I Just Want To Be Quiet

Goose back to the valley.

Zhao's Daxian Temple.

The yin qi diffused, and the entire temple seemed to be covered with a layer of gray-black gauze, and it was dark and cold.

Grey-black frost flowers quietly condensed all over the ground.

Fu Xuanxu stood in the air, constantly pinching one after another intricate spells in his hands, surrounded by yellow-brown talismans, countless mysterious cloud seals were constantly squirming and intertwined on the talismans, and the invisible power was vertical and horizontal. Staggered to form a small defensive formation that is clear and bright.

All around him, around him, even on the top of his head and his feet, were all kinds of grotesque and yin-rich ghosts.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee…"

The sharp and piercing laughter continued, and the pair of malicious eyes stared straight at Fu Xuanxu. The ghosts circled around him quickly, shocking the mind and screaming like a tidal wave, wave after wave. array of characters.

A piece of talisman was suspended in the void, and the water-like sparkle continued to appear.

The ghost's face was hideous, and the maliciousness in its eyes was deeper. It seemed that the next moment, it would swarm up and tear Fu Xuanxu to pieces.

With their frantic attack, the traces of Yunzhuan quickly faded and faded away, and within a moment, a talisman whose Yunzhuan almost disappeared ignited a blazing fire.

Fu Xuanxu was expressionless, took out a talisman from the storage bag with one hand, and quickly filled it.

Soon, another talisman was about to be exhausted.

With the tireless impact of the ghost, the talisman burned quickly, and Fu Xuanxu was gradually unable to fill the vacancy in time.

The thick yin qi seemed to sense the flaw, and roared into the formation, quickly eroding.

Immediately, there were a few more talismans that were still able to hold on to the meeting, but the cloud seal on them quickly faded, and the effectiveness of the entire talisman array suddenly dropped a lot.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee..."

The ghosts raised their heads one after another and let out hysterical laughter, as if the real Yin Qi surged, madly hitting the entire rune formation.

After a stalemate for only a moment, the dilapidated talisman formation could no longer support it. All the talismans burned in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, they all turned into ashes.

Seeing the disappearance of the talisman formation, the ghosts suddenly showed terrifying expressions, and rushed towards Fu Xuanxu with a roar.

At the same time, Fu Xuanxu's hand has been pinching the magic formula finally completed, the **** of his right hand stand in front of his chest, the palm of his left palm is facing the sky, as if supporting a void, the palm suddenly turned over, and then pressed down with force.

In an instant, a huge green mountain shadow emerged from the void and slammed into the ghost.

The violent wind tore at everything in sight, the mountains fell rapidly, the momentum was majestic and unstoppable, it seemed to be connected to the entire Zhao's Great Immortal Temple, and they were also crushed into powder!

boom!

All the ghosts that rushed up were smashed by Qingshan.

The earth shook suddenly, but Zhao's Great Immortal Temple remained motionless, not even a single piece of blue bricks paved on the ground was broken.

Fu Xuanxu frowned, in this temple, there are ghosts at the level of gods!

Otherwise, the move I just made is enough to raze the entire temple, including the surrounding area, to the ground!

At this time, the shadow of the green mountain slowly dissipated, and the ghosts that were knocked down, more than half dissipated, turned into black qi, and instantly merged into the remaining ghosts.

These remaining ghosts instantly increased their aura, but became stronger. They raised their heads one after another, let out a furious roar, and continued to pounce towards Fu Xuanxu.

Fu Xuanxu was still standing in the air, he pushed out his palm flatly, and a huge pale cyan palm print swept across the audience, instantly blasting the several ferocious ghosts that rushed up into the air.

Before he could breathe, in the vagueness behind him, several blue-black tentacles suddenly shot out, instantly wrapping around Fu Xuanxu's limbs.

The rest of the ghosts swarmed up and attacked Fu Xuanxu with various attacks.

Fu Xuanxu snorted coldly, [Mo Dao Qingxian] activated instantly, broke all the tentacles at once, and then pressed down with both hands, five green mountain shadows slightly smaller than before, crashed down...

boom boom boom boom...

The tide-like ghosts continued to dissipate, turning into black qi into the bodies of the surviving companions.

As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer ghosts left...

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Zhao's Daxian Temple.

On the square table in front of the shrine, blood was pouring out from pots of offerings, as if it were a fountain of blood, and the blood seemed endless.

The night was dark and gloomy.

Ji Kui Yueji stood in the open space under the shrine, behind him, a dharma image was rising.

The dharma is tall and tall, dressed in a mian, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and nine strings of beads hanging down to his chest, blocking his face.

At this moment, Fa Xiang's right hand held down the hilt of the sword on his waist, his left hand stretched out, and his huge palm grabbed the ghosts rushing up from all directions.

The ghost screamed and disappeared for an instant, dispersing into the surrounding darkness.

The giant hand grabbed the empty space.

At this moment, in the darkness, strips of crimson tongues that were covered with barbs suddenly stretched out, entangling the Dharma image of Zakui Yueji.

The whole body of the Dharma image immediately ignited a pale golden flame.

The flame was as bright as the sun, pure and dignified, and burned all tongues in an instant.

In the darkness, the shrill screams of ghosts came.

Fa Xiang did not hesitate, and slapped his palm in the direction where the screams came from.

boom! !

The sound of ghost crying stopped abruptly, and the dust and smoke scattered, and the earth shook violently.

Dharma Xiang slowly moved his palm, but saw that in the darkness, strands of darkness were slowly drifting away.

The hatred that was so strong inside was already burnt by the pale golden flames on the body of Dharma.

The next moment, the flames around Dharma's body suddenly soared, and immediately, it suddenly exploded!

There was no sound, no devastation, as if a small sun wheel had risen into the sky.

The sudden burst of strong light completely illuminated the originally gloomy temple, and it was like daylight for a while, and every detail was revealed.

All the ghosts hidden in the shadows have nowhere to hide, screaming and retreating, instinctively disgusting the light.

Ji Kui Yueji didn't have any hesitation, and thought, "Keng!"

Dharma Xiang pulled out the long sword from his waist and immediately smashed the ghosts...

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The night was dim, and the incense sticks were burning brightly.

The smoke billows and disperses.

Ning Wuye held the flying sword in his hand, and the sword energy lingered around him. The sword spirit on his body was majestic and majestic. Even though blood stains appeared on his sleeves, his aura did not decrease but increased. !

Right now, the entire Zhao Family Great Immortal Temple is already full of fierce sword intents crisscrossing each other.

Opposite him, the statue has already revealed its true form.

It is a tall and burly ghost with green face and fangs, with eight arms on its back, red eyes on its chest and abdomen, and its body is full of savage, violent, and bloodthirsty aura.

It is "Xi"!