He Qingmo blinked.
Sweat slid down his lashes, from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks, like tears that were quickly evaporated.
In fact, he has been so sweaty countless times. He can almost feel the skin and flesh on the back of the clothes, which makes Aijie extremely uncomfortable. On weekdays, He Qingmo would have rushed to take a bath ten times or eight. Every inch of the skin is kept clean.
Among the monks, there are not a few people who love cleanliness. It is not unusual for He Qingmo. He Qingmo also suddenly came up with some untimely small thoughts at a critical moment. Miscellaneous things that have nothing to do with life and death.
In front of him, he was indeed on the verge of being at risk.
Almost all the survivors of the entire Youdu gathered in the square in front of the imperial city. The number of people was increasing. The ghosts and fires that were attracted were overwhelming, and the night sky was almost invisible when they looked up, as if they were the real sky. .
More people does not mean safer. Most of them are ordinary people, and only a small part are monks. The existence of common people is no different from prey without the power of a chicken, just like a rabbit and a chicken in the eyes of people. The cultivation level of the monks is not too high. Most of these monks pass by Youdu during the Zhongyuan Festival, and stay to attend the Zhongyuan Dharma Conference to watch the excitement. In any case, they never imagined that they would encounter such a catastrophe of life and death.
Next to He Qingmo's back is the Ghost King Linghu You.
His body was as cold and hard as pig iron, and the skin and flesh of his sweaty clothes made He Qingmo extremely uncomfortable.
But he didn't move even a little bit.
Because he could feel the force on his back getting stronger and heavier.
This means that the ghost king's spiritual power is also being consumed in a large amount. Facing these hungry ghost flames and evil spirits who have been raised by Wanlian Buddha for many years, Rao is Linghu You, and gradually he is not enough.
The Gui Gui Banner swelled in the wind and became larger, almost covering the heads of most of them, blocking most of the ghost attacks for everyone, but outside the barrier, the louder the call, the greater the amplitude of the Gui Gui Banner. Possibly torn.
Xu Jingxian had no magic weapon, so she could only rely on her bare hands, and she was a little constrained after all.
He Qingmo's aptitude is not low, but he usually focuses his energy on researching the formation technique, but neglects his cultivation. At this time, the drawbacks are obvious.
As for He Xiyun and chapters, the cultivation of these two is similar to that of the other monks present. The icing on the cake is still not enough. Naturally, there is no need to hope for charcoal in the snow. At most, they can only barely protect themselves. It will sit still like ordinary people.
All hope rests on the ghost king.
A few years ago, He Qingmo would never have imagined that he would fight side by side with a character like the Ghost King, entrusting his life and death.
Because the Shenxiao Immortal Mansion prides itself on being famous and authentic, He Qingmo always has such arrogance in his bones, and the friars are not in his eyes. Even if he does, he will not take the initiative to make friends. Criticize each other's shortcomings and eliminate the list of friends who can be associated with each other.
Therefore, since he left the school, although he has gone to many places, he has always had few friends, and even a few juniors from the same school can't stand his withdrawn temper.
The few days he spent with Jiufang Changming, Xu Jingxian, and Linghuyou were the ones he had been with the longest since he went down the mountain, so at this moment, he had an illusion that if he could escape this disaster today, Maybe when they go back, they will still be able to chat and share their friendship.
But this fleeting illusion was quickly interrupted by a heavy push from the back!
He Qingmo felt that there was a sudden force on his back, which made him unable to hold it for a while, and almost fell forward with his back hunched over.
"Linghuyou?!"
He turned his head in astonishment, but felt that the right arm of the ghost king who was close to him was wet, and when he looked closely, blood was dripping down, and a small pool had already flowed.
It turns out that ghosts also have blood
When this thought came up, He Qingmo was alert at any time, and quickly settled down.
"Are you OK?"
"It doesn't matter." Linghuyou's voice came, still steady, but He Qingmo subconsciously felt something was wrong.
Although the ghost king is a ghost cultivator, he has long since cultivated an entity. He is not afraid of the sun, and it is not surprising that he will bleed. The strange thing is that Linghuyou's cultivation is so bad. .
While thinking about it, the strong wind roared, He Qingmo raised his head, and saw the Gui Gui flag hunting and agitation, being held to the extreme, tore it suddenly, the crack suddenly burst open, and the black ghost flames poured in from the crack immediately, facing them. Pounce!
The crowd was shocked.
Before he could think about it, He Qingmo endured the stagnating pain in his chest, recited the sword art, and the sword light slashed out one after another.
"God saves the three cleanliness, calms the five qi, Zixuanjie sword, establishes the universe, and decrees!"
After all, the divine soldiers of Shenxiao Xianfu are extraordinary, and with He Qingmo's own spiritual power, it can barely protect the surrounding area.
But others were not so lucky. The screams sounded one after another, and many people were knocked to the ground by ghost flames. Those ghost flames got weaker and stronger. Only a shriveled corpse remained.
The same is true for several others.
Those ghost flames "eaten" a person, climbed up from the corpse, and took almost no time to search for it, and then arbitrarily swept down to the next hunted person.
In the crowd, screams and calls for help came one after another, and many people fled out in a panic and dispersed, but it gave the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.
The scattered crowd is like a fleeing fat sheep. When bitten on the neck, it is powerless to return to the sky. It falls to the ground and struggles fiercely, and finally becomes a delicious meal for evil spirits.
He Qingmo's heart sank little by little.
He also began to feel powerless.
The hand holding the sword was sore and numb, but he didn't dare to release it easily, because once he released it, what awaited him would be a mad counterattack, and as soon as he fell, Linghuyou's back would be empty, and he would suffer the same.
But the eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and He Qingmo doesn't know how long he can hold on.
He only hopes that in the dark night, someone will break the boundless darkness and give everyone the hope of rebirth. Even if it is small, it can arouse infinite fighting spirit. When I was a child, I heard how those heroes who were beleaguered from all sides fought their backs and won with less victory. There are many, the weak overcome the strong, and now it is my turn, I just know that it is extremely difficult, almost a miracle.
However, the miracle actually happened.
A golden light appeared on the edge of the cloud, breaking the dark night, and incidentally penetrated the sky occupied by ghost flames.
He Qingmo heard a voice in his ear.
"Hearing the sound is like a Buddha, and you have the right Dharma in your heart."
Although the voice was pleasant to the ear, it was very unfamiliar. He seemed to have never heard it before, so he could only judge from this that the cultivation level of the person who made the voice was extremely high, almost on par with the ghost king, perhaps even better.
With this sound, the ghost flames scattered most of the time, but they were sucked in howling, and the clouds and the moon were cleared.
Then He Qingmo heard the voice of another person.
"Wan evil retreats, and grandeur lasts forever."
There seems to be a connection between the front and the back, and the tacit understanding is seamless.
It is Jiufang Changming!
The tone of voice was slightly weak, but it was as steady as Mount Tai, and the golden light opened the way. A huge eagle swooped down from a high altitude, breaking through a large piece of ghost flame, swallowing it all, and then it turned into black ash and fell to the ground.
This is Jiufang Changming's technique of turning objects into gods.
He Qingmo turned his head abruptly—
Sure enough, behind them, there is the figure of Jiufang Changming!
The ghost flames spread out abruptly, as if smelling fishy, and embraced the two of them separately.
This gave Linghu You and the others a chance to breathe, and everyone re-adjusted their gatherings. Those who fled in all directions also realized their stupidity, and they all fled back one after another.
The Gui Gui flag was broken, and the ghost king simply tore the flag to pieces and threw it everywhere. The flag fell to the ground and turned into a black command flag, standing upright on the ground, and the ghost flames suddenly felt like entering a labyrinth, detouring in place.
But their enemies are not only the ghosts and demons in front of them, but also the Eight Saints of Wanlian.
In order to break the formation, Fang Cai Sun Buku did not entangle with the eight people to death, but directly teleported to the core of Wanlian Buddha through the formation eye, and fought against Chunchi. Dead but not stiff, but the Eight Saints are still guarding the outer octagonal, remote control ghost flames to attack everyone.
The matter has come to this point, Youdu is like Shura Purgatory, and most of the Wanlian Buddha Land has been destroyed.
But everyone, including He Qingmo, didn't want to die.
It was this little thought of surviving that was struggling to support them as they waited for reinforcements.
The glazed golden bead staff in Sun Buku's hands was extremely dazzling, and it almost became the only place in the darkness that was the most dazzling.
He waved his Zen staff, and swept to the darkest part of the flames first, breaking through the darkness with golden light, with a resolute posture without any hesitation, the wind and thunder were faint, opening and closing, and every move he made was masculine, and he was indistinguishable from this dark and indistinguishable ghost. The flames are in stark contrast.
The crowd was exhausted by Wanlian Buddha's treatment at first, but now they saw Sun Buku's shot, and they were instantly refreshed.
Looking at the Wanlian Eight Saints looming in the ghost flames, it is like a demon.
Jiufang Changming is another style.
His imperial object transformation spirit has reached a state of ecstasy, raising his sleeves and waving his robes, the black weather turns into thousands of birds and birds, fluttering to the ghost flames, and eating insects is like pecking at the mouth.
There are too few ghost flames that these birds can eat, and they are fragile. When they are rolled by ghost flames, they will flutter their wings and disappear to the ground, but they can't stand the huge number, and soon a high wall is formed, which slowly blocks the momentum of ghost flames.
I saw Jiufang Changming standing at the front of the high wall, with his back to them, his clothes and robes and sleeves hunting and dancing wildly, but his figure was as motionless as a mountain, which made people feel an indescribable peace of mind.
Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Although I haven't completely relaxed, at least half of the pressure has been shared.
It feels good to have a thick thigh hug.
Xu Jingxian was a little worried.
The time she followed Chang Ming was not too short. From seeing the blood sect to Jiuzhongyuan, she knew very well what Chang Ming was in at first.
He was sick and had no spiritual power.
When she didn't know his identity, that is, for the sake of that handsome face, Xu Jingxian didn't try to torment him too much. Of course, she now felt that she was very wise and left a way out for herself at the time.
Later, in Jiuzhongyuan, although Jiufang Changming slowly recovered his cultivation, and in the end, according to his own words, he recovered eighty-nine out of ten. What's more, all the monsters and ghosts in Wanlian Buddha Land are out, and the enemies they face are unpredictable. Although she doesn't know what Jiufang Changming, Yun Weisi and others have experienced in the core of Buddha Land, she can think of it. It's a tough fight.
"Senior, are you alright?"
Xu Jingxian moved to the other side step by step and asked quietly.
It just feels wrong when you get close.
Because she smelled blood.
The blood energy that was so strong that it could not be dissolved radiated from the opponent, and it was almost unrecognizable.
Xu Jingxian quickly shot, and the spiritual power formed a barrier in front of the two to prevent the ghost flames from breaking through the high walls transformed by the puppets.
Chang Ming snorted, it sounded relatively stable, Xu Jingxian couldn't see any bleeding on his body for a while, just pretended that there was no serious problem, and asked in relief, "Have seniors seen the sect master?"
Their trip was originally to save Zhou Ke, and the other party used Zhou Ke as bait, so they would not kill him easily.
"he died."
Xu Jingxian suspected that she had heard it wrong, and was stunned for a moment.
She couldn't help but look at Changming.
In the night, the other side's side has a kind of luster that is almost cold and blunt, alienating like snow and ice, and should not be approached and offended.
Xu Jingxian was full of questions, but she couldn't ask them at this time, because the situation in front of her could not tolerate distraction.
It's just that her mood was inevitably chaotic, and she sighed sadly for a while, and secretly saw that the blood sect had declined since then, and then she remembered her own unseen shark, which had never been seen since Zhou Ke promised. Shadow, I'm afraid I won't be able to get it in this life.
The sea of knowledge was messy, and he was distracted. He only heard a scream in his ear, and there was a ghost flame tearing through the gap of the crow and swept in and attacked them!
Xu Jingxian shot without thinking, but still took a half step, the gap was torn open by the boss, and the ghost flames jumped over their heads and rushed directly to the crowd behind!
…
Unlike others, Linghuyou can hear ghost words.
In the ears of others, those meaningless howls and howls were heard, but in Linghuyou's ears, it was those ghosts expressing their hearts.
Here, the soul here is more delicious, he is a monk!
I want to eat him, I want to revive the soul, I want to be a human again, I don't want to be a ghost anymore, I am so bitter, I am so bitter!
Y'all be damned! Why do I suffer so much, you can still live, you should die too!
I am in pain, my whole body is in pain, who will help me!
…
All kinds of strange words poured into the sea of consciousness, madness and confusion, murderous intent, full of all kinds of evil thoughts and desires in human nature, and even those who knew Linghuyou's heart and encouraged him to go to them.
You are obviously a ghost cultivator, why do you want to help people? Could it be that you thought that if you helped them, they would appreciate you? People and ghosts have different paths, they will never be able to let down their guard against you!
Come on, we are the same kind!
Are you hesitating? Is it because of the man behind you? It is only because he wants to save his own life that he can only pretend to be a snake. Once he destroys us, you will also be abandoned. Never underestimate the maliciousness of the human heart!
He is just using you!
kill him!
We can give you more power and let you stand on the top of the ghosts again!
kill him!
These voices washed away layer by layer in the Ghost King's sea of consciousness, trying every means to shake his mind.
He Qingmo keenly felt the tremor of the person behind him, only when he was injured, he couldn't help but slightly turned his head and shouted, "Are you alright!"
Linghuyou didn't answer.
He was originally a ghost cultivator. Although those ghosts were talking nonsense, there was one sentence that was right. People and ghosts have different paths. Even if he tried hard to control, his consciousness would not be able to help being drawn by the same kind. It will not be messed up, and it is impossible to say that it has no effect at all.
He Qingmo felt that something was wrong, he couldn't help turning his head, but just saw a wave of ghost flames coming, and Linghuyou still didn't realize it, and didn't plan to shoot.
It was too late to say it was too soon, He Qingmo didn't have time to think about it, and subconsciously slammed the person down with his body.
The next moment, all the ghost flames slammed into his back!
He Qingmo spurted out a mouthful of blood, splashing the faces of the people below him.
He was groggy and had no strength all over his body. He only felt that he was tightly surrounded by a pair of cold arms, and then he was taken to fly. The coldness went down, and the color of his lips became blue-gray.
The ghost flame failed to hit, and it roared again, but saw the ghost king suddenly raise his hand, his eyes were cold, and the black flags that were inserted everywhere seemed to be sensing, and they flew at the same time, turning into a stream of fire and shooting at the black flame, bursting with a bang. open!
Guiyan howled and fled in all directions, and began to escape the control of the Eight Saints of Wanlian.
This is an opportunity!
Sun Buku and Jiufang Changming would never let go!
The two once parted ways, but are now reunited because of a common enemy, and even joined forces to reject the enemy years later.
"Nothing is possible, I am the law!"
"Heaven's way is enlightening, the sun and the moon are in compliance, I am ordered to go out, and Kyushu must not violate it!"
The tricks of the two came out almost at the same time.
Xu Jingxian had never heard the mantra that Changming recited.
She intuited that the power of this tactic was very powerful, but she had never seen Jiufang Changming or anyone else use it before.
As soon as I thought about it, I felt the ground tremble, and the golden purple light exploded in the black flame!
Following the Changming Dharma, the stars in the night sky flickered little by little, and they quickly joined together, like a meteorite falling, slicing towards the world, landing on the places where the Eight Saints of Wanlian were located, completely destroying the formation.
The golden Buddha statue appeared behind Sun Buku, and the Buddha statue's lips opened and closed, as if reciting in sync with Sun Buku.
The golden light became more and more prosperous, until everyone could not help covering it with their hands, until the golden light completely engulfed the black flame, and all the fleeing evil spirits were wiped out, turned into light spots, and disappeared.
Looking around, it was a mess.
Besides, Xu Jingxian couldn't think of any other words to describe it.
After a battle, her spiritual power was exhausted and she suffered a lot of trauma. After all, she was deeply cultivated and cherished her life. Fortunately, there were no fatal injuries, but others were not so lucky. He Qingmo fell unconscious in the arms of the ghost king, He Xiyun, etc. Not knowing where to go, Xu Jingxian staggered towards the direction of Jiufang Changming.
The latter was standing upright and fell forward without warning!
Xu Jingxian was taken aback, but when she was about to reach out, someone was faster than her.
Sun Buku carried the person on his back and glanced at her.
Xu Jingxian didn't care about anything else. Seeing that Sun Buku seemed to acquiesce to following, he hurried forward, and naturally went to see Jiufang Changming.
Seeing this, she couldn't help but be startled.
The frost white that was only at the end of the hair actually spread up a lot, even close to half.
"Master Sun, I wonder if it's convenient to inform Yun Weisi about Brother Yun's situation?"
Xu Jingxian played a small trick.
She knew that Buddhism didn't want to see Demon Sect. If she asked Zhou Ke directly, Sun Buku might not be willing to answer, but if it was Yun Weisi, she might be able to open up the conversation and make friends.
"He's enchanted." Sun Buku was really happy, but what he said was shocking.
"Yes, go crazy?" Xu Jingxian frowned.
"The devil's energy has entered the body, and it has become a half devil."
"The injury of the senior Jiufang?"
"He did it."
Xu Jingxian's color changed slightly, and the two of them turned against each other in the heart. Do they want to repeat it again
But from Yun Weisi's words and deeds in the past, it is clear that he is nostalgic for his teacher. Later, he gradually recovered his senses, and he is no different from ordinary people.
Sun Buku seemed to see what she was thinking, and in a few words he described the thrilling moment.
"Zhou Keke is dead, one person wants to save, one person wants to kill, so Yun Weisi became a demon."
Xu Jingxian asked subconsciously, "Why did Yun Weisi want to kill Sect Master Zhou?"
Sun Buku sighed slightly: "This is a game."
This is a game that is known to be death, but cannot be resisted.
Everyone is in the game, going around in circles, and the authorities are confused.
There is only one person who is willing to die and try to break the game.
That person is Yun Weisi.
And it was Jiufang Changming who used his life to make him the one who broke the game.