Excellent Spiritualist

Chapter 293 Make a decision
To speak proudly, killing a few of them is nothing more than a trivial experiment, a piece of cake.

The fierce method frightened the remaining ghosts, and they did not dare to move.

The gun came out like thunder.

The point of the spear pierced the forehead of a demon.

The evil ghost grabbed the barrel of the gun with its ugly hands, opened its mouth wide and hissed and roared.

"Soul Destroyer Finger!"

Su Ming tried to push the gentian silver spear, but the spear did not move.He directly changed his strategy, abandoned the spear, and landed on the pupil of the evil spirit.

With a bang, the evil ghost's eyeballs burst open.

Ah!
The evil ghost let out a heart-piercing howl, opened its teeth and claws, and the gentian silver gun flew up.

Su Ming withdrew his hand at the risk of being scratched by the evil spirit.

The evil ghost was severely injured, and it was obvious that he didn't want him to leave so easily.

With a wave of his arm, it directly brushed Su Ming's arm.

There was only a stabbing sound, and shocking scars suddenly appeared on the arm.

Su Ming couldn't control this much, he jumped up, reached out and grabbed the gentian silver gun, the tip of the gun drew a beautiful arc in the air, and pierced through the head of the evil spirit.

The evil spirit's movements stopped abruptly.

Su Ming twisted the gentian silver gun, and the ghost's body exploded.

He landed steadily, looked at the wound on his arm, the ghost energy had invaded, and his hands had already started to turn black.

With a finger on his left shoulder, luck forced out his ghostly aura.

Black blood spilled from the wound, and it took two to three minutes for it to turn bright red.

Then, he began to force out the ghostly aura from his right arm.

After all the ghost energy was forced out, the wounds on both arms quickly scabbed.

Su Ming raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Lu Bu. He was fighting fiercely with several evil spirits.

Lu Bu, who had recovered his fighting power, could barely keep pace with the remaining evil spirits.

Su Ming felt that he had underestimated the method of releasing the witch palace.

The plan is very deep.

Li Xinran first sent 21 hall masters from the Temple of Freeing Witches, and even set up a 21 heavy killing array.

Then, the seven ghost kings brought tens of thousands of dead souls to occupy Wutong Mountain.

A sharp edge flashed in Su Ming's eyes.

Li Xinran, if you are unkind first, don't blame me for being unrighteous.

Su Ming originally planned to confront the Wu Temple head-on in the future, but who knew that the Temple of Fang Wu would become more and more enthusiastic.

In the future, the people who release the witch temple will kill each one they meet.

These harmful things are not worthy of living in this world.

Su Ming's eyes shot out intense murderous intent, and the power in his body was ready to move.

The gloomy sky was full of changes, with stormy clouds, lightning and thunder.

There is a powerful force looming.

Su Ming's eyes were bewitching, making people shudder.

The evil spirits fighting with Lu Bu sensed Su Ming's strangeness, and all of them stopped.

Su Ming's eyes shining with strange brilliance fell on them, and their bodies trembled suddenly, feeling a burst of fear.

Holding Fang Tian's painting halberd in his hand, Lu Bu stood there stiffly, with his head drooping, not daring to meet Su Ming's gaze.

At this moment, a power that made their hearts palpitate appeared in Su Ming's body.

Lu Bu was extremely terrified in his heart.

But, at the same time very excited.

The dormant power of their King awoke.

Li Cunxiao, who was in another direction, looked up at the sky, his excitement was beyond words.

Their king has returned.

The remaining souls of Wutong Mountain knelt on the ground, terrified.

Lanruo Temple, Daxiong Palace.

Monk Kong Jian, who was sitting quietly and chanting sutras, raised his head suddenly, with a strong look of worry flashing in his eyes.

What he was worried about finally happened.

After Su Ming accepted the invitation of Monk Kongwen and came to Lanruo Temple, the Buddha in the Daxiong Hall wept.

Compassionate.

The Buddha's tears are an ominous sign.

Monk Kongjian didn't know the reason at the beginning, but he only understood after knowing that many things happened later.

The reason for the Buddha's tears came from Su Ming.

He didn't tell anyone about it, and kept it deep in his heart as a secret.

This power was shocking, and he only hoped that Su Ming could maintain his original heart.

Not affected by this force.

Ugh.

Kong Jian monk let out a long sigh.

Monk Kongwen frowned and asked in a low voice, "Brother, why are you sighing?"

"The Buddha said, don't say it."

Monk Kongwen immediately put on a disgusted expression.

"Junior brother, can you be more serious."

"Brother, it's no wonder brother."

Monk Kongwen said seriously: "You are still hiding between us, obviously you don't regard me as your own family."

Kong Jian monk, "..."

It took him a long time before he spoke, "Brother, brother, when I worshiped the Buddha a few days ago, I saw the Buddha weeping."

hiss--
Monk Kongwen was greatly frightened and froze in place.

Buddha weeping?

He subconsciously looked up at the Buddha, feeling extremely uneasy.

He knew very well what the Buddha's tears meant.

Gods and demons appear in the yin and yang realms. When the world is in catastrophe, the Buddha will cry in compassion.

Could it be that something big will happen in the world of Yin and Yang?
Monk Kongwen looked at Monk Kongjian and asked solemnly: "Brother, are you sure you didn't make fun of me?"

Seeing the monk in the sky, he sighed helplessly.

"Brother, do you know something?"

Monk Kongwen asked.

Seeing the monk in the sky, he said nothing.

Monk Kongwen frowned, and after a while, he uttered a name.

Seeing the subtle expression changes of Monk Kongjian, Monk Kongwen was extremely shocked.

He murmured in a low voice, "Could it be that it was wrong for me to invite him here?"

"Junior brother, it's not your fault."

Monk Kongjian said slowly: "Junior brother, go to the gate and look at the sky."

Monk Kongwen showed doubts on his face.

He walked to the door of the Daxiong Palace, looked up at the night sky, and was stunned for a moment.

I saw a huge vortex appearing on the Wutong Mountain, which disturbed the situation of the world and changed its color, as if it was going to swallow the world.

Dense cold sweat oozed from Monk Kongwen's forehead, and his legs wobbled involuntarily.

"Su Ming, Su Ming, what are you doing?"

Monk Kongwen was terrified and hoped that nothing would happen.

He was willing to invite Su Ming, and the problem of Lanruo Temple was easily solved.

Unexpectedly, a big devil was invited.

If something happens, he can explode in place.

"God bless you."

Monk Kongwen muttered something, then turned around and walked back to Monk Kongjian, "Brother, why don't I drive him away?"

Monk Kongjian shook his head, "Don't force this matter, everything will pass away as it happens."

Monk Kongwen showed a worried expression, "But the younger brother is worried that it will be self-defeating and eventually lead to even greater disasters."

While speaking, the palpitating power disappeared.

The two looked at each other, not knowing why.

Monk Kongwen walked quickly to the gate of the Daxiong Palace to look out, and found that the sky had returned to calm.

He turned his head and shook his head at Monk Kongjian.

Monk Kong Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Xueyan and the others gathered together to chat, but they didn't find Monk Kongjian and the others strange from the beginning to the end.

Monk Kongwen touched his head, "What's going on?"

"The little benefactor can control this force by himself, it seems that we are worrying too much."

Kong Jian saw a long-lost smile on the monk's face.

"That's good, that's good... If it causes a disaster, I will be a big sinner."

Monk Kongwen sighed sincerely.

Wutong Mountain.

Su Ming leaned comfortably against the big tree, while Lu Bu stood aside expressionlessly, but he was muttering inwardly.

At the previous moment, the power of their Wang Fengcun clearly emerged.

But soon disappeared.

He clearly remembered that once that power appeared, it would be impossible to hide it.

Did you remember it wrong?

Such an idea came to Lu Bu's mind.

Su Ming glanced at him casually, but shook his head helplessly.

"Can you stop standing here like a stake?"

Lu Bu was startled, and hurriedly explained: "This subordinate is protecting the law for the king."

"unnecessary."

Su Ming waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and defend the fortress of Wutong Mountain, the dead souls on Wutong Mountain cannot be allowed to escape."

"Subordinates obey."

Lu Bu walked away with big strides, turning his head three times with every step, his eyes full of nostalgia.

Su Ming shuddered, why did he feel so sick.

Just then, the phone suddenly rang.

Su Ming took out his mobile phone, and when he looked at the caller ID, he was so scared that he almost lost his grip.

Su Tianyuan called.

Su Ming answered the phone anxiously, trying to keep himself calm.

Su Tianyuan's stern voice came out, "Little brat, have you broken the seal?"

"No, no."

"No fart, the seal in your body was laid by me myself, I don't know?"

Su Tianyuan cursed angrily, "Why don't you listen to persuasion, you little bastard? I told you that if you don't have enough cultivation, you can't suppress your hostility at all, and you will go crazy."

"You little bastard is really happy to piss off the old man, right?"

Su Ming's face twitched violently, and he was speechless.

(End of this chapter)