to breathe, and they can't even move their fingers.
These fishermen are desperate.
Seeing these fishermen dying, a cry of sorrow was heard, blood was spilled in the void, and a piece of blood appeared in Bei Xueyin's heart in the sky, and the intense pain seemed to stimulate her nerves.
Her figure rushed directly into the boundless sky and disappeared.
The fishermen on the boat woke up from the ground one after another, and their faces showed horror. The captain of the fishing boat hurriedly ordered to leave this sea area and rushed to the China mainland like crazy.
In the night, there was still a screaming roar above the South China Sea, the evil aura became stronger and stronger, and there were many blood and broken Vietnamese fishing boats on the sea, but in that beautiful figure A lot of sadness and despair.
The big sun rises early in the morning.
The light shines on the surface of the sea, and the surface of the sea becomes golden. The ancient bell rang, from Feixian Island, melodious and spreading hundreds of miles.
In the sky above the island, an old ancient clock was radiant, and the sound came from this ancient clock. An old man with white beard in plain clothes was beating the old clock, but the old man was wrapped in a hazy air current.
If Tang Wuhen and others saw this person, they would have been shocked, because this old man was the previous master of the Feixian Pavilion, and Tang Wuhen and others would be considered juniors to this person.
In Zhang Shaoze's home, Lin Feng's figure came into the small courtyard, and the figures of the death Aubahu, Wang Meng and Tang Fenghuo also came out.
"Finally opened." Lin Feng listened to the ancient bell.
"It's on. There will be many good things in this auction. Third brother, you can show off your power this time." Tang Fenghuo smiled and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and said, "The first item today is the auction of Huamoshen Sword. The publicity page about Huamoshendao has begun!"