However, the Ghost Armor King did not move at all, standing as if nothing had happened.
The red-haired man stood aside with a look of disdain. It seemed that I overestimated him.
However, Xiao Yuchen was not surprised at all. Instead, he smiled, and a ball of red light spread along Xiao Yuchen's arm to the Ghost Armor King's back.
In an instant, red light shone, taking Xiao Yuchen's palm reflected on Ghost Armor King's back as an axis, forming a circle with the word "flame" in the middle.
With a "clang" sound, the sword in the Ghost Armor King's hand fell from his hand and hit the ground. Then, bursts of ghostly howling sounds came from the Ghost Armor King's body. The Ghost Armor King seemed to be in great pain, and his hands could not move.
It stopped and danced wildly in the air, as if going crazy, and the cry-like screams became louder and louder.
Xiao Yuchen applied force at this time, which caused the tall Ghost Armor King to fly out. After landing, it slid far away on the ground, leaving a deep groove on the ground. After stopping, the Ghost Armor King's armor
A trace of black smoke was exposed at the seam, and in the blink of an eye it turned into the previous paper talisman and flew back into the red-haired man's hand.
The red-haired man firmly grabbed the paper talisman in his hand, and soon after he slowly let go, he pulled out his spear and stabbed Xiao Yuchen.
Xiao Yuchen still endured the inexplicable pain in his body, and used magical footwork to defend against the enemy. The red-haired man's marksmanship was strong and powerful. Although the gun was deadly, it was resolved by Xiao Yuchen one by one. The red-haired man's offensive became more fierce, Xiao Yuchen
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, he did not dare to fight. He deflected the spear that was coming towards him with one sword and retreated.
When the red-haired man saw this, he did not pursue him, but stood still. Xiao Yuchen couldn't help but feel that the other party's evil aura was even worse than before. Green light gradually appeared on the spear, and the red-haired man seemed to be serious.
At this time, countless green lights appeared around the red-haired man. The green lights gradually lengthened and turned into spears. Countless spears flew out and rushed toward Xiao Yuchen. Xiao Yuchen made a few empty strokes in the air with his bare hands.
, and as he activated his spiritual power, a huge concentric circle appeared out of thin air in front of him, with a five-pointed star rotating rapidly in the circle.
Countless spears were stopped, hanging in the air and unable to move any further. The red-haired man held the spear in his right hand, slowly raised his left hand to his chest, opened his palm, and his palm was gradually enveloped in green brilliance. Those spears seemed to have gained strength.
, the green light flashes slightly, with a slight forward trend.
On the contrary, Xiao Yuchen gradually felt the difficulty and was slowly forced back by the spear hanging in the air.
The more he used his spiritual power, the more intense the pain in his heart became. Xiao Yuchen accidentally got distracted. There was a sound like a broken mirror, and the circular formation in front of Xiao Yuchen broke into pieces.
of powder.
Those spears were no longer hindered and stabbed at Xiao Yuchen one after another.
At this critical moment, Xiao Yuchen's mind went blank, and the surroundings became silent. He could only hear his own heartbeat "thump, thump".
A purple spiritual power began to spread within Xiao Yuchen's body.
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The spear hanging in the air actually stopped in front of Xiao Yuchen. No matter how much force the red-haired man exerted, he still couldn't move. The red-haired man couldn't help but frown, clenched the spear in his hand, tapped his toes, and lifted it up several feet.
Gao, holding a gun in one hand, jumped towards Xiao Yuchen.
The spear opened a green hole in mid-air.
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Countless spears stopped in front of Xiao Yuchen's eyes, and suddenly they began to shake. Xiao Yuchen's whole body was shrouded in purple flames, with a pair of blood-red pupils, and strong anger surged out of Xiao Yuchen's body.
Xiao Yuchen let out an angry roar, shattering the spear in front of him. The red-haired man used his gun to brush away the flying gun shavings, and stabbed it with a spear flower in his hand. Xiao Yuchen greeted him with his palm, the gun in front of his palm.
It was stopped a foot away.
The red-haired man stared at Xiao Yuchen with wide eyes. All his strength was poured into the tip of the gun, and the silver-white gun tip suddenly shone with a dazzling green light, which was quite scary.
A cold light flashed in Xiao Yuchen's eyes. Even he didn't know it. At this time, he seemed to have completely changed. What he wanted to see most at the moment was blood.
An inexplicable sense of killing arose in Xiao Yuchen's heart. He resisted the spear's palm, and a purple light appeared in his palm, and then turned into a halo. Xiao Yuchen pressed forward, and the red-haired man looked like the "Ghost Armor King" before.
It flew out and hit the ground.
The red-haired man never expected that this person would have such strength. He grabbed the gun with both hands and stood up slowly. It was obvious that the injury was serious.
Xiao Yuchen laughed wildly, like a crazy demon, and swung his sword, and a crescent-shaped purple sword light flew out. Wherever the sword light passed, even the air burned, and it fell rustlingly.
A little spark.
The red-haired man struggled to swing the spear and fired out three spears. However, they were cut into several sections by Xiao Yuchen's purple sword light. The red-haired man had nothing to do at this time and was knocked several feet away by the sword light. Fortunately,
The sword light was slightly weakened by the three spears just now, and the red-haired man did not have any broken bones or menstruation.
Before the red-haired man could take a breath, Xiao Yuchen thrust the long sword in his hand vertically into the air. The "Magic Weapon Long Sword" split into two and then into four in the air. Repeatedly, countless swords appeared in the air.
The transformed long sword formed a ring, trapping the red-haired man in the center, and then the sword light exploded. Before the red-haired man could figure out what was going on, he saw raging purple flames igniting under his body, and the fire shot into the sky, opening the chaotic ceiling.
A huge hole formed.
The red-haired man was trapped in the fire formation. He relied on his cultivation and didn't pay much attention to the flames, but over time he felt a feeling of burning his soul. At this time, the red-haired man suddenly realized something, a little surprised and a little excited.
What's more, it's a kind of joy. I can't help but ask myself: Is this the legendary hell fire that can burn the soul?
Just when the winner was about to be decided, Xiao Yuchen suddenly felt that the spiritual energy in his body was boiling, and the originally smooth infuriating energy began to flow backwards along with his meridians. Xiao Yuchen could not bear the pain, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down.
A wave of heat surged up, and I felt a sweet sensation in my mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
The red-haired man was thinking about how to escape. When he was unable to do anything, he found that the flames around him gradually faded away, and the feeling of burning his soul also disappeared.
When Xiao Yuchen raised his head, he found a silver gun pointed at him. A red-haired man was standing in front of him. So close, Xiao Yuchen could clearly see the inscription engraved on the gun - Blood Jade Soul-Severing Gun.
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"Let me ask you, can you control the fire of hell?" the red-haired man asked coldly.
"That's right..." There was a trace of blood on the corner of Xiao Yuchen's mouth. Even he himself didn't know what hell fire was.
"Have you been bitten by this force? You still can't control this force?"
Xiao Yuchen gave a bitter smile, but did not answer. Whenever this mysterious force appeared, Xiao Yuchen would lose his mind. Rather than saying that Xiao Yuchen could not control this force, it was better to say that this force controlled Xiao Yuchen.
Xiao Yuchen felt that when this power was roaming in his body, he would always feel a sense of killing deep in his heart.
"I lost..."
"Let's call it a draw this time. We'll fight again after you recover." After saying that, the red-haired man turned and walked away, gradually disappearing from Xiao Yuchen's eyes.
Xiao Yuchen held up his tired body and was about to continue looking for the formation seal leading to the next level of hell. At this time, he noticed a yellow light flashing not far away. When he took a closer look, Xiao Yuchen was overjoyed. It was the same as before.
The "road guide" thrown out by the red-haired man.
At this time, the red-haired man's voice sounded again: "I'm waiting for you in the underworld..."
Xiao Yuchen rubbed her nose and said, "Thank you in advance."
Snow Mountain Tianfeng, Qinglong Temple.
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"Abbott, the abbot is not well..."
A monk hurriedly ran into the abbot's room and accidentally tripped over the threshold. He thought he would fall to the ground, but then he felt a force dragging him from bottom to top. Only then did he realize that he was sitting on a futon.
The abbot with Zen mind casts a spell.
After the monk stood firm, he realized that he had just lost his composure. He immediately put his hands together, bowed his head and bowed his head to salute the abbot.
"What are you talking about in such a panic?" Zen Xin looked dry and lean, but his voice was full of energy and did not look old at all.
"The master is back! But he is seriously injured and insists on seeing the abbot first."
In the Suxin Hall of Qinglong Temple, the man's brows were furrowed and he looked very painful, and a cloud of black energy was swimming in his chest. An old monk with a white beard was pressing his palm against the master's back, and another
He was clasping his fingers together in a hand seal, chanting Sanskrit mantras in his mouth, trying to force the black energy out of the master's body.
There is a saying that has been circulating in the world: The four eminent monks of Qinglong Ancient Temple, the divine monks brought peace to the world. This is to praise the four divine monks in Qinglong Temple. In the early years, these four divine monks have been saving the world and showing compassion. Many of their deeds have long been passed down as good stories.
It is a pity that one of the eminent monks passed away more than ten years ago.
Now there are only three sacred monks left. In addition to Master Zenxin, the abbot of Qinglong Temple, and Master Zhuying of Yingyue Temple, the other two are their junior brothers, that is, the old monk who is healing that master's wounds.
Zen true.
Although Master Zenzhen tried his best to resist the black energy in the master's body and curb his aggressive intentions, it was difficult to force the black energy out of the body. The master gradually lost his color, and it was obvious that the black energy was breaking out again. Master Zenzhen said
The chanting of sutras became faster and faster.
At this time, Abbot Zenxin arrived and handed the "nine-ring tin stick" in his hand to an elder beside him. He grabbed the cassock wrapped around him with his right hand and gave it a strong shake. The cassock flew out due to the force and hung on the ground.
A golden light shone above the master's head, and the black energy in the master's body gradually stopped in his chest and did not move.
Then, Abbot Zenxin jumped in front of the master, formed a seal with his hands, and tapped Master Zhuying's eyebrows, shoulders, and chest. The golden light flashed everywhere.
Then, Abbot Zenxin made a seal with one hand and closed his eyes while chanting sutras. The Buddha's light suddenly appeared between the two of them, revealing a word "卍". The word "卍" moved in time, and actually sucked out the black energy in the man's body.
Come out. This is the highest mental method of Qinglong Temple, "Tiangang Boruo Heart Sutra".
The black energy was gone, and the man's complexion gradually improved, but he was weak and needed more rest, so he had to ask Huiming about the cause of the matter.
It was said that although Huiming suffered internal injuries, he was not seriously injured. After bandaging the external abrasions, he took a few pills. After he was fine, he reported the situation to Abbot Zenxin.
Zen Zhen was the first to ask: "What Brother Zhuying has mastered is the ghost clan's secret method, the 'Soul-stealing Curse'. You masters and disciples are fighting against people from the ghost clan."
"Reporting to Uncle Master, that's right."
"The night attack on Shadow Moon Temple was also caused by the ghost clan?"
Huiming shook his head and said, "Reporting to Uncle Master, it was not done by ghosts. Those people in black were all using Taoist magic."
"Then tell me the cause and effect of the matter in detail."
"In order to protect the brocade box from falling into the hands of traitors, Master led several elders to break out of the siege and planned to return to Qinglong Temple to discuss the matter. On the way, he encountered two members of the ghost tribe. In order to protect Master and me, several elders sacrificed their lives to protect Master and me.
At the scene of the funeral, I was chased by two gangsters. The master wanted to protect the brocade box, but he also wanted to take care of me. He couldn't fight with four hands, so he was poisoned by one of the gangsters. Fortunately, the leader of the holy sect and the leader of the demon sect took action.
Only by rescuing each other can my master and disciple be spared their lives."
The brocade box was the most precious treasure in the temple, and Abbot Zen Xin and Master Zen Zhen naturally knew the secret. After receiving the brocade box, they immediately placed it in the forbidden area of Qinglong Temple.
After listening to Huiming's narration, Abbot Zenxin and Master Zenzhen looked at each other, looking a little confused. Abbot Zenxin said: "Few people have been able to practice the secret method of the ghost clan, and even Junior Brother Zhuying is difficult to deal with. It can be seen that those two
He must be an outstanding member of the ghost clan, and I would like to ask you if you know the whereabouts of those two people."
"Reporting to Uncle Abbot, according to the words of the master of the Demon Cult, those two people are King Bian Cheng and King of Samsara of the Ten Hell Kings of the Underworld."
The words were shocking, and Abbot Zenxin was a little anxious. He raised his right hand and said, "Please step aside for now and rest!"
Huiming returned the Buddhist salute and withdrew.
Abbot Zenxin stood up, walked back and forth for a few steps, and said to Master Zenzhen: "Junior brother, the ghost clan has always been controlled by the Spirit Lord, and has always been content with practicing. Now it seems that the Demon Lord Qingming, the Great Emperor, has made a comeback."
"What senior brother said is true. The demon world has been making a lot of moves recently. If the two sides join forces, the world will usher in another disaster."
Abbot Zenxin nodded in agreement, "This matter cannot be ignored. I would like to trouble my junior brother to go to the Holy Sect, firstly to thank the master of the Demon Sect, and secondly to discuss this matter with the master of the Demon Sect."
Zen Zhen nodded, "I'll get ready right away." After saying that, he walked out.
With the ghost clan in civil strife, the demon world plotting, and the mysterious group of men in black, the battle between good and evil is inevitable.
The candlelight is dim, the pavilions and pavilions are scattered in an orderly manner, and various murals with sinister faces are carved on them.
Xiao Yuchen saw the unique scenery in this ghost world and couldn't help but look around a few more times. Compared with the brutality of the Eighteen Ghost Prisons, this place seemed much quieter, but it gave people a more serious feeling.
"I didn't expect that the young master would come down from the Eighteen Ghost Prison so quickly." He followed the call and saw Cui Yu walking over with a "Life and Death Book" in his hand.
Xiao Yuchen smiled awkwardly and didn't know how to start. He was about to ask who the red-haired man was when he was pulled by Cui Yu and walked towards a majestic palace with red pillars and green tiles in front of him.
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When he first arrived outside the palace, there was a gust of wind, and then a voice came into his head: "My dear nephew, I have been waiting for you for a long time!" Xiao Yuchen looked around, but there was no one else except Cui Yu.
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Cui Yu saw Xiao Yuchen looking around, a little distracted, so he pushed Xiao Yuchen's shoulder and asked: "Young Master, Young Master..."
Xiao Yuchen was startled, waved his hand and smiled: "No, it's okay..." At this time, Xiao Yuchen found a figure not far away, leaning on a stone pillar. Xiao Yuchen could see the long crimson hair at a glance.
Seeing that the red-haired man kept looking at him, Xiao Yuchen shouted: "Hey! Red-haired brother."
Seeing the red-haired man tremble all over, he was obviously a little surprised by Xiao Yuchen's call. He waved his long sleeves, turned around and disappeared.
Xiao Yuchen was asking for trouble, and then he remembered that he had never inquired about the origin of this red-haired man, and asked Cui Yu: "Judge Cui, who is that red-haired brother from your underworld?"
"Young master, have you met this person before?"
Xiao Yuchen curled her lips and said, "Not only have I seen him before, how could I not recognize him as someone who wields a knife and a gun as soon as we meet him? But it's all thanks to his guidance."
Cui Yu apologized and laughed a few times: "Young Master, you don't know something. Young Master has lived in the Netherworld for a long time, and it is rare to meet a match. It must be Master's cultivation that attracts Young Master..."
Before Cui Yu could finish speaking, Xiao Yuchen interrupted: "What? What young master?"
"I forgot to introduce you to the young master. He is the son of the Spirit Master, the young master of the Ghost City of the Yins - Hun Guixi."
Xiao Yuchen thought to himself: Even the young master is so lifeless, no wonder this place is a ghost town.
"My dear nephew, my son's character is such that it makes you laugh!"
The previous voice came into Xiao Yuchen's mind again. Listening to this tone, since he called the "Young Master of the Yins" as "my son", it can be seen that the owner of this voice is the spirit master. The sound transmission technique is not surprising, but this spirit master
It seems that he can also read people's thoughts, and he can even clearly understand what he is thinking. Xiao Yuchen couldn't help but feel excited.
Cui Yu smiled at Xiao Yuchen, wondering if he knew about the conversation between the Spirit Master and him. Xiao Yuchen shrugged and followed Cui Yuchen into the main hall.
There are four large pillars distributed in the four corners of the hall. It is difficult for the two of them to wrap their arms around them. The candlelight is dim and it is difficult to see the entire hall carefully. There is a huge relief sculpture of an evil ghost in front, which is as high as the entire hall. It has two teeth and claws.
The sharp claws were bent in front of the body, with red and yellow fire burning in the palms.
Under the relief is a seat made of white bones. In front of the seat stands a man in a brown robe with his hands behind his back, his back facing Xiao Yuchen.
