At the beginning, it went very smoothly. It was still the familiar rhythm of raising the lamp, gathering souls, hiding, and waiting for an opportunity to ambush; an hour later, there were already three wandering souls and two evil ghosts coming in, and this time the purification was also taken in.
At the end, in the words of the lantern monk, when the evil spirit in the bodies of these souls is eliminated, it is time to release them.
No one knows whether the evil spirit has been completely eliminated, but these purified ghosts have indeed lost their attack power after being disbanded, and are no longer so violent. However, it is hard to say how long this peaceful state can last.
very.
Hou Zi was too lazy to go back and test whether the ghosts in the purified areas were still aggressive, because one thing was certain, there must be much fewer wandering ghosts and ghosts in those areas than under normal circumstances.
The lantern-carrying monk never looks back, and the reason for this is very intriguing.
"Northwest, one soul, one ghost." The two have a very tacit understanding of each other. They can tell what the other is thinking after a short conversation. This is an old trick. The opponent is a ghost whose intelligence is far lower than that of a human.
Nothing to be proud of.
The lantern-carrying monk's attention turned to one soul and one ghost. As soon as he waited for Tsuta to be in place, he activated the Buddha's light. Hou Tsu quietly sneaked among the ghosts and ghosts, as if he was in a soulless realm. The natural skills he had learned over the past two months were
The application has reached the highest level that his level can reach. Even without the monk's lantern, it may not be impossible to avoid the perception of ghosts.
It was as if he was also a soul, the soul of an assassin. When the monk took his place, the lantern-carrying monk patted the lantern. It was as if a pair of eyes opened in the dark night, and two rays of light fell down, falling on one soul and one ghost.
body, and then, the monk holding the lantern shouted,
"Amitabha, the wind is so tight!" Hou Zi thrust out his sword, but before it reached the soul, he vaguely felt something was wrong. The eyes of the soul he attacked showed no sign of being extinguished, but instead glowed red!
"Congratulations, monk, the Buddha has appeared!" The sword thrust forward, and the body seemed to be equipped with a spring and stretched backwards; this is the characteristic of Jian Yu's step, keeping one foot on the ground at all times, ensuring that the direction can be changed at any time.
The sword still hit the soul body, like beating leather, there was a faint sound of metal and stone, and it was unbreakable; this was the strength he controlled to save effort, and it would be enough to kill the wandering spirit ghost, but such an attack was in front of this soul body.
Totally not enough.
This is not a wandering soul, but a ghost, whose body is materialized and indestructible. Similarly, the other one is not a ghost, but a ghost!
Buddha and demon are originally birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes. Don't act like a hero to express your spirit, for whoever is behind will be unlucky.
There is no need to discuss. They are all careful people. They have already predicted this result. They often walk by the river and their shoes don't get wet. That means they are lucky. Otherwise, their pants and crotches will be soaked if they go so deep.
Already.
You can cooperate when you want to get benefits, but you can only escape alone! Both of them reacted very quickly, but Hou Zi was still leaning back when he was hit by the ice breath breathed out by the ghost, which broke his poor Gang Qi shield.
, bitingly cold.
The monk was a little further away. Theoretically, this time he succeeded in letting Quanzhen Swordsman act as his tail. As long as he was given a few more breaths, he would...suddenly feel a sharp wind coming from behind him. He backed his sword back, and his body simultaneously
Lie down; for a minor repairman of his level, weapons are still the most reliable in emergencies.
The sharp wind hit the back of the knife, and the impact shook his internal organs, turning his forward motion into a rolling gourd. This was indeed because his opponent was too powerful, and he did it intentionally. It was the only way to kill him and run away.
While rolling, he glanced back and saw that the ghost was chasing him.
"I, the Buddha, are merciful. We met by chance. What do you want me to do?"
"We meet by chance, why do you purify me? You allow Buddhism to purify my soul, but you don't allow my ghost to purify the monk? The monk can purify, but I can't?" The lantern-carrying monk's breath was bitter.
"I mean, why do you need to divide your troops into two groups..." The ghost smiled evilly,
"A dead monk is not a poor Taoist? Human beings are still so selfish!"...Hou Zi felt like he was hit by a ghost spell. The ice-cold power hurt his heart and poured into every part of his body, including his meridians, including
The internal organs even include two Dantian.
He knew that if he didn't take a few breaths in this state, he would be frozen into an ice sculpture. This was a spell on the same level as a human's Tao Xuan. How could he, a little cultivator in the Peiyuan Realm, resist it?
The only hope is that precisely because of the entity, the ghost's body no longer floats and looks bulky because of the weight. But first, he has to pull himself out of this coldness.
There is no corresponding spell, and even if it does, it may not work. The realm is too far away. He has only one hope. As he rushes forward, his Dantian is running wildly, and the Zifu vortex appears. Immediately, the cold power is attracted by the vortex, and finally
Now that I have an outlet to vent, I no longer want to rush around in his body.
Even the spells are based on spiritual power. They are not the same concept as the spells of human monks based on the power of heaven and earth. They are more like the appearance of spells simulated by spiritual power. They are no less powerful, but the properties are completely different.
His physical condition quickly eased, but he would not choose to turn back and fight, not even thinking about it. Jian Yu stepped faster and faster under his feet, because the cold power in his body was being sucked into the Zifu vortex at a very fast speed.
It's like a bottomless pit.
But the attack behind him did not end. Even if the ghost's speed was limited, it was still easy to keep up with him. Magic power kept hitting him. Even if he tried his best to resist with the long sword, it could not completely eliminate the aftermath of the magic power.
, the cold and cold power continued to pour into his body, and was constantly absorbed by the Zifu vortex, and he actually reached a dynamic balance during his escape.
The bad news is that they have gone too deep; the good news is that he at least knows the shortest way.
Although the Purple Mansion Vortex can help him absorb all the cold power, the physical damage caused by the spell itself still exists, and it is slowly accumulating with the blows one after another, adding up to the damage.
The chance of getting out of danger is not how far he can run, but whether he can persist until dawn. The ghost is not afraid of light, but his strength will still be greatly reduced in the sun. This is his chance.
He didn't know if the monk had gone to see the Buddha now. According to this difference in strength, it was probably more serious than bad; but he was just a dispensable little role in the Quanzhen Sect. He had no master and no treasure, but the monk might not.
If you dare to come to Shan country alone to purify ghosts, how could you not have some life-saving trump cards?
