The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Gu Changsheng said: "What is the difficulty of the city lord?"

"That's not true, it's just that the little master suddenly asked about the thousand-year-old bone demon, and the city lord was really a little surprised. ”

The city lord said with a heavy look in his eyes: "Yes, under a mistake, this city lord has seen it from a distance outside the Blood Skull Mountain.

The Blood Skull Mountain was originally a mass grave, and the corpses in it were all over the field, and the resentment was overwhelming.

This skeleton spirit has absorbed the resentment of thousands of dead souls before he can turn on his spiritual wisdom and turn into a demon.

Demons are different from human beings, if you want to open your spiritual intelligence, you need chance and creation, this blood skeleton spirit, the cultivation is only a hundred years, and it can be compared with most demons who have cultivated for thousands of years.

The Dao of this city lord, the Jindan Realm, glanced at it from afar, and was almost taken away by the blood skeleton spirit. Therefore, in order to suppress this blood skeleton spirit, it must be a great monk who comes out. ”

Wu Ling said with a smile: "Little monk, are you still planning to subdue demons and eliminate demons?"

Gu Changsheng lowered his eyebrows and said: "Thousands of dead souls are condensed into one, even if there is no disaster today, once they come out of the Blood Skull Mountain in the future, they will also set off a monstrous killing in this red dust." ”

"What the little master said is that the resentment of the souls on this Blood Skull Mountain will be absorbed by the blood skull essence sooner or later, and without this revenant spirit at that time, this blood skull spirit will also run out to bring disaster to the world. The city lord sighed.

Gu Changsheng stood up with his hands folded and said, "The city lord is willing to accompany the little monk on a trip?"

"Go there?" the city lord had a bad premonition.

"Blood Skull Mountain. Gu Changsheng replied.

The city lord gasped: "Little master, you ...... Don't be reckless, that blood skull essence mana is boundless, and the city lord and you combined, can't shake it in the slightest. ”

"As long as the city lord cooperates with me, I will wait until I get to the outside of the Blood Skull Mountain and listen to the arrangement of the little monk. "Gu Changsheng's face is like a flat lake, and there is no joy or sorrow.

"Does the little master have any secret treasures for subduing demons and subduing demons?" the city lord asked tentatively.

"The little monk has no long things, and before going down the mountain, the master did not give a demon subduing weapon. Gu Changsheng said truthfully.

Castle Lord: "......"

"Little monk, now is not the time to joke. You can kill the poison fly, but you must know that this poison fly is not an ant compared to the blood skull spirit. Wu Ling said solemnly.

"It's none of your business. Gu Changsheng ignored the girl and said, "The city lord would like to accompany the little monk on a trip?"

"Go...... OK. The city lord said: "But this city lord will not step into the Blood Skull Mountain for half a step." ”

"That's enough. Gu Changsheng walked out of the hall.

"Dad, do you really want to come with this little monk?" asked Wu Ling with a pale face.

"As a father, I suddenly remembered one thing, the age and appearance of this little monk, and the place where he appeared in this city, calculated to match the identity of that one. The lord of the city replied:

"I'm going to go with this little monk now, I can't let him go alone, in case it's really anyone, the lord of this city is a capital crime, you wait at home for me." ”

Wu Ling's face was full of confusion, what is it? What is the origin of this little monk?

......

The mana is surging, turning into the flow of golden light of the Buddha Dao outside the long body.

Gu Changsheng stepped into the air and said, "The city lord seems to have something to ask the little monk." ”

"The little master's eyes are like torches. The city lord looked at Gu Changsheng and said, "Fourteen years ago, Yan Guo sent an incident.

The queen gave birth to a son, but was taken away by an old monk to practice.

There have never been any monks in the Yan Kingdom, and Buddhist monks are even more rare, combined with the age of the little master Mingkong, the city lord wants to ask, are you His Royal Highness the Prince?"

Gu Changsheng ignored the calm and ethereal, and said with a smile: "Before going down the mountain, the master did say that I had not broken the red dust, and asked me to return to this Yan country to meet my father and queen mother. ”

"Is it really His Royal Highness the Prince?" the city lord hurriedly saluted and said, "Why didn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince reveal his identity earlier?"

"The city lord also guessed the identity of the little monk, so he temporarily changed his mind and was willing to go to the Blood Skull Mountain with me?" Gu Changsheng asked rhetorically.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The city lord said: "The danger of Blood Skull Mountain, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince already knows, I think His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should not go first, even if you want to subdue the demons, you should return to the royal city and talk about it after meeting Your Majesty." ”

"It's useless to say more, I just want you to protect the Dharma for me, and I won't let you step into Blood Skull Mountain for half a step. Gu Changsheng closed his eyes after speaking.

The city lord was puzzled.

A young man who has built a foundation realm of nine folds, even if he is superb in Buddhism and has extraordinary combat power, what confidence does he have to subdue a monstrous blood skeleton spirit with monstrous strength?

......

Within a radius of 100 miles, there is no sunlight.

Dark clouds in the headspace, one on top of the other.

A mountain that stretched for dozens of miles appeared in front of it.

Gu Changsheng opened the eyes of the sky and looked at it, and the big mountain he saw was shaped like a skeleton, touching the sky, and its external terrain was sunken, and the corpses and bones piled up were thousands, innumerable.

The earth was stained dark red with blood.

A terrifying demonic power gathered above the scarred and unfailing skull mountain.

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, what are you going to do?" the city lord asked in fear.

When he came to this place, he shuddered and his hair was terrifying.

The young man on the side was as calm as a holy Buddha.

"A frontal fight is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. But if you want to subdue demons, you don't just rely on your own cultivation. ”

Gu Changsheng fell to the ground and said solemnly: "If the little monk wants to carve the Buddhist scriptures and mantras here, it will take seven hundred and forty-nine days to lead the creation of heaven and earth, and condense the spiritual wit, during this period, the city lord will protect the Dharma for me." ”

The city lord was stunned, this Buddhist monk, subduing demons and eliminating demons, has his own means, but this ninefold path of building the foundation realm, carving a scripture, can cross several major realms to subdue a blood skeleton spirit?

If others can't do it, it doesn't mean that Gu Changsheng can't do it, he is the reincarnation of the spirit child, this body of spiritual blood, born with the divine brilliance of Buddha nature, is comparable to the power of Buddhism.

In the Dragon Elephant Temple, Gu Changsheng burned 8,400 scriptures with spiritual blood as the medium, borrowing the power of the heavenly gods and Buddhas, thus suppressing the Blood Bat Demon King that even the old monks couldn't fight.

There are no 8,400 scriptures here, but Gu Changsheng has time, he can carve scriptures, and borrow the power of heaven and earth through the guidance of spiritual blood, although it cannot be compared with the time in the Dragon Elephant Temple, but it is also the way to return to the same end.

But seeing Gu Changsheng cut his fingertips and blood spilled, what he wanted to write down was "Immovable Ming King Mantra!"

"Sacrum Siddy. Sidhi, Susiddhi, Sidja, Royerkuyan, Sammasiri, Desa Bha!"

Obscure mantras, philosophical and full of Dharma wafted into the mouth.

Gu Changsheng's fingertips, the spiritual blood flowing out, brilliant, divine and crystalline, shaped like ink, carved one by one Sanskrit imprints on the ground.

In less than a day, Gu Changsheng was within ten zhang, and he was full of "Immovable Ming King Mantra", and there was a trace of pale on his face, because of excessive bleeding.