Immortal Crane calculated in its heart and answered seriously.
...
Qin Yu stopped when he approached Winterfell.
For so reason, he felt a faint sense of unease. His power of creation was extrely sensitive.
The power here should be a potential threat to him.
Nine Heavens Manifestations Gaze.
The world suddenly changed and powers of creation poured into the Nine Heavens Manifestations Gaze.
That pupil could already see all the changes in the internal qi of the 10,000-ter space. Even the way of path was clearly displayed in front of Qin Yu.
Nothing unusual happened in Winterfell.
The people inside were still doing their original things, but there was a faint Buddha aura in their divine souls.
It was different from any power Qin Yu had ever seen. It seed to be the power of faith.
It was similar to the faith of the monster race during the sacrifice, but this kind of power was much purer.
It seed that this power was also the one that gave him that sense of danger.
Qin Yu found it strange that Winterfell's population had decreased by 20%. Compared to Kunlun, there wasn't a river of blood.
Moreover, there was another point. How did so many people transmit this power of faith?
Qin Yu frowned.
It would sweep through the entire Chang Mang's Saint Kingdom soon. At that ti, his strength would probably decrease once again.
Qin Yu turned into a gust of wind and entered Winterfell.
In an instant, his expression changed slightly.
Countless ravings sounded in his mind. These voices were completely unstoppable.
That was the cry from the deepest part of the human heart. Silence, countless, darkness, hope. They were looking forward to the glimr of hope in the depths of their hearts.
The Buddha's light deep in their hearts was their most determined light of hope.
They could starve and let their children suffer for the light, but they had to cultivate resolutely.
It was the Winterfell citizens' thoughts. He was like a lone boat in the ocean.
The higher one's strength, the louder one could hear.
What a terrifying power!
Qin Yu stabilized his divine soul.
He could roughly determine that it was the simplest scripture cultivation technique.
Even ordinary people could cultivate it. The Buddha's light in the deepest part of their minds was the power produced after chanting scriptures.
"Madam, can I take a look at this scripture?"
Qin Yu knocked on the door and entered a slightly dilapidated small house.
There was a three-year-old baby on the bed. His breath was weak and his lips were dry. Qin Yu wondered how long it had been since he last had porridge.
The old woman chanting on the ground didn't respond to Qin Yu. The Buddha's light grew a little stronger in her body.
Instantly, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
Qin Yu was silent for a mont. He gently and carefully injected the Saint Power into the baby's body.
It allowed every part of his body to absorb enough energy before he slowly stopped.
Seeing that the pale face had regained its color, Qin Yu placed the baby on the bed.
Qin Yu released his divine sense. Every household was like this. Countless people were worshipping Buddha and chanting scriptures.
The Buddhist power produced by cultivation allowed them to see the illusory illusion.
They were imrsed in the longing for the afterlife and did not care about the cruel reality around them.
Qin Yu had already seen many cruel things.
Qin Yu picked up the Buddhist scripture that had just been printed and began to recite it.
A trace of Buddhist power slowly lit up in Qin Yu's body. He wanted to understand why this power would make people so crazy.
The voice began to beco ethereal as if it was far from Qin Yu's body.
Then, the voice beca louder and rged with the voices of the people around them.
Qin Yu did not know if it was related to his cultivation realm, but in the end, he only felt that the scripture was like a brand.
He could not forget it in the mories of his divine soul. He saw the changes in him after cultivating.
It was a gift of incomparably powerful power. As long as one believed in him, he could beco a Buddha on the spot and use the power bestowed by the Buddha to sweep away the murkiness of ti.
A fla fluctuated in Qin Yu's sea of consciousness.
The Primal Chaos Fla engulfed Qin Yu's divine soul, turning it into ashes.
Under the Night Qi, Qin Yu ca out from the Soul Suppression Ring.
He used the powers of creation in his hand to wrap up the huge Buddhist power.
If he had not destroyed himself in ti just now, he might not have been able to withstand the influence of the scripture.
This simple scripture seed to hide a powerful Buddhist power connected to the person who created it. As one's realm increased, this power would have a greater impact.
It was no wonder why the power of Buddhism could occupy the Martial Saint Kingdom in such a short ti.
Moreover, Kunlun was also bathed in blood.
"Sir, you seem to be a little troubled."
A force broke through the wall and the level 12 peak power bombarded Qin Yu.
Two faint internal qi attacked almost at the sa ti behind him.
They were three Dao Consciousness Realm experts who had awakened their peak power!
Whoosh!
Qin Yu's body disappeared.
Divine Axe!
He picked up the baby and kicked.
The huge force sent the three of them flying. He did not kill them.
After all, the power of faith of every native was related to the cosmic luck of Chang Mang's Saint Kingdom. He had to think of a way to save these people from the scriptures.
A sword aurora suddenly swept over from behind Qin Yu.
The terrifying Spiritual Energy Sword bombarded Qin Yu. The three-foot-long sword stabbed into his chest.
Qin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly disappeared.
"Qin Yu, the killing intent on your body is too great. Even if you have fused into the Great Dao, I can still see your body. You shouldn't be so angry."
Ling Xue drew her sword across her face.
"With my sword as heaven and earth."
"Qian Kun Throw!"
She held the snow-white sword in her hand as if she were grasping the entire world.
An unyielding sword intent emanated from her body as he threw the sword with all her strength.
At that mont, the sword burst with a flash of light.
The entire world dimd as if it was temporarily absorbed by the sword.
It affected the laws of heaven and earth. It was the power of the Holy Consciousness!
Ping!
Countless Great Daos fused into Qin Yu's left arm as he slashed down at the sword that was thrown out.
A stream of dazzling blood flowed out of Qin Yu's left arm and he disappeared again.
The next mont, he slapped Ling Xue's back. Powers of creation surged out to control Ling Xue.
Then, he threw her into the space of the Divine Tree. He had a good impression of Ling Xue.
Moreover, Liu Bai had once given him a sword. He wanted to find a way to resolve the impact of this Buddhist power on Ling Xue.
However, Qin Yu was also a little shocked. One had to know that Ling Xue's peak power was only a thousand years old.
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