Strange recovery? Sorry, I'm cheating on cultivating immortality

A group of fierce ghosts quickly rushed towards the mountain.

Yan Luo behind him walked up the steps step by step without hurry, and the two wind blades condensed at his fingertips.

Yan Luo waved his hand lightly.

"Whew! Swish!

Two sounds of breaking the air came, directly cutting off the legs of the two powerful ghosts that fell at the end.

"Ah!!hh

Terrible screams echoed across the mountain road.

[Ghost +999.] This

scene made the ghosts in front of them run faster, for fear that the next person to be cut off would be themselves.

The ghosts who fell to the ground on both ends looked at Yan Luo, who was gradually approaching behind him, and his eyes were full of horror.

Yan Luo's steps were steady, walking step by step, but the speed was extremely fast.

Constantly exert psychological pressure on these two powerful ghosts, brushing the ghost qi on their bodies.

If it weren't for the fact that the action on the hearse might affect the progress of the next few stops, he would have already sharpened this group of powerful ghosts into sticks on the car and regarded them as his own RB* crazy ghosts.

The two powerful ghosts struggled to prop themselves up with their hands, and struggled to climb up the steps, but to no avail.

But for a moment, Yan Luo's hands rested on the heads of the two powerful ghosts.

Two arcs of lightning condensed in his palm, pouring straight into the bodies of these two powerful ghosts from the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and turning them into charred corpses on the spot.

[Death of a high-class ghost, ghost energy +999.] [

Ghost +999.]

After solving these two powerful ghosts, Yan Luo turned his head and looked at Meng Ling curiously and smiled.

"I thought you'd stop me?"

"Why?" The dream spirit is puzzled.

"Shouldn't it be like this in the plot, the heroine or the heroine feels that the protagonist is arrogant, and then stops or mocks."

"In the end, the protagonist showed his strength and slapped him in the face." Yan Luo teased.

"Hehe~" The corner of Mengling's mouth twitched and responded.

"If it was before, I would definitely stop you, but after seeing your strength in the small fishing village, I don't think there is any need for this."

"Although there is more than one blood-clothed ghost in this nunnery, with your strength, the ghosts at this station will not pose a threat to you."

The Dream Spirit was suddenly silent when he said this, and after a moment's thought, he added.

"Not necessarily, but even if you are defeated, at least it shouldn't be difficult to get out."

"Oh?" Yan Luo was suddenly a little curious, the small fishing village would already be seventy or eighty percent of his strength.

Except for the Taixu Ziwei Sword Technique, other abilities have been developed by him to the limit.

But even so, the Dream Spirit didn't feel 100% sure that he could directly brush off this copy.

Yan Luo nodded, and didn't continue to ask anything, after a moment's delay, several powerful ghosts above had already rushed out of the distance.

He wasn't going to let go of this wave of ghostly energy.

Yan Luo raised his hand and waved lightly, and a bolt of lightning fell out of thin air, directly killing the fierce ghost who rushed to the forefront on the spot.

[Ghost +999.]

"What are you doing running so fast?" If you are in a hurry to be reincarnated, don't worry, I can send you away.

Yan Luo chuckled and continued to walk upwards step by step.

The rest of the ghosts on the steps were also smart, and they slowed down one after another, but they also narrowed the distance between them and Yan Luo as much as possible.

If you run at the end, you will have to cut off your leg and die, and if you run at the front, it is easy to kill you with a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

It's safest to run in the middle.

As everyone knows, their psychology has been pinched to death by Yan Luo, and this mountaineering road is not long.

Before they go to the top, it's enough for Yan Luo to drain all their ghost qi and kill them!

......

Meditation Temple.

The midday sun shone down on the quaint building, and the sound of chanting sutras could be heard in the hall in the distance.

A nun with a thin figure and a sallow face took a broom and carefully cleaned the courtyard in front of the nunnery.

Although the courtyard had long been spotless, she still swept the floor numbly, not daring to slack off.

In order to welcome the pilgrims who have long since existed, it is necessary to ensure that there is no dust in the courtyard at all, otherwise they will be blamed and punished by the teacher.

Even in this nunnery, the arrival of the last living pilgrim was decades ago.

"Ahhh!!h

Suddenly, a terrible scream came from the bottom of the mountain, breaking the chanting in the nunnery and attracting the attention of the sweeping nuns.

She walked slowly to the stairs up the hill and looked down at the scene below.

"Master save me!!"

An exclamation was heard, and the nun's originally dull face regained its vitality, and her stagnant eyes suddenly trembled a few times.

What did she see?

The nun rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and after making sure that she was not mistaken, she immediately exclaimed in surprise and ran towards the main hall of the nunnery.

"Abbot! Abbot! Horror

appeared on the little nun's sallow face, and she shouted as she ran.

Hearing this, the original chanting sound in the main hall quickly stopped, and the door of the hall was slowly pushed open.

An old nun dressed in a monk's robe, carrying floating dust, also emaciated, with a sallow complexion, but a face full of charity, walked out.

She frowned, looking at the little nun who was frightened at the moment, and a look of dissatisfaction appeared on her face.

"Panic, what kind of system!"

"What's wrong?"

The abbot stopped the frightened little nun and reprimanded him dissatisfiedly.

The little nun hid behind her tremblingly, and pointed to the stairs up the hill in front of her, her expression full of fear.

"Yes, there are pilgrims visiting..."The

old nun raised her eyebrows coldly: "Isn't it a good thing to have pilgrims visit?" How frightened you are.

Without waiting for the little nun to respond, a miserable scream came from the entrance of the stairs, and the abbot followed the voice, and his face suddenly changed.

A ghost with a hideous and ugly complexion, exuding an unpleasant smell of burnt smell all over his body at this moment, his skin was open and fleshy, and his body was covered with all kinds of terrifying scars.

Thick black and foul ghost blood continued to drip from his body, and his head was cut to half, and he was full of horror.

As soon as he saw the old nun standing outside the temple gate, the ghost screamed: "Abbot save me!" His

voice fell, and a gloomy sneer immediately came from behind him: "The abbot saved you?

"Today is the manifestation of the Buddha, he dares to ensure that you and I are correct!"

"Now that the top of the mountain is here, you too can die."

The old nun's face sank, and when she heard these disrespectful words, she was about to step forward to question, when a muffled sound suddenly came from the sky.

"Boom !!"

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, slashing directly at the screaming ghost, splitting him into a charred corpse on the spot.

"This!?"

The abbot's face was startled, and he was about to take a step.

The scene in front of her really shocked her, and she could kill a top ghost so easily.

"Kick! Step on! The sound of

footsteps came from the steps, and the two abbots followed the voice, and saw a handsome young man striding up the steps with a smile.

His lips opened lightly, and he spat out a word faintly.

"Burn."