The strongest collapse system

Chapter 813 Surrender
"Miss Yinsha, wait a minute!" Hong Yi's voice came out.

"Why, do you still want to let him go?"

The two huge winds above the sea gradually circled and condensed, and after absorbing the sunlight, they gradually turned into two figures.

It was Hong Yi and Chan Yinsha.

"That's right, Yan Zhenzong and I don't really have a real deep hatred, but we can subdue him for our own use." Hong Yi didn't mean to hide his thoughts, and said it directly.

"What? You want to subdue him? There is no deep hatred..." Chan Yinsha couldn't believe what she heard, "...If I remember correctly, you killed his daughter Zhao Feirong!"

Hong Yi was speechless for a moment.

The inside story in the middle is really hard to tell.

However, in the end Hong Yi decided to tell the truth.

"Zhao Feirong is not the daughter of Zhao Feier and Yan Zhenzong, the patriarchs of the Daluo Sect, but the blood of Zhao Feier and Hong Xuanji." Hong Yi said lightly.

"Tsk..." Zen Yinsha suddenly didn't know what to say.

Still, she stopped bursting mines.

With a wave of her plain hand, the fist-sized water polo gradually grew bigger, but it did not dissipate completely, but trapped Yan Zhenzong's remaining thoughts.

"Yan Zhenzong, now I will give you a chance to take refuge in me and worship me, and I will let you live." Hong Yi's thought was transmitted to the water polo.

Long time, long time.

Silent.

There has been no wave of thoughts coming out of the water polo.

It was as if Yan Zhenzong's mind and soul had died.

However, Hong Yi and Chan Yinsha could sense that Yan Zhenzong's soul thoughts still existed well, faintly, twinkling like stars that blinked.

Yan Zhenzong was thinking.

After a while, Yan Zhenzong's voice sounded.

"it is good!"

Very simple and straightforward, without a trace of affectation.

The refreshment made Zen Yinsha feel incredible.

"He just surrendered like this? Hong Yi, be careful of his tricks." Chan Yinsha couldn't help warning Hong Yi.

"Understood." Hong Yi nodded, with a serious expression on his face, and his thoughts fluctuated to the water polo, "Since you are willing to surrender, then you worship me right now!"

"it is good!"

Yan Zhenzong was still very cheerful.

More than a dozen astral body soul thoughts in the water polo began to flicker.

Gradually, a strange idea emerged from these obsessive thoughts.

This idea is very pure, sincere, and pious, and it completely opened up everything to Hong Yi, including trust, dependence, weakness, and all kinds of things.

This is the idea of ​​the incense wish power, which is born from the idea of ​​the soul, and it is completely different from the soul of itself.

The idea of ​​incense entwined towards Hong Yi's spirit.

Hong Yi had the experience of accepting the beliefs of Hua Nongying, Hua Nongyue, Wei Lei, Wen Feiyan, Shan Qiu, Mr. Zhou Da, etc., and he accepted it without hesitation.

This idea quickly merged into Hong Yi's soul.

In an instant, Hong Yi felt that his soul had grown stronger.

It has been a long time since he cultivated to the realm of ghosts and immortals.

"I didn't expect that accepting the belief idea of ​​a ghost-level master would help my soul so much!" Hong Yi was also a little shocked, "It's just that the belief idea born from more than a dozen remnant soul thoughts can have such a great effect on me. Great help, if he recovers as before, how strong it will be!"

When Hong Yi thought of this, his soul was shocked immediately, and he turned into a gust of dark wind, entered the water polo, and wrapped Yan Zhenzong's soul into a ball.

Chan Yinsha was taken aback, not knowing what Hong Yi wanted to do.

Buzz!
I saw a golden light burst out in the void, and then the water polo suddenly exploded.

A nearly two-foot-tall Amitabha Buddha statue suddenly appeared in the air, sitting cross-legged on a golden lotus platform, reflecting the rising sun, shining with golden light, as if the Tathagata Buddha of the West had descended from Lingshan Mountain and landed on the sea.

But the face and image of this Buddha is not the Buddha in the temple, but Hong Yi's.

Hong Yi raised his left palm up, reciting scriptures; his right palm spread out, but there were streaks of wind coiled on it, which were more than a dozen remaining soul thoughts of Yan Zhenzong.

"In the past, Amitabha, in the center of Yongzhen! All dharmas are in a vacuum, without birth and death!"

Hong Yi opened his mouth slightly, and mysterious scriptures flowed out one after another, entangled on the soul of Yan Zhenzong in the palm of his right palm.

The next moment, a strange thing happened.

I saw that after being shrouded in these scriptures, Yan Zhenzong's mind and soul began to swell as if he was out of breath. When it swelled to a certain extent, it began to split, one divided into two, two into four, and four into eight...

In just a few blinks of an eye, Yan Zhenzong's soul thoughts changed from a dozen to hundreds.

At the end, Hong Yi stopped thinking about scriptures.

And the soul thoughts in his palm suddenly condensed and turned into the appearance of Yan Zhenzong.

Zen Yinsha was dumbfounded.

She couldn't believe her eyes.

"Why, how is it possible? In such a short period of time, it is possible to completely restore the ghost-level spirit! There is such a secret method in the world? Why have I never heard of it? What kind of secret method is this?"

Countless doubts filled Zen Yinsha's heart, causing her thoughts to fluctuate extremely violently.

She wanted to ask a question, but when she looked at the Amitabha statue sitting in the center of the town, she was faintly shocked in her heart.

Although he knew that it was Hong Yi, he didn't dare to ask questions.

"Thank you, master, for helping me recover my soul."

Yan Zhenzong jumped down from the Buddha's palm and landed in the distance, but he did not escape, but bowed down to the Amitabha statue in the past.

He really surrendered.

The previous idea of ​​incense and belief must not be fake, otherwise Hong Yi would not help Yan Zhenzong recover his soul.

"Don't be too polite."

In the past, the Amitabha Buddha statue flashed a golden light, gradually faded, and disappeared into the void, as if it had never appeared before.

Hong Yi's figure came out from the golden light.

Yan Zhenzong stood up straight, looked at Hong Yi who appeared from the golden light, couldn't help being shocked, lowered his eyes slightly, and dared not look directly at him.

For surrendering to Hong Yi, he didn't have any thoughts of regret, nor any feeling of shame.

Because Hong Yi is stronger than himself, because he wants to live.

So, he surrendered.

Just like when Hong Xuanji took his wife away, he still endured it.

Because of impatience, there is only death.

He doesn't want to die!

He wants to seek revenge from Hong Xuanji, and wants to return all the shame that Hong Xuanji bestowed upon him!

Compared to Hong Yi, the person Yan Zhenzong hated more was Hong Xuanji.After personally witnessing Hong Yi's strength, Yan Zhenzong saw a glimmer of hope for revenge.

(End of this chapter)