When Mingzhuo woke up, neither Gu Xu nor Pei Di were there.

She quickly washed her face and ran into the monk who had come to find her as soon as she stepped outside.

The other party said that the abbot had woken up and was inspecting the well, and asked her to come and take a look.

As Mingzhuo walked over, a commotion broke out by the well.

A monk who was looking at the well was observing the water level when he suddenly became obsessed.

No one noticed until the monk suddenly attacked another monk.

The abbot noticed something was wrong and stepped forward to block it, but his arm was immediately cut by the sharp blade, and blood gushed out instantly.

The stench of blood filled the air, and a bizarre scene unfolded. The other monks all stared at the abbot, their eyes wide with disbelief.

The sun disappeared, the sky suddenly darkened, and the atmosphere became heavy and oppressive, making people feel uneasy.

The abbot realized something was wrong and told the young novice monk beside him to run. The next second, all the monks attacked the abbot at once.

They seemed to have suddenly gone mad, their strength was astonishing, and they attacked the abbot frantically.

The abbot was unwilling to harm people, as these were human beings, not ghosts, and thus suffered repeated defeats.

Mingzhuo stepped forward and knocked out each of the monks, knocking them all unconscious and piling them together.

Yuan Hui and Wu Nian, who rushed over, were both shocked, completely unaware that these monks had fallen victim to a trap and were now attacking their own companions.

The abbot smiled bitterly: "It's my fault. The evil spirits down here are very good at bewitching people. They have been guarding this place for a long time and have been the most severely corrupted."

Mingzhuo walked to the well and took a look. The well water was unfathomably deep, but the water itself was fine, and it was indeed full of spiritual energy.

After thinking for a moment, she simply leaned down into the well and took a look. A moment later, she climbed back up.

“This well is the key point of the formation, and the well wall is engraved with intricate scriptures for suppressing evil. But now, a piece of those scriptures has been chiseled away.” She looked at the abbot. “I’m afraid that some of the evil spirits inside have already escaped.”

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

This was even worse than expected; they were completely unaware!

It's daytime now, and it's the afternoon when the yang energy is just starting to wane. Many people have just woken up after last night's battle and are inevitably letting their guard down.

If those evil spirits were to unleash their deadly attack at this moment, how many people would be able to escape by sheer luck?

The tightly closed temple gates block the view of outsiders, but the temple itself is fraught with danger, becoming a hunting ground and slaughterhouse for evil spirits!

Mingzhuo: "Quickly raise the alarm and take a headcount. Don't be alone at this time, or you'll be replaced by evil spirits without even knowing it."

Everyone understood the seriousness of the matter and hurriedly went to summon the monks in the temple.

Seeing Mingzhuo walking towards the backyard, Wunian asked with some confusion, "Master Ruan, aren't you coming with us?"

Mingzhuo: "I have other things to do."

That well was the key point of the formation, but it wasn't the most problematic spot.

She noticed that there were points of leakage of yin energy around the temple, and the most serious one was in the backyard.

It's probably because the midday sun is so strong and the yang energy is so abundant that people easily overlook the existence of the yin energy.

But places where the sun doesn't shine, in the shade of trees, are often the best places to hide.

When Mingzhuo arrived at the back mountain, the temple's warning bell rang loudly.

A monk rushed over in a panic, shouting, "Something terrible has happened..."

Mingzhuo stopped and asked, "What happened?"

Just as the monk was about to speak, a peach wood sword suddenly pierced through him at such a tricky angle that he had no time to dodge. One of his arms was sliced ​​off, and blood gushed out.

The change happened so fast that the monk only felt the pain and screamed when his arm fell to the ground and blood splattered.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry, I don't have time to play along with your act." Ming Zhuo didn't even turn his head.

Pei Di collapsed on the roadside and fell completely asleep, even snoring.

After succeeding, the other party probably wanted to possess Pei Di and pretend to be injured to return to her side.

However, these evil spirits miscalculated one thing: Pei Di was not He Wangyao at all, and was not a suitable vessel for possession.

Mingzhuo noticed that Pei Di and He Wangyao had completely opposite traits back then, which is why he gave Pei Di a willow branch to whip the evil spirit. Pei Di couldn't see the ghost at that time, but he carried it out very well.

His mind was too pure, or as commonly known, too carefree, which is why those evil spirits couldn't find an opening for him for the time being.

However, this won't work if it goes on for too long. After all, it's a demon that crawled out of a mass grave, and it still has ways to deal with a mortal.

Ming Zhuo stuffed a talisman into Pei Di's body, ignored him, and walked straight to a rock and stood there.

This rock looks like a flat stone, but Gu Xu is underneath it.

That's quite a clever trick.

Mingzhu smiled, the peach wood sword flashed, the illusion was broken, she looked at the cave entrance, and jumped down without hesitation.

——

"Zhuozhuo, you're here." Gu Xu smiled.

The ghost glared at Gu Xu with venom, never expecting to fall so easily into the hands of a mortal.

That sword pierced through its heart; it was too domineering. Even with its thousands of years of cultivation, it couldn't withstand it, and its soul gradually dissipated.

It strained to look at Gu Xu and cursed, "Do you think you're so great? You've sold your soul to the evil god; you're destined to die a horrible death..."

The venomous and eerie voice abruptly stopped, and it stared at Mingzhuo in disbelief.

His eyes were filled with shock, resentment, and hatred, but he could no longer utter a sound. The next second, he turned into ashes and vanished into the air.

This time they really died completely, leaving nothing behind.

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