Although he was resisted by the brilliance of Huangquan Pearl, Wang Lin, surrounded by black mist, felt that he was getting colder and colder.
It's not that the body feels cold, but that the soul is trembling and cold.
It's as if a dark wind is blowing from deep within my heart, and no matter how warm the outside world is, I can't resist it.
He didn't know that this was a sign of excessive mental exhaustion. If he continued like this, his soul would be damaged.
Although Huangquan Pearl can restrain Sikong Nan to a certain extent, Wang Lin's own cultivation level is too low. His soul cannot control Huangquan Pearl at all and cannot bear the consumption caused by Huangquan Pearl.
Hearing Sikong Nan's strange laughter, his vision went black for a while. Wang Lin felt that his spirit was about to collapse, and many irrelevant contents began to appear in his mind.
The first thing Wang Lin thought of was his parents: "Father, mother, am I going to die? Tiezhu is unfilial, I can't go back to see you..."
Incredibly, the second thing that came to Wang Lin's mind was a young Taoist in a white robe with wide sleeves, a feather robe and a star crown.
"At that time, if I had gone with that Taoist priest, wouldn't I have avoided the disaster today?"
Wang Lin's mind was in chaos. Just before he lost consciousness, a voice suddenly came into his ears.
"Old ghost, get out of here and stay away from my disciples!"
Wang Lin tried his best to open his eyes wide. The light and shadow in front of his eyes changed. The last scene that caught his eye was a white light flashing through the thick black fog. The young Taoist in white robes he had seen before suddenly appeared in front of him.
She was looking at him with concern.
Wang Lin moved his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't make a sound. His head tilted and he fainted.
Lin Feng saw that Wang Lin had just fainted due to lack of energy, so he felt relieved and turned to face Sikong Nan.
Sikong Nan stared at him coldly: "Junior, if you dare to harm me, I will take out your soul and refine it into a soul lamp, and I will make you suffer from ghost fire eating your soul day and night!"
Lin Feng waved his robe sleeves, protected Wang Lin behind him, and said calmly: "Get out of here right now, I will spare your life."
Sikong Nan's eyebrows suddenly stood up, and he said with a strange smile: "Junior is looking for death!"
As the black mist surged violently, it flew up into the air and gathered together, almost condensing into a solid body. Then it spun rapidly and pressed down hard on Lin Feng below like a drill.
Lin Feng's magic formula with both palms changed, and all his magic power was automatically transformed into the pure Buddhist magic power of the Ksitigarbha Sutra. A layer of light golden Buddha light appeared all over his body.
Ksitigarbha's golden body has not yet been fully cultivated, and Lin Feng did not dare to be careless. He formed a Buddhist mudra with his hands, and using the Buddhist power of Ksitigarbha's Sutra, he performed the Small Reincarnation Technique that he learned from Jing Lei Zen.
The Small Reincarnation Jue unfolded, and the golden light above Lin Feng's head condensed, forming a huge "swastika" pattern.
The black drill bit rotated rapidly and pressed down. The golden "swastika" character above Lin Feng's head rotated, and the black drill bit was deflected and fell far away on the cliff nearby.
The cliff, which had remained unchanged after thousands of years of wind and rain erosion, was directly smashed into pieces by the black drill!
Lin Feng remained calm on the surface, but an alarm sounded in his heart: "This old ghost only has a remnant soul left, and his strength is equivalent to the peak of foundation building. How terrifying would it be if he restored him to his prime?"
Both the Ksitigarbha Sutra and the Small Reincarnation Technique are secrets not taught by Buddhism, with endless mysteries. Combining the two, Lin Feng accepted Si Kongnan's first round of attacks.
And fortunately, he used the Small Samsara Technique to deflect the black drill bit by leveraging its force. Otherwise, if it were to be hard-topped, the unfinished Ksitigarbha body would probably be in trouble.
Lin Feng's pupils shrank: "Since we have made this enemy today, we must not leave any trouble in the future! Show mercy without mercy, and show mercy without mercy."
Thinking of this, he raised his hands, and twenty-four points of golden light flew around and fell on the ground.
Si Kong Nan stared at Lin Feng and snorted coldly: "Buddhist thief Bald? What I hate most is the monk."
"Let you experience my art of hundreds of ghosts walking at night." Sikong Nan's magic formula changed continuously, and the black mist emitted became thicker and thicker, gradually covering the entire valley.
There were screams and screams in the black fog, and dozens of red light spots suddenly lit up in the black fog, which looked extremely dazzling.
The next moment, Lin Feng saw a dozen black figures stumbling out of the thick fog. They were a dozen evil ghosts with ferocious faces and dark bodies. The red dots that lit up before turned out to be their eyes.
In the black mist, I thought of Si Kongnan's strange laughter: "What a pity, what a pity. Think about how powerful I was when I drove thousands of ghosts to walk at night, and ten thousand ghosts to walk at night. Now that the tiger has fallen, even the evil ghosts in my hands only have these dozen ineffective ones.
, but it’s more than enough to deal with you.”
"Little beast, when I kill you, you will become one of them, and you will be driven by me forever!"
Lin Feng looked carefully and saw one of the weaker ghosts. Although his body was dark and his face was distorted, his facial features could still be vaguely recognized. It was Sun Xiaozhu who had just been killed by Sikong Nan.
Judging from the aura around this fierce ghost, it can be seen that he has completely retained the eighth level of Qi training achieved by Sun Xiaozhu during his lifetime.
Among these ghosts, Sun Xiaozhu is considered to be the weakest in terms of strength. The other ghosts are the least powerful because they have the power to practice the Great Perfection of Qi. There are six ghosts. They should have been monks in the foundation building stage during their lifetimes, but their souls were extracted by Sikong Nan to practice magic.
Lin Feng turned a blind eye to the howling ghosts in front of him. He looked into the depths of the black mist and said with a smile: "You are really using a big ax in front of Lu Ban's gate and a big sword in front of Guan Gong."
Sikong Nan was stunned: "What did you say?"
Lin Feng smiled brightly and raised his hand to snap his fingers.
"Pa!" There was a crisp sound, and the dazzling Buddha's light rose into the sky. Bursts of golden light washed away the black fog. Buddhist chants full of compassionate meaning could be heard endlessly, and the cries of ghosts and ghosts disappeared in an instant!
The scent of sandalwood makes people feel peaceful and peaceful. Lin Feng is bathed in the Buddha's light. He closes his eyes, listens to the Sanskrit sounds, and taps the time gently with his hands. He feels very comfortable.
The dozen or so fierce ghosts felt uncomfortable. They were all surrounded by the golden Buddha's light. Their whole bodies seemed to be burned by flames. They could only huddle up and resist.
The black fog cleared, revealing Sikong Nan's dull face.
The light and shadow of twenty-four giant Arhats ten feet high stepped out from the golden mist behind Lin Feng, bringing unparalleled pressure.
Lin Feng opened his eyes and smiled: "Who did you just say you are more than enough to deal with?"
When he smiled, his snow-white teeth even shimmered.
But when it fell into Sikong Nan's eyes, it made him shudder.
Sikong Nan always thought that he was cruel enough, but now looking at Lin Feng with a smile on his face, he felt as if he was facing an ancient super monster.
Lin Feng smiled and waved his right hand forward slightly: "Then, let's get started."
The twenty-four golden Arhats chanted the Buddha's name together, deafeningly, and strode towards Sikong Nan and the dozen or so ghosts. The ground shook and the mountains shook with each step.