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This loud thunder-like sound resounded throughout the world.

The monks from Lingxuan Temple in the distance were planning to skip the evil ghosts and cross the Naihe Bridge instead of fighting them.

"Who? Taking action directly?"

Everyone rushed towards the scene of the noise, and happened to encounter those evil spirits running around crying for their fathers and mothers.

Suddenly there was another fight, and for a while, no one could see who made such a move.

the other side.

Li Ming, on the other hand, killed all the way towards Naihe Bridge without mercy at all, and he killed with great joy, although as he went deeper into Huangquan Road, the evil ghost's strength would increase.

But the attacks of these evil spirits had almost no effect on him. The strange and cold ghost energy attacks had no effect on him at all, and were all absorbed by the Samsara Purple Lotus.

And even though he couldn't gain life energy by killing these evil spirits.

But he discovered that the Samsara Purple Lotus would absorb the energy from these evil ghosts, and then feed it back to him, allowing his cultivation level to gradually increase.

In a short time, he had killed dozens of powerful evil ghosts, and his cultivation had almost reached the fourth level of supernatural power.

"It's so cool!"

Li Ming accidentally discovered such a beautiful thing.

The killing started immediately.

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After a while, Li Ming reached the Wangchuan River, and there was a wooden bridge about 3 meters wide and unknown length on the river.

"Have we reached Naihe Bridge yet?"

Li Ming felt that his cultivation had reached the fourth level of supernatural power, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

With the help of Samsara Purple Lotus, coupled with his Hunyuan Qi that destroys all kinds of magic, and his Qi and blood like an oven, killing these evil spirits is like killing a chicken.

At this time, those ferocious evil spirits did not dare to come forward and took a detour when they saw Li Ming.

People are afraid of ghosts, but everyone knows... ghosts are also afraid of people.

"There seems to be some kind of restriction on this river, preventing me from flying across it."

Li Ming silently observed the wooden bridge and came to this conclusion.

People from Lingxuan Temple also told him some mechanisms about the secret realm before, but they also told him that these mechanisms may not work anymore, so he should deal with them carefully based on actual conditions.

Don't blindly rely on the "strategies" of previous generations.

Just when Li Ming was taking a break, everyone from Lingxuan Temple also rushed over. Seeing Li Ming standing by the bridge, they were surprised and said:

"Li...the donor is here too."

These monks all knew Li Ming's identity at this time, and for a while they didn't know what to call him.

However, they still have great trust in Li Ming's strength.

Looking at the expressions of these monks, Li Ming said calmly:

"Don't worry about those names, just call them normally."

The six people gathered, excluding the dead Xiao Xuan, were all the people who entered the Lingxuan secret realm this time.

In previous years, dozens of people had entered the original Lingxuan Secret Realm, but this time many people hesitated.

In fact, Zhenmo Temple originally planned to send someone, but because they wanted Lingxuan Temple to pay a heavy price, Lingxuan Temple decisively refused.

And this matter has something to do with Li Ming...

Li Ming defeated Wei Wudao in public at that time, which could be said to make the True Demon Palace lose a lot of face, but they vented their anger on this matter.

After the sweeping monk came out of seclusion, Abbot Qingxin also learned about Li Ming, so he felt more confident and directly rejected the people from the True Demon Palace.

Li Ming stared at the wooden bridge in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"I will work with you to kill the demon behind this."

Xuankong and the other monks breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little grateful:

"Thank you... If we have Senior Brother Li's help, this operation will be successful."

They believed in the vision of their ancestor.

You know, even Xuan Kong's talent is not bad. He is already a powerful person in the supernatural realm at the age of twenty-three, but he still has not entered the eyes of the ancestor.

But Li Ming only entered Lingxuan Temple for one day, and he got the attention of the Patriarch, and he bluntly said that Li Ming was a Bodhisattva.

Therefore, Abbot Qingxin did not hesitate to let Li Ming go directly into the Sutra Pavilion to watch the magical skills in their temple.

Others don't get this treatment.

Just to give Li Ming and the sweeping monk a suitable chance to meet.

Li Ming did not care about the thoughts of these monks, but asked them:

"If you want to cross the Wangchuan River, it seems like you can only walk on this wooden bridge?"

"That's right, if you walk on this wooden bridge, there will be many evil spirits and Rakshasa who come to attack... And there is a restriction on the Wangchuan River. It cannot control the air and will be exerted with strong gravity. Originally, some people tried to take advantage of it. This river, fell directly into the river, and was teleported... It's just."

Xuan Kong paused and continued:

“It’s just that the Wangchuan River may be in danger now.

According to legend, if a person falls into the real Wangchuan River, his body will be corrupted, his soul will be separated, and he will never be reincarnated. And since this monster doesn’t even know where the ghosts in front of him have gone, the water in this river will probably be gone. There will be problems. "

Li Ming nodded, this was pretty much what he thought.

We still have to walk across the bridge, and if we try to take advantage of it, we might just get what the devil wants.

"Due to the ban, we have to walk across this bridge. Let's go together later and don't get separated."

Xuan Kong said.

Li Ming shook his head and said:

"No, you will follow me later and don't move around randomly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Ming took the lead and walked onto the bridge.

Seeing that Li Ming was so confident, Xuankong couldn't say much.

Someone takes the initiative to step forward, which is naturally the best news.

A group of people walked on the bridge, and saw countless water ghosts in the river under the bridge, howling and wailing, telling their pain.

Asked them why they didn't come down to accompany them.

Suddenly, a series of dark ghost hands attacked them, as if they wanted to drag them into the water.

Li Ming's whole body was full of true energy, and everything close to him turned into smoke under the burst of blood and qi.

And in front of him, a group of evil ghosts suddenly appeared to block the way.

"Die!"

The moment he saw these evil ghosts, Li Ming's eyes lit up.

For a moment, I didn't know who was the evil ghost.

Li Ming's fists rose and fell, and these evil ghosts screamed continuously.

A monk wanted to intervene, but Li Ming stopped him on the spot:

"No need, the attacks of these evil ghosts are very vicious, and you will inevitably be injured after being hit."

"What about you?"

A monk heard Li Ming's words and immediately worried.

The ghost energy of these evil ghosts is actually quite restraining to living people. Even if they practice Buddhist skills, it will take a lot of time to dispel the injuries after being possessed.

"Don't worry... I have my own way to solve it."

Li Ming waved his hand and said with great confidence.

Even if these ghost energy is not absorbed by the Purple Lotus of Samsara, it will be dissolved by his physique, so he has no burden.

Without this daunting ghost energy attack, the strength of these evil ghosts is actually very ordinary.

"Senior Brother Li!"

In the eyes of Lingxuan Temple and others, Li Ming's status suddenly continued to rise.

The good impression of him continued to rise.

As expected of the disciples of the founder, they nodded to each other and were all considering whether to call him uncle.

And Li Ming was harvesting the lives of these evil ghosts, and was very happy.

Killing one is equivalent to his practice for several days.

This is so cool!