Feeling this pressure, even Chen Yang's heart sank slightly.

This time the descent was too urgent, and I didn't expect things to be so tricky.

The order flag was planted in the Taoist temple, not on the body.

If you have the flag in hand, things will be much easier.

Chen Yang urged the internal force, and waved the dust in his right hand one after another, whipping away several ghosts that rushed over.

Reluctantly, the situation can be maintained.

Chen Yang thought that he had a system, even if he didn't care about the night walk of the hundred ghosts, it could be easily solved.

It wasn't until he faced it in person that he realized that this was all wishful thinking.

A body of kung fu can deal with ordinary people, but his mana is actually not very strong.

I also know how to open an altar, there is no supernatural power, and there is not much Taoism, and when I encounter this situation, I basically rely on chanting.

Otherwise, it is by relying on the dust whisk in your hand.

But the power of one person is limited after all, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts gather more and more, and the tactics of the sea of people can also fill him to death.

"Xuanyu, block it!"

Chen Yang shouted and interrupted his chanting.

If you want to solve the problem now, you can only ask the ghost to help.

But please send a ghost, you need to recite the "Taishang Sutra", it takes a certain amount of time.

"Do you have a way?" asked Xuanyu, holding the compass above her head.

"Yes. ”

"Ten minutes, ten minutes at most, if it can't be solved, let's go. ”

It's hard to protect herself, and Xuanyu doesn't bother to save people.

It's not that he doesn't save it, it's that he doesn't have that ability.

Chen Yang nodded, his lips moved slightly, and one by one the scriptures quickly spit out from his mouth.

On the lawn, which was already cloudy and windy, a strong wind was blowing at the moment.

Xuanyu was reciting the Sutra of Salvation, but it was obviously struggling.

The scriptures have little effect on so many demons.

Even with the addition of a vacuum, the effect is still limited.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, another rock struck me.

This time, it was smashed accurately, and it fell directly on Chen Yang's forehead.

Hurting and hurting, Chen Yang felt that he should rub his skin.

And the scriptures he was reciting were also interrupted all at once.

He looked at Fa Ming, who sneered at him: "I'm sorry Dao Chief, I wanted to help you smash the ghost, and I accidentally hit you." ”

Chen Yang suppressed his anger and continued to chant the scriptures, but his eyes were staring at him tightly.

This bastard is clearly trying to make trouble.

Sure enough, Chen Yang saw him throw the stone again.

With preparation, Chen Yang was not chaotic, and with a sweep of dust, he blocked the stone.

"See how many times you can dodge. ”

Fa Ming smashed all the remaining stones out at once, Chen Yang blocked it, but Xuanyu didn't block it.

After being smashed, the instinctive reaction stopped chanting.

At this stop, the pressure suddenly increased.

"Poof!"

Vacuum's face turned pale, and under the collision of this yin qi, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Are you two okay? are you trying to kill me?" Vacuum sat on the ground, covered in mud, wiping the blood from his mouth, and was almost angry.

Zhenjue's face also changed for a while, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

Of the four people, he is the only one struggling to support him now, and all the pressure is almost all on him.

The rich yin qi made him feel like he was on the top of an iceberg, and his body trembled.

"Smack!"

A few more rocks were smashed, and one after the other.

Chen Yang hated it so much, this bastard actually ran to the flower pot and almost smashed the flower pot.

"Poof!"

Zhenjue finally couldn't support it anymore, spurted a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

"Don't read it, let's go!"

Xuanyu pulled Chen Yang's sleeve, carried Zhenjue behind him, and ran wildly outside.

Chen Yang didn't move, he was still reading.

"The poor monk accompanies you. ”

The vacuum wanted to leave, but seeing that he was so persistent, he was touched, and he didn't leave, but stood beside him and began to chant the scriptures.

"You're all crazy, aren't you?" Xuanyu turned his head and found that the two had not followed, and when he saw them standing there still chanting, he scolded angrily.

He quickly rushed out of the villa, threw Majue on the ground outside the iron gate, turned around and ran back.

The two people who were chanting the scriptures glanced at him, their mouths kept talking, but their eyes were asking, aren't you leaving?

"There are so many ghosts, they can't be finished, don't read the "Sutra of Saving People", go up and them!"

Xuanyu pinched the moon monarch with his left hand, deducted the ghost fan seal with his right hand, and drank the curse of killing ghosts.

"Sanqing is above, and I am the gods......! The divine master kills, does not avoid the strong, first kills the evil ghosts, and then cuts the night light. What a god is not subdued, what a ghost dares to be!"

As soon as the word was printed, a ghost was shot back.

Xuanyu used all his strength, he knew that he was a few catties and a few taels, if he still had strength at this time, he was afraid that he would be surrounded by a group of ghosts.

Rao is like this, and the wild ghosts in the seal are only imprisoned by mana, unable to move, not scattered.

"Poor monk help you!" the vacuum shouted, and he stopped reciting the transcendent scriptures, and rushed forward with his hands together and fearlessly.

"Amitabha!"

Every time he recited a Buddha name, a ghost was slapped away by him.

In contrast, when it comes to exorcism, vacuum is more experienced.

The two teamed up to exorcise ghosts, and for a while, they left space for Chen Yang to make time.

Outside the villa, the driver was a little impatient.

He looked at the villa from time to time to see the time, it had been half an hour, and the people had not come out yet.

You won't run away from the bill, will you?

Looking at the heavy rain outside, he hesitated, and the driver pushed open the door and ran inside against the heavy rain.

As soon as he ran to the door, he saw what appeared to be a man lying on the ground.

If you look closely, isn't it the monk who went in earlier?

In the middle of the night, it was pouring rain, and a monk lay at the door of the villa......

"Should it be ......" The driver didn't know what to think of, and his face turned pale.

He looked up and saw a Taoist priest and a monk, dancing on the lawn on the left and right.

The remaining Taoist priests stood between the two, motionless.

It was as if a faint black cloud hung over their heads.

Seeing this scene, the driver's eyes widened.

"What the hell... There are ghosts!" The driver swallowed his saliva wildly, and stood at a loss in fright, and his clothes were wet from the rain and he didn't react.

"Get out of the way. ”

A voice sounded coldly behind him, and the driver was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground.

Song Jingwei walked into the villa with an umbrella, and swept it away, a hundred ghosts were walking at night, attacking Chen Yang and the others.

Looking over, he saw Fa Ming standing at the door of the villa safe and sound, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"I really put myself as a teacher on the day, and I don't know what I can do. ”

With a disdainful snort, Song Jingwei took a few more steps, and was not in a hurry to make a move, just stood in the distance and watched quietly.

The driver's master looked at this Taoist priest who was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a pure yang scarf on his head and a mahogany sword on his waist, and his heart softened suddenly.

It seems that at this moment, what appears here should be a Taoist priest, and he is an ordinary person, but he is out of place.

"Amitabha. ”

The driver was just about to drag the little monk on the ground into the car, when he heard a Buddha horn sounding from behind him.

This time, he didn't hesitate, and sat directly on the ground.

"Tired of the donor, bring the true enlightenment back to the car. ”

A monk in his forties and fifties with a charitable face walked up and said to the driver.

The latter nodded blankly.

The monk walked into the villa, Song Jing turned his head slightly, and when he saw this monk, he was stunned at first, and then reached out and pressed the hilt of the peachwood sword.