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The ghost king's face suddenly showed a trace of solemnity, the two lightning doves, the thunder and lightning that spewed, made him faintly feel a threat, which happened to be his nemesis, and although Ye Feng only had the cultivation of the early stage of the Yuan Infant, but the two magic weapons in his hands also happened to be able to restrain him, and the old monk who suddenly appeared was not only cultivated to reach the late Yuan Infant stage, slightly better than him, but also a Buddhist monk, and the practice of cultivation happened to be the nemesis of the underworld.

This ghost king had just come to this realm, and when he saw that there were all opponents around him who restrained him, he couldn't help but have a look of anger on his face.

At this time, Monk Huizhi said lightly, "Ye Daoyou, leave a living mouth, the old man wants to use the method of soul searching!"

"Good!"

As soon as Ye Fengfang agreed, the heavenly phoenix wings behind him flashed, and he disappeared from the spot, and then appeared in front of this ghost king.

Seeing Ye Feng's ghostly astonishment, this ghost king was suddenly startled, and then waved a pair of ghost claws and grabbed Ye Feng.

And Ye Feng didn't need to dodge, the two long whips in his hands struck down at this ghost king at the same time.

This ghost king had just suffered the loss of the ghost whip, so he naturally didn't dare to harden it, and although the whip seemed to be inconspicuous, the terrifying aura emitted made the ghost king faintly feel that his restraint seemed to be still on the ghost whip, and his figure flashed, and he shot to the side, narrowly avoiding the simultaneous attack of the whip and the ghost whip.

It's just that the ghost king has not yet stabilized his body, and a scream from the two lightning doves came out, and dense silver-white thunder and lightning shot out, instantly dispersing the yin qi nearby, and the light shining near it was as bright as day.

If it was an ordinary monk, it would be difficult to dodge the attacks of these thunderbolts, but this ghost king's cultivation to the realm of the high-level ghost king, whether it was supernatural powers or the experience of fighting, was extremely rich, and at the moment when those thunderbolts were close, he did not use defensive means to harden these thunderbolts at all, but flashed again, and flew to the side again from the edge of those thunderbolts.

Although he avoided most of the lightning attacks, a few lightning bolts at close range still caused the ghost king to suffer a lot of trauma.

Before the Ghost King could completely avoid the attack range of these thunderbolts, a golden light suddenly flashed, and above his head, a huge bowl suddenly appeared.

I saw that this bowl was only more than ten zhang in size, and under the upside down, a golden light shone out, just shrouding the figure of this ghost king.

Shrouded in golden light, this ghost king did not feel a trace of discomfort at all, but was warm all over, his eyes were blurred for a while, and he almost couldn't help but fall into a deep sleep.

After a while, the ghost king suddenly came to his senses, and suddenly thought of something, his face was full of fear, and then his body flashed, and he was about to get rid of this golden light.

Inside the bowl above, a huge suction force suddenly came out, and it was about to suck him into the bowl.

The ghost king suddenly appeared in fright, and in the golden light, he seemed to be deep in the mud, and his body suddenly slowed down a lot. I didn't care about escaping, so I had to use my magic power to desperately resist the suction from the bowl.

And after a moment's delay, the thunder and lightning spewed out by the lightning dove had already burst out, enveloping the ghost king in it.

"Roar... ！”

After this ghost king was struck by lightning, the yin qi on his body suddenly collapsed greatly, only to feel that his soul was almost about to collapse, and he couldn't help but let out a terrible scream.

It's just that at the same time as the miserable cry came out, he could no longer resist the suction from the bowl, and his body was uncontrollably pulled into the air, and under the fierce struggle of the ghost king, after a while, the whole body was sucked into the bowl.

After the bowl put away the ghost king, the scattered golden light suddenly dissipated, and then turned into a few inches in size and fell into the hands of the Huizhi monk.

"Zen Master Huizhi is so powerful, he can actually include the high-level ghost king in the magic weapon!" Seeing this scene, Ye Feng showed a hint of amazement.

Monk Huizhi said noncommittally, "Ye Daoyou has won the award, Lao Qu's magic weapon, there are no other magical powers, but it can just perform some trapping methods, and just now it is all up to Ye Daoyou's shot, otherwise it would not be so easy, but Ye Daoyou's two spirit beasts, even the high-level ghost king can be restrained, it seems that today to be able to break this ghost array, it will depend on Ye Daoyou!"

"The Zen master has won the prize!"

Ye Feng politely agreed, and then looked at the battle group below, only to see that the rest of the ghost kings were attacked from inside and outside, and they had been crushed, and the monks of Ziwei Palace had already flown into the air, blocking the way for those ghost kings to escape from above, and under the siege of the monks of the three parties at the same time, most of the ghost kings who had been annihilated, although the rest of the ghost kings were struggling, but they had no power to fight back at all, and the annihilation of these ghost kings was almost in a moment.

When Monk Huizhi saw this scene, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The origin of these underworlds is a little weird, so I bother Ye Daoyou to protect the Dharma one or two, and the old man wants to perform some soul-searching techniques!":

"Zen master rest assured that the spell is cast!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, with a whistle, the two lightning doves quickly separated, forming a zigzag with himself, protecting Monk Huizhi in the middle.

The monk Huizhi fell to the ground, sat cross-legged, and then played a spell on the bowl, and after a while, the ghost king was reduced countless times in size, and slowly appeared from the bowl.

It's just that after this ghost king was trapped for a while, his eyes were chaotic and listless, and he seemed to be a little even confused.

And the monk Huizhi stretched out his hand and grabbed the ghost king in his hand, his eyes were closed, and there were words in his mouth.

The ghost king's face suddenly came to his senses, and he was about to struggle out, but after a while, he showed a look of pain and gradually stopped struggling.

Ye Feng couldn't help but show a hint of surprise, casting the soul searching technique, it is generally a high-level monk to a low-level monk, only if the divine sense is far away from the many people who have been cast the spell, can the soul search be successful, otherwise if one is not careful, there will be a danger of backlash.

Today's Ye Feng, although his divine sense is far from that of a monk of the same level, and even slightly higher than that of a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, he does not dare to easily perform the soul searching technique on the high-level ghost king, and this wise monk, when he casts the soul searching technique on the ghost king of the same level, the ghost king is difficult to resist even for a moment, which is enough to show that this wise monk not only has great magical powers, but also the power of divine consciousness is far from that of an ordinary monk in the late Yuan Infant period.

After a cup of tea, Monk Huizhi slowly opened his eyes, and the ghost king's body also turned into a piece of yin qi under the soul search, and it collapsed, indicating that his soul had been scattered.

It's just that after performing the soul searching technique, Monk Huizhi showed a hint of surprise.