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Luo Bei's eyes were filled with red light, which was a sign that the blood began to fill every meridian, and the snake venom was so violent that it was unimaginable.

After barely setting up the bodies of Wang Luoyun and the young man he killed, Luo Bei chose a hidden place, sat cross-legged, and quickly entered the second training ground.

The scene changes, the world changes, and when everything in front of me is clear, Luo Bei finally breathes out, but this time it appears a monk. Even in Luo Bei's era, religion has not become extinct. Luo Bei still has some understanding of religious figures like monks, but this type of person will never make a fuss like a thief.

Monk, you should always teach him the artistic conception of ghost hands honestly.

Luo Bei was looking forward to him stepping into the hall. This was an extremely magnificent hall, but in the middle was the statue of Sakyamuni, solemn and solemn.

The monk sat cross-legged in front of the statue of Sakyamuni, with an extremely old figure that had the aura of a foreigner.

Luobei walked step by step, and he could feel the closer he got to the old monk, the more peaceful he felt. Everything around the world was extremely peaceful.

Finally, his steps seemed to alarm the old monk, who opened his eyes.

"You're here."

The old monk said three words, but it seemed to be with the initial purity of the universe. His smile unfolded, peaceful and quiet, and Luo Bei couldn't help but sit cross-legged in front of the old monk.

"Everyone in the world knows evil devils, but they don't know that the demons are in their hearts and are not outside. You can absorb the souls of others. If you are considered evil devils, who knows that even my Buddha can absorb the essence of the heaven, earth and the universe to attain enlightenment."

The old monk's context was extremely calm and leisurely, but it seemed to have the peace of the universe since ancient times. Luo Bei sat there and actually forgot the ghost hand and the snake venom.

I don’t know how long it has been, but the old monk still said slowly, and every word was calm and calm. Luo Bei sat there peacefully, but every word was heard in his heart.

Finally, outside the hall, the wind blew, the bronze bell blew, and the old monk's words came to an abrupt end.

"The great way is not a good way to spread, but it seems that the fate ends here."

With a faint sigh, the space suddenly shattered, and the world in front of Luo Bei disappeared, and appeared in the system space the next second.

He stood up from the ground with a blank expression, but after a while, his face suddenly changed drastically.

"No, what's going on."

Luo Bei's face looked extremely ugly. The old monk seemed to be far inferior to Nie Zheng before, nor as good as the old man, nor even as good as the Tuo Zhi. He seemed to have hardly shown any power.

However, after thinking about it a little, you can find how ridiculous this statement is. No matter how strong the three of them were, Luo Bei could finally maintain his true nature. In front of the old monk, Luo Bei was completely lost in.

"This artistic conception field was affected by the aftermath of the 100,000 years of spiritual aftermath, and crossed the limitations of the system level, a trace of almost disappeared thoughts were drawn. When the user entered the training field, he was affected by that thought. When this thought appeared, he absorbed everything in the world and the universe into his own spiritual realm."

Wu's voice sing, Luo Bei's heart trembled slightly, and a trace of almost disappearing thoughts, rather than a concrete existence that was generally completely transformed and concrete, such a trace of almost disappearing thoughts can be so powerful.

"Search found that the system gave the only introduction to this residual thought: 'It turns out that all sentient beings have the wisdom and virtues of Tathagata'."

Wu's voice continued to explain on the board, but Luo Bei's heart did not tremble this time, but he couldn't help but want to hit the wall with annoyance. Although he didn't know Buddhism very much, he also understood what this said meant.

In connection with the old monk's last saying that the great way is not a good news, Luobei is almost certain that the old monk's idea from the beginning was to pass him into the Buddha.

Buddha, such a simple word, such a complex word, but if it is linked to the old monk, there is still a saying of praise, such a powerful word.

A trace of residual thought can absorb the world and universe into its own spiritual realm. Luo Bei has learned about the training ground in detail. For the people and things that appear in it, the training ground is real, and there are rules of heaven that are exactly the same as the outside world. People and things are no different from those in the world and Luo Bei to the outside real world.

In other words, even if Luo Bei gets one ten thousandth of the power of the residual thought, he can definitely sweep all the so-called young masters in this small world by extradition.

"No, if you collect more spiritual aftermaths, you will have the opportunity to master the power of the old monk."

Luo Bei asked with anticipation.

"The current power of the user and the degree of system opening are not enough to master the power of the old monk."

The sound of the veneer sounded, and Luo Bei breathed out slightly, but he was surprised to have no regrets in his heart. This trace of residual thought did not belong to the first level of the system, and it was natural that he was not mastered.

Luo Bei finally turned his attention to the death of the ghost hand, and he didn't even care about why that trace of remnant thoughts appeared. He knew his talent. If someone else had always had such great existences, he would probably be able to understand something, but he would never understand anything. Instead, because the existence that appeared was too powerful and the existing system could not control it, he lost the original burning huge amount of mental power to master the welfare of the artistic conception that was stronger than the existing artistic conception.

The ghost hand took the death, which was an extremely evil martial art. However, when Luo Bei tried to use this martial art again, he felt a strange feeling coming up.

Peace, peace, peace, and peace. This is not the place where ghost hands take their lives. This has become a martial art such as Buddhist Buddhist sounds.

However, as the martial arts were running, Luo Bei could feel the constant qi surrounding him being absorbed by him. Although the air was absorbed and the surroundings were full of plants, the absorbed qi was not much, but the rain-like feeling really made people feel full of vitality. I don’t know how many times stronger than the situation of absorbing the vitality of plants contained in the secret book.

Luo Bei felt the special artistic conception carefully, but suddenly, he found an unusual place. The ghost hand had been guided by the old monk but seemed to have changed. When he was absorbed, he actually had a choice that could not damage the target he was absorbed.

The most ruthless and most jealous thing about the ghost hand is that the word "taken" is almost killed by the ghost hand, which is equivalent to the entire life soul being taken away.

Now, Luo Bei's ghost hand artistic conception has erased the word "take" and left a glimmer of life for the target.

Buddha is not his first priority after all, so where can he keep a chance for his enemies?

Luo Bei shook his head and smiled. Suddenly, his expression trembled and a slight sound came.

He suddenly opened his eyes. Although the toxins in his body had not been removed, they could be temporarily suppressed. His figure floated out from the spot and turned into a black shadow. In a blink of an eye, he came to Wang Luoyun and the teenager's corpse.
Chapter completed!