The person who spoke, a bhikshuni in a monk's robe, was standing five or six meters away from the three of them. Judging by the way she looks, she must have been standing here for a while. But neither the three of them nor the black bear spirit could detect her existence before the bhikshuni spoke.

It can be seen from this that this bhikshuni is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Who are you?" Yan Liting asked in a deep voice with a frown, taking a step sideways and guarding Zhao Ling behind her. Before figuring out whether the other party was friend or foe, she really didn't dare to let her guard down.

However, what Yan Liting never expected was that the bhikshuni suddenly disappeared from her field of vision. A second later, the bhikshuni appeared behind her, ignored him, and just placed a hand like white jade on Zhao Ling's forehead, and began to chant an obscure incantation in Sanskrit.

"What do you want to do to her?" Yan Liting was shocked, quickly turned around, raised the demon chain in her hand, and was ready to attack this bhikshuni.

Don't say hurriedly stopped: "Don't do it, she is healing Miss Zhao's injuries!" Unlike Yan Liting, he heard a little clue from the scriptures recited by the bhikshunis, and knew that the other party was not torturing Zhao Ling.

Yan Liting gave up at this time, but before she figured out the identity of this bhikshuni, she didn't dare to take it lightly.

Five or six minutes later, the bhikshuni withdrew the hand that had been placed on Zhao Ling's forehead. Zhao Ling, on the other hand, slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep standing like this.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Zhao Ling's body immediately floated, and then slowly lay flat on the ground.

When the bhikshuni had done all this, he had been standing by and did not dare to say anything, so he pronounced the Buddha's name and asked, "Thank you, Venerable for your help." I don't know, which sect is the disciple of the Master, and what is the Dharma name?"

The bhikshuni replied, "Amitabha, the poor nun is a disciple of Lingshan. Law No....... Clear-mindedness. ”

You can't say it: "It turned out to be a Mingxin master, and you can't say it in the next Dharma number...... Well, I mean, my name is not to be said, not to say that I can't tell you my name. Who knows what my master, who has little roots in his head, was thinking when he gave me a law name, and actually pressed a law name for me that is so easy to misunderstand. ”

Originally, he was still entangled in his law name, and he was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to come from Lingshan!

Mingxin nodded: "Now is not the time to speak. Please two of you to get these individuals out of here as soon as possible. With that, she walked towards the abandoned factory covered in black fog.

Don't say hurriedly persuaded: "This factory has now become a ghost, and I can't go." ”

Ming said without looking back: "It is precisely because it has become a ghostly ghost that I want to go." ”

I can't say that I still want to persuade, but wisps of green and pink light bloomed from under Mingxin's feet, turned into a nine-petal lotus flower in full bloom, and flew into the abandoned factory area shrouded in black fog.

"This ...... This is...... Buddha Lotus Nine Rank Buddha Lotus?Oh my God, she actually has a Nine Rank Buddha Lotus?" couldn't say that his mouth opened wide in shock. I couldn't close it for a long time.

The Nine Grades of Buddha Lotus is not an extraordinary thing, but a treasure of Buddhism! Those who can be recognized and become its masters are all masters who have great wisdom, great wisdom roots, and great hope of attaining Bodhi!

But this pretty nun is only in her twenties at most. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a teacher who is proficient in latitude and has great wisdom. But the nine-rank Buddha lotus she stepped on under her feet was real. By having to say how much doubt you do.

Looking at the bright heart of stepping on the nine-grade Buddha lotus, like a bodhisattva coming into the world, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I didn't expect it." Puling Mountain is still there, and there will be such a character. It seems that this Mingxin master is very likely to inherit the clothes handed down by the Buddha, and even attain Bodhi......"

Yan Liting, who was on the side, reached out and patted his oily, sweaty head, and said, "Okay, don't be emotional, hurry up and call the special service team and ask them to rush here to help us deal with the aftermath." There was too much commotion today, and although this space was isolated by ghosts, the surrounding villages were afraid that they had all seen and heard the vision here. We have to get everything in order before the news gets out. If tonight's events are leaked on the Internet, it will cause an uproar, or even a panic frenzy!"

"You're right, we have to hurry up to make ......" Bu Yan nodded, quickly took out his mobile phone from the monk's robe, dialed the team leader's phone, and concisely described the location of the abandoned factory and what happened, urging the arranger to hurry over to help with the aftermath.

After making the call, he couldn't say that he looked at Mingxin, who had already entered the abandoned factory, and asked Yan Liting beside him: "You say, can she help Mr. Wang get out of this damn ghost......

Yan Liting said: "It should be able to ...... No, it's definitely ......" She said this, not because she had much confidence in Mingxin, but because she desperately hoped that Wang Ming would be able to get out of this netherworld ghost smoothly.

He nodded and did not speak again.

As soon as he entered the abandoned factory area that had become a ghost, the billowing black fog was like a hideous ancient beast, rushing towards Mingxin from all directions. There are even ghost pawns, ghost warriors and ghost generals wearing armor and holding sharp blades, hiding in this billowing black fog, trying to wait for an opportunity to sneak attack Mingxin. For them, the flesh and blood of human beings, especially the flesh and blood of cultivators, was a great tonic comparable to a panacea!

Facing the black mist that came from all directions, as well as the countless ghost cultivators hiding in the black mist, Mingxin's face sank like water, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest. She clasped her hands together, opened her mouth lightly, and recited the "Mantra of Death" with a crisp voice comparable to Huang Peng.

Wisps of golden Buddha light were released from her body, condensed and formed behind her, turning into a golden body of a bodhisattva several meters high and shining with golden light.

The billowing black mist that had been rushing towards her was like seeing a nemesis, and it withdrew several times faster than it had surged over. Those ghost cultivators who were hiding in the black fog were also frightened and frightened, keeping a certain distance from her. Don't dare to rush forward and attack.

Mingxin didn't pay attention to these ghost cultivators, so he walked step by step to the abandoned factory where Wang Ming was.

When he was still a few meters away from the abandoned factory, Mingxin could finally hear the sound of fighting coming from this factory. It turned out that the black fog that enveloped the entire abandoned factory area could not only obstruct people's vision, but also limit the transmission of sound. This is the unspeakable voice of Weishenme standing outside the abandoned factory with Yan Liting, and he can't hear the sound made by Wang Ming when he fights with the Ghost Emperor and the Ghost King.

This is a small shijie.

"You really didn't disappoint the Buddha, I didn't expect it to grow to this point so quickly......" The expression on Mingxin's face changed for the first time, and a faint smile appeared. appeared at the corner of her mouth.

When he arrived at the gate of this abandoned factory, Mingxin finally saw the situation inside.

Of the nine ghost kings, there are only three left at the moment. However, all three of them are high-level ghost kings with extremely strong ghost arts, and their strength is comparable to that of cultivators in the early stage of the earth. And the ghost emperor, who was equivalent to the peak cultivator of the Great Emperor, had already broken through the entanglement of Wang Ming's magic weapon at this moment, and together with the three ghost kings, surrounded Wang Ming, and kept launching an offensive.

Rao is like this, relying on Wang Ming, who can only play three percent of his cultivation. With his powerful fist techniques and a large number of extremely powerful Dao techniques, as well as his sturdy golden body, he still blocked the strong attack launched by one Ghost Emperor and three Ghost Kings.

However, since the mournful sound of the flute sounded just now, a tumbling black mist appeared in this abandoned factory. Coming out of these black fogs. Although they are not powerful ghosts like the Ghost Emperor or the Ghost King, they are all high-level ghost cultivators with big bows!

These high-level ghost cultivators are after they appear. did not rush up and confront Wang Ming head-on, but gathered around, stretched his bow and shot at Wang Ming.

If it's a normal arrow. Wang Ming naturally didn't take it to heart. However, the arrows shot by these high-level ghost generals were all ghostly arrows full of resentment, anger, and anger.

If it was just one or two ghost arrows, Wang Ming might not take it to heart. However, the number of spectral spirit arrows that were fired from the bows of these high-level demon generals was hundreds or thousands every second. Even though it did not achieve the effect of covering the sky and the sun, it was dense like locusts. Even though Wang Ming had a sturdy Vajra body, he didn't dare to let it go, allowing so many ghostly spirit arrows to swarm at him. Because these Nether Arrows can stimulate the divine soul, a single negligence will make the opponent's Ghost Emperor catch the flaw, not to mention that he is still in the opponent's big array!

Because he had to be distracted to deal with waves of ghost arrows, Wang Ming was a little tired under the joint attack of the Ghost Emperor and the Ghost King, and gradually fell behind.

Under such circumstances, Wang Ming didn't think about using his escape technique to escape from here. However, when he performed the escape technique, he found that this abandoned factory area that had been reduced to a ghostly ghost had already been banned, and he could not use the escape technique at all, so he could only rely on his own strength to break out!

But how easy is it to break through? While Wang Ming was thinking hard about how to break the enemy, the corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of Mingxin who appeared at the door of the abandoned factory.

Wang Ming was stunned for a moment, and then he sensed the powerful spiritual power flowing in Ming Xin's body. Judging from the vastness of this spiritual power, although Mingxin's cultivation is not as good as Wang Ming, it has also entered the realm of the Great Emperor Period!

Wang Ming had seen Mingxin, but he had seen it in Lingshan at the beginning, and the other party was just a weak elf.

Although he picked a lot of elixirs at that time, Wang Ming did not ingest the treasures that had become elves. And today, the other party has reached the emperor period!

Although he didn't know Mingxin's appearance at the time, Wang Ming felt the breath of the past, and the second time he felt it, he could naturally know who it was!

This cultivation speed is on par with Wang Ming!

But Mingxin is not like this, she can have such a high cultivation in such a short period of time, she must have an enviable adventure!

However, now is not the time to explore these things.

Just as Mingxin stepped into this abandoned factory, Wang Ming opened his mouth and let out a fierce roar, urging all the spiritual power in his body, completely giving up defense, and launching a wave of fierce offensive similar to fighting for his life towards the Ghost Emperor and the Ghost King!

"One punch to determine the ...... of the world"

Wang Ming's giant fist suddenly bloomed with a light as dazzling as the scorching sun. All of a sudden, there was a misunderstanding. It was as if the sun that should have been in the sky had fallen into this abandoned factory.

At the same time as Wang Ming launched an attack, Mingxin's hands also formed a magic seal, and he shouted softly: "Prisoner ......"

The Bodhisattva Dharma Body standing behind Ming Xin suddenly turned into thousands of golden rays of light, like a storm, sweeping towards the high-level ghost cultivators holding big bows around them. At the same time, the nine lotus petals of the nine-rank Buddha lotus that Ming Xin was stepping on also roared towards the Ghost Emperor, the Ghost King, and Wang Ming.

Tens of thousands of golden rays of light shot into the bodies of hundreds of high-level ghost cultivators in an instant. It turned into golden ropes and wrapped around their bodies, so that they could no longer fire ghost arrows at Wang Ming for a short time.

The nine lotus petals shot out of the Nine Rank Buddha Lotus were hovering around the Ghost Emperor, the Ghost King and Wang Ming. However, the effect on both sides is very different.

For the Ghost Emperor and the Ghost King, the nine lotus petals play a role in restricting and suppressing them, allowing them to be in a short period of time. I can't show my true strength. For Wang Ming's nine lotus petals, it plays a role in recovery and amplification. And this also makes the power of this punch displayed by Wang Ming to a higher level!

Although the Buddhist supernatural powers used by Mingxin are all restricted and auxiliary, they play a role at this time. It's big enough to turn the tide of battle!

The dazzling sword light like the sun instantly enveloped the entire abandoned factory and even the entire abandoned factory area!

The tumbling black mist was instantly stabbed by this sword light. It's like the night that is dispelled by the morning sun on the eve of dawn!

When the fist dimmed. In this abandoned factory area, there are no more ghost emperors and ghost kings and other ghost cultivators, and there is no black fog that rolls over like a desolate beast.

There is only the bright moon hanging in the night sky. and Wang Ming and Mingxin standing proudly under the bright moon!

At the peak of the fist, Bai Liang just led more than a dozen members of the special service team to drive to this abandoned factory in a remote area in the suburbs. They witnessed this amazing scene in the abandoned factory area in that dilapidated minibus.

Looking at the dazzling light like the scorching sun, Bai Liang and the others opened their mouths wide in unison, and they couldn't close them for a long time. Inside their eyes, there was a glint of shock and disbelief.

Fortunately, they had already slowed down the speed, otherwise, Bai Liang, who was completely selfless, would definitely have hit the wall of the abandoned factory with this dilapidated minibus. But Rao was slow, and he almost hit the unspeakable man who was waving at them in front of him.

Seeing that it was already close at hand, Bai Liang stepped on the brakes to death, and the passenger car turned off after two booms, and the people in the car couldn't help but shake their figures. But at this time, they couldn't care whether the fire was extinguished or not, and when they came back from their state of shock, they all exclaimed: "Oh my God......! What kind of exercise is this? It's too dazzling, isn't it?!"

"What a strong attack! What a domineering will! What a terrifying cultivation! What kind of person, the Netherworld, was actually broken by this move? There was even such a big fluctuation! This ...... How is this possible? Incredible! It's incredible!"

Just when Bai Liang and the others were shocked, they couldn't say that they came over, raised their hands and knocked on the car window twice, urging: "What are you still doing in the car? Hurry down, help carry these people out of the car, and then go to several nearby villages to erase and modify this memory of the villagers." Bai Liang and the others hurriedly jumped out of the car and divided into two batches on the spot. One of them went to several neighboring villages to carry out aftermath operations. The rest of the people, led by Bai Liang and Wu Xian, carefully carried Zhao Ling and eight people possessed by demons into the minibus.

In the process, some people couldn't hold back the curiosity in their hearts, and asked Yan Liting, who couldn't be said: "Monk, you are well-informed, what kind of method was the attack just now?"

"Sister Yan, have you been staying here all along? Do you know who used this powerful and terrifying attack?" Yan Liting also completely relaxed at this moment, and replied with a smile: "Who else can perform this sword technique? It is Mr. Wang! As for what kind of exercise this is, when he comes out, you can ask him yourself." ”

He frowned, and said with some concern: "Speaking of which, it has been several minutes since the Nether Ghost was broken. Why hasn't Mr. Wang and Master Mingxin come out of this abandoned factory yet? Don't there be any accidents, right?"

Yan Liting glared at him and said dissatisfiedly: "Phew, bah, you crow's mouth, don't say these unlucky words." At this time, several members of the special service team raised their hands and pointed to the abandoned factory area, and said excitedly: "Come out, they come out......

It can't be said that Yan Liting hurriedly turned around and looked towards the abandoned factory, and sure enough, Wang Ming and Mingxin walked out of it together. (To be continued......)