Buddha Shakyamuni continued to draw.

If there is no limit, as the Taoist fruit, if you want to extract spiritual energy, as long as you have a thought, billions of miles of spiritual energy can be condensed in your palm.

There may be restrictions on.

He had no way to extract spiritual energy without restraint.

It can only extract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within the territory of the ancient Buddhist tribe.

After many times.

In front of Buddha Shakyamuni, there was an extra pool of water condensed from spiritual energy.

Then.

He poured the pool water towards the underground of the ancient Buddhist tribe.

When all the water in the spiritual energy pool penetrated into the land, the faint spiritual energy was emitted from it.

"Just the prototype of the spiritual vein, it's not enough!"

Buddha Shakyamuni felt the spiritual energy in his spiritual veins and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

The prototype of the spiritual vein.

The spiritual energy emitted is too weak.

As the territory of Buddhism, such a weak spiritual energy is simply not worthy of Buddhism's identity.

final.

Buddha Shakyamuni stretched out his index finger with his right hand, and saw that the flesh and blood were separated. A little golden blood containing infinite Taoist rhyme separated from his index finger and fell toward the ground below.

boom--

Blood falls.

The ancient Buddhist territories were all shaking.

That moment.

The prototype of the spiritual vein is like a carp turning into a dragon, rising and falling violently in the depths of the earth, and like a giant beast, beginning to swallow a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

Rumble!!

Over the ancient Buddhist territory.

A huge vortex of spiritual energy condensed.

The spiritual veins swallow and exhale the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, constantly expanding itself, and allowing it to grow and transform step by step.

Just a few breaths.

The spiritual energy of the ancient Buddhist territory rose by several levels in vain.

See this.

Buddha Sakyamuni nodded with satisfaction.

Although it consumed a drop of my blood, it at least met my psychological expectations.

The blood of the Tao fruit.

It often represents infinite wonderful uses.

Then.

He just waved his hand.

I saw the mountains raised.

The mountain peak, which was originally only a hundred feet in size, rose thousands of feet in an instant, and it had reached a height of height.

Buddha Shakyamuni stepped out in one step and appeared directly at the top of the mountain.

Waving his right hand again.

A building appeared there out of thin air.

Above the plaque of the building.

A few big words are written.
Chapter completed!