Xiaoyao followed the little guy all the way, finally stopping in front of his room.
Xiaoyao looked at the little guy with a puzzled expression, "Is the solution you mentioned here?"
The little guy nodded, "That's right, don't you have a lot of jars in your room?"
Xiaoyao was taken aback. "The jar? You mean those sealed evil spirits?"
The little guy nodded, "That's right, as long as Sixth Brother has enough Yin energy, he can become stronger. You open those jars and let Sixth Brother absorb all those evil spirits, and he will become even stronger."
Xiaoyao frowned, somewhat hesitant. "This method might work, but most of those are evil spirits sealed by Master, and their power is extremely strong. If even one of them escapes, it will surely bring a huge disaster."
"And whether they are willing to submit to the Sixth Prince is still an unknown..."
There are too many variables in this matter, and if one thing is not done well, the consequences will be very serious.
The little guy looked at him and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here. I'm best at persuading evil spirits, they'll definitely listen to me."
As he spoke, he raised his small fist in front of Xiaoyao.
"I can also try to persuade them; I'm sure they'll be reasonable." Little Hu Hai stepped forward, his gaze fixed intently on Xiao Yao.
Looking at the two little ones, and recalling how the Ghost King had been so obsequious just now, he hesitated for a moment, then said, "Follow me!"
The three entered the room, and Xiaoyao broke the seal on the jar, from which one evil spirit after another flew out.
"Finally! Finally out! I'm finally free!"
The little guy stared at the mischievous creature with a gleeful tone, "You either submit to Sixth Brother, or I'll beat you to death!"
The dark aura paused, then spoke with a mocking tone, "You? Little brat, are you drunk from drinking milk? Come on! This handsome man will let you have three punches first!"
"boom!"
With a deafening roar, the voice of the black mist grew increasingly fearful: "No! Don't attack!"
"Don't hit my little darling! I was wrong!"
"I'll do whatever you say! I'll do whatever you say, just stop hitting me!"
Little Hu Hai silently drew his longsword, his gaze falling on a cloud of black mist. He mimicked the little guy's mannerisms, saying, "You either submit to Sixth Brother, or you die!"
Countless evil spirits never imagined that being released would be far more miserable than being trapped in the jar.
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Inside the hall, as the giant hand swept down, Ying Liu once again channeled his Yin energy to block it, attempting to contend with it.
But that power was so strong that the overwhelming Yin energy was dispersed by the powerful Buddha when it came into contact with the giant hand.
Then, endless Buddhist energy surged down, causing Ying Liu's body to be shot out and crash to the ground with a "bang," creating a huge crater.
The abbot's gaze was cold. "Fortunately, I discovered it early. Otherwise, if you had grown up, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"
Ying Liu stood up, his body covered in wounds, and his tattered clothes revealed flesh scorched by the Buddha's light. He spat out another mouthful of black blood.
Under the fierce attack of the Great Arhat's golden body, his physical body suffered extremely severe internal injuries, and his soul was also greatly damaged, causing his consciousness to become blurred.
He struggled to stay conscious and looked at Ying Zheng, "Father, if I die here, can you promise me you won't seek revenge?"
Ying Zheng's eyes darkened slightly, and he remained silent.
Seeing this, Ying Liu raised his voice, "Promise me, Father! Why won't you promise me?!"
Ying Zheng raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes flashing with cold light, "If you die here, I will make the entire Hanshan Temple pay with its life!"
His voice was firm and resolute, exuding a powerful imperial aura. Neither Buddhist nor Yin energy dared to approach Ying Zheng for a moment.
If he had known Ying Liu's intentions, he would have had the abbot's head chopped off long ago.
Ying Liu's expression froze, and he stared blankly at Ying Zheng. "I don't want anyone else to suffer because of me."
Over the years, my mother has been plagued by evil spirits, unable to sleep or eat properly, and spends her days in tears.
He knew how suffocating that feeling was, and he didn't want to experience it a second time, nor did he want anyone else to fall into that predicament because of him.
Even if he dies.
Ying Zheng looked at him and said, "Since that's the case, then you stand still and beat that bald monk until his head is bleeding, so he knows you're not someone to be trifled with!"
"This is what you, as a member of the royal family, should be doing, not thinking about what happens after you die before the battle is even over!"
His words struck like a thunderbolt, and Ying Liu's gaze hardened. "I! Must win!"
Upon seeing this, the Ghost King frowned. "The Golden Body of a Great Arhat is so powerful; you can't just win by shouting."
Just then, a surge of yin energy suddenly erupted outside the hall, and countless chilling voices rang out, "Sixth Brother, who is Sixth Brother?"
"Sixth Brother, where are you?"
Countless streams of black energy roared in and surged into the main hall.
Ying Liu looked at the black mist with a puzzled expression. "Sixth Brother? Is that me?"
He'd heard that nickname quite a few times, since the little guy always called him that.
The yin energy glanced at him and saw that he was holding the Soul Flute in his hand. "It's you, the owner of the Soul Flute!"
As soon as it finished speaking, it moved swiftly and rushed towards the Myriad Souls Flute.
Countless black wisps followed closely behind, all rushing into the Myriad Souls Flute. Each of these black wisps possessed extremely powerful Yin energy.
The abbot frowned. "Where did so many powerful evil spirits come from?"
He could sense that those evil spirits were extremely powerful, and he feared that even he would have to put in a lot of effort to dispel them.
As the black energy surged in, the aura of the Myriad Souls Flute surged, and endless Yin energy emerged, flowing into Ying Liu's body.
As that aura surged in, countless black runes carrying a chilling aura began to emerge in Ying Liu's mind.
Deciphering the profound meaning of those runes, Ying Liu was slightly surprised, "The Asura Ghost Appearance?"
"The second stage of the Soul Flute?"
Sensing the sudden surge in Ying Liu's aura, the abbot's eyes widened in alarm, "Not good!"
With a thought, he raised the golden Arhat's hand, pressing down on Ying Liu with boundless Buddhist intent.
A powerful aura swept up, its terrifying force clearly intended to kill Ying Liu in one strike.
Having grasped the meaning, Ying Liu played the Ten Thousand Souls Flute, and instantly endless Yin energy surged forth. The powerful Yin energy roared out, directly breaking through the roof and reaching the sky.
The strength of this yin energy was vastly different from what it had been before.
"Come out, Asura Demon."
As Ying Liu uttered a soft whisper, a massive figure wielding a large sword and clad in black armor emerged from the yin energy.
Its huge, round eyes flashed red, and its body exuded endless killing intent, like the arrival of Yama, the King of Hell.
In an instant, the entire arena was enveloped by that terrifying aura, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, chilling the soul to the bone!
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