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Chapter 390

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The evil spirit was truly terrifying. It ignored all attacks. Now that Lin Feng was being attacked by the evil spirit, it was difficult for him to dodge. The attack was about to pierce Lin Feng's chest.

"Buzz."

Suddenly, a Buddhist light emitted from Lin Feng's brocade pouch and enveloped Lin Feng's body.

When the evil spirit's attack reached him, it was blocked by the Buddhist light.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle …

Moreover, the evil spirit's claws were emitting black smoke.

"Screech!" The evil spirit was severely injured.

The evil spirit was not afraid of fire, but it was afraid of the power of Buddhism.

"It's a sarira!"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. He remembered the sarira he had obtained from the Wall of Devils.

The so-called sarira was usually a sacred object of Buddhism after an eminent Buddhist monk passed away. The Buddhist bones in his body were immortal.

After the evil spirit was injured, it went completely berserk. It let out a sharp and ear-piercing cry. A sinister and terrifying aura was emitted from the evil spirit's body.

The evil spirit roared furiously and threw itself at Lin Feng again.

Lin Feng took out the sarira and held it in his hand.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Suddenly, the Buddhist light from the sarira shone. An ancient Buddha appeared above Lin Feng. The ancient Buddha sat cross-legged with its palms together and chanted, "Namo Amitabha." Endless Buddhist light surged out and enveloped the evil spirit in an instant.

"Screech … Screech …"

The evil spirit let out an incomparably shrill scream as its body began to be destroyed.

The evil spirit was not indestructible.

He just needed to find the right way to kill the evil spirit. Of course, this was not an easy task.

"A Buddhist sarira!"

A cultivator saw the sarira in Lin Feng's hand and his eyes lit up. He quickly rushed over.

"Kid, give it to me!"

Cold laughter rang out. Lin Feng was attacked.

He was surrounded by five or six cultivators. Three of them were Martial Kings.

"Damn it …"

Lin Feng's expression was gloomy. These people were very detestable. Seeing that his sarira could kill the evil spirit, they wanted to kill him and seize his treasures.

This was the ugly side of the world of cultivators. Under normal circumstances, even if they killed someone to steal their treasures, they would do it secretly.

But now that everyone was trapped by the evil spirit, they no longer had any scruples.

"Fuck you!"

Daoist Wu Liang rushed over and swept away a cultivator who was besieging Lin Feng.

Following that, another five to six experts rushed over and repelled the cultivators who were besieging Lin Feng.

A middle-aged cultivator shouted, "We only ask for your protection, little brother. We definitely won't try to steal the sarira."

"Then let's kill our way out together." Lin Feng nodded. This was a matter of mutual benefit.

His possession of the Sarira, a precious treasure, had already attracted the attention of many people.

The evil spirits in the surroundings sensed the aura of the sarira and stopped attacking. However, they did not disperse. They lingered around and surrounded Lin Feng and the others.

"Everyone, instead of dying at the hands of the evil spirit, why don't we steal the sarira? We can use it to leave." A cultivator said coldly.

Lin Feng said, "My sarira can naturally protect everyone. Don't be deceived by this person."

Some people did not simply want to leave. They wanted to create chaos and take advantage of the chaos to steal Lin Feng's sarira.

Lin Feng naturally saw this very clearly, but there were many people who had such thoughts. Very few people responded to Lin Feng. Many people's eyes flashed coldly.

This was the human heart.

Lin Feng's expression darkened slightly.

Daoist Wu Liang sneered and said, "F * ck, let's do it. Who's afraid of who? At worst, we'll just destroy the sarira. When that happens, everyone will be finished. "

A cultivator sneered and said, "A sacred object of Buddhism? Is it that easy to destroy? You fake Daoist Priest, you said that I would have a bloody calamity. I think you're the one who will have a bloody calamity. I'll split your head open later. "

Daoist Wu Liang's mouth twitched violently. He touched his forehead and found that it was covered in cold sweat.

"Attack …" a cultivator said. He did not want to wait any longer and took the initiative to kill and steal the sarira.

Many people were ready to make a move. To Lin Feng and the others, this was naturally not a good thing.

At that moment, a cold and terrifying aura came from the depths of the hall.

The hundreds of evil spirits in the periphery trembled and quickly retreated.

"Is some terrifying existence about to appear? Why are these evil spirits so scared? "

Lin Feng and the others looked into the depths of the hall in horror.

A mysterious person wearing a black robe appeared.

Kekekeke …

A sinister voice sounded.

Whoosh.

The mysterious person in the black robe attacked. He was so fast that he was like an afterimage as he flashed through the crowd.

Crack, crack …

Then, the necks of the cultivators were broken.

The black-robed cultivator rushed into the area covered by the Buddhist light. He did not seem to be afraid of the Buddhist light.

"It's a Yin God!"

A cultivator cried out in fear, uttering an extremely terrifying name.

Yin Gods were said to be formed by the evil thoughts of the fallen "Gods".

"Are there really Yin Gods? Isn't there an Eternally Subduing God-Devil Stele here? It suppresses all evil thoughts of the ancient Gods and Devils and prevents them from turning into Yin Gods. Why are there Yin Gods here? "

Someone shouted in horror.

Lin Feng also thought of the Eternally Subduing God-Devil Stele. It was to prevent the birth of these terrifying Yin Gods.

But now, a Yin God had actually appeared. Yin Gods were almost immortal and abnormally powerful.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Lin Feng shouted.

He, Daoist Wu Liang, and a few other cultivators quickly rushed out under the protection of the sarira.

Yin Gods could not resist at all.

Perhaps only a supreme being would be able to fight against the Yin God.

"Screech!" More than ten evil spirits rushed over, but the sarira's power forced them back. Everyone successfully rushed out of the hall and rushed into the depths. Not long after, a terrifying aura came from behind. It was the aura of a Yin God. The terrifying Yin God was quickly chasing after them.

"He's got his eyes on us." Lin Feng's expression was gloomy.

"Let's go deeper. Many strong cultivators have gone there." A cultivator said.

This was indeed a good idea. If there were strong cultivators there, they could lure the Yin God there and escape. Although some people might be unlucky because of the Yin God, this was the world of cultivators. Everything they did was for their own survival.

Lin Feng and the others rushed into the depths of the hall.

Finally, they arrived at the deepest part of the city. There was an enormous public square, and in the depths of the public square was a Dao Platform.

The platform was sealed, and the sarcophagus landed on top of it. On top of the platform, there was an altar. There were three things on the altar, but they were all wrapped up in a golden light. Many strong cultivators were trying to break the matrix, including Mad Man. They were all trying to break the matrix, trying to get the treasures inside.

Whoosh. Lin Feng and the others rushed over.

"It's that guy," whispered Hu Mei Xian when she saw Lin Feng running towards her.

However, Lin Feng and Wu Liang Daoist had already squeezed their way through the crowd.

"Brat, do you want to die?"

"F * ck, damned Daoist, what are you squeezing for?"

A cultivator cursed in dissatisfaction.

Lin Feng and the others didn't care about this. It was safer to squeeze into the crowd.

The Yin Deity rushed over and started attacking the cultivators on the periphery.

Pu …

Immediately, more than ten cultivators died tragically under the Yin Deity's sharp claws. Their shrill screams startled many people.

Even the great cultivators who were trying to break the matrix were alarmed.

"It's the Yin Deity …"

Many great cultivators saw the black-robed cultivator and their expressions turned ugly.

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