Qu Shaoying on the side was still covering his head. The pain was severe. He felt as if something had rushed into his head just now, almost exploding his head.
Suddenly, he seemed to see a mountain of corpses rushing in with blood, about to swallow him up. It was an extremely terrifying illusion.
It took him a while to come back to his senses.
"What was that just now?" Qu Shaoying asked thoughtfully, but she almost died after accidentally taking a look at it. This was too scary.
"I don't know either." Wang Zhe said, but he had some guesses in his heart.
"Could it be Wu Zhengang who ran away from the underworld? If that's the case, his cultivation level is really high and a bit scary!"
"At this time, we may be heading towards Dai Yue." Wang Zhe raised his head and looked at Dai Yue's side.
First, the people from Baiqisi suddenly appeared, then the clouds gathered, and now such an unpredictable guy appeared again.
"I don't know if there is anything over there in Daiyue that is worthy of making such a big noise!" Wang Zhe thought to himself.
Qu Shaoying sat by the fire with her head lowered, still feeling very uncomfortable.
"I am reciting a Taoist sutra, please listen carefully." Wang Zhe began to recite the "Qing Jing Sutra".
The sound of sutra sounds,
At first, Qu Shaoying was still very uncomfortable and could not listen to the scriptures at all. Gradually, he felt better, and the Taoist scriptures seemed to have some effect.
Wang Zhe recited one sentence, and he followed him. As he continued to recite the Tao Sutra, his head became more and more comfortable.
Half an hour later, Qu Shaoying's pale face turned rosy again, obviously much better than before.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Much better, what kind of scripture is this, so personal?"
"Reciting the Taoist Qingjing Sutra regularly can make people feel peaceful," Wang Zhe said.
A hundred miles away, at the foot of Daiyue Mountain, Yin soldiers are raging,
Skeletons and ghosts, visible and invisible, came out from under the mountain. They gathered together and rushed towards the mountain with thousands of troops.
Like a stormy sea,
Suddenly the wind roared and snow fell from the sky,
"This is Daiyue, the dojo of Emperor Dongyue. With so many Yin soldiers appearing in the world, doesn't the Yin Cao underworld care?"
Seeing the yin energy and yin soldiers all over the mountains and plains, the official of Qintian Prison was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a scene in his life.
He has never seen thousands of troops and horses, not to mention that these are not humans, but ghosts and skeletons.
Hum, spiritual light,
The magic circle they arranged worked, temporarily blocking these Yin soldiers, but there were too many of them, and the large amount of Yin energy even infected the spiritual energy nearby.
Arrangement of formations requires the blessing of spiritual energy.
If the formation is a burning flame, the aura between heaven and earth is the firewood that supports the burning flame.
Now the firewood is about to turn into wet wood. Otherwise, how can we maintain the magic circle?
what to do?
Whoosh, at this moment, an arrow made of condensed Yin Qi shot through the air.
Ah, a scream.
A monk who was maintaining the formation fell to the ground, twitching uncontrollably. Soon, his face turned blue-black and he died.
Bata, bah,
The sound of horse hooves, the sound of impatient horse hooves.
The Taoist turned over and a bronze mirror appeared in his hand.
Pinch your fingers and recite the formula,
Yin and Yang are boundless, and the demon appears!
Buzz, a ray of light flew out from the precious mirror and cut through the diffuse clouds, like a knife cutting tofu.
In the dark clouds, a man and a horse galloped over, very fast,
It just disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"No, it's the Netherworld Ghost General!" His expression changed drastically.
A black arrow shot straight towards him.
When the Taoist's bronze mirror was reflected, the black arrow immediately collapsed. The ghost general disappeared again.
Ah, there was another scream, and a monk in formation fell to the ground.
This time there was a blue-black mark on the neck, as if someone had cut it with a sharp blade.
"Not just any ordinary ghost general!"
"Uncle Master, why don't we take action yet?"
"No rush."
"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate."
At this time, there were still some people standing in the dark and did not take action.
Suddenly there was a golden light, and a Buddhist staff flew through the air. It made a clanging sound and hit the void, but it seemed like it hit steel.
The golden light on the Buddha's staff shone brightly, and a shadow appeared from mid-air.
It was the ghost general just now who was knocked off his horse by this Buddhist staff.
A monk came up to him. He was in his forties, wearing cassocks and with a solemn face.
"Thank you, Master!" the Taoist said upon seeing this.
"Subduing demons is the duty of Buddhism!"
The monk waved his hand, and the Zen staff flew into his hand.
He waved his Zen staff and struck it into the void, directly knocking out the ghost general.
Then nearby talismans, bows and arrows flew towards the ghost general.
"Faxing Temple is indeed a holy place for Buddhism. This monk's cultivation is extraordinary!" said the Taoist who was watching the battle.
"good!"
The monk's Zen staff flew in his hand, stopping the ghost general who was dragging a long sword.
The formation was temporarily stabilized,
But it only took a moment, and then a big surprise happened.
Suddenly something flew over, emitting thousands of golden lights,
All the monks who were illuminated by the golden light fell to the ground, covering their eyes and wailing in agony.
The monks with a slightly higher level of cultivation closed their eyes immediately, and the golden light falling on their bodies felt extremely uncomfortable, as if they were pierced by flames.
"That's the Golden Light Orb of the Kongtong Sect! It was stolen more than fifty years ago, how could it appear here?" The Taoist who had not done anything was stunned when he saw the thousands of golden lights.
"Uncle Master?"
"Don't worry, let's see who this is?"
A figure passed through the magic circle and came into the formation.
But it was a man wearing a gray robe and a mask.
There was a golden bead floating in his hand, and the thousands of golden lights just now were emitted from this bead.
"Golden Light Orb?" The Taoist priest from Qintian Prison also saw the origin of the magic weapon.
"Yes, the golden light orb!" The orb in the man's hand flashed, followed by thousands of golden lights, which stung the person unable to open his eyes.
The magic circle was broken, and Yin soldiers from all over the mountains and plains attacked.
"Do it!" the monk from Qintian Prison shouted.
fire dragon,
A fire dragon flew from the sky and circled, burning all the trees, rocks, and skeletons of the Yin soldiers in its path to ashes.
Then, a figure came to the monk in Qintian Prison.
He held a treasure in his hand, which was a ball with a dragon coiled around it, shining with fiery red light.
Outside the cave behind the mountain,
Woo, a gust of wind blew, bringing wind and snow, swirling around, and a person appeared in the wind and snow.
"Who is that?" Bai Qisi, who was guarding outside, yelled.
With a flash of cold light, those people were frozen into ice in an instant, and even the nearby ground and rocks were covered with frost.
A man flew from the mountain above the tomb and stopped in front of him. He was slightly startled when he saw his face.
"Han Yu?!"
"I can't believe that after so many years, someone still remembers me?" Han Yu said with a smile.
"Are you still alive?"
"Hey, you people are all alive and well, how can I die?"
He smiled and took out something, threw it on the ground, then turned around and left.
It was a piece of ice, but the size of a turning head. Immediately after landing, a large amount of cold air surged out from the ice, and then quickly spread in all directions.
"Things from the underworld!" The face of the person who stopped him changed greatly when he saw this.