National awakening: I have attained enlightenment in the dreams of the gods

"I'm sure, there is something wrong with this kid's brain!"

"You have no way to go to heaven and no way to the earth, and you still dare to talk so shamelessly in front of us!"

"He doesn't think he can fight back, does he?"

"The barrier of the evil ghost prison has been opened, and no one can save you! You can say more, because you are going to die soon!"

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After they laughed for a while, the ghost apostle became impatient and reminded him sternly:

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and deal with him, don't forget this is Tiandu City!"

"Come on! Get it for me!"

When the leader spoke, the cultists did not dare to neglect and quickly took action, summoning more evil spirits, and then drove the evil spirits they had raised to kill Feng Xi's wooden clone.

For a time, the sky was full of evil spirits roaring and gathering under the locust tree. The ghost mist swept across and ghosts cried and wolves howled, as if hell had descended and wanted to eat up Feng Xi.

Faced with the ghosts all over the sky, Feng Xi's wooden clone just sneered.

With a "pop" sound, he clapped his hands together, eyeshadow appeared on his face, and he instantly entered fairy mode.

Then his hands flashed, and several hand seals that were different from the twelve basic ninja seals were completed instantly.

"Wood Release Immortal Technique—Coffin Jizo!"

The ground beneath his feet suddenly shook, and a huge ten-meter-high wooden coffin burst out of the ground. It looked quite spectacular with Feng Xi's wooden clone rising up from the ground.

Surrounded by countless evil spirits and ghosts, Feng Xi stood on the giant coffin with her hands clasped together and shouted in a deep voice: "Open!"

"Oh!"

The giant square coffin automatically opened the coffin panels, revealing a wooden Buddha statue inside.

The treasure appearance is solemn, and the eyebrows and eyes are compassionate.

He holds beads in his left hand and a staff in his right hand.

It is exactly the treasure appearance of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!

As soon as the Ksitigarbha treasure appeared, the soft Buddha light that purified the universe and suppressed the hells immediately spread out and illuminated the entire tomb!

The solemn Sanskrit sounds sounded faintly, and mysterious Sanskrit characters gradually emerged in the air, majestic and mysterious.

The evil spirits flying towards them were illuminated by the Buddha's light, and the black mist on their bodies immediately disappeared like burning. They howled in great pain, but were attracted by inexplicable power and kept pulling towards the open coffin.

Not to mention attacking Feng Xi, they couldn't even protect themselves!

All the evil spirits present, without exception, have escaped the control of the cultists!

Seeing this vast and solemn scene, as well as the situation that was instantly out of control, the cultists finally began to panic, a little panicked.

"what?!"

"What's going on? My evil spirit is out of control!"

"Damn! What kind of trick is this!"

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Only the Ghost Apostle remained calm. He looked coldly at Feng Xi, who remained motionless with his hands clasped on the coffin. His eyes moved and he immediately shouted an order:

"He is maintaining the spell, so he must not move. Interrupt him quickly and don't let him take away the evil spirits!"

As he said that, he had already taken the initiative.

With a move of his big hand, nine skull-shaped fireballs burning with purple-black flames appeared out of thin air, making a howling sound as they flew towards Feng Xi's wooden clone.

His guess was indeed correct. Feng Xi could not move now.

This Immortal Technique only combines some of the tricks of Wood Release, Ju Ling Sen Jiang, Tong Tian Jian, and Great Sun Tathagata Sutra. It was specially created to restrain ghosts and does not have much offensive and defensive effects.

After the nine skeleton fireballs flew out, they were weakened by the Buddha's light, but they still attacked Feng Ximu's clone.

Just when it was about to hit, several rays of sword light suddenly fell from the sky, flying interlaced and annihilating the nine skeleton fireballs!

Then, a figure holding a knife fell out of the air, stretched out its white wings, stood in front of the wooden clone, and stood proudly in the air.

If you look closely, you will see that it is exactly the same as the wooden clone on the coffin.

It was Feng Xi's true form who rushed to the scene.

As for the wings behind him, they were ninjutsu he created on the way here.

Paper Escape: The Art of God's Paper Master!

The only difference from Xiaonan's wings is that Feng Xi's wings still emit a bright blue light.

Because each piece of paper that makes up the wings is smaller and more delicate, and is painted with various talismans made by Tongtian Lu, each piece is a disposable talisman!

"Another one? Twins? No wonder they are so confident!"

"No! It's a clone! You actually have such a method?!"

Feng Xi's gorgeous appearance made the Ghost Apostle stunned for a moment. After seeing his appearance clearly, he immediately guessed the reason.

I finally understood where my sense of crisis came from.

That clone deliberately brought them here, hoping to catch them all in one go!

This means that the opponent must be stronger and has the confidence to deal with all of them!

For a time, he became more and more alert.

His eyes moved slightly, he glanced at the subordinates around him, then waved his hand and ordered:

"You guys, all come to me!"

The cultists looked at Feng Xi, who was in the air like a messenger of God, with some fear in their eyes, but the boss's order made them overcome their fear and they immediately wanted to attack Feng Xi.

Seeing this, Feng Xi stretched out his left hand calmly, pinched the seal of Guanyin, and slowly raised Zanpakutao Datianzhengshi with his right hand.

Behind him, a statue of Guanyin flashed away, leaving the holy and solemn power integrated into the blade.

Then the blade was swung into a circle, transforming into countless white petals that floated all over the sky!

Under the boundless Buddha's light, surrounded by petals all over the sky, Feng Xi's long knife raised high slashed straight down, unhurriedly, gently and solemnly.

When the blade fell, the wings behind him also decomposed into a large number of petals, which danced wildly and swept out continuously, instantly filling the world and covering the sky and the earth!

"Da Luo Dao Zhang,"

"Six forms——"

"View the world in bloom."

Chapter 81 Transcendence! Lady in black!

Endless petals cover the sky and the earth, like a wave of white flowers submerging the camp of cultists.

There is nowhere to hide, no gap to conceal.

Only the ghost apostles used all their strength to form an all-round shield, and they could barely block the sea of ​​countless petals.

Even so, he struggled to block it. The seemingly light white paper petals contained extraordinary power, and the energy consumed to maintain the shield far exceeded his recovery speed.

Feng Xi used the method of the Tongtian Ru and the Seal of Ten Thousand Buddhas to endow each white paper petal with the energy of Buddhism, Taoism, immortality, and ninjutsu. Not to mention it is extremely sharp, and it also has the sacred attribute of defeating evil spirits.

At this time, the head and face were covered, cut, and exploded. It was not easy to resist.

This is just like Xiaonan's 100 billion detonating talismans. It can be crushed with force and quantity. It is unmatched by irregular-level abilities.

Even a fifth-level apostle with unlimited energy can resist it with such difficulty. The other cultists who are only in the fourth-level and below the extraordinary level will naturally have no suspense about the result of this move.

The sea of flowers passed over them, instantly cutting them apart and turning them into dust, burying them silently in this extremely romantic beauty.

Feng Xi's final scene: Baidi Sword... No, it was the sixth move of Da Luo Dao Zhang, which wiped out hundreds of Ghost Church cultists with one move.

(Kuchiki Byakuya liked it and sent you a green corpse)

Once they died, the evil spirits under their control were even less able to resist the attraction of the Buddha's light from the Immortal Magic Coffin Jizo, and were put into the giant coffin at a faster speed.

In a short while, all the evil spirits in the sky were cleared away.

"Oh!"

After all the evil spirits were gathered, the door of the coffin was immediately closed, tightly fitting without leaving a single gap.

The seal is completed.

The barrier that relied on the evil spirits also naturally dissipated, revealing a clear sky and a bright sun.

Feng Xi stretched out his hand and used about two-thirds of the white paper petals to roll back and re-condensed into angel wings behind him.

A somewhat disheveled figure appeared on the ground.

The mausoleum that was originally surrounded by hundreds of people was now the only ghost apostle left alone.

The remnant robe on his body could no longer cover his ugly body. He raised his head weakly, revealing a frightening grimace. He stared at Feng Xi with a pair of eyes full of hatred and gritted his teeth:

"With such strength in just four realms, the human race is really full of geniuses!"

"It is because of the existence of guys like you that mankind always holds on to that ridiculous hope and stubbornly refuses to fall into the arms of the Lord. Guys like you are simply a cancer that prevents the sublimation of the world! You deserve to die!"

"Why don't guys like you die! Die!"

Feng Xi looked at him condescendingly, her eyes indifferent and cold.

The white wings behind him stretched out at will, and the sun shone through his body and fell on the other person.

This situation is like God’s judgment.

Feng Xi didn't care about the howling of a mentally disturbed cultist before he died. He just raised his Zanpakutō at him again with a cold tone:

"I gave you a chance to speak to make you repent, but you are hopeless. As expected, being weak is not a sin, being stupid is!"

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Thunder roared, instantly cutting off his last scream.

One move, Sui Shi Jing Zhe, cut through the body of the ghost apostle in an instant.

The petals of the wings that were broken again along the road behind him poured into his body along the path Feng Xi pierced, completely annihilating his life, destroying his body, and taking away his dirty soul.

Feng Xi turned around silently in the rain of falling flowers and sheathed her sword.

After walking up to the giant coffin, he took off the sword beads from his wrist and hung them in the tiger's mouth.

The wooden clone had also jumped off the ground at this time, came to his side and reminded:

"The evil power of the evil spirit inside should have been almost purified. How do you want to deal with the original body?"

Feng Xi didn't answer, but said calmly: "You go, leave this to me."

The wooden clone nodded and disappeared in a flash.

Feng Xi clasped her hands together, hung Buddhist beads from the tiger's mouth, lowered her head in front of the giant coffin, and silently recited the mantra for rebirth.

A soft golden light shone on his body, and the coffin began to tremble slightly.

For these purified evil spirits, Feng Xi chose to save them.

The Ghost Church creates evil spirits by torturing ordinary people. They use the power of evil gods combined with the negative energy in people's hearts to create them. In other words, every soul here was once a human being who suffered torture.

Feng Xi could no longer save them, and letting them rest in peace was the only option.

As for staying and being enslaved by the generals, Feng Xi couldn't do it yet, and there was no need.

What a scumbag. If he does this, what's the difference between him and those cultists?

It takes some time to liberate so many ghosts, but Feng Xi doesn't think it's a waste.

There is always something that must be done.

As time passed by, his body remained motionless, and only the faint sound of singing floated far away in the quiet tomb.

The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, with only the soothing wind blowing the young man's hair.

After an unknown amount of time, a slender figure slowly came from the bottom of the mountain.

She was a tall woman with long hair hanging casually on her shoulders, and her skin was so fair that she was a little sickly.

She was holding a black parasol, wearing neutral black clothes, and a black coat draped over her shoulders.

It seemed that he saw someone on the top of the mountain. The black umbrella tilted, revealing a beautiful face.