Supreme Ruler of All Nature
Dharma Protector, Buddhist Warrior, Thunder Chan

    After capturing the Old Eagle, Lin Feng felt relieved, and he had no choice but to say there was no help to the black-clothed swordsman and the white-robed middle-aged man.

    His mind was currently fixed on the Buddhist instrument in his hand, which was like a pestle but not a pestle, like a cone but not a cone.

    After searching through the exchange system, Lin Feng determined that this magical weapon was the legendary Thunder Chan, one of the ten protectors of the Dharma of Buddhism.

    The ten Buddhist armies of Buddhism were all earth-shattering and powerful treasures. The ten Buddhist soldiers were combined into one, the so-called "ten-way world", and they were the treasures of the Daleiyin Temple to suppress the mountain gate.

    The actual Dharma Guards and Buddhist soldiers were high-quality magic treasures, which could only be sacrificed and refined by cultivators with Yuanshen.

    However, the methods of sacrifice and purification of the Buddhist army were widespread in the Daleiyin Temple, and monks of all levels of cultivation could perform sacrifices and purification, as well as, but the Buddhist soldiers sacrificed and refined by the monks under Yuanshen were all instruments and could only be considered imitations.

    Huiku is now developing this rumbling meditation, which includes such imitations.

    Lin Feng was a little disappointed: "It turns out that it wasn't a broken treasure, but this great monk had not succeeded in sacrifice."

    Although his sacrifice had not been successful, the power of this magical weapon was enough to move people, and it was worth a shock. Name protector of Zen and the Buddhist army.

    According to Buddhist scriptures, there were kings in ancient times who were stupid and ignorant.

    The country was hit by a tremendous drought, sandstorms buried the entire kingdom, heavy rains caused flooding, and disease outbreaks swept across the country.

    When the Buddha revealed the Dao, he could not bear to see living beings burned to ashes. There was a thunder god in the sky who was enraged and shot down with a magic weapon, piercing the top of the Buddha's head.

    However, psychic artifacts are influenced by Buddhist compassion and turned into powerful Buddhist warriors, splitting the land into trenches, diverting floods into the sea and eliminating havoc.

    And this magic weapon was Thunder Chan.

    Lin Feng did not believe in the legend that the Buddhists put gold on his face, but this did not prevent him from realizing from this legend that the greatest function of Thunder Chan was not to actively attack, but to defuse the attacks of others and make extraordinary. strength Defense was the real advantage of this magic weapon.

    Lin Feng looked closer. Jinglei Chan is a foundation-building stage artifact. He had yet to successfully refine it, but he had withstood the full force attack of the Arctic Sky Magnetic Sword, which was also the foundation building stage. Artifacts were destroyed instantly, the defense was indeed commendable.

    As Lin Feng was thinking, the Jinglei Chan in his hand suddenly shook, as if some force was pulling him, making him out of Lin Feng's control.

    "This is Hui Ku, this monk has freed his hands." Lin Feng moved in his heart, raised his hand and swiped several times in the air, displaying the spell of the Heavenly Cage, sealing Jinglei Chan.

    Hui Ku was a foundation-building stage cultivator, and Thunder Thunder Chan was a magic weapon from the foundation-building stage. Even if Lin Feng, who had practiced the tenth level Qi, placed the Heavenly Cage spell, he would not have been able to seal Thunder Chan.

    However, Jingleichan had not succeeded in ritual training, and he had even eaten Lin Feng's Northern Pole Magnet Light, so even though he struggled, he couldn't break through the heavenly cage.

    As soon as the Heavenly Cage seal came out, it immediately severed the relationship between Huiku and Jingleichan, so that he could no longer communicate with Jingleichan, either, and he could not sense Lin Feng's specific location and his magic weapon.

    No matter how angry the great monk was, Lin Feng brought his two disciples and Lao Jiu, who was beaten to death by the little guy, with him, to pass through the valley and continue chasing Gale Fenghui and Zhu Yi from the other direction.

    Lin Feng kept trying to figure out the structure of Jinglei Chan along the way, and discovered that this magical weapon was made with the supernatural power of Buddha.

    "Easy done...

Done"

 Lin Feng smiled. Others were unable to comprehend the magical power and spells of such remnant traces, even if they were Buddhist monks, but to Lin Feng, this was very simple.

    "Analyze complete. After a while, the system prompt sounded in Lin Feng's ears, and the magical power analyzer also listed detailed information

    The name of magical power: Little Art of Reincarnation

    Category: Spell Functions: Distinguish right from wrong, gain insight into cause and effect, and guide others to strike away from the original orbit, thus achieving defense.

Purposes.

    Through the magical power analyzer, Lin Feng quickly understood all the principles and essence of this spell, and then mastered the spell.

    Lin Feng took out the snake blood collected by Xiao Budian and Xiao Yan, and was nourished by Jingleichan for a long time. This giant python The blood of the snake was actually pale gold in color. His blood was extremely viscous, but it did not clot, and was torn with a faint brilliance.

    After splitting the blood of the snake, Lin Feng inserted Jingleichan into the blood of the snake, and then started practicing Buddhism with his own mana. The supernatural power of small reincarnations, continuing the unfinished business of wisdom and suffering, sacrificing and perfecting this Dharma-protective Buddhist warrior.

Jinglei Chan was constantly flashing with a golden light, like a living, breathing and breathing being, constantly absorbing the spiritual Energy contained in the blood explosion of the snake.

    Huiku sacrificed and refined this magical weapon, it was at the last moment, and it would be done in a few days, but out of greed, Xiao Yan was hunted down, he said, and Lin Feng became cheap in vain.

    Lin Feng was now more In spite of the cost of sacrifice, he tried hard to sacrifice and practice, and the sacrifice succeeded in less than two days.

    The Zen jinglei, which was completely sacrificed, was golden in color, flowing with a dazzling golden light, a burst of sandalwood incense, and Buddhist chants. There is no end.

    Placed there, the entire instrument was wrapped in Buddhist light, and there were countless images flashing in Buddhist light.

    Buddha, Arahat, beginner, flying sky, heavenly dragon, giant elephant, precious tree ... Countless lights and shadows came and went.

    Furthermore, since Hui Ku had reached 99%, even though Lin Feng, a qi training cultivator, had finally kicked the door, this Thundering Chan was still a foundation-building magic weapon.

    Lin Feng sacrificed Jinglei Chan and threw it at Xiao Yan. This is what he promised. Such a magical weapon could effectively increase the strength of an apprentice.

    Little Budian watched excitedly, and came and shook Lin Feng's hand: "Master, I also want the foundation builder's magic weapon."

    Lin Feng smiled and said, "Do you really like that hammer?"

    Little Budian grabbed his white bone hammer and scratched it. Scratching his head and smiling, he said, "I like it a lot, but it's broken. Sir, please help me fix it."

    Lin Feng nodded, "I'll be free later, I need to do something serious for teacher now." From the ground, the eagle elder was unconscious.

    The poor bald old man had been beaten up by the little man. After being awakened by Lin Feng's lightning stimulation, his first reaction was not to open his eyes, but to want to hold his head with both hands like a conditioned reflex.

    It was a pity that Xiao Budian was ready, and the animal vein rope tied him up like a zongzi.

    After struggling for a long time, without waiting for the usual hammer, Ji Lao was stunned, and almost shed tears.

    Every time the poor old man woke up, he fainted again in less than a second, this time he woke up longer than before.

    Lin Feng watched this scene in amusement, cleared his throat, and asked, "How many people has Xuanji Hou's house sent to the mountains to hunt down Gale's Wind Club?"