No matter how many divine thoughts Ye Lingyue used, she couldn't get that drop of strange demon blood out of the Buddhist relic.
Until late at night, Ye Lingyue spent a lot of spiritual thoughts, almost even the last ray of spiritual thoughts were exhausted, but she still couldn't take out the blood of the strange demon.
That drop of strange demon blood was actually sealed in the Buddhist relic.
Ye Lingyue was depressed.
She was able to control the Buddhist relics earlier, but she found that the Buddhist relics did not listen to her at all at this time.
"How can this be done?"
She couldn't help feeling a little anxious.
This drop of strange demon blood is very important to her.
Ye Lingyue didn't seem to care about what Liu Yun said in front of everyone earlier, but she was still a little anxious in her heart.
She was worried about Emperor Xin, and also wanted to fulfill Senior Lie Hongyi's wish as soon as possible.
In this way, she is bound to break into the top three on the ranking list.
But Ye Meng, who lacked one million merit points, would never break into the top three.
She must use this drop of strange demon blood to follow the clues to find out the real culprit of the disappearance of the Bing King.
Ye Lingyue pondered, for a while, she didn't know what to do.
"This thing is a treasure of Buddhism. You don't have enough Buddha power, so it is very difficult to control it. But there is something in you that may be able to help you."
Zhu Zhao, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.
"Senior Zhuzhao, are you talking about the Tower of Silence?"
Ye Lingyue had an idea, why did she forget about the Tower of Silence.
She hurriedly took out the small tower, which was suspended in mid-air.
Ye Lingyue spread out her palm and spoke softly to it.
"Xiaota, do you have a way to help me take out the blood of the strange demon inside?"
But the little tower was still suspended in the air, motionless, as if it didn't understand Ye Lingyue's words.
Although the Nirvana Tower is a sacred artifact, it is still only a small tower, and it was only used for defense at the beginning of refining.
It really has only a half-knowledge of what strange demon essence and blood is, and it doesn't recognize the use of this broken stone in front of it.
Ye Lingyue and Xiaota stared with wide eyes.
"It doesn't seem to work. After all, the small tower is not the cauldron spirit, it is the same as my soul. But if the blood of the strange demon is not taken out, I will have no way to get clues."
Ye Lingyue said not without disappointment.
It was already late at night, and Ye Lingyue had consumed a lot of spiritual thoughts, so she had to close her eyes and rest up.
Inside the house, the lamp oil dried up.
The Buddhist relics and the Silent Tower lay quietly on the desk.
Suddenly, a quiet red light flashed from the Buddhist relic.
The red light is exactly that drop of strange devil's blood essence. At this time, the strange devil's blood essence is struggling constantly, trying to break free from the Buddhist relic.
In the distant demon world, on the tomb of Taixu God, the towering purple leaf bodhi tree is still motionless.
Zitang Su hasn't shown up for a long time since she gave Wu Yue a drop of poplar nectar.
But just when the drop of strange demon blood in the Buddhist relic was about to move, Ziye Bodhi shook violently.
A slender figure appeared in the shadow of the tree.
"The blood of the emperor?"
Zitangsu groaned.
But he saw a purple light flashing in the bottom of his eyes.
However, his thin lips moved slightly, and the sound of the ancient Buddha's temple came out of his mouth.
That ancient rhyme accompanied him to grow up since he was a child, but since he left Li where, he has not recited it for many years, but it seems to have always been engraved in his heart.
Every Sanskrit sound is as long as a bell, and at the same time full of charm.
When Zitangsu began to chant the Sanskrit sounds of the ancient Buddha, the Nirvana Pagoda, which was originally silent on the desk, suddenly reacted, and the tower body was also shaken heavily.
The Tower of Silence flew up into the sky, and it uttered a crisp sound in midair.
Ye Lingyue, who was meditating, suddenly felt something abnormal, and suddenly opened her eyes.
"This is?"
The bells on the corners of the Tower of Silence jingled.
The bell was very crisp at first, and the sound of the bell was ding ding dong dong, which was very ordinary at first.
But as the ringing of the bell continued, the sound of the bell actually formed a Buddhist scripture.
In the Buddhist scriptures, there is a clear man's voice.
Ye Lingyue couldn't help jumping up when she heard that voice.
"Master Zi, is that you?"
The man's voice was deep and magnetic.
Ye Lingyue sounded very familiar, but also a little strange.
It turned out that she hadn't heard her master Zi's voice for many days.
The voice is familiar because it is indeed Master Zi's voice.
It's strange, that's because the Sanskrit sound is continuous. Although the voice that recites the Buddhist scriptures is from Zitangsu, Ye Lingyue has never heard such a long passage from Zitangsu.
That voice did not answer Ye Lingyue.
Ye Lingyue couldn't help but look a little gloomy.
At this time, Ye Lingyue noticed the Buddhist relic.
The Buddhist relic also had a hazy purple light. Under the influence of the purple light, the Buddhist relic was exactly what Ye Lingyue understood.
"Master Zi, are you reminding me to use this scripture to tame Buddhist relics?"
Ye Lingyue seemed to understand something.
Although Master Zi never really taught her anything, every time he would appear when she needed it most.
The Nirvana Pagoda is the belongings of Master Zi. At this time, there must be a reason for the strange appearance.
Ye Lingyue would rather believe that Master Zi was secretly helping her on time.
"Master Zi, although I don't know why you have been refusing to meet me, I will definitely not disappoint your teaching."
Ye Lingyue took a deep breath, and the frustration and disappointment she had felt earlier was swept away.
In that ancient Sanskrit sound, there is a mysterious power that makes people feel calm.
Ye Lingyue's mind settled down a little, and she concentrated on listening to the Sanskrit sound.
The Sanskrit sound curled up, seemingly simple, but very difficult.
Ye Lingyue is quite talented in cultivation, and she can understand many esoteric runes with just one click.
But in terms of Buddhism, it is much inferior.
Although she has the roots of Buddha, she rarely has a relationship with Buddha, so she doesn't know anything about Buddhist scriptures.
Fortunately, Master Mo Ruo, Zi Tang Su, was very patient when he recited the scriptures. He always slowed down his voice and read slowly when he didn't get to the deep part.
Repeated many times, Ye Lingyue concentrated and paid attention to every Sanskrit sound, and it took more than four hours from dark to dawn before she could completely engrave that Sanskrit sound in her heart.
"Small Prajna Heart Sutra."
When Ye Lingyue thoroughly comprehended the last Sanskrit sound, she integrated it in her mind and a name appeared.
"The Prajna Heart Sutra sounds like it should be a Buddhist martial art, but I don't know if it is better or lower than the Nirvana Heart Sutra taught by Murong old Fang Xian earlier."
After Ye Lingyue wrote down the scriptures, she slowly figured it out.
But I could hear too many crowing roosters outside, and the sky was already heavy.
After chanting sutras all night, not only did she not feel tired, but the spiritual thoughts in her body...
When Ye Lingyue came back to check her spiritual power, she unexpectedly discovered...