He Qingmo blinked.

Sweat trembled with his eyelashes, and tears quickly evaporated from the corners of his eyes to the cheeks.

In fact, he had already been sweating countless times, and he could almost feel that his clothes on his back were worthy of flesh and blood, which made Aijie extremely uncomfortable. On weekdays, He Qingmo would have rushed to take a bath ten or eight times, not keeping every inch of his skin clean.

There are many monks who love to be cleansed, like He Qingmo. He Qingmo suddenly had some inappropriate thoughts in times of crisis, just like when people die, they always go wild and shine, and think about things that have nothing to do with life and death.

In front of me, it was indeed at the verge of being buried.

Almost all the Youyou had survivors, all gathered in the square in front of the Imperial City. The number of people was increasing. The ghost fire was attracted to the sky, and the black fire was overwhelming. When you looked up, you could hardly see the night sky, as if they were the real sky.

The more people there are, the safer it is. Most of them are ordinary people, and only some are monks. The existence of people is like prey without the power of chickens. Just like rabbit chickens in human eyes, the cultivation level of monks is not too high. Most of these monks pass by Youdu on the Zhongyuan Festival and stay to attend the Zhongyuan Dharma Assembly to watch the fun. They never thought that they would encounter such a great disaster of life and death.

The back of He Qingmo is the ghost king Linghu You.

His body was cold and hard as cast iron, and his clothes were wet with sweat, which made He Qingmo extremely uncomfortable.

But he didn't move even a little.

Because he could feel that the pressure on his back became stronger and heavier.

The spirit power of this ghost king is also being consumed in large quantities. Faced with these evil spirits who have been raised by the Wanlian Buddha for many years, even Linghu You gradually lost his strength.

The Ghost Banner swells and becomes larger in the wind, covering almost half of their heads, blocking most of the ghost attacks for someone. However, outside the barrier, the more the call, the greater the amplitude of the Ghost Banner, and it may be torn apart at any time.

Xu Jingxian lost his magic weapon and could only rely on his bare hands and was a little restrained after all.

He Qingmo has a good qualification, but he usually devotes his energy to studying formations, but instead neglects to practice. At this time, the disadvantages are undoubtedly revealed.

As for He Xiyun and chapters, this person's cultivation is similar to that of his monks present, and it is still not enough to add icing on the cake. Naturally, there is no need to expect help in time. At most, they can only barely protect themselves. If the ghost banner is broken and the ghost flames break through the realm, they will sit and wait for death like ordinary people.

All hope depends on the Ghost King.

A few years ago, He Qingmo would never have imagined that he would fight side by side with the character Ghost King and entrust life and death.

Because Shenxiao Immortal Palace claims to be a famous family, He Qingmo always has a sense of arrogance in his heart. Even if he doesn't like it, he will not take the initiative to make friends. He will only silently observe the right, attempt to find out the shortcomings and eliminate the list of friends who can be dated.

Therefore, since he left the master's sect, although he had traveled a lot, his friends were still very few. Even a few junior brothers of the same sect could not stand his indifference. He dared not speak out, so he found an excuse to escape one after another.

Being with Jiu Changming, Xu Jingxian, Linghu You and others these days is the longest time he has been with since he went down the mountain, so at this moment, he actually had an illusion that if he could escape this disaster today, they might be able to drink and talk and share the friendship with each other when they go back.

But this flash of illusion was quickly interrupted by a heavy push on the back!

He Qingmo felt that a thousand pounds of force seemed to be added to his back, which made him unable to hold on for a while. He almost fell forward with a hunched back, and hurriedly stabilized the lower plate and supported it tightly.

"Linghu You?!"

He turned his head in surprise, but felt that the right arm of the Ghost King was wet when he approached his Ghost King. He looked closely and was bleeding down, and a pool of blood had flowed.

It turns out that ghosts also have blood?

This thought arose, He Qingmo was alert at any time and quickly calmed down.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Linghu You's voice came, still calm, but He Qingmo realized that something was wrong.

Although the Ghost King is a ghost cultivator, he has cultivated a physical body for a long time. He is not afraid of the sun and will bleed. It is naturally not surprising that Linghu You's cultivation level can hurt him so much, and the situation must be bad.

As he thought, the strong wind whistled, He Qingmo raised his head and saw the ghost banners rushing and swelling, and was pushed to the extreme. He suddenly broke the crack and the black ghost flames immediately poured in from the crack and pounced on them!

Everyone was shocked.

Without having time to think too much, He Qingmo endured the severe pain in his chest, recited the sword technique, and slashed out one by one.

"The three purities of the gods are preserved, the five qi of the mind are stabilized, the Zi Xuanjie Sword, the world is established, the imperial edict!"

After all, the divine weapons of the Shenxiao Immortal Palace are extraordinary. With He Qingmo's own spiritual power, they can barely protect the entire body.

But others were not so lucky. Screams rang out one after another, and many people were knocked to the ground by ghost flames. The ghost flames became stronger when they met, and they rushed forward and ate and swallowed them wildly. In just a moment, the vitality soul was sucked alive, leaving only a shriveled corpse.

The same is true for him and others.

Those ghost flames "eat" a person, got up from the corpse, and almost no time to find it, and then let it sweep towards the next hunted person.

Among the crowd, screams of help came one after another, and many people fled out in panic and scattered, but gave the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The scattered crowds were like fat sheep running. They were bitten on their necks and were unable to turn the sky. They fell to the ground and struggled violently, and eventually turned into a delicious meal for evil ghosts.

He Qingmo's heart sank little by little.

He also began to feel powerless.

The sword-holding hand was sore and numb, but he didn't dare to let go easily, because once he let go, he would be eyeing him and counterattacked wildly. As soon as he fell down, Linghu You's back was immediately empty and he would suffer together.

But his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and He Qingmo doesn't know how long he can last.

He only hopes that the sunny night will break this boundless darkness and give someone hope of rebirth. Even if it is small, it can inspire infinite battles. When he was young, he saw those heroes who were surrounded by enemies fighting with their backs on the verge of desperate battles, defeating the more with few and weak, and defeating the strong with weak. Now it is his turn that he realizes that it is a difficult and almost a miracle.

But, a miracle actually happened.

A golden light emerged beside the clouds, breaking the dark night, and passing through the sky occupied by ghost flames.

A voice was heard in He Qingmo's ear.

"When hearing sounds like Buddha, you have the Dharma in your heart."

Although the voice was pleasant, it was very strange. He seemed to have never seen it before. He could only judge that the person who made the voice had a very high cultivation level, almost comparable to the Ghost King, and perhaps half better.

With this sound, the ghost flame suddenly dispersed most of it, but the howling was sucked over. The clouds were cleared and the moon was shook, and the light and mist dissipated. A man walked from a distance with a Zen stick in his hand.

Then He Qingmo saw another person's voice.

"The evil retreats, and the great spirit lasts forever."

There seems to be connection between the front and the back, and there is no difference in understanding.

It's Jiuchangming!

The tone of voice was slightly weak, but it was as stable as Mount Tai. The golden light opened the way. A huge eagle swept down from the sky, breaking through a large area of ​​ghost flames, and swallowing them all into black and gray. They all fell to the ground one after another.

This is the Nine Eternal Ming technique of controlling objects and transforming gods.

He Qingmo suddenly turned his head—

Otherwise, behind them was Jiu Changming’s figure!

The ghost flames suddenly dissipated like a fishy smell, and they were huddled towards the two of them separately.

This gave Linghu You and the others a chance to breathe, and everyone adjusted and gathered. The people who fled all over realized that they were stupid and fled back one after another.

The ghost-retaining banner was broken, and the Ghost King simply tore the banner into pieces and threw it everywhere. The banner fell to the ground and turned into a black flag, standing straight on the ground. The ghost flames suddenly felt like they entered a maze, and they took a detour on the spot.

But their enemies are not just the ghost flames and demonic energy in front of them, but also the Eight Saints of Ten Thousand Lotus.

In order to break the formation, Caisun Buku did not entangle with the eight people until death. He directly teleported to the core of Wanlian Buddha Land through the formation eyes and fought with Chunchi. Although Chunchi is dead now, the centipede insect in Wanlian Buddha Land will not be dead. The Eight Saints guard the octagonal surroundings and remotely control ghost flames to attack everyone.

At this point, Youdu is like the Shura Purgatory, and most of the land of Ten Thousand Lotus Buddhas has been destroyed. He must have been determined to die. Even if he cannot kill them all, he will die together.

But everyone, including He Qingmo, didn't want to die.

It was this thought of living that struggled to support them to come and reinforcements.

The glass golden bead staff in Sun Buku's hand was extremely dazzling, almost becoming the only one in the dark.

He waved his Zen Staff and rushed to the richest part of the black flame. He broke through the darkness with golden light without any circumcision. The wind and thunder were faintly opened and closed, and his every move was masculine, which was in sharp contrast with the dark and difficult-to-distinguish the ghost flame of Buddha land.

Everyone was exhausted by the Wanlian Buddha Land. Now, seeing Sun Bukuo taking action, they were immediately excited. This is the enlightenment of Buddhist style.

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Jiu Changming is another style.

He had reached the state of transcendence of objects and transformation, raised his sleeves and waved his robe, and the black weather turned into a thousand crows, flying towards ghost flames, and eating insects was like pecking.

These birds can eat too little ghost flames and are fragile. When the ghost flames are rolled up, they will flap their wings and disappear. However, they cannot hold back the huge number and quickly form a high wall, which slowly blocks the momentum of ghost flames.

I saw Jiu Changming standing in front of the high wall, facing his back to them, dancing wildly with his clothes, robe and sleeves, but his only body was as motionless as a mountain, making people feel indescribable.

Seeing this, everyone slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I failed to completely relax, at least most of the pressure was shared.

It's great to have thick thighs to feel it.

Xu Jingxian was a little worried.

She and Changming were not short. From Seizing the Blood Sect to the Nine-Level Abyss, she knew very well what Changming was in the beginning.

I feel sick and have no spiritual power.

When she didn't know his identity, just because of her handsome face, Xu Jingxian didn't make too much trouble for him. Of course, she now felt that she was very wise and left a way out for herself at that time.

Later, in the Nine-Level Abyss, although Jiu Changming slowly recovered his cultivation level, and in the end, according to his own words, he recovered from eight or nine out of ten, but after all the struggle, Xu Jingxian saw that even if he was the Grand Master, he would probably have to be injured internally, not to mention that all the demons and ghosts in the Wanlian Buddha Land were revealed. They were unexpectedly facing the enemy's strength. Although she didn't know what Jiu Changming and Yun Wei and others had experienced in the core of the Buddha Land, she could think that it would be a fierce battle.

"Senior, are you okay?"

Xu Jingxian moved to her side step by step and asked quietly.

I felt something was wrong as soon as I got close to me.

Because she smelled the smell of blood.

It is so rich that it cannot be dissolved in the blood and energy emitted from the body, and it is almost impossible to admit it wrong.

Xu Jingxian quickly took action, and his spiritual power formed a barrier in front of the two of them, so as not to break through the puppets, crows, and sparrows, and break into the wall.

Changming nodded, and it was still stable. Xu Jingxian couldn't see any bleeding on his body for a moment. He just thought it was not a big deal and asked relievedly: "Have you seen the sect leader?"
To be continued...