The group rode horses to the temple a few miles away, and soon they saw the pointed roof of the lama's temple.
There was a lama waiting at the door long ago, and the patriarch and the master put their hands together to say hello.
"Welcome everyone, we are ready, please lead the patriarch to follow me!" said a lama.
Everyone got off their horses, Hongxu walked forward with the crowd, and as soon as he reached the door, the lama who was standing by the side with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes suddenly raised his head, staring sharply at Hongxu's side and said: "Nie barrier, this Buddhist family Is the Holy Land also a place where you can come?"
Everyone who heard it looked at the lama inexplicably.
"What happened?" Another lama came over and asked.
"Brother, only a dead soul followed this Shi Zhi Y_u into the temple!"
"Oh? Is there such a thing? The Buddhist sacred place is not accessible to ordinary dead souls! But the only one who can enter here? It is not easy to come here! The dead souls are invigorating, making the strong weak, and the weak sick. , The patient is dying! This benefactor, you have to be more cautious!"
Hongxu frowned, looked down at the boy in his arms, and asked, "The handsome man can see if his unconsciousness is related to the dead soul?"
"Let me see!" The Lama opened the boy's eyelids, and then drew a gesture to touch his eyebrows. For a long time, Fang opened his eyes and said, "The situation is not recorded! This donor is clearly the only soul left behind. The body is alive! The spiritual body is weak, so it is easy to attract the dead soul to possess it!"
He shivered and curled up the felt in the corner of the bed. The felt that was familiar to men left him at ease.
That monk was terrible just now! It was just that he glared at him, and he actually had the illusion that his soul was about to be dissipated.
It's horrible, it seems that I should stay here obediently!
"Ring Ling Ling..."
Suddenly heard a ringing bell from outside.
He covered his ears in horror.
what sound? It's so ugly!
"Suo He Suo La
Tuonan, Suo He Suo La
Turan..."
The increasingly dense sound penetrated the eardrum unimpededly and drilled straight into his head.
Don't shake it! Stop reading!
The lamas that struck from all directions ringed like ripples that retracted in circles, quickly tightening ring after ring with him as the center, and the aperture that turned into a solid tightly tightened his body.
The chaotic breath rushed into his X_io_ng chamber like a trapped beast madly.
"Ah—" he yelled and stumbled out of the tent, but his goal was a circle surrounded by a dozen lamas.
"Suo He Suo La
Tuonan..." The Lama murmured while shaking the bell.
He felt a powerful force straight down like a collapsed roof from top to bottom.
Hongxu stared blankly at the ghost in the center of the field. He should be very young when he died, only sixteen or seventeen years old.
It was rolling on the ground with its head in both hands, as if it was enduring great suffering. His mouth was also shouting one by one.
"Donor, how do you deal with this dead soul? Do you just drive it away or let it fly away?"
The soul flies away, the soul flies away, Hongxu said, but why do you suddenly feel uneasy? Could it be that even oneself has been affected by it? Thinking of this, Hongxu couldn't help being angry, it was because of its own baby that it was unconscious!
"I want it to die!" Hong Xu gritted his teeth.
He was horrified by the sudden increase in aura, and the death threatening attack turned into a sharp feather arrow to hit Sh_e on his forehead.
He quickly turned over and rolled, narrowly avoiding the arrowhead of the man, but the murderous spirit brought by the arrow still burned his skin. Before he got over, another golden arrow came straight to the forehead.
He looked desperately at the approaching arrow of death. Do you have to try this taste again? Each body suddenly shattered, and at the last moment when his consciousness was annihilated, he could still see his bloody fog flying across. Is it really necessary for him to die in such a cruel posture
Hongxu panted a little while watching the dead soul of infinite sorrow suddenly exuding in the field, his drooping head suddenly lifted up and looked straight at him.
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Hongxu was taken aback. Those eyes... Why are those eyes so familiar and crystal clear. When they are clever, they will glow with a sly light, when they are happy they will be dyed with bright water, and when they are angry they will open their eyes and angrily. Staring at yourself... Wait, something must be wrong! Impossible, this dead soul...
But looking at the feather arrow that was about to penetrate, Hong Xu felt a deep fear.
"No-"
Chapter 23
With a horrified roar, Hong Xu haggardly pulled out the Bi-finger sword pinned to his waist and flew into the formation, holding the sword in both hands and slashing fiercely at the oncoming feather arrow. The strong sword energy bursting out of the sky instantly shattered the round shield-like air curtain in the magic circle like a fierce thunder and lightning.
In fact, the feather arrow is a formation formed through the transformation of the Mantra. It is not physical, it can't intercept and resist like real weapons, but the blue finger sword in Hongxu's hand is not very physical. In order to change the color of the black black iron of the sword body, the chlorite was specially added to the cultivator when casting the sword. The spar is a kind of spiritual energy. When it is disturbed by the outside world, it will burst out with a powerful aura. The scene above.
After a while, Hong Xu looked at the messy scene in a daze, then suddenly turned around and stared at the almost transparent figure on the ground.
"...Is that you?" Hongxu dropped the sword in his hand and leaned beside him and asked cautiously. It looked like a child's expression at a loss when he made a mistake, "Are you he?"
He lay weakly on the ground, looking at the man's face with blurred vision, and said in a sad and joyous voice: "... I seem to have thought about something, although it seems unpleasant, but there is you in it...; ha ha, It turns out that we have known each other a long time ago...; so good...;"
"What are you talking about? Why can't I hear?" Hong Xu looked at his fading silhouette with trepidation, "What's wrong with you? Are you going to die? No, no, you can't die! I just saved you back. , How could you just die like this?" Stretching out both hands Yi Yu picked up, but the fingers passing through a void made him even more frightened!
"Haha, how come? Haha, why did you close your eyes? Don't do that, oh my god, what am I doing? Royal doctor, no, no, no, who will save him! You monks are still lying there What do you do, come and save him!" Hong Xu hurriedly grabbed a lama, pointed at the nearly empty figure on the ground and shouted, "If he is gone, I will not only razing your temple to the ground, but also let you die. It's miserable!"
The lama, who was greatly injured by the backlash, didn't even have the strength to stand up. There was no strength to recite the curse to save him
The huge vortex suddenly appeared, the rapidly rotating entrance was accompanied by a powerful suction force, like a monster with a big mouth that was sucking in, he was rushed into it powerlessly. At the same time, the entrance of the vortex was suddenly closed and disappeared. Now, returning to a peaceful space as if nothing ever happened!
Hongxu threw off the lama, and rushed to the deserted grassland, "It's gone? How come... It was here just now!" Hongxu asked Mo blankly around, "It's clearly still...; It must be hiding inside, but it’s so dark inside, aren’t you afraid of it? Aren’t you afraid of the dark the most? But don’t be afraid, I will dig you out now..."
When the patriarch and his party came back from the temple and passed by, they were shocked by the chaos on the scene. I saw a dozen lama masters fainted on the ground, their camps collapsed, and the original green grass was also ruined, and the warrior from the capital used his sword with his forehand, even digging the ground with his belt and digging his head. , Even the young man who had always cared a lot was put aside by him.
Everyone looked at each other puzzledly. The patriarch only heard that Hongxu said that he had resigned beforehand, but he did not expect to see such a scene.
"What happened?"
"It seems that the knight asked Master Lama to exorcise ghosts..." someone in the crowd whispered.