Two months ago, if Mengdie hadn't had a whim and insisted on coming to this Buddhist country to see the beautiful man from the Buddhist country, it wouldn't have fallen to this point.
The new owner it picked was a failure, and it seemed like there was something really wrong with his brain. For the sake of beauty, he really ignored it, forced it into the spirit animal bag, and rushed here happily.
The beauty looked at it and took in both humans and beasts.
It doesn't look like a human being, with tentacles growing on its head, black wings growing on its back, and several slender hairy legs growing in front of its body.
The butterfly is not like a butterfly. The black butterfly, which was originally as big as a child's palm, has become as big as a person. The key is that it still has two arms and two short legs. It is nondescript and extremely disgusting.
How can it meet its kind in the future?
They, the Ghost Resentful Die clan, have formed a contract with the monks and can only form a master-servant contract. As servants, their cultivation is still limited. They are helpless against Mengdie's willfulness and must obey her orders as much as possible.
The balance of heaven, as compensation for being able to only form a master-servant contract, the Ghost Resentful Butterfly clan can also turn against the guest and take over the master in critical moments, taking the initiative to occupy the contract owner's body, or even the contract owner's soul.
It has been practicing for seven or eight thousand years, and it is already equivalent to the tribulation monk in this small world, and the ghostly ghost energy it stimulates has a similar effect to the forbidden spirit powder, which can seal the spiritual power in the monk's body.
It is very easy to kill these four monks who are in the state of transformation.
If Mengdie hadn't caused trouble and interrupted it several times to stir up the ghost energy, it would have sent these monks to see the Buddha.
To prevent it from being reduced to this ugly state forever, and to prevent it from returning to the ghost world, these four monks must die no matter what!
"Go to hell!"
The resentment of the ghost and butterfly rose sharply, forcibly suppressing the soul of the butterfly, and flapped its wings in anger, and the terrifying cold air surged up, covering the sky and the sun.
"save"
Someone was running too slowly, with a box of belongings on his shoulders. Before he could even cry out for help, he was already covered in bruises, his eyes wide open, and he was frozen in place.
His face was frightened and he was not breathing.
Almost instantly, hundreds of people stood on the same spot, maintaining a desperate running posture, without breathing.
The cold air is still spreading like billowing smoke.
"You are doing evil! Stop it, stop it!"
Meng Die was extremely angry, but was powerless, unable to control the body that should belong to him.
Since the Ghostly Resentful Butterfly has the magical power to devour the blood of its owner, it will not retain the will of the contract owner. It will be a matter of time before the contract owner loses his will. Meng Die cannot control the body. This is just the beginning.
More innocent people were implicated.
Countless grievances and ghosts rose up, screaming and frightened. They should have entered reincarnation but could not, and swarmed towards the ghost and resentment butterfly uncontrollably.
The Ghostly Resentful Butterfly sucks the resentful soul into its body, and its Taoism increases a little bit more, and the cold and cold air becomes more and more ferocious.
"You are committing evil!"
Meng Die screamed, extremely regretful.
She is inherently kind, as kind as a Buddhist princess.
If she hadn't encountered that misfortune, she would still be living in her beautiful world. She had suppressed the ghost some time ago, and she fell in love with being a good person again, and she would not tolerate such a resentful creature.
More lives were lost.
When Xiao Jin Tan chanted a Buddhist name, his eyes were full of sympathy for the suffering souls.
The two ancestors Qi Min and Qi Gao took An Qingli and Ji Xiaopeng and temporarily left the dangerous place.
An Qingli had already asked the blue phoenix: "What can overcome the ghostly energy of the netherworld!"
"Netherworld ghost fire." Bingfeng replied, "A kind of black flame that grows in the ghost world. It burns people's souls and also burns the fluttering moth. The fluttering moth will almost die if it touches the fire."
"Netherworld ghost fire? Is this it?" An Qingli thought in his mind and activated the "Eight Desolations Netherworld Art", and a ball of black flame suddenly appeared in front of Bingfeng.
The ice phoenix eyes could not see anything, and as soon as they felt the netherworld aura, they quickly waved their wings and stepped back a few feet, saying: "Yes, but it is not pure yet, and it may not be possible to restrain it."
"Then give it a try!"
An Qingli told Patriarch Qi Min to come out of his sleeve.
"You really want to try it?" Patriarch Qi Min said, it was because he accompanied An Qingli and obtained the two heaven-level exercises, one of which was a fire-attribute exercise.
"How sure are you?" Ancestor Qi Gao was cautious. This little girl is the next ninth-grade alchemy master. She has the luck of Buddhism, so how can she not have the luck of Taoism.
There are some risks that you can try, but the Ghost Resentful Butterfly can easily subdue the four Buddhist cultivators in the realm of gods, so it is best not to try this kind of risk.
"Be sure of the unknown." An Qingli, a Dharma cultivator, has a firm attitude, "But the Taoist heart tells me to give it a try."
Her Taoist heart makes her move forward indomitably, not to mention that she has some ability to overcome the coldness.
The dark energy spreads underground, the souls of injustice scream, and their resentment reaches the sky.
The two ancestors of the Dharma cultivators, Qi Min and Qi Gao, looked at each other, protected An Qingli, stepped down, and actually took the initiative to approach the place where the Yin Qi was thickest.
Ji Xiaopeng lay in his ancestor's sleeves and watched the battle without daring to blink.
An Qingli frowned, holding the Ruyi Red Flame Sword in his hand, and swung it down violently.
A black crescent slash shot out quickly and rushed into the huge black gas. In an instant, it ignited with raging black flames.
"Wow!"
Ji Xiaopeng just wanted to clap his hands and applaud.
The black flames burned brighter and brighter.
The surrounding ghostly ghost energy was constantly being consumed, and the ghostly ghostly energy a little further away quickly gathered from all directions, supporting the fierce burning of the black flame.
it works!
Xiao Jintan was overjoyed.
"Quickly, go and light the fire somewhere else!"
Without Xiao Jintan's reminder, Patriarch Qi Min waved his sleeves and took An Qingli to another place in the blink of an eye.
Another slash with the sword.
With the cultivation in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, the spiritual power reserves of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, and the blessing of the Lingbao Ruyi Red Flame Sword, an extremely solid black crescent slash was swung out, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a ball of blazing flames.
The ghost energy of the underworld is rapidly depleting.
"who?!"
The Ghost Resentful Butterfly roared angrily and flapped its wings upward.
"boom!"
Another ball of black flames rose into the air.
After a few breaths, another black flame ignited.
"Damn it! A little foundation building!"
The Ghostly Resentful Butterfly discovered the person who set the fire. She was extremely angry and pounced forward.
It pounced forward, not to deal with An Qingli in the foundation-building stage, but to deal with the two tribulation masters guarding An Qingli.
The two masters of overcoming tribulations are like An Qingli's mobile car. As long as they are subdued and the foundation is built, even if they have some arson skills, they can be easily dealt with.
The Ghost Resentful Butterfly flaps its wings, and with boundless ghostly aura, it goes straight towards the two of them to overcome the tribulation.
Ancestor Qi Min put An Qingli into his sleeves and robe, stepped up, and took her up to the sky.
An Qingli stood in his sleeves, raised his hands, pinched the magic formula, and then twisted his wrist, and several black netherworld fires suddenly appeared in the sky. Each small ball of netherworld fire was like a black lotus, fiercely shooting toward the ghost.
The butterfly swooped away.
The ghostly butterfly tried to hide calmly.
However, Meng Die came out to cause trouble again, making this nondescript body stagnant in mid-air, preventing Ghost Resentful Die from getting his wish.
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