"Haha, King Pingdeng, you're joking. We're just here to watch the fun. Even a clay Buddha crossing the river can't save himself. I dare not cause any trouble."
The Bodhisattva King of Ghosts spoke with a smile.
The boy's eyes were full of fighting spirit and he was eager to try.
"It's you..." King Pingdeng stared at the young man, stunned for a moment, and suddenly an unprecedented strong murderous intent burst out in his eyes.
"Hundreds of years ago, you rebelled against the Daoist Alliance and survived by taking over other people's bodies. You used the lives of children to live out your next life!"
"Zuo Yi, you're not dead yet?"
The young man smiled, as if he was very disdainful. He neither answered nor made any movement. He just stared calmly at the soul-calming coffin in the distance.
The murderous intent surging from King Pingdeng continued to fluctuate.
If it weren't for the fact that Wei Wei Yincao had really run into big trouble recently and the other kings were unable to take action, he would have killed this young man at this moment no matter what.
…
Every battle situation is terrifying.
The focus of everyone's attention is still the Soul-Suppressing Coffin. Whether Wei Wudi's breakthrough is successful or not will affect the outcome of today's chaos.
Obviously, the Dark Alliance will not let him pass the tribulation so easily.
Soon, two more terrifying figures walked out of the fog and approached the Soul-Suppressing Coffin.
Fortunately, two deep shouts were heard.
"The underworld, Xunhe City Branch, Chen Xing'an, I understand."
"Hell, Wangjiang City Branch, Zhang Mu, hehe, I'll kill you!"
Four grand masters fought together again.
But this time, the people coming here from the underworld seemed to be completely exhausted. When a beautiful girl wearing Miao costume and playing a bone flute walked out of the mist, no one could stop her.
In the melodious sound of the flute.
Countless poisonous creatures crawled out and followed the girl in dense groups, which made people's scalps tingle.
“It’s her!?”
"The Black Miao Saint Wu Duo?"
"Hiss...Stay away, don't get affected."
"Her poison can even kill a Grandmaster!"
Not only that, a large group of densely packed figures appeared in the fog on the other side, led by a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, like an elite white-collar worker in the boss's company.
He was beating a drum in his hands.
The dense drum beats and the strange rhythm make people feel very uncomfortable.
A group of hideous ghosts followed behind him, some of them even had blood-red clothes on!
What's even more terrifying is that there is an old ghost in coarse linen clothes on his left, with an unfathomable aura, and it turned out to be an evil spirit!
"Is it someone from the Ghost Refining Sect?"
"I actually created a vicious spirit. How terrifying!"
"Is this the elder of this sect, or is it the deputy sect leader himself?"
"I've met the Ghost Refining Sect's Great Elder before. His methods are incredibly cruel. He once refined a remote town in a small country alive, and nearly 10,000 people became food for the ghost horde behind him!"
That’s not all.
From another direction came a strange beating sound and the sound of a wooden fish knocking.
Then a strange man walked out. His head was as big as a bucket, his earlobes were wide and long, even hanging down to his shoulders, he had a hump nose, and a long and wide mouth.
He has a kind face and always smiles.
This is what is often called the Maitreya appearance or the auspicious appearance, but this person's appearance is a bit exaggerated. He doesn't look like a normal person at all, but more like a clay doll, which is why he looks so round.
This "Maitreya monk" was beating the wooden fish in his hand, and behind him were several strange shrines jumping on the ground.
There was a baby head in each shrine, which now showed the same compassionate smile as him.
"Haha, Amitabha, it's the responsibility of the clay Buddha to help people cross the sea. Brother Wudi is crossing the river of life and death, so I should lend you a helping hand!"
He spoke with a smile, but the murderous intent in his eyes was as cold as frost.
The three great masters surrounded them step by step.
In front of the Soul-Calming Coffin, there was only a young man holding a hammer, who had difficulty even standing under their pressure.
At this moment, all the onlookers showed smiling expressions.
The outcome of this battle seemed to have been decided.
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