Lingzhi: I have an entry panel

Chapter 272 271. Black and White

Round and round, let’s call it round and round.

The soft hair is quite smooth, and it is estimated that it will ripple in the wind when it blows. The figure is also quite cute, looking like a large pillow.

However, its eyes... those lofty and indifferent eyes, just glanced at Song He, and the latter felt great pressure.

Couldn't help but take half a step back.

If it weren't for the Tianxin Shen Yuhuan still working conscientiously, and the collision with each other released an inexplicable force to resist the momentum, Song He would probably have to sit down.

Even if Song He is a fool, he can figure out what this thing is.

I'm afraid it is the consciousness of heaven and earth in this world, which is what people often call "God".

Well, although God looks a little strange.

But as the saying goes, God’s will is up to man’s will – so in my eyes, God is actually a glutinous rice dumpling with a piece of grass on his head?

"..."

This is definitely spirituality, and it is also a strange spirituality that is almost human-like!

But there are no human distractions and desires at all. He simply feels happy and happy that he can help these black dumplings, without a trace of impurities.

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

But that's not all.

This is not a solution either.

Made of simple lines, it looks like a simple drawing.

It was so pure that even Song He felt like he was turning a little black.

What the hell is this?

The perspective of heaven is different from that of humans. With the runes that make up the sunflower, the appearance of the sunflower is natural and should be -

Therefore, Song He rolled his eyes.

God, can you still have a stomachache?Could this be a fake God?

"Rub your belly?" Song He rubbed his belly and then made a questioning voice.

Song He hesitated for a moment, but then got in resolutely.

Nuomi Dumpling nodded immediately.

When the incense candle made of natural fat burns out, he will definitely be kicked out of here, and it will be troublesome to come in again.

In a daze, he felt a river flowing, mountains standing tall, and countless birds and animals, as well as flowers and plants changing, as if there was a whole world hidden in this abundant spirituality.

There seemed to be a flash of joy in his eyes.

He knew very well that if he didn't check what was going on at this time and didn't know what was going on, even if he gave it the power of reconciliation, it would definitely not work.

The cold and abnormal feeling only lasted for a moment, as if it was like a shark smelling blood, spreading along the arm towards Song He's body.

He tentatively took out a ray of harmonious power again and placed it on the sunflower. This time, the harmonious power was not swallowed up.

The color seems to be getting a little lighter.

"You should plead guilty..."

The black qi was even thoughtfully woven into a blanket and fell on its belly to cover it.

The black energy that was as big as the mountains disappeared around him, and was replaced by the scenery he had just felt, the biting blizzard and thick dark clouds. Even he, the guy who could wake up the wind and snow, felt a little suffocated.

One person and one group stared at each other like this - the former did not dare to move rashly, and the latter had no intention of attacking, but just stared at the former.

Sunflowers of the same style formed one after another, surrounding it, swaying gently and scattering golden debris, forcibly turning the ground into a golden color.

Thanks to the help of his golden fingers and the goggles given by Senior Brother Lu, he was indeed recording the runes inside the spiritual plant.

Just as Song He first saw it, sleeping soundly in a circle of golden sunflowers, its round belly had obviously begun to calm down.

Moreover, I have memorized several jade slips.

"Spirituality..."

If this continues, he will definitely be forcibly sent back because his strength is exhausted - no better than after being devoured, one active and one passive.

"why……"

<divclass="contentadv">"My spirituality..."

If Song He were here now, he would probably be surprised to find that the golden power that makes up the sunflower is a very pure power of merit.

It was obviously his creation, but now it was no longer under his control.

There seemed to be tears shining in his eyes, and he looked pitiful, completely losing his aloof and indifferent look just now.

The meaning they convey may be this -

"Woo~~~"

I don’t know if I sense Song He’s doubts.

He raised his right hand, and the Heavenly Heart God jade ring on his wrist swayed slightly, and a touch of harmonious power was released during the jingling sound.

If it falls on a monk, the journey will definitely be safe, and the legacy of the powerful monk can be found wherever he goes.

With the power of Tianxin Shen's jade ring, more happy sunflowers were created around them, and the bright light suddenly formed a circle.

Seeing that the power of reconciliation was ineffective, Song He came up with another plan. He was thinking about the happy sunflowers he had grown, or to be precise, he was thinking about the runes that made up the sunflowers.

It's rare to have so many sects serve you. If you don't make some achievements, wouldn't it be looked down upon?

"There are so many, you should be able to use them a little bit, right?"

With such doubts, Song He stretched out his hand and placed it on its belly. The soft hair felt great to the touch, but underneath it was cold and even hard.

What made him feel even more suffocated was that there were countless small black balls surging towards him. At first glance, they looked like insects.

Seeing this, Song He rushed into action.

If the power of this merit falls on a mortal, he will immediately be smooth and safe. He will be free from disasters throughout his life, enjoy all the good things in the world, and then be reincarnated.

It sways gently, emitting light and heat.

Just when I was thinking about whether I should use my own strength to communicate with it, the glutinous rice dumpling suddenly lay down, revealing its round belly.

That is extremely abundant spirituality.

At this time, he didn't know that outside, Yuan Gungun was still paralyzed on the ground, but his eyes were spinning, and a golden halo shot out from his eyes.

The consciousness full of resentment made Song He feel like he was facing a formidable enemy. If he couldn't solve this resentment from heaven, even with the help of Mo Helmet and a bunch of fairy treasures, he would be branded with some bad marks.

However, this spirituality is tinged with darkness.

If the Tianxin Shen Yuhuan on his wrist hadn't trembled in time, this cold force might have invaded his body.

What moved Song He even more was that these sunflowers were obviously only created by his power. Logically speaking, there should be no consciousness or self-thought.

The price is that the sunflowers wither one after another.

You will definitely not be able to survive in this world!

"If you want to be cured, then..."

"..."

Instead, it is merging with the sunflower.

Since it has no hands, it can only lie on its belly like this.

The halo is thick yet light.

But... in the moment of withering, he conveyed a feeling of satisfaction, without any regrets at all, as if his face had a holy light and his merits were complete.

But since it worked, he used his power to create sunflowers while paying attention to the direction those thoughts went after they disappeared - to the sky.

Although the warm sunshine only covered less than three feet around, the effect was very good. The black dumplings rushed towards the sunflower, and in a short time they wrapped the sunflower in it.

That spirituality is clearly the spirituality belonging to heaven, but why does it become like this?

It's like the stone has grown hair.

But this coincided with his idea. Not only did he let the sunflower absorb it, but he also actively accelerated the power and watched the sunflower get brighter and brighter.

Instantly, Song He got goosebumps all over his body.

A sunflower with a smiling face materialized in mid-air.

"!!!"

The jade-colored halo rotated around Song He for about a circle, and then was directly wiped away by a force - it seemed that the consciousness of heaven here did not recognize the power of reconciliation.

The simple lines were dyed with a layer of white halo, which seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, gradually from Song He taking the initiative to release his power, to Sunflower absorbing his power of harmony.

As a monk, Song He naturally used his spiritual consciousness to extend his perception. As a result, he felt...a huge force.

Snowflakes and blizzards will be absorbed by sunlight when they approach this circle, and even the black light and resentment on those black dumplings will be absorbed.

After doing all this, he went straight to bed.

Although Tianxin Shen Yuhuan and Tongtian Dharma Altar allowed me to successfully enter here, the sustainable time was only three sticks of incense.

Just like treating heart disease, if the patient himself does not believe in the existence of power, then even the most powerful doctor will be powerless.

But Song He suffered from his sleep.

The furry face of this round dumpling suddenly opened its big mouth, as if a portal to the abyss had opened, beckoning Song He to get in.

Even though he blocked it in time, Song He's hands turned blue and purple, like old bacon that had been frozen in the ice for tens of thousands of years.

Sunflowers are all materialized by his power. The black dumplings here are endless, but his power is not endless. This is just the body of the soul, and there is no Mi Shen tree!

Every sunflower is consuming the power of his soul. Even with the power of the Heavenly Heart God Yuhuan, it is not easy.

This is……

It was like crossing a door.

efficient!

It's like a sky covered with layers of dark clouds, with no trace of sunshine, mixed with violent storms and snow, and everything is frozen in the eternal cold winter.

When he got in, the scenery in front of him changed instantly.

Finally, it turned into a white sun and engulfed his figure.

But this time in the outside world, on the altar.

Changes are also taking place.