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The novice monk put his palms together, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and his lips trembled as if he was chanting Buddha's name.

But when he stepped out of the temple gate, his head also raised, and his tender and innocent face quickly faded away, turning blue, purple, and black, withering countless wrinkles, and his lips were like cracked charcoal! The skin inside the monk's robes, his hands clasped, quickly charred and withered, and in three breaths turned into a standing mummy without any anger.

"Dead..." Xin Shi murmured.

He and Changming stood up and were about to breathe a sigh of relief, but at this moment, the eyelids of the mummy suddenly opened!

An eye socket that reveals a pair of black holes!

Xin Shi Changming was shocked. Although he had been a ghost, he had never encountered such a strange thing.

Changming was timid and immediately took a few steps back and hid behind Xin Shi.

Although Xin Shi recognized that he was a martial arts practitioner and was brave, he felt cold in his spine, trembling on his back, and chills around him.

"This... what is this!" Xin Shi said tremblingly.

Ao Yan on the clouds was also staring at him, wanting to see a clue.

At this moment, the "little novice monk" moved. He stepped into the rain step by step, and a puffed sound from his eyes, igniting two green fires, and his whole body became magical.

"Green Fire..." Ao Yan frowned. In his eyes, the green fire above the top of the little shaman's head disappeared when he stepped out of the temple gate. At this time, seven blue fires appeared on his shoulders.

"Seven Ghosts..." Ao Yan murmured, his eyes gradually sinking, as if he had thought of something.

"Hahahaha! This is what you forced me. What are the two ghosts? Even if one of them has achieved Dharma appearance? Today I will let you know the consequences of offending me, the White Lotus Sect!" The monk took all the expressions of the two ghosts and one person, and felt happy.

The little novice monk approached, and he patted the novice monk on the shoulder. The novice monk's cracked black lips opened, and balls of blue flames flew out.

The flames floated in the air and formed a circle.

In Ao Yan's blank gaze, these flames slowly disappeared and turned into young human forms - seven little ghosts with gloomy and dull faces!

These seven little ghosts held hands, some laughed, some cried, some were full of anger, some were depressed and sorrowful... All of these things are just in line with the seven emotions of human beings: joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, fear, and shock.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

When Ao Yan appeared, Fu Zhao trembled rapidly in his mind, which was a warning.

Ao Yanxin immediately raised his throat and issued such a warning. This was the first time he had Fu Zhao!

Although they are just little ghosts, each ghost is surrounded by black air, with a strong tyrannical aura and even more resentful. Although their bodies are intact, Ao Yan vaguely felt that these children must have suffered some kind of torture and died during their lifetime.

"You have indeed refined the little devil." Ao Yan said coldly.

"Yes...so what?" the monk smiled sinisterly: "I have sought these seven little ghosts with all my efforts, and each of them is killed by means. I believe you also know that all ghosts retain their last appearance before death."

Ao Yan took a deep breath of air conditioning and shivered with anger.

This is simply outrageous!

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow, fear, shock, the seven little ghosts show seven emotions, that is to say, these little ghosts either die in extreme anger, or die in extreme grief, or die in extreme fear... All of this requires people to deliberately torture it. The seven emotions are obsessions of being human, and extreme obsessions can produce extreme resentment.

No wonder these guys can regain this way even though they are little ghosts!

I'm afraid everyone has the level of not being able to practice qi ten times. What worries Ao Yan the most is that these seven little ghosts are connected hand in hand, and things are probably not that simple.

"That's my grandson!"

"Isn't that the child who got lost a few years ago in the Lao Qi family?!"

"Mouse! Mouse! That's my child!"

At this moment, shouts were heard, and many villagers rushed into the rain, looked up at the seven little ghosts, and shouted one after another.

However, the seven little ghosts still retained their expressions, their eyes were empty and their faces were dull.

Not long after shouting, everyone suddenly realized that their children could no longer come back, and the culprit of all this was the monk who they always thought was good people.

"The thief bald donkey! You kill thousands of swords! You must die a good death!"

"Zhi Niang! You will never die well forever! Go to the eighteen levels of hell!"

"Guawazi's thief is bald! I'm your real mother!!!"

The angry roar became more intense and knew that in the end, it turned out to be abusive.

The bloody villagers immediately wanted to rush over, but were stopped by Xin Shi Changming. Only then did they realize that the monk's immortal-like methods were not something they could deal with.

"Oh my God!" Some people were desperate on the spot.

The hatred of killing a son is equivalent to cutting off the inheritance incense and destroying other people's descendants. Such hatred is irreconcilable!

"Master Hubo! I beg you to avenge us! I am willing to be a cow and a horse worshiper! After death, my soul will be transformed into a soul and sent you to send me!" A smart man knelt down in the mud and water and kowtowed.

"Me too!"

"And me!"

Plop...

Not only the parents and family of the children, but also the others in the village walked out of the house, and they knelt in the mud without looking at it, and kowtowed to Qingyun where Ao Yan was.

Looking at this scene, the monk's face turned pale and his face was ferocious and distorted, extremely terrifying.

He also understood that he could not hold back his anger at the first time and exposed himself. Now he has aroused everyone's hatred - he never expected that things would become like this. He just wanted to kill this heavenly official at the beginning.

In this way, I will never get the incense here.

Since you can't get it, what's the point of staying?

"It's all you! It's all you bastard!" The monk showed his murderous aura and pointed at Ao Yan: "Since Master Buddha, I can't get the incense here! Don't even think about it! When I kill you, I will kill all the people in the village and train them into Yin soldiers! Hahahahahahahahahahaha..."

"Ah..." The villagers looked up suddenly, all of whom were miserable, and they looked at Ao Yan on the blue clouds with pious eyes.

"Master Hubo save us!"

"You bunch of untouchable ants? Humph! He can't protect himself! I can only fight ten when I separate the seven ghosts, and I can become the King of Ghost Pain whose strength does not belong to me! Just like this, he is a slut, two ghost servants under his command will be the command arrow! Save! You all have to die! Hahahaha..." The monk continued to laugh wildly.

The villagers were silent, and under the heavy wipers, the surroundings were terriblely silent.

Everyone looked at the only hope and the only straw in their hearts - Master Hubo, just waiting for him to speak.

Ao Yan's eyes were so gloomy that water was about to drip out. He glanced at the little novice monk and suddenly smiled: "Care me... kill!"
Chapter completed!