Bai Shi knew very well that this was by no means a kind of spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Because when these invisible forces poured into the place between his eyebrows, illusions suddenly appeared in his consciousness. These illusions were not thought deliberately, but as if they were gathering with the influx of these forces.

The first thing Bai Shi saw was a white-haired old man. The old man was floating in the air, as if he was looking ahead, and he didn't know what he was looking at. A force came out of his mind, as if it was the power of his thoughts. The man's robe fluttered in the wind, but his body was still motionless. Judging from his cultivation, it should be quite good.

Secondly, Bai Shi saw a stone statue three feet tall in a city. This stone statue was very similar to Bai Shi!

The stone statue is located in the middle of the city. When many people passed around the stone statue, they looked up at the stone statue, with piety in their eyes and thought power in their minds.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Shi saw several familiar figures under the stone statue. After these figures made Bai Shi recall it, he couldn't help but look surprised in his eyes. These figures should be the Xiao Yishen who had lost his cultivation and the monks who survived the Morning Mountains under the Demon Sword Sect that day. And these cities are the Suxing City of the Morning Realm!

Similarly, Xiao Yishen and these strong men exuded a kind of power of thought.

"Master Xichen once said that if you enter the Zixu period, you can sense the power of others' thoughts and become your own cultivation!"

While thinking, Shiraishi thought of Xi Chenzi's words. He clearly remembered that Xi Chenzi once said that the power of thoughts from others is actually a power of faith. Although this power of faith does not fully include the entire cultivation of the monk, there will be some.

Therefore, even though these forces are poured into Shiraishi's body at this moment, Shiraishi can imagine that if a powerful army has millions or even hundreds of millions of soldiers, they have a sense of awe and faith in the leaders of the army. Then the power of faith gained by this person must be a force that cannot be underestimated and the power of cultivation.

While thinking, Bai Shi's eyes showed burning heat, and at this moment, his hands were naked. The mysterious golden fantasy picture disappeared, a circle of golden halos oozed out at this moment. The halo spread along Bai Shi's hands naked, and in an instant, completely covering his body. At this moment, it looked as if Bai Shi's body was tied up by this halo.

"I remember that in this fantasy picture, after entering the Zixu period, there was no description."

With his brows frowned, Bai Shi looked at the golden halo. As he pondered in his heart, he suddenly heard the golden halos suddenly buzzing. After the buzzing sound came out, these golden halos actually immersed in his body. In an instant, they disappeared as if they were embedded in his body. And Bai Shi's body also felt a thick force.

This is an enhancement of defense!

Not only that, when Bai Shi felt a thick feeling, a dazzling golden light oozed out of his body. The golden light covered his body for the moment. From Bai Shi's feet, golden scales began to appear, and in the blink of an eye it spread to the top of his head, even covering his face completely, leaving only a little black hair on his head.

Shiraishi felt that this was a pair of armor with strong defense!

A little delighted inside, a self-sufficiency smile finally appeared on the corner of Bai Shi's mouth. He had some understanding of this mysterious golden illusion picture. After the thought was output, the golden armor disappeared into his body.

"I also want to know who is the one who left this treasure!"

While pondering inside, Shiraishi did not continue to stay where he was, but just after leaving, he suddenly stopped.

At this moment, a scene in the mysterious fantasy picture appeared from his mind. At the same time, a row of subtitles suddenly appeared. These subtitles all describe some things about Zixu period.

Shiraishi soon discovered that what is recorded in the subtitles on it turned out to be a kind of elixir technique and magical technique!

"When Zixu was about to understand his supernatural powers, I was the leader of saving the people on that day, and I accidentally got this power! The life-saving technique..."

Looking at these subtitles, Bai Shi frowned and silently recited the subtitles. While thinking, he continued to recite silently: "This technique has a necessary connection with this medicine. If the soul of the monk is not damaged, even if the monk's body is destroyed, he will definitely be able to save him."

Soon, in silent recitation, Bai Shi discovered that this magical technique also had great requirements for the purity of the soul. It records that when you understand this magical power, if you want to save the other party, your cultivation must be higher than the other party. And the purity of the soul must exceed the other party. Only in this way can you play a control effect. What surprised Bai Shi was that when saving people, his pills must be made by taking some flesh and blood on the other party's body!

"After obtaining this enlightenment, it is almost the power of reversal in time. With one point, the mild ones will save lives and heal the wounded, and the worst ones will take their lives!"

After reciting the last line of thought, the illusion that appeared disappeared in vain. Shiraishi came back to his senses and thoughtfully, he was not busy leaving. Instead, he stood there, looking at the floating Mars at this moment, thinking about it.

"Also, the power that gathers where I am naked at this moment seems to be an external force."

While thinking, Shiraishi felt that where his hands were naked, that is, where the golden halo appeared, there was a strong force at this moment. The power of this power was even far beyond his cultivation power at this moment.

"This may be the power left by the mysterious fantasy map after I entered the Zixu period."

In a blink of an eye, Shiraishi thought that every time he entered a cultivation level, the disappearing golden illusion map would have an almost violent destructive force. This force was enough to resist people of several levels higher than his own cultivation level.

But once this force is released, it will disappear.

To activate this power, you have to use your own blood to immerse it in it, and then be controlled by its thoughts before it can be emitted.

This is the strongest attack outside of Bai Shi’s current cultivation level!

His eyes were locked on these Mars again. Although he received the narrative of this magical power, what Shiraish needed was a kind of enlightenment. He knew clearly that enlightenment might be something for a moment, and since it was the supernatural power of Zixu period, it should not be difficult to understand it.

"Times reverse, reversal..."

Shiraishi looked at these Mars, and while pondering, the word reversal began to echo in his mind.

"The so-called reversal is just like Mars floating in this moment. If I can see the way Mars floated before, or even restored the way before, it is the technique of reversal."

While pondering, Bai Shi slowly stretched out his palm. The moment the palm stretched out, a thought suddenly shot out from his mind. In an instant, it spread above the slurry, causing these Mars to begin to roll violently at this moment, and finally gathered together and gathered in his palm.

At this moment, a pile of squirming slurry appeared!

"If I imagine this slurry as a monk, and those Mars are the power of the monk's thoughts. Then..."

As if he was thinking, Shiraishi seemed to have touched some clues of Mingxiu's reversal power, but Shiraishi couldn't understand what it was in an instant. So he suddenly swept out the slurry in his palm, and immediately the slurry turned into countless Mars and floated in the void.

"The key to the monk's power of cultivation is the output of his mind..."

Smile. Shiraishi focused his eyes on these boiling slurries, and now there were scenes of fighting phantoms in his mind. These phantoms made his thoughts fluctuate, but in an instant, he found something from these phantoms.

"Speed! It's speed!"

With a deep shout, Bai Shi seemed to have realized the so-called reversal power. When his five fingers grabbed, the slurry under his feet burst out loud and splashed in all directions.

"The so-called reversal power is actually a kind of speed. The splashing slurry is just like this. Before they splash, it is the slurry on the ground. When they splash, it is a piece of Mars! When this reversal technique can only be targeted at monks. The slurry is slurry after all, and they cannot become monks because they themselves do not have the power of thought!"

"When the monk's mind has not yet released the power of cultivation, he will control the cultivator's soul, then tap his eyebrows and control his body! This is the power of reversal!"

Shiraishi's expression became excited, and the burning heat in his eyes became rich again. Looking at the Mars that had not yet fallen back into the slurry, it was as if he had seen the figures of monks one by one.

"What kind of technique is this to save lives and heal the wounded! This is a torture technique that makes the monk want to die, but he can't die!"

Shiraish pondered, knowing that if a person who is about to die does not call to death, he will not use the so-called reversal technique at all. This magical power should target monks who are opposite to him.

"Haha, that's exactly that!"

The steps suddenly opened, and amid the laughter, Bai Shi's body turned into a rainbow, galloping towards the exit that the spiritual sense had visited.

At the same time, Chiyan Peak, which was restored to peace, had dissipated at this moment, and the dark clouds dispersed and exposed the sunlight, scattered in the Chiyan Peak, as if to bring peace to the Chiyan Peak. But where the Yunhe Tribe is located, the crisis comes again. The man wearing a mask attacked the Yunhe Tribe again.

Moreover, at this moment, all the members of the Yunhe tribe were sitting cross-legged under the light curtain, closing their eyes, as if waiting for the arrival of death, but in fact, they were using their own mind power to add as much protection as possible to the light curtain.

Even, it's so trivial.

"Bang!"

The man wearing a mask was suspended in the air, his palm suddenly swung out, and a huge palm phantom hit the golden light curtain, and a sudden explosion made a sound. Amid the explosion, the golden light curtain shaking violently, and a large number of cracks appeared.

"Bang!"

There was another violent explosion, and the golden light curtain creaked, like the about to break glass, and the cracks spread again.

"Today, I want all of you Yunhe Tribe people to try my last blow!"

The masked man shouted deeply, and after swinging his palm again, the huge palm phantom suddenly hit the golden light curtain, causing the golden light curtain to suddenly make a buzzing sound, shattering all of them.

At this moment, the people from the Yunhe Tribe who were under the light curtain trembled, and they all let out a muffled groan, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, they opened their eyes and lost the protection of the light curtain. When they looked at the masked man, they felt a stronger sense of crisis. Especially those children, who were crying and hiding in their mother's arms, seemed to feel a sense of fear facing the demon.

At the same time, the man wearing a mask suddenly grabbed the palm of his hand, and a white sword suddenly appeared in his palm. After the sword appeared, his lips began to squirm. Under the squirming, the white sword in his hand suddenly appeared layer by layer of sword shadows, and instantly, it floated high in the entire Yunhe Tribe, and exuded a thick pressure, making these people from the Yunhe Tribe lose the capital to resist under the constraints of this pressure!

The crying sounds were still there. These children did not dare to look directly at the place where the masked man in the sky was. Under the constraints of this powerful pressure, there were bursts of stinging pain from their bodies. The stinging pain made their crying sound even more harsh, and when people heard it, they felt pity.

At the same time, the white-haired old man standing in the air in the distance who had not left yet seemed to have discovered a scene here, but he did not make any move. He just stopped in the air and frowned slightly.

In this Red Flame Peak, as long as there are tribes without alliances, they will not interfere in the wars between tribes.

"That tribe, that tribe, has it actually received such a catastrophe at this moment?"

The white-haired old man pondered, his eyes moved to the place where the golden light spots disappeared, as if he was waiting for something.

"This is my last blow to your Yunhe Tribe!"

The mask shouted in a deep voice, and the robe fluttered as the robe fluttered. The sharp sword in his hand suddenly pointed it at the people of the Yunhe Tribe. At the same time, several sharp sword phantoms in the sky began to fall in vain, like flying swords, towards the people of the Yunhe Tribe.

Time seemed to stop at this moment. Jing Yu looked at the masked man with blood left at the corner of his mouth. Even when facing death, he did not feel any fear, but hatred for this man reached an extreme.

"This may be fate. Yunhe tribe can't escape this disaster after all..."

The patriarch's expression showed despair. While pondering inside, he slowly closed his eyes. In this situation where he could not resist, he did not show any struggle, and seemed very peaceful. It was as if he looked at the wind at this moment, calming down and leaving quietly.

"Mom, Dad. My daughter is here to see you."

Yunyan sat on the ground, looked up at the sky, and saw a floating cloud flowing away from the sky, tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and then closed her eyes.

Even Wan Lao, who had been full of expectation, showed a look of despair at this moment. When the war came again, his body seemed to have never sat down, stood with his hands behind his back all day, looking up at the sky, looking forward to someone's arrival.

At this moment, he also closed his eyes.

The women holding the children slowly closed their eyes at this moment, and tears fell from the corners of their eyes. The tears fell on their children's faces, causing their children to cry and howl abruptly. The fear made their mind mature at this moment...

"boom!"

These sharp swords tore the void in an instant and suddenly descended. From the sky, people from these tribes were approached. With the power of destruction, the dust and smoke on the ground began to fly as soon as they approached these tribes. Even some muddy places splashed open at this moment.

Despair and death permeate the sky above the Yunhe Tribe.

In an instant, these sharp swords approached the Yunhe tribe, and were less than three feet away!

"This... is indeed your last blow!"

And at this moment, a sudden sound sounded from the sky, causing the people from the Yunhe Tribe to open their eyes and look into the sky!

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