This immortal is a bit fierce

Seeing this scene, the fortune teller felt a chill in his heart.

He avoided the Demon Collection Department and those righteous immortal sects, and carefully collected the dead souls for decades, so that the Soul Gathering Chandler could reach its current scale.

He always thought that with so many years of accumulation, he would be able to fight even if he encountered a powerful Hedao realm, but he never expected that he would be so vulnerable when facing a young monk.

What kind of technique is this?

There is no huge momentum, but these dead souls and ghosts that have been sacrificed in the soul-gathering lamp for a long time are like dead leaves, easily torn apart and torn apart in front of the other party's skills!

He couldn't help but think of what his master said, in front of a truly strong person, no matter how many there are, they are just a group of ants!

Is this mysterious young monk in front of him a strong man who cannot be provoked?

This was a little hard for him to accept!

The fortune teller's heart was bleeding, but even if he broke his teeth, he had to swallow them in his stomach. What he had to consider was whether he could survive.

"You have to run away, but I won't make it easy for you either!"

The fortune teller gritted his teeth, took out the "ghost square circle", made a spell, muttered something, and then threw the copper coin on the ground.

The copper coin did not hit the ground. Before it hit the ground, it seemed as if it had fallen into a mire and slowly sank.

At this moment, a scarlet ghost hand suddenly came out and held the copper coin.

The top of the mountain shook violently. When the fortune teller saw this, he quickly ran away.

Bai Yang has not yet gotten rid of the entanglement of a group of dead souls, and can only watch the other party escape.

Huang Feng easily wiped out the ghosts that rushed towards him, but when faced with the sudden ghostly hand, he couldn't leave Xiaobai behind and chase the fortune teller.

Letting a paper airplane quietly follow the escaping fortune teller, Huang Feng stared closely at the ghost hand not far away.

Based on the fortune teller's cultivation, even if the ghost Fangyuan was as magical as he said, he wouldn't be able to summon an evil ghost that he couldn't deal with... right?

The ghost hand was holding the copper coin, and dark cyan light patterns spread down the arm, like runes carved on the arm.

Huang Feng would not wait for the runes to be completed. After the initial surprise, he immediately activated the Nine-Five Style to sweep over.

Unexpectedly, the spiritual energy passed through the ghost hand and disappeared into the distance, as if the ghost hand was just an illusory shadow and had no entity.

"No, it's more like... not in the same space?"

Huang Feng thought in his mind and knew that there was nothing he could do to stop the rune before it was completed.

When the dark cyan light pattern spread to the entire arm, the top of the mountain shook violently again.

Another ghostly hand holding an iron chain came out.

The iron chain was gloomy and glowing with cold light.

Two ghost hands pressed down on the ground and pushed hard. The entire top of the mountain seemed to be crushed, causing Huang Feng to briefly feel like he was falling.

A ferocious and huge bull-headed ghost broke out of the ground and slowly crawled out of the pit. Its muscular arms dragged the iron chain and swung it hard.

Boom!

As if thunder struck from the sky, an iron chain as thick as an ordinary person's thigh struck the ground, creating a deep ravine that extended to Huang Feng's feet.

"You have a bad temper, who are you trying to scare?"

Huang Feng showed no fear on his face. He took two steps back, then two steps back, and then stepped back again... Looking at the people and ghosts behind him looking at him, forget it, it would be embarrassing if he stepped back any further.

To strike first is to be strong, but to strike later is to suffer disaster.

He gathered his spiritual energy, clenched his fists, and punched hard.

Ninety-Nine Styles!

The spiritual energy hit the evil ghost, and the unparalleled power swallowed it up instantly. For a moment, the wind roared on the top of the mountain, and earth and rocks fell.

If it weren't for the constant protection of Cymbidium, Sun Yigui would have been almost thrown off the cliff by the wind brought by the spiritual energy.

The fortune teller, who had fled for several miles, felt the spiritual tide in the distance and couldn't help but tremble. Could this be the true strength of the young monk?

"Fortunately, I escaped decisively. This person... couldn't be some old monster pretending to be young, right?"

Taking a deep breath of cold air in the night wind, the fortune teller ran faster.

Before the wind calmed down, Huang Feng punched again and murmured: "Just in case!"

Then another punch: "Nip it before it happens!"

It’s not over yet: “There will never be any further trouble!”

I originally thought of a fifth punch, but unfortunately I couldn't keep up with the vocabulary in my mind. After thinking about it, I calmed down.

"What about the evil ghost?" Huang Feng looked carefully and saw only the top of the mountain with almost a layer of land cut off and the ferocious pit in front.

Sun Yigui stood on the edge of the cliff, trembling. Is this a real monk? He is shocking to the heavens and the earth, a true immortal!

This evil ghost has no flesh and blood, and the iron chains on its body are all transformed by Yin Qi. They were scattered by Huang Feng and dispersed with the wind.

Seeing that there was no blood on the ground, Huang Feng commented with satisfaction: "It's environmentally friendly."

At this time, Bai Yang finally got rid of all the ghosts and ghosts that entangled him, and returned with his sword.

Arriving next to Huang Feng, Bai Yang looked frustrated, lowered his head, and whispered: "Senior brother!"

It's not difficult to guess why Bai Yang is depressed.

This time down the mountain, there were two real experiences, one was with the two toad monsters, and the other was this battle with the ghost cultivator.

Bai Yang failed to do anything to the opponent twice, and when he tried the sword with Li Motang, he couldn't even survive three moves. It was inevitable for a boy of his age to be a little bit shocked.

Huang Feng stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair habitually. His tone was not comfort, but instruction: "Don't be discouraged. Isn't this the purpose of taking you down the mountain to practice? If your sword has never been frustrated, how would you know? How can I sharpen it?"

"I understand, senior brother." Bai Yang nodded seriously, and his mood recovered quickly.

Huang Feng then came to Sun Yigui and Qiao Huilan.

The two looked at each other and knelt down together: "Thank you, immortal, for saving me."

Huang Feng didn't stop him and sighed: "You probably don't have much time."

"I know." Qiao Huilan nodded lightly, "But I am satisfied to know the truth and say goodbye to Mr. Sun properly."

Huang Feng looked at her: "If you believe me, I promise you, no matter where the hell the ghost cultivator pretending to be a fortune teller escapes to, Xiaobai will definitely kill him."

If it had been anyone else, their head would have been filled with question marks.

However, the innocent Bai Yang was very happy: "Senior brother is right, that ghost cultivator escaped because of my lack of strength. I will definitely find him out in the future."

Qiao Huilan said quickly: "Of course I believe in these two immortals."

Sun Yigui hesitated and asked carefully: "Two immortals, if they can't save Huilan, can... can they..."

Huang Feng said for him: "Can she maintain her consciousness and stay in the world as a ghost?"

"Exactly." Sun Yigui lowered his head, not daring to look at Huang Feng.

He knew that some righteous monks would never allow this kind of thing to happen, but if the immortal in front of him was willing to help, maybe it would make a difference?

Huang Feng is not angry. This is what everyone thinks when parting between life and death.

He patiently explained: “After death, the soul will enter the underworld and be reincarnated.

There are some ways to stay in the human world as ghosts. One is to turn into a powerful ghost, lose consciousness, and take root in the human world through resentment, causing harm to the world.

The other is to attach to objects, such as the fortune teller, who captures the souls of the dead and puts them in the soul gathering lamp, and then sacrifices them into ghosts under their control.

Such ghosts also have no consciousness, relying on the Soul Gathering Lamp to survive and obeying his orders.

Only when the deceased soul learns the methods of ghost cultivation and has a trustworthy person to provide it with suitable attachments can it maintain its consciousness and stay in the world.

Unless you have a long-cherished wish to stay in this world and fulfill it no matter how difficult or painful it is, why not get rid of reincarnation as soon as possible.

If you force her to stay with you, as time goes by, it will only become more painful because of the separation between yin and yang.

Not only that, you have to be careful to avoid being targeted by ghost cultivators and some righteous cultivators, who will only end up harming others and yourself. "