Chapter 316: My head, come back!

For today's Zhang Yang, it is much simpler to improve the martial arts of the divine power. His holy roots are already astonishingly deep, and he has experienced immortal thunder in his past and present life, even if it is just a ray of fur, what he has brought is still Unimaginable benefits.
His slaying thunder sacred power is already close to the great perfection that has never been seen since Yongye, so other divine martial arts only need an opportunity to naturally break through.
The soul-suppression divine power easily sublimated and became the quasi-sacred power, and then broke through again, stepping into the level of the first glimpse of the soul-suppression power.
At this point, he can be regarded as possessing the four great martial arts.
Especially the particularity of the soul-suppressing sacred power, for him, will have a very big effect.
Zhang Yang spit out foul air.
The dementia gradually disappeared in the vast river.
The funeral ghost ship continues on.
Yao Ruoxian sighed, closing her eyes and opening her eyes again. No one knew what she had gained, but they all knew that the gains she and Zhang Yang had gained during this trip to bury Xianyuan were amazing!
Jin Zhilong, Nie Bahuang, Yueguilong, Liuyuewu and other four people can't hide their envy and jealousy.
This is the gap, it's too obvious.
They were afraid, fearful, and powerless, all turned into their own opportunities.
For the same genius, there are differences between them.
Yue Guilong asked softly: "Brother Zhang, ask something."
"What's the matter?" Zhang Yang said.
"How is Nanjiang like a God of War genius like Brother Zhang and Demon Girl?" Yuegui Longyan looked at him baffledly, with expectations, worries, and complicated emotions.
Zhang Yang laughed and said: "The vastness of the five lands are roughly the same. Sometimes there are strengths and weaknesses. It is hard to distinguish between them. The prince is too worried. I think the land of West Desert is as talented as a dog. In the future, the saints may crawl all over the place. normal."
Moon Guilong, Liu Yuewu's mouth twitched.
It was Jin Zhilong and Nie Bahuang who were not far away.
What is saint crawling all over the floor?
What is the saint in your eyes?
Instead, the demon Ruoxian showed a dazed look. She thought of the publicity goal, which is to break the eternal night. At that time, everyone can expect immortality, and naturally there are saints everywhere. She muttered to herself: "Everyone is like Dragon, everyone is like a holy, he really thinks like this."
She found this idea very strange, incredible, even ridiculous, and naive.
However, this kind of thought is infinitely large, giving people infinite reverie. What kind of mindset is this to set such a goal?
The funeral ghost ship is quiet again, because of the phrase "saints crawl all over the ground".
In fact, whether the prince Yueguilong, or Jin Zhilong, the new emperor of the Taixu dynasty, has a deep respect and respect for the saint, it is really impossible to accept this statement, even if there is no saint here, I still feel that Inexplicable jealousy, for fear of being known to the saint.
Seeing them, Zhang Yang couldn't help sighing, how important it was for Yuluan to kill the saint Lie Qianlong with Xue Feishhuang's dominance in Qingque Palace.
And Lie Qianlong shivered before death, eager to live and prolong their lives, instead of killing their faces with all dignity, and ruthlessly erased the saint's supremacy belief from the heart of the new generation of the wild forest.
Only in this way can we build fearlessness.
Only fearlessness and fearlessness can set foot on the holy way and look at the immortal way.
Today's vast world has long been brainwashed intentionally or unintentionally. There is no hope for the immortal way, only the desire for the holy way.
If this continues, I don't know how many young people, I am afraid that people will forget Immortal Dao.
When everything about the immortal is no longer alive, everything before the eternal night will become the dust of history and will not be mentioned again.
This is probably the most terrifying place of Yongye.
Deep down in Zhang Yang's heart, he became more and more obsessed with breaking the idea of ​​eternal night.
Quiet for only half a day.
The feeling of palpitations suddenly climbed into the hearts of the six.
The martial artist's instinct has reached a sufficient level, and after enough life and death trials, he will have an instinctive response to danger.
They stood up at the same time and looked forward at the same time.
I saw a figure slowly approaching them amidst the surging waves.
He stepped on the river.
He was full of vitality, with no intention of death at all.
He wore a cassock and folded his hands on his chest. This dress made all the six people surprised. This is the magnificent Buddha before the eternal night, and after the eternal night, there will be no Buddha in the vast world.
The most chilling in my heart and body is that... he has no head.
The headless Buddha walked slowly above the river of dead souls.
The quiet Buddha sound comes from its body.
"My head, come back!"
"My head, come back!"
"My head, come back!"
The first sound was from the headless Buddha.
The second sound, like the echo of the entire river of dead souls.
The third sound was the huge saint skull in front of the Immortal Burying Ghost Ship, and even the saint's skull trembled slightly.
A strong anxiety crawled into everyone's hearts.
"Who knows what is going on with headless Buddha cultivation."
At this moment, everyone puts aside their own conflicts and grievances, because they all feel bad.
Jin Zhilong whispered: "I haven't heard of it. I have read the records of three people who have survived from the ghost ship. No one has mentioned headless Buddha cultivation."
Nie Bahuang also shook his head.
Yue Guilong said solemnly: "I have seen four, and there is no record."
Liuyuewu also shook her head.
Zhang Yang looked at the demon.
Yao Ruoxian's delicate palm-sized face was full of caution, and she shook her head indifferently.
Undoubtedly, no one has ever experienced headless Buddha cultivation on a ghost ship.
"Crack!"
There was a harsh noise suddenly.
The people on the boat were taken aback and looked quickly.
Surprisingly, he discovered that the saint's skull on the bow of the ship actually burst into light, as if being called by the headless Buddha to wake up and fly over.
This makes the six feel bad.
"The skull of the saint of the ghost burial ghost ship is suspected of guiding the direction. Once lost, the ship may have no return. We will always stay on the river of dead spirits." Jin Zhilong was shocked.
Yue Guilong roared: "I have also heard this saying, the whole ship, the most protective effect is probably the saint's skull, and it must not be taken away."
They wanted to take action and use the holy power, holy power, and even sacred objects, but they were surprised to find that they could not leave the ship, and even more could not get close to the saint's skull.
This makes them feel desperate.
There was a slight wave in Zhang Yang's heart, and then it calmed down. His fearlessness made him not so easy to be shaken in his heart. After his rapid observation, he knew the reason for the realm. It was difficult for them to do things here.
It's not his style to catch with one's hands.
Since there is no way to do anything with the whole ship, then aim at headless Buddha.
He fully urged the perfect slaying thunder sacred power, gathered the slaying holy thunder, stimulated the vitality of thunder, everything gathered between the mouthpieces, and suddenly let out a roar like a thunderbolt.
"Headless Buddha, you are a Buddha, how to despise yourself, take the saint's skull and place it on the neck, aren't you afraid of other immortals ridiculed."
The sound is like a divine thunder, the key is that there is strong vitality in the sound, to interfere with the headless Buddha cultivation.
However, the headless Buddha cultivated without feeling and was still calling.
"My head, come back!"
Say it again, two echoes.
On this empty river of undead spirits, there is weirdness.
When the four masters, including Yueguilong and Jin Zhilong, saw it, whether it was useful or not, they shouted together, hoping to awaken the headless Buddha, and don't want to take the skull of the saint on the bow.
Headless Buddha cultivating still has no feelings.
At this time, the holy light on Yao Ruoxian's body was steaming, and her delicate little face was incomparably holy, and her unstained red lips lightly opened, spitting out a ray of holy voice.
The sacred sound is faint and fascinating.
Zhang Yang suddenly knew that this was the holy voice she had understood from the Dementor.
The beauty of this method seems to have an impact on headless Buddha cultivation, but it is still calling.
Zhang Yang meditated, looking at the Buddha's smooth neck, the bright lamp appeared in his mind, dimly illuminating death.
He immediately lowered his heart and called for the Nether Lamp, the light flickered, illuminating the blood, and the blood boiled, pulling him into the mouthpiece, and shouting at the Immortal Buddha again.
This roar unexpectedly caused the river of dead souls to suddenly surging, and the immeasurable meaning of death caused the headless Buddha to pause in his footsteps. Then, he turned slowly and walked towards the ghost ship.