Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

At this time, the glass bottle couldn't come out to cause trouble. Little Liuli used the authority of the spirit to suppress the bottle.

"What a mess, aren't you two supposed to be one? You still have different ideas now."

Little Liuli also said helplessly in a baby voice, "This is its instinct to devour, not an idea."

The cousin had already opened the umbrella again and called out, and Han Yu quickly came back to his senses and followed.

After passing through the erosion waterway and fireway again, the two came to the tomb again.

This time, the poisonous scorpion tail was much smarter. It smelled the smell of the natural enemy on the umbrella from a distance and didn't dare to get close at all.

At this time, the cousin was sitting next to the well, dismantling the iron umbrella again, and then dumping out all the remaining iron pieces in his arms.

His hands flew flexibly, and the pieces of iron were pieced together one by one, and soon there was an outline. After a while, a black short sword was pieced together.

Then he continued to piece together, and after the iron pieces were used up, he hurriedly pieced together two more.

"I can't be distracted for a while. I need to control three flying swords to face the old bald donkey head-on, so you have to be careful."

After putting away the flying sword, the cousin said with a serious face.

After Han Yu nodded seriously, the cousin jumped into the well first.

After walking straight back for a while, they came to the dungeon again. The dungeon scene at this time made the two of them change color.

The corridor outside the cell was littered with mummies, estimated to be about thirty. Judging from their attire, they were all monks, and each of them still retained the fear they had when they were alive.

Han Yu recognized the face of one of the little monks and said gloomily, "This old bald donkey actually killed all the monks in his temple."

The cousin also had a gloomy face, nodded and sighed, "It should be that he was caught practicing the hungry ghost way with living people, and he didn't plan to stay here. Now I'm afraid that if he kills two of us, he will run away."

"That's right!"

A sinister voice echoed in the corridor.

An old monk came floating in from the depths. It was the old bald monk that the two of them were talking about!

The cousin looked at the old monk and suddenly said, "I remember when the senior came to our house, he was followed by a big monk named Xuanyin. It should be you!"

The old bald monk, no, Xuanyin looked up at the cousin and was a little surprised, "I didn't expect it to be the younger generation of an old friend."

The cousin interrupted him and sneered, "You are not worthy of being called an old friend in the family. You betrayed your teacher and ancestors, robbed your own master's grave, and used living people to practice supernatural powers."

Xuanyin seemed to be poked in the sore spot, and his emotions suddenly became excited. He shouted in a low voice, "What do I have Wrong, I am his only disciple, he never taught me the hungry ghost cultivation method, if he didn't give it to me, I would take it myself. "

The cousin seemed to deliberately provoke him, and said sarcastically, "Because he knows that you have bad intentions, the hungry ghost cultivation method is left in my house to collect dust. The senior asked me to help find a successor, but he won't give it to you. Are you angry?"

This sentence pierced Xuanyin's heart like a knife. He would rather leave it to collect dust than give it to you. This sentence kept echoing in his mind, and for a while he seemed to be possessed.

After the cousin winked, Han Yu understood, and three black daggers shot out at the same time, stabbing Xuanyin's head, chest, and lower genitals respectively.

"How brave!"

When Xuanyin reacted, the dagger was already in front of him, and he quickly put his hands together, and a golden light emerged.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

After three collisions, Xuanyin was unharmed, and the cousin showed regret on his face, just a little bit away.

Xuanyin was already angry, chanting Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit sounds. A picture of hungry ghosts appeared behind him, and skeletons crawled out of the picture with roars.

My cousin's face changed drastically, and he quickly recalled the flying sword. Dozens of skeletons rushed over frantically. For a while, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and the wind was gusting.

Han Yu was waiting for an opportunity with the relic, but the old monk didn't give him any flaws. My cousin was gradually exhausted when facing dozens of skeletons alone. In an instant, the three flying swords were blocked by several skeletons one by one, and my cousin was in danger.

Seeing the skeletons rushing in like a tide, I was afraid that they would be swallowed up in an instant.

My cousin's face was pale and desperate. In the end, he underestimated the old bald donkey.

A skeleton was caught first, and when it was about to probe into my cousin's chest, it suddenly stopped.

Han Yu's figure penetrated from behind the skeleton, and there was a bang, and the skeleton was actually broken into pieces.

After hastily saving his cousin, a wave of skeletons came from behind.

"Be careful, these skeletons can attack the soul and absorb blood."

The cousin covered his pounding heart and quickly warned.

Han Yu nodded, rushed forward, punched hard, heard bursts of explosions, and skeletons continued to scatter and crack.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Han Yu was hit three times in the back, and suddenly turned around. It was three skeletons holding bone knives and slashing with bone knives.

Han Yu grimaced in pain all of a sudden. Such a perverted skeleton, it actually hurt so much!

Such a perverted body, it actually withstood the attack of the hungry ghosts of the hungry ghost world.

The cousin was dumbfounded behind him.

Han Yu naturally didn't know all this, and clenched his fists in anger to explode the three sneak attackers first.

The skeletons seemed endless, and even though the bones were flying around Han Yu, they never decreased.

Han Yu, on the other hand, was grinning as he slapped the skeletons away one after another.

"No, these hungry ghosts are transformed by magical powers, and they are endless. We must first break the source." The cousin saw the trick and shouted loudly.

Han Yu was holding a skeleton's leg and sweeping it across the four directions. Hearing this, he immediately glanced at the old monk. Xuanyin put his hands together, and skeletons continued to emerge from the hungry ghost map behind him.

He was furious and threw the skeleton in his hand away, knocking down the surrounding area. He exerted force on his feet and shot out instantly. Xuanyin heard the sound of wind and thunder, and saw Han Yu rushing towards him. He immediately retreated and hid behind the hungry ghost map.

Han Yu kicked away several skeletons that had just appeared in the map and came to the hungry ghost map. The relic in his hand suddenly shone brightly, but Xuanyin's face changed drastically.

"You took the relic!"

Xuanyin looked at the fist in Han Yu's hand that was shining with light, and his face was gloomy.

"Break!"

With a light shout! Han Yu's right hand punched with the relic and hit the hungry ghost map heavily. In an instant, ghosts cried and wolves howled. The skeleton hungry ghost seemed to have encountered a terrible natural enemy, and wailed miserably.

The hungry ghost picture began to melt after being illuminated by the light of the relic. At the same time, Xuanyin's body was struck by lightning, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood in an instant.

The surging tide of skeletons disappeared without a trace. Xuanyin half-knelt on the ground, his face gray.

"He is too partial. He would rather leave a relic to hinder me than trust me."

Xuanyin said with a bitter face.

"What a joke. If you hadn't been evil, how could the relic of the senior hurt you in the slightest."

The cousin came up with a look of surviving a disaster and scolded him.

Xuanyin's miserable face gradually became ferocious, "He is too partial. He thinks he is merciful, but he has no mercy on me. I want you all to die..."

A strange wave came from him, and his face gradually withered. In just a few blinks, he was like a piece of bark. Then his neck and his hands gradually became dark and dry.

"He is offering a sacrifice!"

The cousin screamed in fear, pulling Han Yu back.

A new hungry ghost picture reappeared, but there were no countless hungry ghosts, only a distorted and blank piece of barren land.

A heavy voice kept ringing on the land, and every step was extremely heavy.

Gradually, a pair of blue bare feet appeared in the hungry ghost picture, as if walking from a distance.

When a blue figure appeared completely, the cousin's face suddenly turned pale.

"How dare you sacrifice Shura!"

The cousin shouted at the top of his voice.

Xuan Yin's voice was hoarse, and it made a sound like a broken bellows, "I will drag you to be buried with me..."

The blue figure, with a human head but only a single eye between the eyebrows, was burly, and slowly walked out of the picture with a huge scimitar in his hand.

As soon as Shura appeared, he turned his head to look at Xuan Yin, sneered, and showed a mouthful of fine teeth. He just took a breath, and Xuan Yin turned into a pile of dry powder.

Han Yu took a breath of cool air and couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

The chewing sound continued, and Shura seemed to be tasting delicious food, with a happy expression. Finally, after swallowing it, he looked at Han Yu and the others with a greedy face.

"Eat!"

Shura made a brief sound, and the big knife quickly chopped towards Han Yu. Before the knife arrived, the knife wind had already rushed over.

Han Yu's clothes were blown and rustled, and the cold blade arrived in an instant.

He dodged a flash, and another knife chopped quickly. Shura's bulky figure had an incredibly fast knife swinging speed.

Han Yu could only hide passively in embarrassment, "Think of a way quickly."

The cousin's face was uncertain, and he quickly pulled back after hearing the words. The three short swords were quickly disassembled by him, and then quickly assembled again with a pile of iron sheets.

Shura's knife was getting faster and faster. Han Yu missed, but it was still a little late, and a knife light chopped at his waist.

Han Yu almost cried out in intense pain. He looked at his bloody waist again, where the flesh had been turned over and blood was everywhere.

Han Yu was shocked. His flesh, which had been sixty years old, could not withstand Shura's sword!

"Don't be cut by it. Shura's sword is used to cut flesh."

His cousin shouted behind him and threw out the giant sword in his hand.

"Use this."

With the black giant sword in hand, Han Yu was determined and couldn't help but tighten the hilt. Shura's sword chopped again with the force of wind and thunder.

Han Yu rushed forward with both hands holding the sword, and one man and Shura fought together.

The power gap between the two sides was still too large. After several confrontations, he was shocked and numb.

Xiao Liuli hurriedly reminded him.

"Shura is afraid of fire, use fire."

Han Yu understood, freed his left hand and spread it, a burning flame condensed in his palm and wiped it on the sword body, and instantly attached the flame to the sword body.

The two fought again. Shura was really afraid of fire and began to be pressed by Han Yu step by step.

"Suck!"

Shura looked at the ant in front of him angrily and suddenly roared.

A strong suction force seemed to suck out the soul, and the glass bottle in his mind shook.

Xiao Liuli shouted, "Stop."

The glass bottle stabilized instantly, and Han Yu felt much better.

"Is the relic useful for it?"

Han Yu looked at the bloody mouth and suddenly asked.

"Yes, but you have to hit it in the stomach." Xiao Liuli said.

"That's ready, let go of the control of the glass bottle and let me go."

I just felt my whole body relax, and the suction force stirred him again. Han Yu held the relic tightly in one hand, and did not retreat but went forward to meet it.

Seeing the bloody mouth in front of him, Han Yu threw out the relic without hesitation, and under the strong suction, the relic directly sank into Shura's mouth.

"Fire!"

The flame was summoned, and Han Yu didn't think about it and put his hand into the big mouth.

As if it had suffered severe damage, Shura paused and wanted to spit out the relic. How could Han Yu give it a chance? He jumped up, fed it with fire, and then covered its mouth tightly.

Shura stared with his eyes wide open, struggling desperately, put down the Shura knife in his hand and was about to tear it apart. Han Yu also put down the giant sword and covered Shura's big mouth with both hands, just not letting him open.

One person and one monster began to roll, and then fight hand-to-hand. Huge forces bombarded Han Yu's back, and Han Yu never let go.

The burning smell gradually dissipated, and it started to burn from Shura's abdomen. Soon a crack appeared, and the crack became larger and larger, and finally rushed to the forehead.

"Die!"

Shura screamed miserably, and the hand that wanted to bombard suddenly dropped, and the fire instantly wrapped it up.

Han Yu collapsed on the ground tired and gasped.

The fire only burned for a moment and then gradually died out as Shura dissipated. After all, Shura was just a product of divine power sacrificed, and had no real entity. When it dissipated, it naturally meant that the divine power was broken...

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