The golden soft mud given by Yun Zheng was stained, and the ancient bell given by Xu Su did not last long, so far, the four protective magic weapons given by friends were all destroyed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Liu Qinghuan flew up in the soul pool, looking up at the same time: the black gas was too strong, and he couldn't see how far he was from the exit.

At this moment, he was all relying on the golden light cover to top the outermost layer, and the ghost in the darkness seemed to sense that he wanted to escape, and wrapped up and pulled him down, trying to pull him back into the abyss.

As a result, his speed was greatly affected, and the lack of space in the pool made matters worse.

No, if he drags on like this, he'll be consumed here!

It seems that you still have to use the Qinglian karmic fire.

Liu Qinghuan flipped his wrist, and the three-legged Qingluan lamp was held in his hand.

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At this time, above the soul pool, one ghost after another crawled out of the pool, and then rushed to the hill southeast of the palace, where the nest of the Zhao family's immortal cultivation family was located.

At the foot of the mountain, all kinds of spells and magic weapons flew everywhere, and the sound of explosions came and went, and the surrounding palaces had been razed to the ground.

No one noticed that the dead soul pool suddenly tumbled violently, faintly revealing a patch of cyan through the deep surface of the prison.

All the struggling and screaming ghosts seemed to be frozen, and their faces with blurred facial features showed real expressions of fear, and they all trembled with fear.

In the middle of the pool, a bag suddenly bulged, bursting and exploding like a blister, and a quietly open cyan lotus flower floated in the black mist, and then another, and then another.

After a few breaths, the cyan lotus flower had already bloomed throughout the soul pool, and as a figure rushed out of the sky, the green lotus flew and turned into a spreading fire.

Qinglian purifies the world, and the karmic fire burns. Even though there are thousands of sufferings and all kinds of sins in the world, all the karmic fruits are completely wiped out in the fire.

Liu Qinghuan looked at the sea of green flames and flames below him, as well as the painful souls who were annihilated in the sea of fire, thinking that this was probably the best result for them.

Finally, they don't have to repeat this torment of immortality here, the Qinglian karmic fire will burn all their resentment and hatred, hatred and hatred, and send them back to reincarnation.

However, Liu Qinghuan was also very vigilant, and restrained the Qinglian Karma Fire around the soul pool and prevented it from spreading around.

Drops of sweat slid down his cheeks, and the fire control tricks were played one after another, but they still showed a little difficulty.

After the black gas in the soul pool was burned out, the black stones in the pool were shattered into powder one by one, and the magic circles and runes engraved on the stones no longer worked, Liu Qinghuan's magic tricks were faster.

After writhing wildly, the dancing Qinglian karmic fire finally returned to the three-legged Qingluan lamp with some reluctance and closed into a small flame.

Liu Qinghuan let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly took it back into the ring.

This is the reason why he now easily does not dare to use the Qinglian Karma Fire. Although this fire has been refined, as time goes by, the spirituality of the Qinglian karmic fire has become stronger and stronger, and it is obvious that the flame spirit has been born. Until the Flame Spirit is recognized, his binding power will become lower and lower.

On the hill in the distance, a lonely thin man stood on the top of the mountain, he did not look at the battlefield where the battle was raging at the bottom of the mountain, but looked in the direction of the soul pool.

In the middle of the night, the cyan flame disappeared, and a black-clothed figure quickly flew to this side, a smile appeared on the man's pale and delicate face, and a low voice drifted in the wind: "It's good, it's good......"

A short Xiao was crossed by his mouth, and a distant Xiao sound sounded again.

Liu Qinghuan dodged a collapsed hall, and just rushed to the edge of the battlefield when he heard this seemingly non-existent sound.

This was the third time that Xiao Sheng sounded, but each time it seemed to be accompanied by the retreat of the Ghost Army.

Looking at the ghost soldiers who were retreating one after another, several escapes gathered in one place, all of them looked shocked and inexplicably relieved.

Liu Qinghuan saw three familiar people, two men and a woman who had been with Xu Su before, but the other three were nowhere to be seen. There were a few other monks who I didn't know, who came about later.

Liu Qinghuan didn't lean over, but looked at Yun Zheng and Xu Su who were still fighting in the distance.

Their opponent was the tall general who had led the Ghost Army before. I saw that he was holding the Glaive Long Knife, with a murderous aura, and every time he swung a knife, a strong wind howled, bringing out a black and red knife aura.

His movements are powerful and hard, and every move and style has the characteristics of simple and neat martial arts in the army, and he is not afraid of Yun Zheng's cold sword intent.

The two of them fought in close quarters, their bodies flying, and the vertical and horizontal sword qi and blood-devouring sword qi that flew out continued to fly out, cutting deep marks on the ground.

And Xu Su snorted coldly from a distance, and one by one the water-based spells crashed into the ghost general's body like having eyes, making him unbearable and roaring angrily.

The ghost general wanted to kill Xu Su, but was involved by Yun Zheng, so he could only turn back and attack Yun Zheng. If Yun Zheng was in danger, he saw Xu Su's figure flashing, but he instantly changed positions with Yun Zheng, and his hand was like a Tai Chi circle, and he softly launched a shield of clear water to block all attacks.

Liu Qinghuan was dazzled by it, the rhythm of the battle between the three of them was very fast, and the figures in the field were swirling, almost difficult to see.

"These two guys are having a great time. Liu Qinghuan muttered, stopped thinking of stepping forward to help, and watched the battle with his head in his hands.

Although the ghost general is powerful, with the more and more tacit cooperation between Yun Zheng and Xu Su, he is actually already clumsy, and it is only a matter of time before he is defeated.

Outside the palace in the distance, the solemn little monk Jingjue was sitting in an open place, and the golden Buddha light on his body was as blazing as the sun.

A Sanskrit Buddha chant spit out from his mouth, turning into a circle of rippling ripples, and the mysterious words spread out in the chanting.

The ghosts who retreated after hearing the sound of Xiao were actually attracted, and one by one they looked dazed and fluttered towards him. Before some of them could reach him, the black figures had become transparent, and the original numbness and coldness had become peace and serenity, fading more and more until they disappeared completely.

"This is what the little monk has always wanted to do...... Liu Qinghuan said to himself.

The purpose of Jingjue's entry into the ruins of no return was far more pure than that of them, he just wanted to appease the resentment and anger of those ghosts.

Turning around, Liu Qinghuan looked at Yun Zheng's side, but his gaze shrank suddenly!

"Stop......"

A low and tired voice sounded from the mountain path of the hill, and a red cloak appeared in front of everyone's eyes first.

The man who walked down was short and thin, and walked slowly down the stairs. Unlike the other ghosts, who only had a vague face, his face was indistinguishable from that of a normal person, except that it was more pale and thin, but it had a huge amount of coercion on his body.

All the monks present were shocked, and many turned and fled, and disappeared into the palace complex in the blink of an eye.

Yun Zheng and Xu Su pushed the general back and retreated, flew to Liu Qinghuan's side, and looked at the man who was slowly walking down as if he were facing a great enemy.