: 71. The top of the sky, foot on the yellow spring!

Sikongnan waved his hands, and the rushing Huangquan real water screamed and rushed toward Lin Feng, turning into a huge wave, and hit the head.
Lin Feng is now enlightening Huang Quan Nirvana to a critical moment, and Si Kongan suddenly came to fight, and Lin Feng was extremely annoyed.
Twenty-four relics floated on the top of Lin Feng's head, rolling Buddha into a golden cloud, and holding the yellow water from the sky.
The mana that was built by Buddhism was the most condensed, and it was Huangquan Zhenshui that could not be removed at any time.
But the golden cloud is still melting quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it can't be seen how long it will last.
Sikong Nan smiled and looked at Lin Feng: "The old man can see how long you can hold on." He said, constantly urging Huang Quanzheng to hit Lin Feng.
Lin Feng brows up, and the mind communicates with the ring in the ring.
"I do not want it!"
Screaming, the little head shook like a divination drum, and screamed with anger: "You are too bad, actually want me to drink Huangquan real water?"
Lin Feng smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you refuse, but I have to tell you clearly. In addition to this stuff, nothing can be eaten for you in a short time. If you don't want to, go hungry."
Some hesitation was swallowed, and Lin Feng saw her expression, and her heart moved: "Have you ever drunk Huangquan real water?"
"Drinked, it tastes good." Hesitated and said: "But after drinking, my head was dizzy, and many things could not be remembered before."
Lin Feng secretly swears and swears at one of the four great beasts of the ancient times. He swallows the sky and squanders the land. Even the overbearing Huang Quanzhen is not afraid of water. It just loses some memory, and a mana will not be purified.
"Afraid of what, delicious, everything is good, food, delicious is the most important." Lin Feng kept tempting.
She swallowed her face and became more and more struggling. She knew that Lin Feng was not good-hearted, but the instinct of greed could not be restrained. For cockroaches, eating is the instinctive reaction with the same level of survival.
"No matter, eat it first and say, I have to starve me for more than half a year!" Finally, Xiao Loli screamed in annoyance, and the body had changed back to the prototype.
Lin Feng tossed the ring and removed the curse of the cage. The ring suddenly came with a huge suction, like a black hole, which swallowed the yellow water.
After swaying the Buddha light and the ring to block the river, Lin Feng began to grasp the direct enlightenment of Huang Quan Nirvana, thinking at the same time as the Taoist law, but also trying to communicate with Huang Quanzhen.
Just as the immortal Wang Yu repaired the anger of the King, the magical power of Huang Quan Nirvana was Huang Quanzheng.
The two contrasts, the combination of theory and practice, many of the difficulties in Lin Feng’s mind before, suddenly opened up.
In his mind, it seems that there is a long river running by, and the river will never stop flowing, just like time and time, can not be terminated, unstoppable.
Lin Feng quietly looked at his reflection in the river, the reflection is not his own fixed appearance, but is constantly changing, a variety of images.
There are beautiful newlywed girls, old people who are drooping, old people, sacred chanting, thieves who have knives and blood, thieves who are murderous, and young talents who are full of enthusiasm... Reincarnation.
Lin Feng’s heart raised a layer of enlightenment:
This is my last life, last life, countless reincarnation...

"Yellow Springs reincarnation, Nirvana is born again, everything is going to decay and ruin here, and then new!"
A mysterious life and death cycle, Nirvana's way echoes in Lin Feng's mind, and eventually merges into one, together with his body's mana, it is like a line, like a quiet and flowing river in the quiet.
Lin Feng opened his eyes and looked at the raging Huangquan real water in front of him, smiling slightly.
Seeing his smile, Sikong Nan’s heart was not shaken, as if he was going to have a big disaster.
Lin Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly rose up and took back the ring that swallowed himself. The Buddha's golden clouds rose above the sky, no longer blocking the true water of Huangquan, and letting endless rivers fall on himself.
Sikong Nan’s eyes widened. He was shocked to find that Huang Quan’s real water was pouring down on Lin Feng’s body. Lin Feng was safe and sound. Those Huangquan real water did not have a drop on his body, but docilely fell at the foot of Lin Feng. Lin Feng held it up.
The purification of Huangquan Zhenshui, which wiped out everything in the world, is like a docile slave. He bows down to Lin Feng’s feet and holds Lin Feng like an arched king.
At the moment, Lin Feng, the Buddha's light on the top of the head shines forever, and the Huangquan River is reincarnation at his feet.
The top of the head, the foot of the yellow spring!
Sikongan stared at this scene: "How is it possible?"
Lin Feng smiled and said: "How is it impossible?" He glanced at Sikongnan and smiled. "You give me down."
Under a command, Huang Quanzhen, who was holding up the body of Sikongnan, suddenly fell, and Sikong, who was suspended from the body, could not fall into the river and rushed into the raging Huangquan River.
Sikong Nan was shocked. He had been thoroughly refining by Huang Quanzhu. His mana was merged with Huang Quanzheng. The Taoist magical powers of the past could no longer be displayed. If he could not manipulate Huangquan Zhenshui, he would become a lamb who was completely slaughtered. .
Unfortunately, no matter how he drives, Huang Quanzhen has no reaction.
Lin Feng is not in a hurry to shoot, just like a smile and smile at Sikong South, at this time, Sikongan is like a basin of cold water pouring a transparent, from the top of the head to the soles of the feet, the heart floated deep despair.
He seems to be like a beastly animal: "Even if you do, you can't help the old man. The old man has been integrated with Huang Quanzhu. Unless you destroy Huang Quanzhu, you can't kill the old man."
"With your cultivation, you can't destroy Huang Quanzhu!"
"Who said that I want to destroy Huang Quanzhu? Such a baby, easily ruined, isn't it a violent thing?" Lin Feng smiled and shook his head and said: "Well, who told you that only destroying Huang Quanzhu can kill you?"

Sikong Nan stayed, and his heart felt a bad hunch. The next moment, he suddenly felt that the water around Huangquan was getting thicker and thicker, and he couldn’t breathe. The originally faint river was gradually black.
The black Huangquan true water kept invading the spirit of Sikongan, and Sikongan felt a suffocating suffocation.
Lin Feng said leisurely: "You don't know, Huang Quan Nirvana has derived a magical spell called Nether Practitioner. You can use Huangquan Zhenshui to make people into jealousy."
"This is different from the technique of your ghosts and nights. You will make people into ghosts, but only retain the skills of life, but the memory and wisdom are erased. Only the resentment is left, although it is convenient to manipulate, After all, it falls to the next level."
Lin Feng said with a chuckle: "I am a ghost of the singularity of the singer, who will refine the person into a shackle, not only can retain the memory of life, but even the self-consciousness will remain."
Retaining the memory of life, it means that you not only have the ability to repair your life, but also keep the magic spells together, and have a rich experience in the battle of the monks.
Retaining self-awareness means having wisdom, thinking, and being flexible.
Sikong Nan was getting colder and colder, Lin Feng looked at him and smiled: "Simply, you are the same as when you were not turned into a beggar, except for one point."
"That is, you will unconditionally obey any of my orders."
Sikongan’s desperate screams, the original faint yellow, almost transparent soul has been completely dyed black by Huang Quanzhen, and then engulfed by the raging river, sealed at the bottom of the river.
After suppressing Sikongan, Lin Feng’s spirit was relaxed, and his heart moved slightly, looking down at the ball of light under his feet.
In the light ball, Wang Lin’s spirit moved and finally woke up. He opened his eyes and looked blank.