"elder brother?!!"
After Ji Jinshu stopped, he moved his gaze to the side, a little surprised.
"Sixth Brother, Senior Brother Gong! Why are you here too?"
Hearing the movement behind him, Ji Jinshu moved to the side and manually asked the fifth senior sister who was chasing him to stop.
"Junior Sister, why did you stop? You didn't chase me anymore? I haven't thrown away all the things yet."
Looking at the expression of his junior sister, Tang Feiwan seemed to feel several pairs of eyes falling on him. He turned his head and was stunned.
Senior Brother!
And... why is Sixth Junior Brother hanging on to the Big Brother?
Jin Sui's eyes were full of disgust.
No future.
He dragged Shanglu down without mercy.
Shang Lu: Senior Brother, you were shaking just now.
All the ghosts in the entire Wuliang City were forced out, and there was no time for them to reminisce about the past. After reuniting with the eldest brother and his group, Ji Jinshu immediately stepped forward and asked.
"Big Brother, have they caught up?"
"He's dead. The incident in Wuling City was caused by him."
"The fox ran away."
After Jin Sui finished speaking, Ji Jinshu was a little surprised.
That white fox was actually able to break out of this formation! This is something her father left behind.
Ji Jinyao: "My Yueyin Pendant reacted at that time, so there must be someone outside helping me."
The ghosts nearby were scared away by the scene just now. The surroundings seemed a little empty. Pei Ge couldn't help but ask, "The whole city is full of ghosts. It seems something is wrong."
There are ghosts who want to escape from the ghost city.
"We must not let them escape and harm other monks. Should we just fight them to the bitter end?"
Yi Jin: "Then when can we fight? There won't be enough time to replenish our spiritual energy."
His Lingtian Tower is filled with ghosts.
"Hui Neng and several Buddhist monks from the Western Regions are here too. We're chasing the ghosts towards the City Lord's Mansion, and they're all there."
Her purple jade soul gourd was also full.
Throw it to Huineng for salvation.
If they rely on themselves, how long will it take to defeat so many ghosts?
Upon learning that there were Buddhist practitioners present, the few of them felt relieved and then dispersed and flew in all directions.
…
The open space in the City Lord's Mansion.
Several Buddhist practitioners sat on the ground, chanting the mantra of rebirth.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew.
The ghost that was being liberated suddenly struggled violently.
The wails of ghosts rose and fell, and the resentment and unwillingness mixed in became even stronger.
The Buddhist practitioners looked solemn and the beads in their hands turned faster.
The cold wind is strong.
One of the wooden fish was blown away.
After Huineng had saved the soul of a ghost, he opened his eyes instantly and caught the flying wooden fish.
All the ghosts being liberated were sucked away.
The Buddhist practitioners immediately stood up.
"Oh no! Quickly form a formation!"
Upon hearing this, several Buddhist practitioners from the Western Regions quickly formed a defensive formation.
The scriptures were constantly being recited.
Huineng quickly put away the Purple Jade Soul Gourd.
This looks like a good thing, but he can't afford to pay for it if it breaks.
Looking at the common Vajra Demon Subduing Formation they had arranged, and with the roar of the Ghost King appearing, Huineng decisively joined in.
I didn’t expect that there was a ghost king-level ghost hidden in the Wuliang City.
A cold wind swept through the entire City Lord's Mansion.
A storm formed, and the Buddhist monks were enveloped in it, constantly attacking Huineng and his companions.
The Ghost King was standing above them, his voice full of mockery, and he slapped the Buddhist cultivator in the center of the storm with one palm.
He actually touched its food.
When I woke up, the food was almost gone.
These people are simply tired of living.
Upon seeing this, Huineng quickly summoned his magic wand.
He pointed at the ground, and golden light became brighter. The phantom of a golden bell immediately covered them and blocked the Ghost King's palm.
Although the Buddhist cultivator who led the Western Regions did not open his eyes, he was still chanting scriptures. A voice entered Huineng's mind, "Thank you."
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