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He put away the bag and was about to get into the cave when suddenly a distant voice in the air shouted, "Wuna, stop!"

As he shouted, the mist quickly dissipated, and a huge bird jumped down from the sky. Wanliu was so startled that he stepped back. The bird stepped up to the big man and said, "Haha, I recognize you. You are the leader of the Fengwu Villa group." Orion, what’s your name?”

Wanliu saw a dozen people in front of him, all with ferocious faces. Among them were three foundation-building monks. He thought to himself that although he had two extremely powerful magic weapons, he could only sneak attack one person. He apologized and said with a smile, "Little man Wanliu, I am following Master Lang and his party, what are your orders, senior?"

Those ten or so people were from the Hundred Beasts Sect. The leader, Long Kun, was holding a dharma plate and murmuring, "Strange, why is it so gray that I can't see anything clearly? Third brother, ask him, that group Where have people gone?"

The foundation-building monk who spoke first nodded, turned around and said to Wanliu, "Did you hear what our senior brother asked you?" Wanliu said with a smile, "This, this, Master Lang and the others went down, they should be catching some monster." Beast."

Long Kun stared at him coldly, "Where is Qiye Yingzhi, is it down there?" Wanliu was so shocked that his face turned pale, "What? What's wrong with you?" He realized that he had slipped his words and quickly changed his words, "What are you saying, this junior can't hear it. clear."

Long Kun waved his hand, "Take it!"

The third junior brother walked over with a ferocious smile. He was extremely tall, with a bare forehead, a face full of scars, and a ferocious appearance. Wanliu hurriedly said, "Senior, please wait a moment. I said, I said."

He was about to try his best to argue when Long Kun suddenly shouted, "Shut up, don't say anything if you don't want to die." Wanliu was confused for a while, why he wanted me to speak at one moment and not at the other.

At this moment, someone in the sky loudly announced the name of the Buddha, "Amitabha, the spirit of ghosts is very strong here. Why is Fellow Taoist Dragon here?"

Long Kun raised his head and said, "Monk Cixuan, you are really haunting. We have turned seven or eight hills, and you are still following us?"

As soon as the gray fog dissipated, a wooden fish appeared, with four monks standing on it. The leader was Monk Cixuan, the abbot of Foyin Temple.

Ci Xuan said, "A few days ago, I had the good fortune to meet Daoyou Fu, the senior fellow of Daoist Fellow Long. Daoyou Fu swore that he had never seen the Sanskrit Bell. He also mentioned that Donor Zhou was your fellow disciple of Donor Long, so the poor monk could only look back. I’m looking for fellow Taoist Dragon again.”

Long Kun was agitated for a while. This Ci Xuan was like a gangrene on his bones. He fought with him for a few months, but there was no winner. Later, in order to get rid of this trouble, he coaxed him and said that Senior Brother Fu would lead this trip. Team, he was asked to go to Senior Brother Fu for all questions. He thought that when he saw Senior Brother Fu, he would either be killed by Senior Brother Fu on the spot, or he would retreat in spite of the difficulties. Unexpectedly, the elder brother pushed Cixuan back to him with a gentle push.

When Lang Huan discovered the transformed Seven-leaf Shadow Zhi, Long Kun also saw this scene through the white-tasseled bees. He was so ecstatic that he could no longer care about anything else and led the crowd to chase after it.

Shi Feng knew that there was a white-tasseled wasp on Lang Zilin. If he wanted to prevent the Hundred Beasts Sect from intervening, he could just slap the white-tasseled wasp to death. However, Shi Feng felt that this matter was too strange.

It was Wanliu who volunteered to bring the Fengwu Villa group to Tuofeng Mountain, and it was Wanliu who knew the secret tunnel of Tieguan Mountain. And after entering the tunnel, he could actually find the spiritual material for transformation. Is this really such a chance, or is it all Wanliu? Six's trick?

Shi Feng was suspicious, but Wanliu didn't expose any flaws, and Shi Feng couldn't make accusations without reason, so he didn't touch the white-tasseled bee, and simply muddied the water and asked the people from the Hundred Beasts Sect to come over. If Wanliu had The plan was just to have a dog-eat-dog fight with the people from the Hundred Beasts Gate.

Long Kun saw the Ganoderma lucidum and was so excited that his parents forgot about it. He hurried over, but was followed by people from Foyin Temple. At this moment, he wanted to go down and capture the transformed Ganoderma lucidum, but the white-tasseled bee sent back a cloud of white mist. He couldn't see anything clearly in the scene, and he was extremely anxious, how could he have time to tangle with Cixuan.

His mind was racing, and he sent a few messages to his third junior brother Qiu Longzi and sixth junior brother Ling Jie, and he was about to use thunderous means to quickly kill the four Cixuans.

Monk Cixuan didn't know that the other party had murderous intentions, so he kept nagging him, saying how he could thank him again if he returned the Sanskrit Bell.

Qiu Longzi smiled and said, "In that case, then senior brother, please return the things to them." Cixuan said happily, "That's great. Fellow Daoist Long has made great contributions, and everyone in our temple..." He had no words to thank.

Long Kun said, "Okay," he reached out and secretly grabbed something in his arms, and was about to wave his hand to attack, when suddenly there was a loud "bang" sound, the soil at the entrance of the cave flew up, and then a curved boat rushed out.

Long Kun hurriedly put down the magic weapon in his hand and whistled, asking the demon bird and flying dragon to stop the flying boat.

At this time, the surrounding air was extremely cold, and white ribbons flew out from the ground. In the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth were covered in silver. Everyone felt that they were trapped in a quagmire, and their every move was greatly hindered.

Lang Huan on the flying boat didn't expect so many people to gather outside. He shouted loudly, "Everyone, hurry up, there is a demon cultivator in the cave!"

Long Kun said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Lang Huan's clothes were covered with blood at this moment, and there were only five people left on the flying boat. Du Wu and the other two disciples were missing. Among them, Lang Zilin's face was pale, and Huo Qingyuan also looked frightened.

Lang Huan tried his best to pour mana into the flying boat, but the cold air around him became heavier and heavier. White silk filled the sky and the earth, gradually condensing into ferocious ghost faces. At this moment, the soil on the slope where the cave was located was loose, and a bulge was slowing down. It rose slowly, as if something was about to come out.

Monk Cixuan had a chance to escape, but he was only concerned about the magical artifacts inherited by the temple. After a slight delay, the white air trapped the wooden fish under his feet. Monk Cixuan raised his nose and sniffed around, "What a heavy monster." Angry, what’s going on?”

Seeing that Fei Zhou could only move a little bit, Lang Huan hurriedly said loudly, "Master Cixuan, Brother Long, there is a demon cultivator who lives in this cave. He is extremely cruel. Three of my disciples have been sucked out of their essence and blood. Everyone must Only by working together can we hope to escape."

Long Kun was shocked and confused, was this man telling the truth, or was he a enchantment formation deliberately created after acquiring the Seven-leaf Shadow Zhi?

At this time, the cave had completely collapsed, and the earth bag in the middle gradually bulged into a high platform. The earth poured down all around, revealing an old man sitting cross-legged.

The old man was almost naked, with only a pair of torn trousers under his waist, which had been frayed into ribbons. He was surprisingly thin, with ribs all over his body, and his face was dry and without a trace of blood. He had a big aquiline nose and a long His hair was like weeds, and the most eye-catching thing was that there was a pair of long fleshy wings on the old man's back.

Long Kun's spiritual consciousness swept away, and his face suddenly turned pale, and he stammered, "You, are you really a demon cultivator?" The old man's eyes were like lightning, and he said, "Are you a junior from the Hundred Beasts Sect?"

Long Kun said, "According to the agreement between our two clans, you, senior, are not allowed to take action. Do you want to violate the agreement?"

The old man sneered and said, "Why did I violate the agreement? Now it's you who have barged in and wanted to snatch my treasure. Can't I take action?" Long Kun said hurriedly, "It's Fengwu Villa who covets the senior Qiye Yingzhi. The juniors and their group are just Please raise your hand as you pass by.”

The old man said, "Since you know Qiye Yingzhi, it means that you are also involved. Don't even think about running away." Monk Cixuan shouted, "Where are you from? You created the Yin Qi here, but you are not a ghost. After all, you are What's going on?"

The old man's vagina said, "You don't need to know about this. Anyway, when your essence and blood are sucked out, your soul will become one of the ghosts here."

Monk Cixuan said, "You pretend to be gods and ghosts. Even though you are a senior incarnation, the poor monk is not afraid of you." As he said that, he took off a string of rosary beads from his hand. He raised his hand, and the Buddha's light flourished, and the ghosts around him were like boiling soup and splashing snow. , one after another melted away in the screams.

Lang Huan perked up and said loudly, "Fellow Taoist Dragon, Master Cixuan, this monster is hiding here specifically to lure us monks to visit in order to drain our essence and blood. There is no way he will let us go. We all must join forces." Only by fighting can there be hope.”

Long Kun looked at him, "Are you sure?"

Lang Huan said, "I'm sure. That thing is not a Seven-leaf Yingzhi at all, but a demon-transforming grass. It was transformed by the old monster using his mental power. We can't see through it. When I went down just now, I saw something was wrong. That old monster He has already rushed out and killed three of my subordinates with one move."

At this moment, the nine Buddhist beads had turned into a lotus formation and fell towards the old man. There was a trace of sarcasm on the corner of the old man's mouth. His body did not move at all, allowing the golden Buddha light to cover him.

The mantra in Ci Xuan's mouth was recited quickly, and the yellow light tightened, gradually getting closer to the old man's body. The old man waved his hand lazily, and two lightning beams as thick as a child's arms shot out from his fingers, and the Nine Pearl Lotus Formation made a loud sound. There was a loud sound, and the Buddha's light scattered all over the sky without a trace.

Ci Xuan was horrified, "How is it possible? How could my Buddhist magical powers be broken by the magic of demons and ghosts?" The old man sneered, "The smelly monk considers himself an authentic Zen sect and thinks that Buddhism can defeat ghosts and supernatural powers, but it is no more than a frog in the well. Today, I will Let you see, which one is more powerful is Buddhism or the ghost way!"

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-eating Array!" The old man shouted sharply, raised his skinny arms, and muttered words. In an instant, the world changed, and countless ghosts emerged from the ground like a tide and rushed toward everyone.

Fengwu Villa and his party were the first to bear the brunt. Seeing the ghosts covering the sky and the sun, Lang Huan was unable to defeat him. He quickly lowered the flying boat, opened his mouth and sprayed out, and a colorful feather flew out of his mouth. It was three inches long and surrounded by colorful brilliance. , it is the Phoenix Feather, the inherited magic weapon of Fengwu Villa.

The old man glanced at it with greed in his eyes and said, "Young Foundation-Building monk, you actually have this thing. I guess it was passed down from your ancestors. This thing is of great use to me. I will leave a whole body for you later."

Lang Huan didn't say a word, and then sprayed a mouthful of blood on Fei Yu. With his cultivation level, he couldn't control such a treasure at all. Fortunately, this treasure was driven by the power of blood.

After absorbing the essence and blood, the phoenix feather suddenly lit up with light, and the light spread out for more than ten feet, covering Huo Qingyuan and the other five people. The ghost rushed towards me, but when it came close to the light, it immediately stopped and only swam outside, not daring to come near.

Lang Huan made up his mind, murmured something in his mouth, and moved forward slowly. The ghosts within his reach all gave way. However, he used all his strength to drive the treasure and brought five companions with him. He consumed a lot of mana, but he did not dare to fly with his weapon. Can only walk.

This wasteland is dozens of miles in radius. If he walks like this, he will not be able to get out even if he runs out of mana. Lang Huan could only hope to rely on the magic weapon to survive until dawn. Once the sun rises, the ghosts will naturally disappear.

Let's talk about the four monks of Foyin Temple. Monk Cixuan saw the ghost approaching. He raised his hand and the rosary beads flew back and surrounded the wooden fish. The three disciples sat down cross-legged and chanted the mantra together. The wooden fish and the rosary beads suddenly lit up. The Buddha's light surrounds and intertwines with each other, and ghosts do not dare to approach.

In contrast, the most powerful Hundred Beast Sect was in a hurry. All the people could only sacrifice their magic weapons and form a group to defend themselves against the oncoming ghosts.

However, the Hundred Beast Sect mainly raises spirit beasts, and their magic weapons are not very sharp, far less effective than Buddhist weapons in restraining ghosts. As for the monsters they raise, they have no killing power against invisible ghosts, so there is no need to take them out.

Seeing Long Kun and others fighting hard, Ci Xuan couldn't help but shout, "Donor Long, take out the Brahma Bell quickly, this treasure is specially used to defeat demons and ghosts."

Long Kun cursed, "Fuck your Brahma Bell!"

He glanced and suddenly found that many ghosts did not attack Wan Liu, so he couldn't help but ask, "Do you have any magic weapon that can restrain ghosts?"

Wan Liu said, "That's right, I have a magic weapon that can ward off ghosts, but my power is too low and I can't break through this ghost formation." Long Kun said happily, "You, you, fellow Taoist, come here quickly, let's fight the enemy together." He suddenly became much more polite in his words.

Wan Liu said, "Thank you! That's what I meant." He flashed his feet and rushed over. As soon as he approached, a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator from the Beast Sect suddenly screamed, fell over, and the magic weapon in his hand fell. Countless ghosts pounced on him. He screamed again and again, and suddenly opened his mouth, and blood gushed out like a fountain, which was very strange.

What was even more strange was that the blood fountain did not spray everywhere, but flew straight up and fell directly into the mouth of the old man on the high platform.

In a moment, the cultivator's body shrank and turned into a dry corpse, and all his blood and essence were swallowed into the old man's stomach. The old man smacked his lips, as if he had eaten a supreme delicacy, with an endless aftertaste.