To go or not to go?

It's just a scaresome ghost, and it doesn't seem to be very fierce now.

But if you don't deal with it, it's a nuisance to scare people.

After I told Lan Feng about the situation, Lan Feng immediately said, "It's not very powerful, right?" Then let's go back and find out that guy first, and I'll find someone else to deal with the matter here, what do you think?"

Not only Lan Feng was anxious, but Wu Lang was also anxious, his demon thoughts were seizing the time to snatch the control of the Mountain God Seal, once the demon thoughts were successful, the two of them would be two completely separated individuals.

At that time, he Wulang was still a ghost who had been dead for hundreds of years, not some mountain god.

If he wants to be this little god who can control a place, he can only fight with Demon Thoughts to the end.

As an existence of two and a half pounds and eight taels, Wu Lang actually has little confidence in himself.

Otherwise, he would have been the first to run away.

This shows that he is actually not as strong as Demon Thoughts.

I thought about it, and I thought it would be better to get out of here first, and the side cannon thought the same thing.

We went down the mountain before dawn, normally Wulang can control this Wulang Mountain, although he can't actually do this, he can't completely turn this place into his home field, but he can still help take care of the blue wind.

When Blue Wind stepped on the air, there would suddenly be an extra stone on the ground, and he would not be allowed to tumble down the mountain.

Soon, we were halfway up the mountain.

This time it's much faster than the last one.

Just when everything was going in a good direction, Lan Feng suddenly shouted.

"Ah!!h

Blue Wind shouted loudly, slipped under his feet, and fell straight down the mountain.

It had rained here not long ago, and if Blue Wind really stepped on the air and fell down from the mountain, even if he didn't fall to his death, the bones would have to break a lot.

Fortunately, with a wave of my hand, the pure yang mana broke out of my body, caught the blue wind, and there was a stone platform under my mana, no matter how I fell him, I couldn't kill him.

I dragged him back from near the mountain road and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Feng's expression was still a little abnormal, and at first glance, it was a reaction after being strongly frightened.

"Over there, there's a ghost on the mountain over there..."

As he spoke, Lan Feng stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed to the verdant peaks opposite Wulang Mountain.

This mountain is a little higher than Wulang Mountain, about two or three hundred meters high.

The way up the mountain has been stretched, and with my eyesight, I can even see the blue striped stone sloping downward.

And at the top of the peak, there is also a vermilion façade.

But the ghost... I didn't see it.

As soon as my mind moved, my mind suddenly left my body and stretched towards the mountain peak not far away.

As soon as I got to the bottom of the mountain, a bell rang suddenly.

The sound echoed through the mountains, causing a burst of echoes.

I looked up and saw a golden ring of light emerging from the top of the opposite mountain.

This kind of aura is very familiar to me, it is the magic power of Buddhism.

"It should be fine, there are also high-ranking people in the temple opposite, who found me snooping, and the bell just now was to say hello to me, but it was also a warning. ”

As soon as I finished speaking, Lan Feng hurriedly said, "What about the ghost I saw just now?"

"If there were, it would have been wiped out by the bells. ”

I asked Lan Feng two more questions, and it turned out that this ghost was found by him on the opposite mountain road.

The fog was heavy in the early morning, and Lan Feng's eyes couldn't see that far, so it was still that ghost thing who deliberately wanted him to see and draw his attention.

From this point of view, the ghost thing succeeded.

But in doing so, he apparently threw himself into the opposite hill.

Although the Buddhists will be compassionate, there are also Vajra angry eyes and demons, and most of the ghosts will not last long.

"Could that just now be the hungry ghost creature last night?"

I think it's a good chance, but it's also possible that it's not at all.

"Alright, it's settled, let's move on!"

As I spoke, I jumped off the edge of a broken stone platform, jumped more than ten meters away, and landed on the stone platform below.

As soon as I arrived, a grimace popped out from under my feet.

I am also considered to have experienced a hundred battles, and with a wave of my hand, a bright golden light fell, covering the grimace.

The screams were heard, and then quickly disappeared.

After dismissing the ghost, I stood on the stone platform and quietly observed everything around me.

There is no difference here, but the Yin Qi that has not yet been refined is still there.

This shows that there are really ghosts here.

The ghost thing I just cleaned up wasn't a hallucination.

The others soon came down, and when they were on their feet, I made it clear what had just happened.

"Why is there still one?" Bian Pao's face was a little unsightly.

The side cannon was a little unhappy, and the appearance of these ghosts undoubtedly affected the speed of his return.

"Forget it, don't care about him so much!"

Bian Cannon muttered, and the little paper man holding his hand suddenly jumped up in the air.

They were very fast, and in the blink of an eye, they dispersed, each picking a direction, and flying not far away.

The side cannon is also for safety reasons, anyway, he has enough paper figures, and it's not appropriate to take it out if he has nothing to do, and now it looks like this.

We were descending the hill without stopping, when the side artillery suddenly stopped.

"What's going on?"

I hurriedly asked him what had happened, and Bian Cannon said, "My paper figure has disappeared." ”

Naturally, it is impossible for the side cannon to make things that do not work.

In fact, the strength of these paper figures is not much worse than that of ordinary ghosts.

But this is such a paper figure, which has disappeared since just now.

As he was saying this, Bian Cannon's face became even more ugly.

"Another paper figure is gone!"

Of course, Bian Cannon didn't have any special feelings for these paper figures, but it took him a lot of effort to make them.

"Sample, I'm going to see who is the most numerous!"

Bian Pao gritted his teeth, flicked his sleeves, and suddenly, more than a dozen paper figures flew out.

Seeing the paper man turn into a stubborn soldier, Lan Feng was almost stunned.

I ignored him because I still had to look at that Urang.

When the divine thought enveloped the neighborhood, my face became a little serious,

Because there are a lot of ghosts here!

In terms of numbers, there must be at least seven or eight hundred ghosts.

"How can there be so many?" I suddenly had a headache.

"I don't know, now I have to go down!"

As he spoke, he jumped down with his water and fire sticks.

"Woohoo!"

The sound continued, and the side cannon had already smashed back all the ghosts that dared to approach, and most of them were frozen into popsicles.

They are not disillusioned, but it will take some time for them to recover.

(End of chapter)