From the Valkyrie to the Endless

Taking a deep breath, Shen Qing held the sword across his chest and, regardless of the loss of true energy in his body, directly activated the more than thirty spiritual arrays engraved on it.

For a moment, sword energy was everywhere, and flashes of lightning were created in the air.

The first sword technique Shen Qing learned was the Thunder Blade, which had slight similarities with the Purple Lightning Sect's Nine Thunder Slashes. The last time she watched Lu Xunfeng slaughter a god, she saw some of the tricks in it, and today was the time to verify it.

The god in mid-air had a cold gaze, and the divine chains at his sides whistled at the void with a terrifying momentum. Even if the soul was strong and the cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul stage, they would not be his opponent at all.

The cultivation world has a strict hierarchy, and the crushing power between different realms cannot be compensated by a little bit of talent.

A person like that who goes against the grain has not appeared for hundreds of thousands of years, and there is no trace of him even in the history books!

He examined Shen Qing in just two breaths, and Shen Qing had already drawn his sword. The sword light rose up like a thundercloud, mixed with the starlight surging in his true energy, as if reflecting a scene of the universe, deep and vast, heavy as a mountain.

Boom boom!

The divine chain met the sword light without giving an inch. Every strike was like a meteorite falling with great force and heft.

The mountains sank, the earth collapsed, the ground shook for dozens of miles, and dust filled the sky.

As the divine chain continued to fall, the god's facial expression turned into shock, and finally, a hint of fear appeared.

Every time he felt Shen Qing's breath was about to fail, she would recover to her peak in the blink of an eye, and her true energy seemed endless.

Such a strange and incomprehensible opponent made him want to retreat.

Under continuous hard clashes, Shen Qing's tacit understanding with the sword gradually increased, and she became more and more adept at it. At this moment, she even began to hope that this god would not die too quickly.

After fighting for nearly half an hour and easily defeating the body of the god again, Shen Qing did not wait for him to recover. He put away his sword, opened his mouth and tongue, and took a breath of Qiankun Qi through his chest and abdomen, bringing a large amount of incense and vows into his body.

The god's consciousness did not dissipate, but was mixed with the power of incense and wishes. He was watching the battlefield. After noticing Shen Qing's actions, he was not surprised but happy.

The power of incense and vows is no less than poison to living beings. He can even directly reconstruct the divine body in Shen Qing's body and tear Shen Qing apart completely.

Shen Qing's expression remained calm. After swallowing all the overflowing incense and prayer power into his stomach, he did not stop at all and brought it all into the sundial.

As the power of incense and wishes was devoured by the sundial, the gods, realizing that something was wrong, could no longer escape. They didn't even have time to feel regret as their consciousness had already fallen into darkness.

A fourth-rank incense god made Shen Qing's soul stronger. Faintly, she could even see the gate of consciousness located between her eyebrows.

After taking a quick glance at the battlefield and making sure that nothing was missed, Shen Qing turned around and followed the direction in which the giant beast had just left.

Her original intention of going into the mountains was to find something to eat, and she has not forgotten this.

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A convoy far away from the battlefield.

The middle-aged servant sat on the shaft of the carriage, playing with the talisman in his hand, as if thinking about something.

There were several attendants in the Condensation Realm standing nearby. They were looking at the divine talisman and talking about it:

"This incense god came up to me so suddenly. It's inevitable that he knew my wife's identity. Did he leak the news?"

"If Madam didn't want to be alone, Your Excellency should have arranged for a great monk to escort us. It's impossible for us, the drivers, to provide adequate protection."

"No need to say that."

The middle-aged attendant interrupted them and said, "That god is only at the fourth level. In today's Southern Region, it is unknown how long he can live. The most important thing now is to escort the lady back to the capital."

Suddenly, the carriage shook, dust and smoke billowed behind it, and the earth shook.

"Come on!"

The middle-aged attendant was the first to react. With a serious look on his face, he waved his whip and urged the convoy to move forward.

As the carriage was running, the talisman in his hand, which was originally glowing, quietly shattered, combusted without fire, and turned into ashes.

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The Southern Region is in chaos everywhere, and the border between the Central Plains and the Southern Region has been cut off by a turbulent river that comes down from the sky. Unless you are a cultivator, it is impossible to cross it.

Today, the Southern Region has become a huge cage and arena.

The gods here will decide the winner among themselves, and before the strongest is determined, no outside forces will interfere.

In a corner of the southern region, in an inconspicuous barren mountain, a Buddhist temple was quietly built. The temple was not big, only a few dozen steps on each side, and there was only a huge clay Buddha in the main hall.

On the plaque of the temple are written the three characters "Baihong Temple".

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small town. At the entrance of the only official road into the town, a bamboo shed has been set up, where an old monk with white eyebrows is distributing porridge.

Outside the bamboo shed, more than 2,000 people lined up in a long queue that stretched for several miles.

The news that an old immortal had suddenly appeared nearby had spread throughout the nearby villages and towns. It seemed as if there was endless porridge in that small pot, and thousands of people were eating and drinking, but the pot was still not empty.

In the eyes of the common people, this was a kind-hearted god who was helping the people, so they were naturally grateful.

It was not until sunset that the porridge for more than 2,000 people was finally distributed. Each person was only given one bowl per day. This was the rule here, and no one dared to challenge the words of a god.

After closing the lid of the pot, the old monk raised his head and glanced in the direction of the imperial capital. Then his gaze rested on the majestic river flowing down from the sky, and he slowly shook his head.

Indirectly killing hundreds of millions of lives, such a heavy karma is not something that everyone can bear, and it is tantamount to cutting off one's own path to the realm of creation.

When you enter the realm of creation and a thunderbolt strikes from the sky, extremely terrifying things will happen.

There is a law of cause and effect between heaven and earth. Even the Buddha cannot withstand the backlash of the great cause and effect.

The old monk carried the black pot on his back and walked slowly towards the small temple in the mountains, his steps were very slow.

"God stay on your feet."

A young man in brocade clothes caught up with them, his steps were light and his breath was long. He was actually a practitioner who had entered the realm of manifestation.

"God, do you need a servant to recruit believers for you? I am willing to serve by your side." The young man spoke directly and stated his purpose.

He had been observing here for a long time. This old immortal was definitely not an ordinary person. The black pot alone was a priceless treasure.

The old monk did not stop, and his pace seemed slow but was actually fast. When the young man caught up with him, the two of them were already standing at the gate of Baihong Temple.

The old monk put down the black pot, pushed open the temple door, and slowly walked into the main hall.

The young man behind him glanced at the black pot, suppressed the desire in his eyes, and followed him into the main hall.

“Is this your golden body?”

Seeing the clay Buddha statue, the young man glanced at the old monk and was a little confused. The difference in appearance was a bit too big.

The old monk shook his head slightly, gathered up his yellowish white sleeves, and said calmly, "Buddha has no form."

The man seemed to understand what was said, so he knelt down on the mat, kowtowed ten times, and then closed his eyes and waited.

Believe in gods, kowtow ten times, as long as your heart is sincere, you will naturally be blessed by gods, this is what he is waiting for.

However, after a long time, there was still no movement.

"You have no affinity with my Buddha, go away."

The old monk waved his hands, moved his Buddhist beads, and sat down quietly on the cushion.

(End of this chapter)

134. Chapter 134 Send to the City

134.

2023-08-01

No connection with Buddha...

Hearing the old monk's words, the young man kneeling in front of the Buddha statue looked slightly grim. This was the first time he had encountered a god that did not want believers. For a moment, he could not help but ask:

"What is Buddha? Does he not need believers?"

For the living beings in this world, the word Buddha is too unfamiliar.

"Everyone who has perfected his practice can become a Buddha. Whether you believe it or not, Buddha is always there, unchanging from eternity."

The old monk did not explain too much. He flicked his sleeves and a breeze lifted the man's body and sent him out of the temple gate.

The true Buddha has long disappeared in the universe. It is still unclear whether there are still practitioners who can be called Buddhas in this universe today.

If Yun Ming had not come to the end of his life, he would not have chosen to come to this place where gods fell.

Buddhism focuses on cultivating good results in the next life. He has done countless good deeds in his life and violated the precept of killing only a few times. However, he has no clear idea of ​​what his next life will be like.

There is infinite magic power on this star. The powerful monks who die here will have the opportunity to reincarnate in the future. This has been a rumor in the universe for a long time.

Reincarnation, everything becomes empty, this is the iron law born when this era was opened up.

The number of reincarnations of life and death involves the underworld. The passage between yin and yang has long been sealed in order to prevent anyone from disrupting yin and yang and disturbing the laws of nature and morality.

Reincarnation with memories is something that even the Taoist master cannot do, but dying on this planet is different. One can be reborn in another way, in the distant future.

No one knows whether this legend is true or not. Yun Ming came here only because he had long heard of the name of the Land of Fallen Gods. He wanted to see it for himself and plant a seed of Buddhism at the same time. He never thought of leaving here alive.

He didn't care whether the rumor was true or not.

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Southern Region, Yunjing Prefecture, and Desolate Region.

Due to the depletion of the earth's spiritual energy, some of the spiritual herbs growing on the ground appear soft, and some mundane grains have long disappeared. Everywhere you look, there are large areas of dry and cracked earth with no grass growing.

Shen Qing went deep into the wild and sparsely populated areas. In the past ten days, she killed more than a dozen monsters and brought them back, including a fourth-level monster tiger. Since she didn't have a spiritual ring, it took her a long time just to transport the corpses.

But a dozen monsters were completely useless compared to hundreds of thousands of mouths. They were like a drop in the bucket. Within a few days, even the bone marrow was sucked dry.

Shen Qing spent nearly half a month to hunt for these preys, and it was a waste of time going back and forth.

Even though the monsters' flesh and blood were full of energy, any small piece of meat stewed in a pot of soup could fill the stomachs of hundreds of people, but their numbers were too small. If they hid intentionally, it would take Shen Qing a lot of time to find them. She was no match for those big monsters that had entered the fifth level, so she was in a dilemma for a while.

Moreover, some monks who have entered the Transcendent Realm are in the period of replenishing their bodies, and their appetites are astonishingly large. Even if they have tried to reduce their activities as much as possible, the amount of food each of them eats is equivalent to that of ten young and strong men.

Nowadays, some common prey have long become extinct in the wild mountains and wilderness, and it can be said that the country has completely reached a desperate situation.

When food was almost cut off, the most direct reaction was that the amount of faith and power Shen Qing could receive every day dropped sharply.

Facts have proved that when their own survival is threatened, humans will no longer believe in any gods. They will choose to rely on their own strength to struggle for survival.

In the current situation, Shen Qing is helpless. The fastest way to get food is to conquer, kill, plunder, and seize other people's food.