All the defilement and evil energies will be affected by the Pure Bell. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And what is filth, and what is evil?

"There is no good or evil in power itself, and only the will to use power can distinguish between good and evil. Regardless of the reason and motive, if the power used hurts someone else, then there is a certain degree of evil in this will, and the power generated by such a will is the power of defilement. The Pure Bell, the power of purification, exists for such filth. ”

Many years ago, when Mingchuan's teacher handed over the Jingling to him, he said something like this.

At that time, he was too young to understand the meaning very well.

At this time, he still couldn't fully understand this sentence, but now all he could rely on was this Jingling with the "power of purification".

Whether it is the magic circle laid by others or the mind control of ghosts, it is all used as a means of attack, and it is the power of filth. In either case, the purifying power of the net bell will be effective.

The crisp ringing of the bell is even more ethereal in this underground cavern.

As the sound reverberates, the surrounding air and river ripple with layers.

Ming Chuan felt that the cold under him seemed to subside a little.

The water no longer rose, and the ice stopped on his knees.

A moment later, Mingchuan rang the second bell.

As the bell rang, his head seemed to have been smashed with a sledgehammer, producing a sharp dull pain, followed by a flurry of tinnitus and dizziness.

The ghost spirit can't hold it anymore.

The ghost qi accumulated in the body is still too little, and although the net bell is summoned, it is still a little difficult to use.

However, the second bell rang as scheduled, reverberating back and forth in the air, producing bursts of echoes.

The river that had already overflowed his waist slowly receded in the shock, and soon retreated to the calf position.

The level of ice is also weakening, and Meikawa can even hear the "squeak" sound of the ice as it cracks.

It's not enough.

It is not yet possible to completely dispel these forces.

When he shook the bell for the third time, it didn't ring, but his head ached more and more.

Ming Chuan held the net bell in one hand, stroked his forehead that was as painful as a pinprick with the other, and couldn't help but moan in a low voice.

The river rose again, and the ice, which had been shattered, began to freeze again.

The power continues to spread, even faster than before, obviously, after being counterattacked, the other party has a sense of crisis, and just wants to solve him as soon as possible.

Although he knew that most of these were illusions produced after the mental power was affected, once the brain took it seriously, the body functions would also produce corresponding reactions, his legs could not move, the cold made his whole body shiver, and once the ice reached the part of his chest, he would die of heart paralysis.

Ming Chuan gritted his teeth and let out a muffled snort, for the first time in his life, he hoped that the ghost qi in his body could grow rapidly.

As if sensing his thoughts, the ghost qi suddenly became active in his body, and it jumped wildly along the blood vessels and meridians of his body, and the growth rate suddenly increased several times.

Correspondingly, Ming Chuan felt that the blood vessels and meridians of his body seemed to be stuffed with countless steel needles, and with the flow of blood, there was a constant sharp pain like a pinprick in the body.

This pain is completely different from the previous headache, but it is more unbearable.

Ming Chuan couldn't help but want to scream, but he still gritted his teeth and focused all his attention on the feeling of the ghost qi in his body.

After dozens of seconds, in Ming Chuan's opinion, it seemed that dozens of minutes had passed, and the accumulation of ghost qi could finally be used by him again.

At this time, Ming Chuan's whole body was covered with cold sweat, and he couldn't tell the difference between sweat and river water, even if he just raised his arm and shook it gently, such an action made him feel painful.

The sound of the net bell finally rang.

The river quickly receded under the sound of the bells, and the ice beneath his feet shattered.

He moved his feet and walked out of the river.

Stepping on the raised rock, Mingchuan weakened his knees and fell directly to the ground.

A dazzling light suddenly lit up in front of him, and although his eyes were closed, he couldn't help but raise his hand and put it in front of his forehead to cover it.

"Mr. Mingchuan, although we have been separated for a while, you don't need to be so polite to me. Gao Shanjing's voice sounded from the top of his head with a thick smile.

Ming Chuan grinned, endured the pinprick pain in his body, and said in a trembling voice, "Remove the flashlight from my head." ”

Gao Shanjing smiled, and as he instructed, he directed the light in other directions.

"Did you just encounter something?" asked Takayama with a smile.

"I accidentally got hit. Ming Chuan rolled over, sat on the ground, supported the ground with his hands behind him, and replied weakly while panting.

"Hehe, I can see it. Gao Shan Jing looked at Ming Chuan with a smile, and then said, "You suddenly ran away, I was thinking, I guess I fell for the temptation of the enemy." ”

"This guy looks like he's going to use illusions. Ming Chuan frowned, and his face turned pale.

After using the Jingling, the ghostly qi did not stop because of this, and now he still endures the pain of thousands of needles just now.

Not only that, but the ghost energy is still growing wildly. The blood vessels in the body were almost bursting.

Ming Chuan's face became more and more ugly, and cold sweat couldn't stop dripping from his forehead, and now he had to endure it with all his willpower to not cry out.

Gao Shanjing quickly noticed that something was wrong with him, walked to his side, squatted down, looked at him carefully, and asked, "Did you fall for any other tricks?"

Ming Chuan was powerless to answer, but just shook his head.

The way he looks now isn't the result of his previous illusions. It's the ghost qi in his body, which has become uncontrollable because of the previous influence.

At the current rate of growth, it won't be long before he will be devoured by the ghost qi.

It must be brought under control before then.

He thought about the situation he had in the morgue before, and concentrated all his mental energy, remembering the voices and incantations in his head at that time, and remembering the set of martial arts that Takayama Kaguya had taught him. Use all your strength to control the ghost energy in your body.

Gao Shanjing didn't bother him, he stood quietly aside, half-squinted, and observed carefully.

Takayama Jing's sensory ability was very sharp, and he could clearly feel the flow of aura around Mingchuan.

"That's interesting. Gao Shanjing muttered a whisper, he knew that even if he spoke louder at this time, Ming Chuan in front of him would not be able to hear it, and these words were said to Jing Hong, "Have you ever seen this situation before?

Qing Hong did not answer, and Qin Hong, who was hidden in the shadows, was unable to respond now. (To be continued.) )