The middle-aged monk's robe was windless, and the powerful spiritual sense fluctuations suddenly surged out, instantly forming a translucent aura shield around him.

The ghosts that rushed from all directions were caught off guard and collided with the air cover, and puffs of green smoke rose and let out a terrible scream.

For a moment, the entire izakaya reverberated with a terrible ghost scream.

After all, these unjust souls were just ordinary people before they were alive, and they had just transformed into shapes, and Zhang Wenjiao hadn't had time to practice yet, and he couldn't even reach the level of a powerful ghost, so how could he be the opponent of the middle-aged monk.

So even if it looks terrifying, at the moment of contact, those ghosts are still inevitably hit hard.

As the green smoke rose, their already illusory figures became a little more transparent.

"Amitabha!"

The middle-aged monk pronounced the Buddha's name again, and the spiritual power fluctuations on his body suddenly increased and stirred.

The dense ghost of the girl suddenly let out an even more terrible scream.

"I'm pretty skilled. ”

Zhang Wenjiao frowned, and then sneered: "But these are my carefully selected collections, if you really hurt them, you can't afford to lose your life!"

Before the words fell, I saw Zhang Wenjiao suddenly raise his hand and wave.

The ghosts of the girls with painful faces shook slightly, and then flew up, surging towards Zhang Wenjiao frantically.

The middle-aged monk had the heart to stop him, but the ghost was too fast, and it disappeared around him in the blink of an eye.

"Whoosh!"

The illusory figures of the girls all rushed into Zhang Wenjiao's shadow in an instant, leaving no trace.

Under the dim light, Zhang Wenjiao's shadow was pitch black, but there was an inexplicable weird and eerie feeling.

"Huh. ”

Zhang Wenjiao licked his lips, suddenly showed a playful smile, and said softly: "Suddenly remembered, I seem to have an acquaintance of yours here." ”

Before the words fell, I saw Zhang Wenjiao gently raise his hand and snap his fingers.

"Smack!"

An extremely rich and eerie ghostly aura suddenly floated out of his shadow.

Unlike the ghostly images of the girls just now, this aura was extremely powerful, and as soon as it appeared, the entire izakaya seemed to be trapped in an ice cellar, and the eerie cold feeling completely enveloped the area within a radius of ten meters.

"Hoo ......"

It was as if there was a cold wind blowing.

After the eerie floated out, it slowly condensed into a human figure around Zhang Wenjiao's side, and it became more and more condensed, without the slightest sense of transparency and illusion.

Looking closely, it can be seen that this ghost figure is an old monk with a white beard, wearing a clean but slightly shabby monk's robe, although his face is full of wrinkles, he looks in good spirits.

At this time, I saw that the old monk's closed eyes were slightly open, although there was an eerie and terrifying ghost aura circulating up and down his body, but his eyes were full of compassion.

The mixture of two diametrically opposed breaths gives people a very eerie feeling.

And when the middle-aged monk saw the old monk, he couldn't help but tremble.

"Division...... Uncle Shi!"

He looked at the old monk's eyes full of grief and disbelief, and then all his emotions turned into anger, and he suddenly glared at Zhang Wenjiao, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Demon!

"Tut-tut, look at the way you want to eat me. ”

Zhang Wenjiao pursed his lips and seemed to be very kind to remind: "The monk can't move his hatred, this is a broken vow." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the old monk again, with a satisfied smile on his face, and said lightly: "The old monk who is close to the strength of A-level spiritual consciousness, what a pity if he doesn't make full use of it." ”

"Look how good your uncle is now. ”

Zhang Wenjiao pointed to the old monk's eerie figure, and said with a smile: "After death, the soul has been trained by me, not only perfectly preserved all the strength of the previous life, but even improved slightly, don't you think it's very powerful?"

"I'll kill you!"

The middle-aged monk let out an angry roar, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, and threw himself directly towards Zhang Wenjiao and his body.

I saw that his eyes were red at this time, and the spiritual power that surged out of him seemed to be out of control, raging wildly, bringing the sound of whistling wind, which came in an instant.

"Huh. ”

For the middle-aged monk's crazy attack, Zhang Wenjiao had a look of indifference on his face, and after sneering, he snapped his fingers lightly.

"Whew!"

A gloomy wind blew suddenly.

I saw that the lucid intent that had just appeared in the old monk's eyes disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by endless resentment and murderous intent mixed with chaos.

Immediately afterwards, I saw his figure flickering, and he instantly blocked between Zhang Wenjiao and the middle-aged monk.

"Uncle Shi!"

The middle-aged monk was suddenly shocked.

But his move was already old at this time, and the spiritual power with anger poured out wildly, and he didn't have time to take it back.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged monk's fist slammed into the old monk's chest, and the incomparable strength of the powerful man was vented out like a flood at this moment.

The old monk took this punch hard, and his incomparably solid figure suddenly trembled slightly, and wisps of black ghost qi escaped.

But...... That's all.

The emanating ghost aura filled the small space in the izakaya, making the surroundings even more eerie and cold.

However, the old monk had completely absorbed the huge spiritual power of the middle-aged monk's angry punch, and it seemed that he had not been hurt at all except for being dispersed with some ghost qi.

"Huh!"

The old monk, whose face was expressionless and his eyes were full of chaos and resentment, began to attack without the slightest hesitation, and the shot was a killing move.

A black light and shadow completely condensed by ghost qi suddenly appeared in front of the middle-aged monk.

It was like a sharp blade, slicing through the air in an instant, and attacking the middle-aged monk with a terrifying and cold power.

The distance between one person and one ghost was too close, and the middle-aged monk barely had the slightest time to react.

"Ahh

I saw his eyes widen and let out a loud shout.

The spiritual power in the body surged out again at this moment, frantically condensed in front of him, and made a final defense at this critical moment.

At the same time, it quickly retreated.

But this hasty defense was in vain.

In other words, the difference in strength between one person and one ghost is too big, even if he prepares it, it is impossible to completely prevent the fatal blow of the old monk who has gathered all his strength.

"Shhhh

First there was the sound of the fabric being torn, followed by the sound of a sheepskin bag filled with water being chopped.

"Poof!"

The middle-aged monk's backward footsteps stopped.

The blade-like black light vanished.

On his chest, a terrifying scar appeared that spread diagonally from his shoulder to his waist.

The incision of the scar was very deep, and it seemed to appear too quickly, at first it was just a thin red blood line, and then the flesh that had been cut was reluctant to slowly part.

Suddenly, the red blood gushed out as if he didn't want money, instantly stained his clothes and pants red, and then quickly turned into a red sticky pool of water on the ground.

"Uncle Shi......"

The middle-aged monk looked down at his injuries, and then at the eerie figure, still with a look of disbelief and grief on his face.

"I'm so embarrassed. ”

Zhang Wenjiao was still sitting lazily on the corner stool, turned his head to glance at the middle-aged monk, and said with a faint smile: "It's a pity that he is now my ghost servant, and he is no longer your uncle." ”