Medicinal Immortal

"Not good! The evil spirits are too heavy to deploy a teleportation array here!" The elder celestial master was so anxious that the formations that he deployed disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Sweaty profusely and anxious.

"Uncle Uncle! Save me, Uncle Uncle!"

The young celestial master exclaimed, the whole person was hit by a smear of ghost. With every hit, the ghost passed through his body, and he also let out a scream, the spirit of his body. Also gradually weakened.

"Ah! Don't come here!" Seeing the scurrying ghost rushing towards him, the city lord was shocked to lie down under his sleeve.

"Run away!" the elder celestial master yelled and ran towards them, but the next moment, he was entangled in the shadow and lifted into the air, struggling in the air.

This scene, like the scene before Liu Er's death, made the other celestial master, the city lord and the others pale in shock, fearing that the celestial master would also be sucked up in the next moment. blood.

"Uncle Master!"

The young celestial master, who was hit by the ghost and demon with all his spiritual energy, fell to the ground for a while and couldn't get up, was desperate. The people in the Heavenly Master Hall could not be contacted, the formation could not be set up, and no one could come to help them, right now, could only watch Uncle Master be exhausted by Yin Sha and die?

Of course, just when he was desperate, he heard a Buddhist sound, and when he looked at the sound, he saw a Qingyi monk walking in the breeze.

He has delicate eyebrows and a bowl in his hand, but his whole body exudes a sacred light of the Buddha, even the surrounding Yin Qi automatically retreats, and the ghosts and ghosts that rush forward, as long as they are near him , They all made a stern ghost howl and disappeared in the air.

And the bowl he held in his hand, as he raised his hand and toss it, the small bowl flew up in the air and gradually grew larger, turning the mouth of the bowl downward, and the dazzling Buddha light radiated from the bowl, just like the sun. It's so dazzling that people can't look directly.

The Tsing Yi monk with the Buddha's light lowered his eyebrows, his hands clasped together and muttered the scriptures. The scripts of the scriptures came out of his mouth, and they were stringed together to form a circle of Buddhist scriptures. As the bowl turned, it turned.

"what……"

"Woo...ah..."

The cries of ghosts, whining, and faint howling sounds make people horrified. As the holy heaven bowl turns, all the Yin Qi below is collected into the bowl, and the ghosts are in the bowl. Under the chain circle formed by the scriptures, a smear of dust disappeared in the air.

Even the Hundred Ghosts wrapped around the King of Hundred Ghosts screamed in horror at this time, and a few ghosts flew out to escape, but they all disappeared under the Buddha's light.

"Ah! No! Don't go! Don't go!"

The shadowy ghost yelled in panic, waving emptiness hands trying to stop the ghosts flying out of its body, but no matter how he stopped them, the ghosts still dispersed, and finally disappeared in the air.

"Why! Why even **** help them! They all damn! All damn!"

The yin evil spirit roared, trying to attack the bald monk in Tsing Yi, but when he approached him, the yin qi on his body gradually disappeared, and the ghost that finally condensed gradually dissipated and became blurred. ,Transparent.