Ku Junwei stood on the edge of a mass grave with a Tianshi compass, and the cold wind blew his Taoist robe.

"What a heavy yin energy!" Ku Junwei put away the Tianshi compass, and a trace of worry flashed between his eyebrows.

"Then... is there any way to deal with it?" Fang Jinming asked.

Ku Junwei said: "So many corpses and such heavy yin energy are difficult to deal with by just one person's strength. Let me think about whether there is any magic array that can suppress the yin energy that soars into the sky!"

After a pause, Ku Junwei said again: "Fortunately you did not act without authorization, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable!"

Fang Jinming looked back at Zhang Changtian, and their faces were filled with worries.

For such a huge project, both of them should have invested a lot of money. If the project cannot be carried out smoothly, it will be a huge loss for both of them, and the government cannot make a deal!

"Let me try it!"

At this time, Monk Wukong took the initiative to stand up.

"Are you... okay?" Chen Shiba asked.

Monk Wukong looked solemn: "Men, you can't say it, no!"

Lei Zi grinned and said, "How come this sentence comes from your monk's mouth, why does it feel strange?"

"Master, I'm here to help you!" Zhang Changtian and Fang Jinming quickly folded their hands together and bowed to Monk Wukong.

Monk Wukong clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, monks do good deeds and accumulate virtues, this is what I should do!"

Monk Wukong took out a string of long Buddhist beads from his arms, a total of 108.

Monk Wukong took a walk around the crowd and buried a Buddhist bead on the ground for every few steps.

After a circle, all the 108 Buddhist beads in Monk Wukong's hand were buried underground.

Then, Wukong did not look back and walked straight to the center of the mass grave, formed a magic seal with both hands, closed his eyes and sat down.

In the quiet night sky, magnificent Buddhist sounds floated, and Wukong kept chanting Buddhist scriptures, and the entire construction site was shrouded in a solemn and sacred atmosphere.

The 108 Buddhist beads buried underground suddenly lit up, bursting out with blazing golden light, like 108 lasers breaking through the ground, and like 108 golden swords, pointing straight to the sky, illuminating the entire mass pit.

108 golden lights soared into the sky, gathering into a huge 10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,000-10,0

The ten thousand characters kept rotating, the golden light flew, pressing down little by little, and finally completely disappeared into the crowd pit.

That huge golden ten thousand characters instantly turned into countless golden rays, and fell on the white corpses like raindrops.

For a moment, the Yin wind stopped abruptly, and the Yin wind stopped raging, and all the Yin energy was sealed into the mass pit by the ten thousand.

We stood by the crowded pit, and each of us showed admiration. The scene in front of us was so shocking that the strong visual impact could not be described in words.

Chen Shiba said in a daze: "I didn't expect that the little monk's Buddha power was so powerful. I really underestimated him!"

"It is considered a talent to have such Buddhist cultivation at a young age!" said Ku Junwei.

Monk Wukong really relied on his own to suppress such a strong Yin energy in the mass pit. We were all very happy. After being eaten by Monk Wukong so much on weekdays, we finally didn’t eat it in vain.

Zhang Changtian and Fang Jinming looked at each other, and their faces showed a very happy expression.

Monk Wukong stood up and was about to walk out of the mass trap.

At this moment, a sharp woman's voice suddenly sounded: "You bald donkey, our Bai family's territory, are you here whenever you want to come and leave?"

Suddenly, the yin energy that had already subsided rose again.

A rich ghost energy suddenly rose from the mass pit, like thick fog, covering the entire mass pit, and we immediately lost the trace of Monk Wukong.

When I heard the woman's voice, my heart suddenly tightened.

When I heard the woman say the four words "Bai Family Territory", I instantly turned my eyes red.

Just think about it with your toes, I know who this woman is. This is another enemy of ours, Miss Bai!

I have never forgotten the name of the eldest lady of the Bai family, Bai Shu!

Ku Junwei and I once went to Bai Mansion to be a passerby. Later, we had a big fight with the Bai family on the construction site. Chen Xiucai disappeared from now on, which became an irreparable pain in my heart.

Deep in my heart, I have regarded the Bai family as an enemy. I have been looking forward to seeing Bai Shu again to avenge the revenge of killing my master!

"Bai Shu, where can you escape!"

I roared, stared red with my eyes, and rushed into the mass pit with one step.

Ku Junwei shouted from behind: "Xiao Jiu, come back..."

As soon as I rushed into the mass grave, I could no longer hear any other sounds except the bitter cold wind [www.sbiquge.me] in my ears.

What surprised me was that when I rushed into the mass grave, all the scenes here seemed to have changed.

To be precise, there is no scene here at all. It is dark and dense, with a strong ghost energy surging. I don’t know where I am.

But I am not afraid. My cultivation has been improved to the ninth level of Zhuyou. There should be no big problem with Bai Shu. Besides, there is still a blazing fire of hatred in my heart, so I am naturally fearless.

I held my head up and my chest up, and was in the ghostly aura and shouted loudly: "Bai Shu, come out for me! Bai Shu, get out for me!"

"Oh, this little brother, you have such a bad temper. Do you know how to be gentle when talking to other girls?" Bai Shu's voice sounded in my ears, but Bai Shu had no intention of showing up.

"Do you still remember me?" I asked coldly.

"Remember! You are so handsome, why can't my family remember?" Bai Shu giggled.

"Then... do you remember this whip?" I pulled out the corpse-driven whip and threw a whip flower in the air. The corpse-driven whip was buzzing and trembling, like a spirit snake, hovering under my feet.

Bai Shu was silent for a while and smiled gloomyly.

"My surname is Bai, tell me, did you kill my master?" I roared in a deep voice. When I thought of Chen Xiucai, I couldn't control my anger.

"Haha! What do you think?" Bai Shu asked me arrogantly.

"I'll kill you!" The veins on my neck jumped one by one.

Bai Shu said: "This way, you and my men have fun. If you can see me, I will tell you who killed your master!"

After saying this, Bai Shu stopped talking, leaving only a series of cold laughter, which was creepy.

I silently chewed Bai Shu's words in my heart, "I will tell you who killed your master!" Could it be that Bai Shu was not the one who killed my master, but someone else?

When I was wondering, several figures slowly appeared in the darkness from all directions.

The corpse-driven whip in his hand suddenly stood upright, as if he had a premonition of the crisis and couldn't wait to fight.

I looked around and saw that the figures were all translucent ghosts. It was more appropriate to say that they were floating out of the darkness than to say that they were leaving.

There were shadows and more and more ghosts coming out of the darkness, but in the blink of an eye, I was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers inside and three layers outside.

What is even more surprising is that these ghosts were all Japanese devils who died in battle back then. They were wearing Japanese uniforms at that time, carrying bayonets in their hands, with ferocious faces and blood all over their bodies.

For a moment, I seemed to have traveled back to the battlefield of the Changsha Battle and fought bloody battles with these Japanese invaders to the end.

Bai Shu's voice sounded again: "These are the undead I refined. I believe you will have a great time!"

I slowly clenched my fists. I knew about the undead, but it was actually a kind of resentment.

To put it appropriately, it is an upgraded version of ghosts, that is, the refined ghosts.

These Japanese soldiers died on the battlefield, and naturally felt extremely resentful in their hearts. After they died, they turned into resentful ghosts, but were controlled by the Bai family. The Bai family refined the resentful ghosts in the bodies and refined them into dead spirits.

Therefore, the necromancer is equivalent to the essence of the resentment in the ghost's heart, and it is naturally more difficult to deal with than the resentful ghost.

Perhaps out of national indignation, when I saw these Japanese soldiers wearing military uniforms, my heart was filled with anger. During the Anti-Japanese War, these Japanese soldiers burned, killed and looted China, and everyone's hands were covered with Chinese blood. Now they turned into necromancers and were about to come out to cause trouble. I will never destroy them. I am not a fucking Chinese!

Before the dead were around me, I had already waved the corpse-driven whip and rushed forward first.

Although those undead spirits are not easy to deal with, no one can stop them under the whip of the corpse-driven whip.

One undead after another burst in front of me. After the undead explodes, it will turn into a ball of black smoke and disappear without a trace.

The corpse-driven whip swept away a piece of undead, but there were too many undead, and the undead behind quickly surrounded him, blocking the gap and talking endlessly.

I was also angry, so I put away the corpse-driven whip, roared, entered the state of corpse transformation, rolled up my sleeves, and started a life-and-death battle with these Japanese devils.

White hair, long red hair, sharp claws, and sharp fangs.

At this time, I was completely like a zombie!

Behind the darkness, Bai Shu's low scream came: "Ah! You are..."

My eyes were red and I rushed forward with a quick step. Facing the bayonet that was stabbed in my chest, I did not dodge, letting the bayonet stab my chest. Although the undead bayonet was just an illusion body, it was more lethal than the real bayonet.

However, the bayonet stabbed my hard and thick chest and broke in response to the sound.

I stretched out my claws, grabbed the Japanese soldier's throat, lifted him up, and easily twisted his neck.

I turned around and had another claw, splitting a Japanese soldier who rushed up from behind in half from head to toe.

"roar--"
Chapter completed!