"What a loud tone, I'm not afraid of the strong wind and my tongue flashes." The fierce ghost full of ghostly aura sneered, his face couldn't help but crack, and he opened his bloody mouth.
Full of demonic energy, the mandrill holding the bone stick curled up with one leg and said: "It's better for the bald donkey to talk nonsense, don't talk too much nonsense with it."
"Kill him and the treasure will be ours."
"I've eaten a lot of monk's meat. This is the first time I've seen someone with such a high level of cultivation." The leader of the monster was covered in green hair, with fangs sticking out, and the meat piled up on his body looked like a small mountain.
I don’t know what this mountain ghost ate to become like this.
It stands to reason that the monsters who build the foundation can transform into human forms. Although they will still retain 20 to 30% of the characteristics of monsters, they can still be covered up normally.
However, this monster only has a human form, and the rest is a complete mess.
A pair of round and bulging eyes looked up and down at Juefa, who was wearing a gray robe.
Because Jufa had thin skin and tender flesh, the green-haired monster couldn't help but stretch out its long scarlet tongue and lick its lips, and the fishy saliva coated it.
The person who initially persuaded Juefa to leave the spiritual stone treasure was a little thin.
The neck is like a snake coiling around the body, protruding a big head.
The skin on his body was mostly navy blue, and there was little demonic smell, but the ghost smell was very strong. He noticed the foundation-building Yin Shen walking towards him, and couldn't help but said: "What kind of heel are you? Why haven't I seen you before and want to tell you apart?"
Can’t you get a piece of the pie?”
"What did I say? It turned out to be robbery on the road."
"I'm not interested."
The snake ghost curled his lips and said nothing, with a look of contempt on his face.
Bald Donkey is a big talker, and here comes another person who doesn't know his dignity or status.
It's okay for the Foundation-Building Yin Ghost to call him Little King, but how dare he call himself me? Otherwise, where would the Golden Core Ghost King be?
But as long as they don't cause trouble, they don't intend to cause trouble.
Although it sounds easy, they understand that this monk is difficult to deal with, and provoking a strong enemy will only cause more trouble for themselves.
Just wait until you kill the monk and then start arguing with him.
Tu Shanjun took the drowned ghost's ghost and punched it wherever he went without intending to help.
The Yin Gui in his hand was still struggling before he punched his head again, smashing half of his head. The Yin Gui twitched twice and stopped moving.
If you don't use the soul flag when you are aware of the method, Tushanjun will not be able to take action on the pole.
When I realize that my fighting power is exhausted and my life is at stake, I will naturally think of the soul flag as a life-saving magic weapon.
Since Tu Shanjun made it clear that the carriage and horses wanted to watch a show, he also started the show in a sensible way.
…
After realizing the method, he put his hands together and formed a spell in an instant.
"White Bone Seal, King Kong suppresses evil."
Juefa's body looks a bit burly, but his movements are crisp and neat, not at all slowed down by his body shape.
The Buddha's seal palm struck the snake ghost on the head with great pressure.
The tyrannical force hit his neck and threw him up like a noodle, and then he fell to the ground lifeless.
The other demons and ghosts looked at Juefa with a calm expression as he stepped over the corpse of the snake ghost.
They were really frightened.
The snake ghost was a ghost in the late stage of Qi training, and it was killed by the monk's light palm.
It even gave them an illusion: "Could it be that the Snake Ghost is a silver-like wax gun head, and its usual aura is disguised as a sheep?"
"Amitabha."
They were stunned and did not stop. The white bone Buddha beads turned into light and formed a large mana net.
Not to mention Qi Training Dzogchen, not even ghosts who are also foundation builders can resist it.
The Zuo Dao monk offered up a piece of gray-purple talisman paper and shook his wrist before tearing a small opening.
It was only enough for him to get out by himself, but before the monster behind him came out, the hole in the French Open disappeared.
"Huh?"
Tu Shanjun exclaimed, "The Zuo Dao monk is the follower of Luo Jiao."
Judging from his cultivation level, which is only the Great Perfection of Qi Training, he should be in a similar position to those who captured Huaifeng City.
The monk who was following the Luo Sect was about to escape when he suddenly felt that the flying sword was out of control.
When he looked back, he saw a blue-grey hand holding the hilt of the sword. Immediately, the soul of the dead emerged, struggling to activate the magic power.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly pulled him over.
The ghostly hand of the Foundation Establishment Yin God covered the monk's head: "Does Luo Jiao have any plans?"
"That's all, I'd better take a look for myself."
The Soul Searching Technique was activated, forcefully invading the monk's sea of consciousness to search for memories about Luo Jiao.
The monk whose soul was being searched had his eyes protruding out of a small semicircle. His face was ferocious, and he pinched his neck as if he was suffocating, and finally tore off his flesh and blood alive. His body twisted and twisted until the last chance of life was extinguished.
Tu Shanjun had long understood that magic and magic were not meant for good people, but he did not expect that the soul-searching technique would be so cruel, and the recipients would be in excruciating pain.
He casually condensed the demonic cultivator's body into evil spirit, leaving no bones behind.
Luo Jiao provoked the fight not only to collect rampant soldiers and ghost generals, but also to prepare for the corpse refining.
Although this person is a head priest, he actually doesn't know much about it. I only heard that the envoy of the Shangzong gave them such a task and asked them to prepare in advance. If they do well, they will be rewarded and have the opportunity to go to the Shangzong.
Tu Shanjun conveniently threw the two ghosts into the soul flag.
Over there, the Dharma has transcended the snake ghosts, but there are still demons and ghosts under the big net of Buddha beads.
Seeing Tu Shanjun throw two ghosts into the soul flag, he couldn't help but said: "Senior, killing people and refining souls is a demonic act. In the future, if you are riddled with bad karma, your path of cultivation will become more and more difficult."
Tu Shanjun turned a deaf ear and looked away at the exit of the ghost market.
The mist that had changed a lot became a ghost city, and a figure stepped out of the gate.
Wearing yellow clothes and resembling a fierce ghost, he shouted angrily: "Monk Wu, how dare you cause trouble in the ghost market under the jurisdiction of the Daheishan Ghost King, why don't you release them all quickly?"
Seeing this ghost coming, the trapped demons and ghosts immediately became energetic and shouted for help.
"Monk, please let us go quickly."
"Ichi-kun, please help me."
The fierce ghost known as the City Lord stared at Juefa coldly: "Let them go!"
There was a sharp shout.
All I could see was the rolling fog, the shadows, the big flag hanging down like an iron coupon, and the appearance of the ghost soldiers moving through the fog.
Juefa lowered his eyebrows and said, "Amitabha, the donor acted in a biased manner. Or are you colluding with each other to seek wealth and harm?"
The fierce ghost in yellow no longer pretends to be pretentious.
He grinned and his eyes appeared strangely: "So what if you are just trying to make money?"
"Put down the spiritual stone treasure or die, you choose one yourself."
Hearing the laughter from the side, he suddenly felt upset and scolded with a cold face: "And that white-faced guy, you are laughing too much. It's none of your business. Get out of here. If I hear any bad rumors in the future,
, I will kill you."
Tu Shanjun's laughter suddenly stopped, leaving only a sullen expression on his face: "What a brave bitch!"
At the same time, Juefa's expression changed dramatically.
His magic power was depleted by 80% in an instant, but Juefa did not stop Tu Shanjun.
We have already met each other at war, and no matter how much we talk about the Buddha's compassion, it is like playing the harp to a cow. The best thing is to save these ghosts.
And because of his lack of cultivation, he couldn't stop Tushanjun from using his magic power.
Juefa sighed and declared: "Amitabha."
The fog started, and three more foundation-building Yin gods came out of the soul flag.
When the leader stepped out of the soul flag, the black robe on his body turned into a stomach.
His head is full of white hair, and his face is stern and majestic.
Counting the Foundation-Building Yinshen who are already outside, there are four in total.
Even though he was in the middle stage of foundation building, the fierce ghost in yellow clothes was still stunned and unable to speak. The shock in his eyes had already overflowed: "The art of conquering ghosts?"
"No, how could..."
Before the ghost in yellow finished speaking, he felt like the world was spinning.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that his head had fallen off at some point. It rolled over and fell to the ground. Half of his face was stained with mud and gravel. He could only barely look sideways at his headless body, which was standing still.
In fact, he acted instinctively, his mana surged, and the spell was half completed.
However, he saw a flash of white light.
what is that?
Is it the hair of the leader of the foundation-building ghost cultivator?
It seems not.
That seemed to be sword light.
The sword is so fast, the head falls off in a blink of an eye.
Before the Yin Shen of the fierce ghost in yellow had time to escape, a pale hand picked up his head and extracted the foundation-building Yin Shen hidden in the sea of consciousness.
Throwing Yin Shen into the soul flag, Wen Yue turned his head and faced the ghost soldiers blocking Fangshi.
One step forward, the shadow is like a shooting star.
The three foundation-building Yin gods following Wen Yue also all took action.
In just a few breaths, the ghost soldier before his eyes had already discarded his helmet and armor, and was caught in the hands of the Foundation-Building Yin God.
"Broken temples and smashed doors."
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"Who are you? How dare you force your way into the city!"
"This is the Hugushan Ghost Market under the jurisdiction of the Dahei Mountain Ghost King. If you are wise, retreat quickly, otherwise my king will have to pay the price!" The ghost ghost who had just taken off shouted, but before he could release poisonous insects to resist, he suddenly saw a trace of light.
White light struck, and then his body fell down.
Four foundation-building Yin gods broke into the ghost market and swept away all the way. The ghosts resident in the city could not stop them.
Of course, it was half an hour before the market dispersed, and not many powerful monsters and ghosts were still here. Most of them had left with their things in the middle of the night.
Most of the rest are ghosts and ghosts who live in the market.
There are not many people who actually work for the so-called Daheishan Ghost King.
The white-haired Yin Shen broke into the temple gate and killed the temple demon ghost with one sword. The rest of the little monsters who were servants had already been frightened out of their wits and ran for their lives in all directions. How could they dare to stay.
Step into the main hall and look at the statue of the black-faced ghost king on the lotus platform.
The white-haired Yin Shen flew over and shattered the stone statue with a punch, grabbing the small fragment inside in his hand.
When he walked to the entrance of the temple, he paused slightly and spat out a drop of purple-black blood.
The ghost blood turned into a figure and rushed into the hall.
boom!
Brilliant flames soared into the sky.
The main hall was torn apart and turned into rubble, and the surrounding towers and pavilions had no support and had to collapse.
The mist stirred and the dust flew.
Suddenly the tree fell and the hozens scattered.
The temples, temples and pavilions were all blown up by the gangsters, and those demons and monsters who took advantage of the limelight ran away in a rolling crawl. The two legs were too slow, so they quickly showed their true colors, tigers, leopards, jackals, rabbits, foxes, deer... and even more hated their parents.
A few legs are missing.
Or panic, doubt, nervousness, struggle... intertwined into a big picture of the escape of monsters and monsters.
The Yin Shen who released the soul flags did not chase the escaped demons and ghosts.
They are all looking for a living, and Tu Shanjun doesn't want to embarrass them. As long as there is no strong evil energy lingering on his body, he will not be targeted by the Foundation-Building Yin God.
Even if Jufa encounters a pure mountain spirit, he will not take action to save him.
If you practice well, don't eat people, don't commit sins, and it's your own sin to take action to save others.
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Looking at the collapsed market and the mist-covered fire in the distance, Juefa shook his head and sighed: "Killing people and setting fires, breaking down temples and smashing doors. Now the knot is getting bigger."
"In this turbid world, the trees want to be still but the wind doesn't stop."
Tu Shanjun's calm words rang in Juefa's ears.
He dared not talk about how much experience he had, but the lessons of the past were still vivid in his mind.
Then there was a chuckle: "If the monk is afraid, you can return to the sect, chant sutras, meditate and practice away from the world."
Juefa clasped his hands together and stared calmly ahead with his eyes.
"Amitabha, little monk has nothing to fear."
Tu Shanjun should be suspicious when others say this. Juefa said it very frankly.
Monks don't tell lies. If they are not afraid, they are not afraid.
As he spoke, the white-haired Yin God and the remaining three Foundation-Building Yin Gods had returned.
The body and the captured ghosts entered the soul flag together, and also brought a fragment filled with incense and wish power.
"Senior, even if they are ghosts, this move is really against the law..."
Tu Shanjun listened to Jue Dharma's long speech, which went in with his left ear and came out with his right ear.
This chapter has been completed!