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"Such a loud tone, I'm not afraid of the wind blowing my tongue." The fierce ghost full of ghost energy sneered, his face couldn't help but crack, and he opened his bloody mouth.

Full of demonic energy, the mandrill, holding the bone stick, curled up with one leg and shouted: "It's better for the bald donkey to talk nonsense, don't talk too much nonsense with it."

"Kill him and the treasure will be ours."

"I've eaten a lot of monk's meat. This is the first time I've seen someone with such a high level of cultivation." The leader of the monster was covered in green hair, with fangs sticking out, and the meat piled up on his body looked like a hill.

I don’t know what this mountain ghost ate to become like this.

It stands to reason that monsters that build foundations can take the form of humans. Although they still retain 20 to 30 percent of monster characteristics, they can still be covered up normally.

However, this monster only has a human form, and the rest is a mess.

A pair of round and bulging eyes looked up and down at Juefa, who was wearing a gray robe.

Because Juefa had thin skin and tender flesh, the green-haired monster couldn't help but stretch out its long scarlet tongue and lick its lips, and the fishy saliva coated it.

The person who initially persuaded Juefa to leave the spiritual stone treasure was a little thin.

The neck is like a snake coiled around the body, lifting out a big head.

The skin on the body is mostly navy blue, and the smell of monsters is pitiful, but the smell of ghosts is very strong. Noticing the approaching Yin Shen Ji, he couldn't help but said: "What kind of heel are you? Why haven't I seen you before and want to get a share of the pie?"

"What did I say? It turned out to be robbery on the road."

"I'm not interested."

The snake ghost curled his lips and said nothing, with contempt on his face.

Bald Donkey is a big talker, and here comes another person who doesn't know his dignity or status.

It's okay for the Foundation-Building Yin Ghost to call him Little King, but how dare he call himself me? Otherwise, where would the Golden Core Ghost King be?

But as long as they don't cause trouble, they don't intend to cause trouble.

Although it sounds easy, they understand that this monk is difficult to deal with, and provoking a strong enemy will only cause more trouble for themselves.

Just wait until you kill the monk and start arguing with him.

Tu Shanjun took the drowned ghost's ghost and punched it wherever he went, not intending to help.

The Yin Gui in his hand was still struggling before he punched his head again, smashing half of his head. The Yin Gui twitched twice and stopped moving.

If you don't use the soul flag when you are aware of the method, Tushanjun will not be able to take action on the pole.

When the magic weapon is exhausted and life is at stake, the soul flag, a life-saving magic weapon, will naturally come to mind.

Since Tu Shanjun made it clear that the carriage and horses wanted to watch a show, he also started the show in a sensible way.

…

After realizing the method, he put his hands together and formed a spell in an instant.

"White Bone Seal, King Kong suppresses evil."

Juefa's body looked a bit burly, but his movements were crisp and clear, not slowing down at all due to his body shape.

The Buddha's seal palm struck the snake ghost on the head with great force.

The tyrannical force hit his neck and threw him up like a noodle, and then he fell to the ground lifeless.

The other demons and ghosts looked at Juefa with a calm expression as he stepped over the corpse of the snake ghost.

They were really frightened.

The snake ghost was a ghost in the late stage of Qi training, and it was killed by the monk's light palm.

It even gave them an illusion: "Could it be that the Snake Ghost is a silver-like wax gun head, and its usual aura is just a pretense?"

"Amitabha."

They were stunned and did not stop. The white bone Buddha beads turned into light and formed a large mana net.

Not to mention Qi Training Dzogchen, not even ghosts who are also foundation builders can resist it.

The Zuo Dao monk took out a piece of gray-purple talisman paper and shook his wrist before tearing a small opening.

It was only enough for him to get out by himself, but before the demon behind him came out, the hole in the French Open disappeared.

"Huh?"

Tu Shanjun exclaimed, "The Zuo Dao monk is the follower of Luo Jiao."

Judging from his cultivation level, which is only the Great Perfection of Qi Training, he should be in a similar position to the people who captured Huaifeng City.

The monk who was following the Luo Sect was about to escape when he suddenly felt that the flying sword was out of control.

When he looked back, he saw a blue-grey hand holding the hilt of the sword. Immediately, the soul of the dead emerged, struggling to activate the magic power.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly pulled him over.

The ghostly hand of the Foundation Establishment Yin Shen covered the monk's head: "Does Luo Jiao have any plans?"

"That's all, I'd better take a look for myself."

The Soul Searching Technique was activated, forcefully invading the monk's sea of ​​consciousness to search for memories about Luo Jiao.

The soul-searched monk's eyes protrude beyond a small semicircle. With a ferocious face, he strangled his own neck as if he was suffocating, and finally tore off his flesh and blood while still alive. The body twisted and twisted until finally all life was gone.

Tu Shanjun had long understood that magic and magic were not meant for kind people, but he did not expect that the soul-searching technique would be so cruel, and the recipients would be in excruciating pain.

He casually condensed the demonic cultivator's body into evil spirit, leaving no bones behind.

Luo Jiao provoked the fight not only to collect rampant soldiers and ghost generals, but also to prepare for the corpse refining.

Although this person was a head priest, he actually didn't know much about it. I only heard that the Shangzong envoy gave them such a task and asked them to prepare in advance. If you do well, you will be rewarded and have the opportunity to go to Shangzong.

Tu Shanjun conveniently threw the two ghosts into the soul flag.

Over there, the snake ghosts have been saved by the Dharma, but there are still demons and ghosts under the big net of Buddha beads.

Seeing Tu Shanjun throw two ghosts into the soul flag, he couldn't help but said: "Senior, killing people to refine souls is a demonic act. In the future, if you are riddled with bad karma, your path of cultivation will become increasingly difficult."

Tu Shanjun turned a deaf ear and looked away at the exit of the ghost market.

The fog has faded a lot and people are walking out of the ghost city entrance.

Wearing yellow clothes and looking like a fierce ghost, he shouted angrily: "Monk Wu, how dare you cause trouble in the ghost market under the jurisdiction of the Daheishan Ghost King, why don't you release them all quickly?"

Seeing this ghost coming, the trapped demons and ghosts immediately became energetic and shouted for help.

"Monk, please let us go quickly."

"Ichi-kun, help me."

The fierce ghost known as the City Lord stared at Juefa coldly: "Let them go!"

There was a sharp shout.

All you can see is the rolling fog, the shadows, the big flag hanging down like an iron coupon, and the appearance of the ghost soldiers moving through the fog.

Juefa lowered his eyebrows and said, "Amitabha, the donor acted in a biased manner. Or are you colluding with each other to seek wealth and harm?"

The fierce ghost in yellow no longer pretends to be pretentious.

He grinned and his eyes appeared strangely: "So what if you are just trying to make money?"

"Put down the spiritual stone treasure or die, you choose one."

Hearing the laughter from the side, he suddenly felt upset and scolded with a cold face: "And that white-faced guy, you are laughing so hard, it's none of your business, just get out of here. If I hear any bad rumors in the future, , I will kill you."

Tu Shanjun's laughter stopped suddenly, leaving only a sinister expression on his face: "What a brave bitch!"

At the same time, Juefa's expression changed drastically.

Eighty percent of his mana was used in an instant, but Juefa did not stop Tu Shanjun.

We are already at war with each other. No matter how much we talk about Buddha's compassion, it is like playing the harp to a cow. The best thing is to save these ghosts.

And because of his lack of cultivation, he couldn't stop Tu Shanjun from using his magic power.

Juefa sighed and declared: "Amitabha."

As the fog began to thicken, three more foundation-building Yin gods came out of the soul flag.

When the leader stepped out of the soul flag, the black Taoist robe on his body turned into armor.

His head was full of white hair, and his face was stern and majestic.

Counting the Foundation-Building Yin God who was already outside, there were four in total.

Even though he was in the middle stage of foundation building, the yellow-robed Li Gui was stunned on the spot and speechless. The shock in his eyes had already overflowed: "The art of conquering ghosts?"

"No, how could..."

Before the ghost in yellow finished speaking, he felt like the world was spinning.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that his head had fallen off at some point. He rolled over and fell to the ground. Half of his face was stained with mud and gravel, and he could only barely look sideways at his headless body standing still.

In fact, he acted instinctively, his mana surged, and the spell was half completed.

However, he saw a flash of white light.

what is that?

Is it the hair of the leader of the foundation-building ghost cultivator?

It seems not.

That seemed to be sword light.

The sword is so fast, the head falls off in a blink of an eye.

Before the Yin Shen of the fierce ghost in yellow had time to escape, a pale hand picked up his head and extracted the foundation-building Yin Shen hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Throwing the Yin Shen into the soul flag, Wen Yue turned his head and faced the ghost soldiers blocking Fangshi.

One step forward, the shadow is like a shooting star.

The three foundation-building Yin gods following Wen Yue also all took action.

In just a few breaths, the ghost soldier in front of him had already abandoned his helmet and armor, and was caught in the hands of the foundation-building Yin Shen.

"Breaking down temples and smashing doors."

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"Who are you? How dare you force your way into the city!"

"This is the Hugushan Ghost Market under the jurisdiction of the Daheishan Ghost King. If you are wise, retreat quickly, otherwise my king will have to pay the price!" The ghost that had just flown up shouted, but before he could release poisonous insects to resist, he suddenly saw a trace of White light struck, and then the body fell down.

Four foundation-building Yin gods broke into the ghost market and swept away all the way. The ghosts resident in the city could not stop them.

Of course, half an hour had passed since the market was dismissed, and not many powerful monsters and monsters were still here. Most of them had left with their belongings in the middle of the night.

Most of the rest are ghosts and ghosts who live in the market.

Not many people actually work for the so-called Ghost King of Daheishan.

The white-haired ghost broke into the temple gate and killed the temple ghost with one sword. The rest of the handyman little demons were already frightened out of their wits and were running for their lives, not daring to stay.

Step into the main hall and look at the statue of the black-faced ghost king on the lotus platform.

The white-haired Yin Shen flew over and shattered the stone statue with a punch, grabbing the small fragment inside in his hand.

When he walked to the entrance of the temple, he paused slightly and spit out a drop of purple-black blood.

The ghost blood turned into a figure and rushed into the hall.

boom!

Brilliant flames soared into the sky.

The main hall was torn apart and exploded into ruins, and the surrounding buildings and pavilions had no support and had to collapse.

The fog stirred and the dust flew.

Suddenly the trees fell and the hozens scattered.

The temples, temples and pavilions were all blown up by the gangsters, and the demons and ghosts who saw the limelight and fled crawling away. The two legs were too slow, so he quickly showed his original form, tiger, leopard, jackal, rabbit, fox, deer... and even hated his parents for having fewer legs.

Or panic, doubt, tension, struggle... intertwined into a big picture of the escape of monsters and monsters.

The Yin Shen who released the soul flag did not chase the escaped demons and ghosts.

They are all looking for a living, and Tu Shanjun doesn't want to embarrass them. As long as there is no strong evil energy lingering on his body, he will not be targeted by the foundation-building Yin God.

Even if Juefa encounters a pure mountain spirit, he will not take action to save him.

If people practice well, don't eat people, don't commit sins, it would be their own sin to try to save them.

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Looking at the collapsed market and the misty fire in the distance, Juefa shook his head and sighed: "Killing people, setting fires, destroying temples and smashing doors, now the knot is getting bigger."

"In this turbid world, the trees want to be still but the wind doesn't stop."

Tu Shanjun's plain words rang in Juefa's ears.

He dared not talk about how much experience he had, but the lessons of the past were still vivid in his mind.

Then there was a chuckle: "If the monk is afraid, you can return to the sect, chant sutras, meditate, and practice in isolation."

Juefa clasped his hands together and stared calmly ahead with his eyes.

"Amitabha, little monk has no fear."

Tu Shanjun has to be suspicious when others say this, but Juefa said it very frankly.

Monks don't lie. If they are not afraid, they are not afraid.

While he was talking, the white-haired Yin God and the remaining three foundation-building Yin Gods had returned.

The body and the captured ghosts entered the soul flag together, and also brought a fragment filled with incense and wish power.

"Senior, even if they are ghosts, this move is really against the law..."

Tu Shanjun listened to Juefa's long speech, going in with his left ear and out with his right ear.