I am the only devil in the whole world of cultivation

Chapter 73 The house comes alive
The huge rumbling sound made the whole house tremble. The courtyard transformed by the magic weapon could not even hold up for a quarter of an hour under the hands of the Buddhist cultivator. Cracks appeared everywhere. It seemed that with just one more push, the house would be destroyed. Collapsed.

The Mountain-crying Ghost, who was beaten so hard that he broke a stone pillar again, gritted his teeth and stood up. He heard the constant creaking sounds above his head and subconsciously hid aside.

After he escaped from the small building, the decorated small building collapsed.

The mountain-weeping ghost who escaped the disaster didn't even have time to rejoice. Buddha's Zen staff found his position again and hit him hard in the stomach!
The Crying Mountain Ghost, who was thrown into the small building, vomited a mouthful of blood. He no longer wanted to climb out.

Who knows where this Buddhist cultivator came from? He looks young, but he has such strong Buddhist power.

If it were other monks with the same cultivation level as the Crying Mountain Ghost, he wouldn't be as embarrassed as he is now.But what happened was that he encountered a Buddhist cultivator who was incompatible with the ghost power he cultivated. This was simply going to cost him his life!

The smoke and dust from the collapse of the small building had not dissipated. In the thick smoke, the Mountain Crying Ghost could only see streaks of golden light bursting out, followed by the miserable screams of the man whose appearance he couldn't see clearly.

Knowing that he was not the only one who was badly beaten, Mountain Crying Ghost instantly felt at ease.

This house is a magic weapon, so no matter what happens inside, as long as the owner of the magic weapon is not willing, these movements will not spread outside.

And similarly, as long as the owner of the magic weapon is unwilling, no one in the house can easily leave.

Fortunately, this magical weapon has obviously become dilapidated under the violent destruction of Buddhist cultivators.The Crying Mountain Ghost looked around and finally found a damaged wall for him to escape from.

Yes, Mountain Crying Ghost has no intention of staying any longer.

He was originally a ghost cultivator, and it was not easy to practice.He has stayed well in Jiutao Mountain these years. If it weren't for that damn promise, he wouldn't have come to the mountain to make such a fuss, and finally brought himself such trouble as Buddhist cultivator.

After being hammered three times by the Buddhist cultivator's Zen staff, most of the ghost power in his body was lost. If he continued to fight with the Buddhist cultivator, the Crying Mountain Ghost felt that he would soon become a dead ghost.

He believed that he had fulfilled his promise by attracting this Buddhist cultivator who was carrying a magic weapon, and he didn't feel guilty for running away now.

The Mountain-Crying Ghost, who was prepared to pay attention, moved carefully. Fortunately, Fo Xiu was focused on dealing with the owner of the house, which gave the Mountain-Crying Ghost a chance to escape.

After he walked out of the ruins, taking advantage of the two people's fighting spirit and not noticing him at all, he turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the damaged courtyard wall like a flying boat.

Just when the Crying Mountain Ghost was about to escape from the house and escape from the terrifying Buddhist cultivator, a paper man wrapped in a fireball slammed towards his face.

The Crying Mountain Ghost was caught off guard and was hit, and was directly implicated by the fireball and the paper man, and fell under the courtyard wall.

As soon as the fire generated by the pure spiritual power touched the ghost power of the Mountain Crying Ghost, it was as if it had been touched by some kind of combustion accelerant. The fire exploded on his body, burning him so much that he couldn't help but jump.

"Who, who plotted against me?!" The Mountain Crying Ghost kept activating its ghost power, trying to extinguish the flames on its body.

But the more he used his ghost power, the more the flames burned, burning him into a ball in the blink of an eye.

After hearing the shrill screams in the courtyard, Xie Zhengliu, who wanted to turn around and deal with the other paper figures, was instantly alarmed.

She jumped to the gap in the wall and looked in, and she happened to meet the collapsed face of the Mountain Crying Ghost.The poor ghost cultivator had been burned to the point of losing his human form. Most of the ghost power in his body had originally disappeared due to Buddhist cultivators, but now that it was burned by the flames, a lot of it was lost.

He couldn't use his ghost power, and there was no one else to help him.The ghost cultivator could only roll crazily on the ground and kept looking for a source of water in the yard that could extinguish the fire.

From a high place, Xie Zhengliu could only see a human-shaped fire howling and running around in the courtyard. From time to time, sparks from its body would fall to other buildings in the courtyard.

Not long after, this gorgeous and exquisite house instantly became a sea of ​​fire.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Xuan Shu raised his hand to help the Crying Mountain Ghost extinguish the flames on his body, but the ghost cultivator was not really burned to death.

The owner of the house, who had also been hit hard by Xuan Shu several times, also knew that the situation was not good. He originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape, but he had already felt the breath of the magic weapon when he was fighting Xuan Shu.

He has done so much, sacrificed so much, and even invited the Mountain Crying Ghost to help, just for this magic weapon.

Remembering the promise he made to his master when he left, the owner of the house could only grit his teeth and give up the plan to escape.

He quickly found the center of the house, and then suddenly opened his arm, letting the bright red blood drip onto the core of the magic weapon.

The moment he tasted the owner's blood, the whole house seemed to suddenly come to life.The collapsed building was restored in the blink of an eye, and the burned flowers, trees and buildings were restored to their previous appearance.

The main building in the courtyard has eyes, and the small buildings on both sides of the main building also rise from the ground and turn into arms... The whole courtyard is like a monster that has been sleeping for a long time, and after waking up, it is ready to kill all the living people in the body!
Xie Zhengliu on the wall was also pulled into his body by the "resurrected" courtyard during this turmoil. Outside the courtyard, Zhuang and Yue finally solved the paper man with the help of Xie Zhengliu's spiritual fire, and they still wanted to break in. , but was violently kicked out by the courtyard door.

When the two of them looked up again, the thick fog that came out of nowhere had completely covered the house.

Zhuang Youqian quickly took out the communication talisman and wrote to Xie Zhengliu, but all the messages were blocked by an invisible wall, and none of them got out.

"They're trapped inside." Zhuang Youqian eagerly wanted to run into the thick fog, but was blocked by an invisible barrier behind him.

Yue Mingchou also tried to use his sword to attack in the direction of the door in his memory, but after swiping out the sword energy, it had no effect.

Fortunately, at this time, the effect of the spell used by the Crying Mountain Ghost on the dozen monks disappeared. The monks who were freed from the wooden puppet state did not lose the memory of the past few days, and soon passed Zhuang Youqian and the two of them. The explanation clarified the current situation.

"You should go back first. You were kidnapped in front of so many relatives and friends. They must be very worried." Zhuang Youqian said.

The monks hesitated: "But aren't the two fellow Taoists who helped us still inside? If we leave, what should you do if you are in danger?"

"Don't worry, everyone. Our friends are very powerful and will be fine. Maybe it won't be long before they can escape on their own." Zhuang Youqian didn't know whether his words were used to comfort others or to comfort others. Own.

After listening to what the two of them said, even though these monks were still a little worried, thinking that their relatives and friends were still anxiously waiting for news, they went back to Yujing City.

At this moment, Xie Zhengliu and the others who were trapped in the courtyard encountered a lot of trouble as Yue Mingqiu and the others suspected.

(End of this chapter)