The Third Thousand Two Hundred and Thirty-Four Chapters Are Copied

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The reason why Sifang Shenzun stopped Di Xin and Ye Lingyue was precisely because of this consideration.

This fire must be burned by the dark sun, and it can only be burned by him.

At this time, either Ye Lingyue and Di Xin made a shot, which was equivalent to overstepping.

Not only will it lose the face of the God Realm, but it will also disappoint the people of the gods, believing that their god emperor cannot resist the provocation of foreign enemies.

The old ghost of Shanyin is not only testing his strength, but the face of the entire God Realm.

Ye Lingyue and Di Xin were both clear-minded people, and after being reminded by the gods from the four directions, both of them understood and retreated.

But despite this, Ye Lingyue was still a little worried in her heart, whether the adoptive father could deal with the old ghost of Shanyin, after all, this old ghost has a long life and is extremely cunning.

The words of the four gods are exactly what Ming Ri has in mind.

He also knew that it was very important to be able to subdue the old ghost of Shanyin.

The old ghost of Shanyin and Mingri were at a stalemate with each other at this time.

The old ghost of Shanyin was full of suffocating energy, forming a large hurricane.

Looking at Qingming Emperor Mingri again, he saw that his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, motionless, and even the emperor's robe on his body was only screeching, and there was no mess at all.

The old ghost of Shanyin has a heavy yin qi, and the evil spirit emanating from his body can easily make people dizzy and hard to extricate themselves.

But Mingri is also an unusual person. He is the god of the underworld. He has seen not 10,000,000 or 100,000 evil ghosts. What kind of evil ghosts have never been seen before.

Although he is not in a hurry like the old ghost of Shanyin, who has a 10,000-year yin lifespan, Mingri does not have any intention of retreating.

"Jie Jie, you God Race, you have some ability. It's a pity that you only have hundreds of years of Taoism. I can't bring shoes to the old ghost. I will give you a chance. I just heard those people call you emperor. You are their leader. As long as you can offer me 100,000 gods and people every year, I can spare you from dying."

The old ghost of Sanyin stuck out his tongue, revealing a long scarlet tongue.

He was suppressed for many years at the top of Shanyin, and he was already hungry. There were so many Protoss in Fengshentai, and he could not wait to swallow them all in one bite.

However, the man in front of him was not weak, so the old ghost of Shanyin couldn't help but shy away from it.

"If you want me to give a confession, it depends on whether you have the ability."

Mingri's expression remained unchanged in the face of the vicious old ghost.

His indifferent appearance angered the old ghost of Shanyin.

"Give you face, you have no shame, then let you all be buried under the mouth of the old ghost."

After the old ghost of Shanyin said, he roared up, the shadow moved, and the old ghost flew up.

A group of ghosts whistled and the wind did not come.

Wherever he went, the rocks were shattered, and even the throne behind Ming Ri swayed, as if it would be overturned at any time.

At the foot of Mingri, it also stumbled for a while.

"This old ghost really has some ability."

Ming Ri secretly said in his heart.

He raised his hand, and there was a life and death book in his hand.

Ye Lingyue, Di Xin and the others were watching the battle, and they were also frightened.

"At this time, the adoptive father is still flipping through the book of life and death?"

Ye Lingyue's eyelids twitched when she saw it.

Although she has known Mingri for hundreds of years, Ye Lingyue doesn't really know much about her adoptive father's abilities.

Mingri didn't talk much, except for the people closest to him, his expression almost never changed.

So Bo Bo secretly called him "moving icebergs."

Ye Lingyue has no idea what stage Mingri's divine power has reached.

Ye Lingyue vaguely remembered hearing from her mother Yun Sheng when she was a child, that Mingri once fought with her father Ye Beiming against Xi Jiuye's father Xi Sanqian.

Ye Lingyue roughly deduced that Ming Ri's cultivation base should be on par with his father.

She also didn't expect that the first time she saw her adoptive father make a move, she would confront the tens of thousands of years old ghost Shanyin.

The life and death in Ming Ri's hands were thinned by the evil wind, and the pages of the book were turned.

In the book of life and death, the fate of hundreds of millions of souls in the underworld is recorded, and it is also the daily office of the underworld.

But today, under Ming Ri's hands, the book of life and death is a little different.

The tadpole-sized words above were rapidly changing under the influence of the divine power of the sun.

The tadpole characters, each shining brightly, turned into golden characters.

"The big sun doesn't move, and the text is copied."

Ming Ri's voice just fell, and when he saw the words, he broke the book.

Those incantations, like a spell, swept toward the old ghost of Shanyin.

Only a few bangs were heard, and the text exploded in mid-air.

For the sake of hundreds of thousands of golden lights, Ming Culture burst into the old ghost of Shanyin like a swift arrow.

As soon as the old ghost got on the underworld text, his soul was raging on fire.

"What the hell is this! It's amazing!"

The old ghost of Shanyin didn't expect that as soon as the other party made a move, it would be like this.

"That Mingwen copy is very powerful. It looks similar to the Buddhist scriptures, and it actually has the purpose of exorcising evil spirits."

Ye Lingyue looked at the midair, and the golden light shining like a flying talisman was also stunned.

She didn't know that the words in the book of life and death could still be used to fight the enemy.

Moreover, the power of each Mingwen copy is not the next powerful celestial talisman.

Keeping Ming Ri's expression unchanged, the old ghost of Shanyin was forced to retreat, Ye Lingyue couldn't take his eyes off it, secretly admiring Ming Ri's strength in his heart.

"Mingwen copy is not an ordinary book. It is also called the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra. Speaking of which, it is also a magic weapon of Buddhism."

Seeing Mingri facing the old ghost of Shanyin, the four gods did not show weakness, nodded secretly, and explained it casually.

Unlike the God Realm, the treasures from the Thirty-Three Days are generally called magic treasures in the God Realm.

However, the number of magic weapons circulating in the realm of the gods is very small, and even if there are, not everyone can use them, so Ye Lingyue has not seen any magic weapons before.

"There are such powerful treasures in the underworld?"

Ye Lingyue clicked her tongue.

"Strictly speaking, it is not the magic weapon of the underworld, but the magic weapon of your foster father himself. The reason why he was chosen as the god of the underworld was also because of the lack of life and death. When your foster father was born, there was a copy of the underworld text on his body. . Those words did not disappear until he became an adult. He wrote those words in the life and death book, that is, the immortal texts he used just now."

As the mother goddess of Bo Bo and Ming Ri, Sifang Shenzun has raised them both since they were young, but she only knows a little about their backgrounds. Even today, she doesn't know why Ming Ri has those strange things. 's Hades.

As for the power of Mingwen Copy, it was only after Ming Ri truly inherited the position of the Lord of the Underworld that he realized that the army of Xi Sanqian was also defeated by Ming Wen Copy.