He Qingmo blinked.

Sweat slid down with the flutter of his eyelashes, from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks, like tears that were quickly evaporated.

In fact, his whole body has been soaked in sweat countless times, and he can almost feel the clothes on his back sticking to his flesh, which made Aijie extremely uncomfortable. On weekdays, He Qingmo would have rushed to take a bath ten times. Repeat, until every inch of the skin is kept clean.

There are not a few monks who love cleanliness. It is not uncommon for He Qingmo to be like this. He Qingmo also suddenly has some inappropriate little thoughts at a critical moment. Miscellaneous things that have nothing to do with life and death.

Right now, it is indeed on the verge of danger.

Almost all the survivors of the entire Youdu gathered in the square in front of the imperial city. There were more and more people, and the will-o'-the-wisps attracted by them were overwhelming, and the night sky was almost invisible when they raised their eyes, as if they were the real sky. .

The more people there are, the safer they are. Most of them are ordinary people, and only a small part are monks. The cultivation level of the monks is not too high. Most of these monks passed through Youdu during the Ghost Festival, and stayed to attend the Ghost Festival to watch the excitement. In any case, they never imagined that they would encounter such a catastrophe of life and death.

Sticking to He Qingmo's back was Ghost King Linghuyou.

His body was as cold and hard as cast iron, and he Qingmo felt extremely uncomfortable against his sweaty clothes and flesh.

But he didn't move even a little.

Because he could feel that the pressure on his back was getting stronger and heavier.

This means that the ghost king's spiritual power is also being consumed a lot. Facing these hungry ghost flame evil spirits that have been raised by Wanlian Buddha for many years, even Linghuyou is gradually unable to handle them.

The ghost banner swelled and grew larger in the wind, almost covering most of their heads and blocking most of the ghost attacks for everyone. There is a possibility of being torn.

Xu Jingxian didn't have a magic weapon, so she could only rely on her bare hands, and she was a little bit restrained after all.

He Qingmo's aptitude is not low, but he usually puts all his energy into studying formations, but neglects to practice. At this time, his shortcomings are undoubtedly exposed.

As for He Xiyun and Zhang Zhang, the cultivation of these two people is about the same as that of the other monks present, and the icing on the cake is still not enough. Of course, there is no need to expect extravagant help. At most, they can barely protect themselves. Will sit and wait to die like ordinary people.

All hope rests on the ghost king.

A few years ago, He Qingmo would never have imagined that he would fight side by side with a character like the ghost king, entrusting his life and death.

Because Shenxiao Xianfu claims to be a famous and authentic family, He Qingmo always has such arrogance in his bones. If the monks don't catch his eyes, even if he catches his eyes, he will not take the initiative to make friends. He will only observe each other silently, trying to find out Criticize the other party's shortcomings and exclude them from the list of possible friends.

Therefore, since he left the teacher's school, although he has traveled many places, he still has very few friends, and even a few fellow apprentices couldn't stand his withdrawn temper, dared not speak out, found excuses and slipped away one after another.

The few days he spent with Jiufang Changming, Xu Jingxian, and Linghuyou were the people he had been with the longest since he left the mountain, so much so that at this moment, he had an illusion that if he could escape this calamity today, Maybe when they go back, they will still be able to drink and talk happily, and share their friendship.

But this fleeting illusion was quickly interrupted by a heavy push from the back!

He Qingmo felt that there was a sudden force on his back, which made him unable to hold on for a while, and almost hunched forward and fell forward.

"Linghuyou?!"

He turned his head in amazement, but felt that the right arm of the ghost king who was close to him was wet, and he looked closely at the blood dripping down, and there was already a small puddle.

It turns out that ghosts also have blood?

When this idea came up, He Qingmo was always alert and quickly gathered himself together.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay." Linghu You's voice was still steady, but He Qingmo subconsciously felt something was wrong.

Although the ghost king is a ghost cultivator, he has cultivated a physical body for a long time. He is not afraid of the sun, and it is not surprising that he will bleed. The strange thing is that with Linghuyou's cultivation base, it must be that the situation is not good for him to be injured like this. .

While thinking about it, a strong wind roared in. He Qingmo raised his head, and saw the ghost banner fluttering and agitated. It was stretched to the extreme, and when it was torn, it suddenly broke through the gap, and the black ghost flames immediately poured in from the gap, heading towards them. Jump down!

Everyone was shocked.

Before he had time to think about it, He Qingmo endured the severe pain of chest tightness, and recited the sword formula, and the sword light cut out one by one.

"Spiritual cleansing, five spirits in the heart, Zixuanjie sword, set up the universe, order!"

After all, the magical soldiers of Shenxiao Xianfu are extraordinary, and combined with He Qingmo's own spiritual power, they can barely protect the surrounding area.

But others were not so lucky. There were screams one after another, and many people were knocked to the ground by the ghost flames. Those ghost flames became weaker and stronger, and rushed to devour them madly. In just a moment, the vitality soul was sucked alive. Only one shriveled corpse remained.

The same is true for several others.

Those ghost flames "eat" a person, climbed up from the corpse, and almost didn't need any time to find it, and then rushed to the next hunted person at will.

Among the crowd, there were screams for help one after another. Many people fled out in a panic and scattered, which gave the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The scattered crowd is like fleeing fat sheep. If they are bitten on the neck, they are unable to return to heaven. They fall to the ground and struggle fiercely, and finally become a delicious meal for evil spirits.

He Qingmo's heart sank little by little.

He also began to feel powerless.

The hand holding the sword was sore and numb, but he didn't dare to let go easily, because once he let go, what awaited him would be a frenzied counterattack, and as soon as he fell, Linghuyou's back would be empty immediately, and he would suffer the same disaster.

But the eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and He Qingmo didn't know how long he could last.

He only hopes that in the dark night, someone will break the boundless darkness and give everyone hope of rebirth, even if it is slight, it can also arouse infinite fighting spirit. Many, the weak defeated the strong, and now it was my turn to realize that it was extremely difficult and almost a miracle.

However, a miracle actually happened.

The golden light floated beside the clouds, breaking the darkness of the night, and incidentally piercing through the sky occupied by ghost flames.

He Qingmo heard a voice in his ear.

"Hearing the sound is like a Buddha, and the Dharma is in the heart."

Although the voice was pleasant, it was very strange. He seemed to have never heard it before, so he could only judge from this that the person who made the voice had a very high level of cultivation, almost on par with the ghost king, maybe even half a step better.

With this sound, most of the ghost flames scattered away, but they were sucked away with a howl. The clouds and the moon were cleared, and the light and fog dispersed. A person came from a distance with a Zen stick in his hand.

Then He Qingmo heard another voice.

"Walk away from all evil, and keep your noble spirit forever."

There seems to be a connection between the front and the back, and there is a tacit understanding.

It's Jiufang Changming!

The tone was a little weak, but it was as steady as Mount Tai. The golden light opened the way, and a huge eagle swooped down from the sky, breaking through a large piece of ghost flames, swallowing them all, and then turned into black ash with a huff, and fell to the ground one after another.

This is Jiufang Changming's art of controlling objects and transforming gods.

He Qingmo suddenly turned his head—

Sure enough, behind them was the figure of Jiufang Changming!

Ghost Flame suddenly dispersed as if smelling a fishy smell, and separated towards the two of them.

This gave Linghuyou and the others a chance to catch their breath, and the crowd regrouped one after another. Those who fled in all directions also realized their stupidity, and all fled back one after another.

The ghost suppressing banner was broken, so the ghost king simply tore the banner into pieces and threw it everywhere. The banner fell to the ground and turned into a black command flag, standing upright on the ground.

But their enemies are not only the ghost flames and demonic energy in front of them, but also the Eight Thousand Lotuses and Eight Saints.

In order to break the formation, Sun Buku did not entangle the eight people to death, but directly teleported to the core of Wanlian Buddha through the formation eye, and fought with Chunchi. Now that Chunchi is dead, the centipede of Wanlian Buddha, Dead but not stiff, Eight Sages are still guarding Bajiao on the outskirts, remotely controlling ghost flames to attack everyone.

Things have come to this point, Youdu is like Shura Purgatory, and most of Wanlian Buddha Land has been destroyed, the other party must have the determination to never die, even if they can't kill them all, they will die together.

But everyone, including He Qingmo, didn't want to die.

It was this slight thought of survival that supported them so hard that they waited for reinforcements.

The glazed golden bead stick in Sun Buku's hand was extremely dazzling, almost becoming the only most eye-catching existence in the darkness.

He waved his Zen stick, and swept towards the thickest part of the black flames first, breaking through the darkness with golden light, with a decisive posture without hesitation, the wind and thunder were faint, wide open and closed, every gesture was masculine, and it was indistinguishable from this gloomy and indistinguishable ghost Flames are in stark contrast.

Everyone was exhausted by Wan Lian Buddha, but now they saw Sun Buku make a move, they immediately lifted their spirits, and they realized that this is the demeanor of Buddhism.

Looking at the Wanlian Eight Sages looming in the ghost flames, they look like demons.

Jiufang Changming is another style.

His Immortal Transformation God has reached the state of ecstasy, he raised his sleeves and waved his robe, and the black wind turned into thousands of crows and sparrows, fluttering and flying towards the ghost flame, and eating insects seemed to be pecked with open mouth.

The ghost flames that these birds can eat are too little, and they are fragile. When they are swept by the ghost flames, they flutter their wings and disappear on the ground. However, they cannot withstand the huge number, and quickly form a high wall, which slowly blocks the ghost flames.

I saw Jiufang Changming standing in front of the high wall, with his back to them, dancing wildly in his robes and sleeves, but his body was as motionless as a mountain, which made people feel at ease.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he hasn't completely relaxed yet, at least half of the pressure has been shared.

It feels good to have thick thighs hugging.

Xu Jingxian was a little worried.

The time she has been with Chang Ming is not too short. From seeing the Blood Sect to Jiuchongyuan, she has come all the way, and she is very clear about Chang Ming's initial state.

Sick, with no spiritual power.

When she didn't know his identity, because of that handsome face, Xu Jingxian didn't bother him too much. Of course, she now felt that she was very wise and left a way out for herself at that time.

Later, in Jiuchongyuan, although Jiufang Changming slowly recovered his cultivation, and in the end, according to his own statement, nine out of ten recovered, but after such a tossing all the way, Xu Jingxian watched, even a great master, I am afraid that he will also suffer from internal injuries. What's more, there are all demons and ghosts in Wanlian Buddha's land, and the enemies they face are unprecedentedly powerful. Although she doesn't know what Jiufang Changming, Yun Weisi and others have experienced in the core of Buddha's land, she can imagine that it must be It's been a tough fight.

"Senior, are you okay?"

Xu Jingxian moved to the other side step by step and asked in a low voice.

It felt wrong just getting close.

Because she smelled blood.

The blood energy that was so thick that it couldn't be melted radiated from the opponent's body, and it was almost impossible to be mistaken.

Xu Jingxian hurriedly made a move, and the spiritual power formed a barrier in front of the two of them, preventing the ghost flame from breaking through the high walls of the puppet crows and sparrows to break in.

Changming hummed, it sounded quite stable, Xu Jingxian couldn't see any blood on his body for a while, so he just pretended that there was no serious problem, and asked with a sigh of relief: "Have you seen the suzerain, senior?"

They came here to save Zhou Ke, and the other party used Zhou Ke as bait, so they probably wouldn't kill him easily.

"he died."

Xu Jingxian suspected that she had heard wrong, and was taken aback for a moment.

She couldn't help but look at Changming.

In the night, there was an almost cold and blunt luster on the side of the other party, as alienated as ice and snow, not to be approached or offended.

Xu Jingxian was full of questions, but she couldn't ask them at this time, because the situation in front of her couldn't allow distractions.

It's just that her mood inevitably became chaotic. For a while, the rabbit died and the fox sighed sadly, secretly seeing the blood sect's decline since then, and for a while, she thought of the crocodile silk that she had never seen before. She had never seen it since Zhou Ke promised. The shadow, I'm afraid I won't be able to get it in this life.

The sea of ​​consciousness was chaotic and distracted, only to hear a scream in the ear, and ghost flames tore through the gaps in the crows and sparrows and rushed in, attacking them!

Xu Jingxian shot without even thinking about it, but was still half a step too late, the gap was torn open in one big piece, Ghost Flame jumped over their heads, and rushed directly to the crowd behind them!

…

Linghuyou is different from others, he can hear ghost language.

Those meaningless howls in the ears of others, but to Linghuyou, it was those ghosts expressing their hearts.

Here, the soul here is more delicious, he is a monk!

I want to eat him, I want to use the dead body to resurrect my soul, I want to be a human again, I don't want to be a ghost anymore, I am so miserable, I am so miserable!

Damn you all! Why do I suffer so much, you can still live, you go to die too!

I am in pain, my whole body is in pain, who will save me!

…

All sorts of strange words poured into the sea of ​​consciousness, madness and confusion, murderous indignation, filled with all kinds of evil thoughts and desires in human nature, and some even sensed Linghuyou's heart and urged him to turn to them.

You are obviously a ghost cultivator, why do you want to help others? Do you think that if you help them, they will appreciate you? Humans and ghosts have different paths, they will never be able to let go of their guard against you!

Come here, we are the same kind!

Are you hesitating? Is it because of the person behind you? He is just being hypocritical because he wants to save his own life. Once we are destroyed, you will be abandoned too. Never underestimate the maliciousness of people's hearts!

He is just using you!

kill him!

We can give you stronger power and let you stand on top of all ghosts again!

kill him!

These voices washed away layer by layer in the ghost king's sea of ​​consciousness, trying every means to shake his mind.

He Qingmo keenly felt the tremors of the people behind him, only when he was injured, he couldn't help being distracted and slightly turned his head and shouted: "Are you okay!"

Linghuyou didn't answer.

He was originally a ghost cultivator. Although those ghosts were talking nonsense, there was one sentence that was not wrong. Humans and ghosts have different paths. It is impossible to say that it will not be messed up, and it will have no effect at all.

He Qingmo felt something was wrong, he couldn't help turning his head, but just in time to see a wave of ghost flames coming, and Linghuyou still didn't realize it, and didn't plan to make a move.

It was too late to say it, but He Qingmo didn't have time to think about it, and subconsciously threw him down with his body.

The next moment, all the ghost flames hit his back!

He Qingmo spurted out a mouthful of blood, splashing the head and face of the people under him.

He was drowsy, with no strength in his body, he felt tightly encircled by a pair of cold arms, and was taken up again, his body was up and down, the bumps made him sick, ghost energy entered his body, He Qingmo's body gradually As it got colder, the color of her lips also turned gray.

Ghost Flame failed in one blow, and roared again, but saw Ghost King suddenly raised his hand, his eyes turned cold, and the black command flags inserted everywhere flew up at the same time, turning into streams of fire and shooting at Hei Yan, and exploded loudly. open!

Gui Yan howled and fled in all directions, and began to break away from the control of Wan Lian Ba ​​Sheng.

Here's an opportunity!

Sun Buku and Jiufang Changming will never let go!

The two once parted ways, but now they meet again because of a common enemy, and even joined forces to resist the enemy after many years.

"Every law can't be done, I am the law!"

"The way of heaven is omnipotent, the sun and the moon obey it, and I will go out on orders, and Kyushu will not disobey!"

The formulas of the two were spoken almost at the same time.

Xu Jingxian had never heard the formulas that Chang Ming chanted, and the latter chanted so fast that he couldn't even hear clearly when he was distracted.

She intuitively felt that this formula was very powerful, but she had never seen Jiufang Changming or anyone else use it before.

As soon as the thought came up, the ground trembled, and the golden purple light exploded in the black flames!

Following the Eternal Brightness Jue, the stars in the night sky twinkled and soon became one piece, falling like meteorites, slashing towards the world, and falling everywhere where the Eight Sages of the Thousand Lotuses were, completely destroying the formation.

The golden statue of Buddha appeared behind Sun Buku, and the mouth of the Buddha opened and closed, as if chanting in sync with Sun Buku.

The golden light became more and more intense, until everyone couldn't help covering it with their hands, until the golden light completely engulfed the black flame, and all the fleeing evil spirits were wiped out, turned into light spots, and disappeared without a trace.

Looking around, it was a mess.

Other than that, Xu Jingxian couldn't think of any other words to describe it.

After a big battle, she exhausted her spiritual power and suffered a lot of injuries. After all, her cultivation base was deep and her life was spared. Fortunately, there were no fatal injuries, but others were not so lucky. He Qingmo fell into the arms of the ghost king and became unconscious. He Xiyun and others The person also disappeared, Xu Jingxian staggered towards the direction of Jiufang Changming.

The latter was standing upright, but fell forward without warning!

Xu Jingxian was taken aback, when she was about to reach out, someone was faster than her.

Sun Buku picked her up and glanced at her.

Xu Jingxian didn't care about other things, seeing that Sun Buku seemed to acquiesce in following, she hurried forward and went to look at Jiufang Changming naturally.

Seeing this, she couldn't help being startled.

The frosty white that was originally only at the ends of the hair has spread a lot upwards, even nearly half of it.

"Principal Sun, I wonder if it would be convenient to inform Yun Weisi about Brother Yun's situation?"

Xu Jingxian played a trick.

She knew that the Buddhist sect didn't want to see the demon sect, so if she asked Zhou Ke directly, Sun Buku might not be willing to answer, but if it was Yun Weisi, she might be able to open up the chatterbox and make friends.

"He's bewitched." Sun Buku was really happy, but what he said was shocking.

"Yes, crazy?" Xu Jingxian frowned.

"Demon energy has entered the body, and it has become a half-demon."

"The injury of Senior Jiufang?"

"He did it."

Xu Jingxian's expression changed slightly, and the scene where Xindao Jiuchongyuan turned against each other, is it going to happen again?

But from Yun Weisi's words and deeds in the past, it was clear that he was nostalgic for his teacher, and later he gradually recovered his sanity, no different from ordinary people, and he would change as he said.

Sun Buku seemed to see her thoughts, and described the thrilling moment in a few words.

"Zhou Ke is dead, one of them wants to save, the other wants to kill, Yun Weisi became a demon because of this."

Xu Jingxian subconsciously asked, "Why did Yun Weisi kill Sect Master Zhou?"

Sun Buku sighed slightly: "This is a game."

This is a game that he knows is death, but he can't resist.

Everyone is in the game, going around and around, and the authorities are confused.

There is only one person who is willing to escape from death and try to break the situation.

That person is Yun Weisi.

And it was Jiufang Changming who made him a breaker with his life.