With the script in hand, attack the villain Xianzun

Chapter 21 The Anxious Last Entanglement

The resentful ghost and the black mist were intertwined, as if they were fighting on the battlefield.

"Why do those resentful ghosts protect us?" Hua Wanzhao was puzzled.

Just possessing Pei Ji and the others, allowing them to experience their own despair instead of taking the opportunity to seize their homes, can be said to be the good character of these grieving ghosts, but it's unimaginable that the grieving ghosts protect the monks.

Ning Chenhao said: "These grievances are not so much protecting us as they are hating those villagers. Even if they become vengeful spirits, even if those villagers have been killed by me, they still want to do it themselves."

That's right, now it's a contest between ghosts and ghosts.

Hua Wanzhao looked at the black mist that was tearing away the resentment and couldn't believe it: "That's the array that the master gave me. Even if these ghosts are fierce, they can't break the Mahayana formation!"

Everyone tensed up: Could it be that there is something more troublesome than Wu Xie in this village?
Knowing the truth about this village, Pei Jitong couldn't see those grudges who died with hatred being killed again: "We have to find a way to separate them."

Although resentment has an advantage in numbers, the black mist is obviously stronger.

After being torn several times by the black mist, the resentment became visibly thinned to the naked eye.

Hua Wanzhao was very puzzled: "It is said that the Wraiths have been formed for a longer time, and their strength should be stronger, not to mention that they still have an advantage in numbers. Why are they being suppressed and beaten by these ghosts who have just died?"

"Because barefoot people are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Those grieving ghosts are wearing shoes. Their simple minds are simply wanting to take revenge on the villagers; while ghosts are barefoot. They were impoverished and burdened with bad debts during their lifetime, and they were released after death. All evil thoughts, grieving ghosts are naturally not opponents."

Ning Chenhao slowly drew out his long sword: "Little master, I will deal with them, you find a way to break this ghost world."

"rather……"

Just as Hua Wanzhao was about to say that you are not empty of spiritual power, she saw Ning Chenhao take out a bottle of Huiling Pill and pour it into her mouth.

Seeing this, Hua Wanzhao took out an array and handed it to Pei Jitong: "In case Ning Chenhao can't stand it anymore, use this to protect everyone."

Pei Jitong took it silently.

As the head disciple and the alchemy cultivator with the highest cultivation level in the group, he actually wants the protection of two disciples who have been in the door for two years. I have to say that he really has mixed feelings in his heart at this moment.

Hua Wanzhao didn't have time to take Pei Jitong's sensitive thoughts into consideration at this moment.

It's not difficult to protect everyone. She still has a lot of defense arrays in her hand. Those who stay outside should have no problem breaking the barrier.

But if those grievances were swallowed by the black mist, it would be really injustice.

On this point, she and Pei Jitong have the same thought.

Hua Wanzhao lightly touched the barrier with her sword, but nothing happened.

It seems that this is an ordinary trapped world, and it will not attack people.

After thinking about it, Hua Wanzhao poured spiritual energy into the epee, and slashed towards the barrier with all his strength.

As expected, the barrier remained motionless.

After all, this is something that can only be broken by the hero's aura in the novel.

Relying on brute force is not enough, I don’t know if I can try opportunistically...

A few feet away, Ning Chenhao poured spiritual energy into the long sword. He is a natural sword body of Lei Linggen. Even if he did not use lightning techniques intentionally, his spiritual power is naturally restrained against evil things.

With each sword forcibly separating the grieving ghost and the fierce ghost, Ning Chenhao pushed the grieving ghost to the edge of the ghost world, where Hua Wanzhao placed a trap array.

The seemingly simple actions consumed a lot of energy for Ning Chenhao.

Not only must he ensure that each sword can separate the two, but he must also pay attention not to cause excessive damage to them, especially the grieving ghost who has been injured by the village ghost.

Hua Wanzhao is still thinking.

Cheng Yingying's voice suddenly reached his ears: "Hurry up, Ning Chenhao swallowed another bottle of spirit pill!"

No wonder Cheng Yingying was in such a hurry.

Generally, when a monk is exhausted of spiritual power, taking such a large amount of spirit pills will make him feel uncomfortable afterwards, but Ning Chenhao has just built his foundation, and doing so under such circumstances may cause the foundation to become unstable.

quick?Spiritual power?

A light flashed in Hua Wanzhao's mind.

I remember that in a novel she had read, the male protagonist used a special method to break the barrier, making his spiritual power fluctuate more frequently than the other party's spiritual power fluctuations when the barrier was created, which seemed to use some kind of physical principle .

It's been a long time, but there are still some impressions in my mind.

Now she has nothing to do, she is like a living doctor.

Hua Wanzhao injected spiritual power into the epee again.

This time, she pressed the tip of the epee against the barrier, and slowly increased the frequency of fluctuations in her spiritual power.

This kind of operation is very familiar to Hua Wanzhao, and Venerable Juyong has strict requirements on this aspect.

Gradually, the enchantment that Hua Wanzhao didn't hit with all his strength made a piercing sound, as if trying to support his own existence.

On the other side of the enchantment, Mu Linxiao finally got rid of Wu Xie, his body was in a rare embarrassment, and he couldn't even maintain his disguise.

A quarter of an hour ago, Wu Xie went crazy and attacked Mu Linxiao recklessly.

Based on Mu Linxiao's experience, he immediately guessed that someone had done something to the source of the mist evil—the villagers, otherwise the mist evil would not have suddenly lost control.

Wu Xie was bound into a ball of zongzi by obscure runes.

Mu Linxiao threw it aside and walked to the ghost world.

He was about to condense his spiritual power, but a crack appeared in the barrier in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the crack expanded rapidly, spreading into a spider web overnight.

crackling-

It was the sound of the barrier breaking.

Mu Linxiao looked at Hua Wanzhao who was still holding the sword on the other side of the barrier, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Just when he was about to tease a few words, a cold light flashed in his eyes the next second.

Just before he could speak, Hua Wanzhao pointed at Ning Chenhao, who was still struggling with the black mist, and said, "Mu Linxiao, hurry up and help—"

He didn't even care about maintaining a low-key and courteous personality.

After all, Mu Linxiao is a monk after the Yuan Dynasty. He understood the situation in front of him at a glance, and he understood Hua Wanzhao's thoughts in an instant——

She didn't want those grieving ghosts to disappear.

"What a kind-hearted little master..." Mu Linxiao sighed, shook off the black blood belonging to Wu Xie on the long sword, took Ning Chenhao's place, and threw him out by the way.

Ning Chenhao who was thrown back into the crowd: ...

Mu Linxiao's efficiency is not comparable to that of Ning Chenhao, but after a stick of incense, there is a clear distinction between the grieving ghost and the fierce ghost.

Pei Jitong leaned over and saluted: "The disciple's ineffectiveness in handling affairs has caused injuries to the younger brothers and younger sisters. Please punish me, my uncle."

"This seat is not your master, so you can tell the senior brother who is in charge." Mu Lin smiled and waved his hands, expressing that he did not want to overstep the role.

As he said that, a wave of spiritual power hit him, and Pei Jitong immediately felt much more comfortable.

Although he still can't run his spiritual power, the pain in his meridians is no longer worth mentioning.

Hua Wanzhao asked, "What should I do now?"

"Little master, don't worry, there will be someone to clean up the mess soon."

"What do you mean?"

As soon as the words fell, a dazzling golden light flashed across the sky, followed by a melodious Buddha's cry: "Amitabha——"

　Today is a day for baldness

　　
　
(End of this chapter)