The white vortex transformed by the awe-inspiring energy burst out with a terrifying aura, quickly tearing apart the surrounding space and pressing down fiercely on Gushan.
The breath escaping from the vortex pushed wildly in all directions like an ancient storm.
The strange black fog billowing on Gushan Mountain was blown away, burning like a flame, and was quickly purified by the aura of awe. The soul-eating frogs on Gushan Mountain or in the village were directly wiped out under the terrifying awe-inspiring storm.
Everything came to nothing.
Mao Shan was dumbfounded and shocked. Is this a Confucian scholar?
I am afraid that only a great Confucian scholar can unleash such a terrifying aura of awe. Of course, it could also be Confucian Wen Xiang. After all, Wen Xiang is also a very terrifying existence.
Whether it is a great Confucian scholar or a literary figure.
Mao Shan felt relieved, maybe he could be saved.
At this time, he vaguely heard a sound behind him, so he turned around and saw a strong green bull with broken horns in the night sky, pulling an ox cart coming through the air.
"Gentleman, there seems to be an injured Taoist priest at the foot of the mountain."
Qingniu saw Maoshan and took the road.
"You protect him."
Feng Qingyan stepped out of the bullock cart and walked towards Gushan step by step.
At this time, the method he used to step into the air was "Smooth Step on the Clouds". Although the speed was far inferior to the second method of the sacred technique "Wind Rising Ninety Thousand Miles". However, he could walk leisurely in the air, just like walking, which was very suitable.
Posture.
As for "The wind blows ninety thousand miles away", you need to keep stretching your hands, and you can't walk in the air.
"promise."
Qingniu pulled the cart and slowly landed next to Maoshan, saying, "The Taoist priest is injured?"
Mao Shan was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
"Don't worry, Taoist Master, my husband went to kill that fierce ghost."
Qingniu said proudly.
At this time, Maoshan saw the figure flying away in the air. It turned out to be a young man in his early twenties, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
How could he be Wen Xiang at such a young age?
It is even less likely that he is a great Confucian.
It is rare to see a scribe in his early twenties, let alone a literary master.
Mao Shan suddenly became worried and said: "There are ferocious ghosts on Gushan Mountain. They are transforming into ferocious ghosts at this time. I would like to remind Mr. Rujia."
"A fierce ghost changed into a fierce ghost?"
Qingniu couldn't help but be startled when he heard it, and he felt a little worried inside.
Although my gentleman is the first virtual saint in the past and present, he is only in the realm of scholars, so he quickly reminded loudly: "Sir, the Taoist priest said that the evil ghost on the mountain is changing into a vicious ghost, so be more careful."
"I already know."
Feng Qingyan nodded as he flew away.
Since even Maoshan could see it, how could he not see it?
"Ouch——"
At this time, the fierce ghost roared in pain.
It was at the critical moment of the change and could not escape to deal with Feng Qingyan.
Moreover, the terrifying vortex above its head pressed down, making it unable to withstand it. Its body was burning like a blazing divine flame, causing it great pain.
The ghost spirit is burned away.
The weird aura was also burned away.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Qingyan walked under the whirlpool eye and coldly looked down at the fierce ghost below.
At this time, the "Heaven and Earth Are Righteous" he used did not incorporate the slightest bit of holy power, so its power was naturally very average.
However, it is not something that a fierce ghost can resist.
After all, "there is righteousness in heaven and earth", which specifically restrains evil ghosts and evil spirits, doubling their damage.
However, although the fierce ghost cannot be resisted, it can escape. Perhaps Feng Qingyan's "righteousness in heaven and earth" means there is nothing he can do about it.
But now, the fierce ghost is at the key point of mutation and cannot escape at all.
At this time, the only option is to carry it to death.
Feng Qingyan controlled the vast whirlpool and quickly pressed it towards Gushan.
"Ouch——"
Black mist bursts out from the fierce ghost.
But in the blink of an eye, it was melted away by the mighty aura, burning on it like the divine fire of the Nine Heavens.
Sizzling——
Waves of blue and black smoke rose.
The body of the fierce ghost was quickly evaporated under the terrifying aura.
At this time, the fierce ghost roared, as if it had taken off a body, and a black shadow instantly swept down the mountain.
Rumble——
At this moment, the awe-inspiring vortex collapsed, instantly destroying the fierce ghost's body, and spreading to all directions, destroying the bloody world created by the fierce ghost.
"Want to escape?"
Feng Qingyan snorted coldly, but did not catch up. He just said: "The wind is rustling and the water is cold. A strong man will never come back."
A black shadow assassin appeared instantly, turned into a black light and chased the fierce ghost.
The fierce ghost ran away like crazy, at extremely fast speeds.
However, the Mo Shadow Assassin was faster, as if breaking through space, his figure appeared in a flash, so fast that no one could see clearly.
puff--
The fierce ghost's soul was stabbed by the Moying assassin.
That mysterious power instantly tore apart the soul of the fierce ghost, and then the Mo Shadow Assassin exploded, blasting the soul of the fierce ghost into powder.
Is this dead?
At the foot of the mountain, Maoshan was deeply shocked.
An extremely terrifying fierce ghost was actually destroyed by Confucian disciples in the blink of an eye? Moreover, the terrifying vortex forced the fierce ghost to stop mutating, and even had to take off its body and escape in the form of a spirit.
It's a pity that I still can't escape.
At this time, Feng Qingyan stepped down through the air and looked around. He saw hundreds of people in the entire village dead, and sighed slightly in his heart.
"Maoshan, thank you sir for saving your life."
Mao Shan struggled to stand up and saluted Feng Qingyan who came down.
"No need to be polite."
Feng Qingyan waved his hand and said: "Everyone can find evil ghosts and kill them."
"If you dare to ask Mr. Maoshan his name, you will be rewarded in Maoshan one day."
Maoshan bowed down.
"Seal it back."
Feng Qingyan hesitated and then looked at Mao Shan in surprise, then frowned and said: "Brother Mao seems to be infected with a strange aura, and it needs to be dispelled quickly. If the strange aura invades the soul,
, I’m afraid…”
"Maoshan has run out of all his magic power at this time, and I'm afraid he will have to wait for death."
Mao Shan smiled bitterly.
"If Brother Mao can be trusted, I can give it a try with Haoran's aura." Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said, "Perhaps I can get rid of Brother Mao's strange aura."
"Why can't I trust you?"
Mao Shan said in surprise, as he was about to die at this time, he was still afraid that the other party would do something to him? He bowed down and said, "Thank you again, Mr. Mao Shan."
"Brother Mao, relax your body and don't resist."
Feng Qingyan said, pointing the index finger of his right hand to Maoshan's brow, and the awe-inspiring aura slowly poured into Maoshan's body through his index finger.
At this time, Maoshan felt a terrifying aura flow into his body, making his body unable to bear it.
This is a completely different breath from mana.
This awe-inspiring aura was so strong and powerful that it seemed to be very overbearing. It was destroying his body crazily, making him suffer unbearably.
"ah--"
Mao Shan couldn't help but scream in pain, and then he held it in tightly.
At this time, two auras started fighting crazily in his body, both of them were so domineering that they seemed to tear his body apart.
Under the constant flow of awe-inspiring aura, the strange aura was purified little by little.
First from the head, the awe-inspiring energy was driven to the torso, and then to the feet...