Qifeng Island is the fifth largest island on this planet, and it lives in nearly 10 million Yama clan members.

The members of the Yama clan are born with strong strength, and even mortals can raise an elephant with one hand. There are naturally many practitioners among them.

Upon climbing the island, Zhang Ruochen found a tea shed in a simple pier, drank bitter and slightly hot tea in a thick mud porcelain bowl.

Tea is very ordinary, very ordinary.

However, drinking it in his mouth made Zhang Ruochen calm and he remembered his original intention of embarking on the road of cultivation.

If there were not so many grudges, no oppression that continued to fall on one's body, and without the special origin of the "Crown Prince of Shengming" or the "Nine Prince", you should be able to live a peaceful life.

Instead, like now, the purpose of coming to this planet is to rob, to kill people, and to kill a group of low-level monks and mortals who have no grudges with them.

All things must be done, but not what you want to do the most.

I don’t know when I actually became like this, and it seems to be contrary to my original intention. Where is the next path to go?

Zhang Ruochen looked at the tea-yellow water surface in the bowl.

I am so strange in the water, I don’t know you anymore!

"Guru."

After drinking a bowl, Zhang Ruochen calmed down his emotions and his eyes became extremely sharp.

The next path still has to be taken.

He had no way out, and he would be crushed to pieces after one step back.

"Wow!"

One hundred spiritual light spots flew out of Zhang Ruochen's body and instantly landed on various areas of Qifeng Island, turning into one hundred mental thoughts clones.

Soon, in a small town, one of his mental thoughts heard two immortal saints sitting on this island talking about something and attracted his attention.

"The Buddha's light appeared in the North Pole, shining thousands of miles away. It seems that the opportunity for this clan star has been born and will most likely be taken away by Yan Wushen."

"The news that this saint received was that a Buddha's light rainbow bridge appeared in the North Pole, spanning the glacier continent. There was a Buddha's voice coming from the ground, just like the ten thousand Buddhas celebrating the sect."

"At the beginning, Yan Huangtu guessed that the opportunity for this clan star might be a Buddha's relics. After all... in that place, the Buddha's energy was strong and the quality was amazing, and there were images of Buddha and Bodhi tree phantoms."

"Don't you know that the latest news is coming out?"

“What’s the latest news?”

The voice said in a low voice: "It is said that the Buddhist treasure Mingjing Platform may be there too."

...

At the beginning, Zhang Ruochen was still listening carefully.

However, after hearing the "Buddhist relics" and "Mirror Platform", a smile appeared on his face and he shook his head gently.

Since the birth of Buddhism, it has been many thousands of years, but only six people can be called "Buddha".

The last Buddha was cultivated by the Buddhas all over the world and called the "Sixth Patriarch". He passed away in the previous Yuanhui before the establishment of the Heavenly Court.

From then on, there were no Buddhas in the world.

The Sixth Patriarch passed away and left behind 84,000 relics, which were for the Buddha's relics and the supreme treasure of the Buddha. Both the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas of the Buddhists wanted to obtain one to understand the wonderful method of reaching the Buddha's realm.

However, at the moment of birth, these 84,000 relics were transformed into mirror platforms. Only ten Buddha relics were left, stored in the ten holy places of Buddhism.

How could a treasure like the Buddha's relics be trampled into the realm of hell?

Let’s explain the story of the mirror platform, which is not just condensed by 83,990 Buddha relics. Later, I don’t know who it was or what means it was to refine it into a Buddhist instrument.

As a warrior, the power of the Mingjing Platform is comparable to a magical tool.

As a Buddha treasure, it can help Buddhas all over the world to cultivate and realize the truth.

As the crystallization of Buddha's relics, it can enable civilization to enlighten, all sentient beings to generate wisdom, and all things are spiritual.

It can be said that the mirror table is a treasure that is more precious than a magical tool.

"The Buddha's relics and the mirror platform, it seems that Yan Huangtu wanted to use them as bait to lead me, the greedy infant, and the greedy ones to the Arctic Glacier Continent."

Zhang Ruochen took back his mental power and thought so in his heart.

It was obvious that this was a trap, but Zhang Ruochen could not suppress the throbbing in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but look north.

In the northern sky, there is indeed a faint golden glow emerging.

If there is anything better to comprehend a single top holy meaning than swallowing the Emperor's Holy Idea Pill, then this thing must be the Buddha's relics.

If there is anything that can help integrate the holy will than swallowing the quasi-emperor-grade holy intention pill, then Mingjingtai must be one of them.

Yan Huangtu saw that at present, for Zhang Ruochen, Vengying and Que, cultivating the holy will and integrating the holy will is the most important thing, so this news was released.

If they don’t go, they will be uneasy and will not be able to enter the state of cultivation.

"Okay! In order to integrate the first-class holy will, even if the news is only one-ten thousand credible, you must go."

Zhang Ruochen knew very well how difficult the road he was now was, so he could not miss any opportunity.

He cut a blood mark on his right index finger, dripping a drop of Great Sage's blood from it, and fell into the tea bowl.

The water in the tea bowl boils and turns into a ball of blood.

The blood and energy condensed into another Zhang Ruochen.

The clone flew into the air and flew north.

The two immortal realm saints who were in charge of Qifeng Island had a sense of consciousness when their clones flew over their heads. The two looked at each other and were about to send a message to the map of Yan Huang.

Suddenly.

"Rumbling."

The entire Qifeng Island, more than a thousand miles long, was crushed by a terrifying and extremely air pressure in space, causing mountains and rivers to shatter and the earth to sink.

The mountains turned into flat land, and all the buildings were crushed.

After a while, the entire island sank into the bottom of the sea, and countless members of the Yama clan were buried. What's even more terrifying is that they never know where their enemies were until their death.

"Oh my God! This is...what happened?"

"Is the planet destroyed?"

...

At the dock, the Yan Luo tribe members who were carrying goods were so scared that they collapsed on the ground.

Just now, they saw the sky collapse and the earth crack with their own eyes. Except for this pier, all other places have become part of the sea.

The tea-making man in the tea shed was weak and trembling, staring at Zhang Ruochen who was still sitting on the bench.

This young man seemed calm and calm from beginning to end.

However, he saw with his own eyes that it was this young man who raised his palm and pressed it down, a vast land disappeared in front of him.

"It's... it's you... you devil... ghost..." The tea-maker said with trembling lips.

Zhang Ruochen stood up and wanted to pay the bill and leave, but found that he didn't have anything like money on his body. So he pulled off a piece of hair from his head and put it on the table, saying, "This is what counts the tea money!"

He turned around and was about to fly away.

The tea-maker mustered up his courage and said angrily: "Why don't you kill us together?"

Zhang Ruochen looked up at the sky, was silent for a while, and said, "What I can see in front of me is still a living person. What I can't see is they are already ants."

"Swish--"

A golden light flashed by, and Zhang Ruochen had already left.

The tea-making man climbed up from the ground with difficulty and looked at the hair on the table.

"A hair is used to make tea money, he...who does he think he is?"

The tea-making man touched Zhang Ruochen's hair with his fingers, and suddenly, a power of holy path that he could not bear poured into his body.

"Crash!"

"Wow!"

The two immortal realm saints of the Yan clan flew up from the bottom of the sea, and both of them were seriously injured.

"Hurry, send a message to the Yan Huangtu. Qifeng Island was sunk by Zhang Ruochen, and he has gone north."

...

The Arctic of the star of the Yama clan was originally a glacier continent, but now, most of the ice layers that were thousands of meters thick had melted, revealing black soil and rocks.

The air is cool.

The sky was covered with golden clouds, and some of the clouds were straight and beams of light were shot down.

Zhang Ruochen landed on this continent and listened carefully. Sure enough, he heard the sound of Buddha coming from a distance.

There are more than one person who recites the sound.

"What a rich Buddha spirit. After breathing and breathing, my mental power increased significantly. Yan Wushen and Yan Huangtu could not create such a treasure land. It seems that the opportunity for the stars of the Yama clan is indeed here."

"Where the Buddha's energy is rich, it will definitely give birth to the spiritual treasures of heaven and earth. After swallowing them, it should be able to improve the mental power."
To be continued...