She had already read in detail about the Ghost Seeing Yuan in the jade slip she bought from the store, and she knew more about this place than Hui Yan had said. Anyway, she didn't plan to go through, just digging spirit grass in the crevices of the rocks thousands of miles away.

There is no need to enter the void of the abyss, there are already a lot of good things.

However, this place is indeed dangerous, the reptiles on the ground look small, and they can come at random, that is, the fourth and fifth orders, and the shells are extremely hard. Hui Yan didn't lower his Zen staff at all, and stayed in the air all the time, holding the ubiquitous ancient burning lamp in his hand.

The yin qi is extremely heavy, and the thick fog makes people completely unable to see the front and back, left and right, and there is an unspeakable depression and killing.

Without such a spiritual treasure to ward off evil spirits, ordinary people come in to find death, not to mention that ordinary lighting treasures cannot penetrate the dense fog, just the yin qi entering the body can cause people's hearts to be full of demons, and there is also a ubiquitous killing atmosphere, which will also cut people all over the body.

Buddha cultivation may not be strong elsewhere, but in such a place, it is much easier than ordinary people.

The light of the bean illuminated a distance of one zhang from all around, completely blocking the yin qi, and the killing aura hit the periphery of the light, making a soft sonorous sound, like weapons hitting each other.

Hui Yan's whole body was like a taut string, and the white monk's robe on his body did not move at all, faintly golden light came out, and a wave of righteousness arose spontaneously.

A pure and extremely pure Buddhist cultivator, he is simply incompatible with this place, just like a big fat man standing next to a skinny corpse cultivator, diametrically opposed. Although they were able to restrain each other, the confrontation between the two was also extremely tragic.

There was no blood, and no severed limbs flew into the air, but his face was extremely solemn, and sweat had already dripped down.

Hui Yan didn't fly high, less than a zhang above the ground, which could not only block the breath of the ghost abyss, but also give Zhong Zhen the opportunity to collect the spiritual grass on the ground.

The closer you are to the ground, the more intense the battle between good and evil becomes.

Good does not prevail over evil. It is possible to be destroyed and become a corpse on the ground.

Not to mention the piles of bones on the ground, but you can see a few of them when you fly a while.

The love for spiritual grass has always made many monks flock to it. Not even afraid of death.

The golden Buddha light on the monk's robe looked insignificant in the dark fog, but it was strong and unyielding, with a faint warmth, which made Zhong Zhen think of Ding Jiancheng who had left again and again.

The great monk ran so far to see the abyss. Although he never mentioned the reason, she knew very well in her heart that there might be other reasons, but it was probably for Xiao Dingzi's vows and promises that she had made in her heart.

If Zhong Zhen still doesn't understand Ding Jiancheng's simple heart, then her life will be in vain.

Originally, she planned to borrow the light of the monk and take his Zen staff to this place, so that she could help when necessary. However, the other party went all out and put his life and death on the line, but Zhong Zhen regretted it a little.

The monks were afraid of this place. She arrived here like home.

The meager spiritual power contained in the yin qi could be absorbed by her at will. The killing qi attacked the body, and it was extremely difficult for ordinary monks to resist, but she didn't even have a body at all, so she could ignore it at all.

After collecting a lot of spirit grass, Zhong Zhen couldn't bear to tell Hui Yan to stay any longer, lest he become those miserable corpses on the ground.

"Master, let's go back. I'll be alone from now on. This place is not very dangerous for spirits like me. ”

Hui Yan didn't even have time to speak, and it was hard to nod.

The staff was about to fly away when suddenly a dark and red shadow emerged from the crack in the rock.

The flame of the ancient burning lamp suddenly shook. As if blown by the wind, even the flames seemed to be smaller.

This lamp has no oil, but it never goes out, and it does not shake at will. It is a rare spiritual treasure that the world covets, which is driven by the authentic Buddha cultivation spirit and extinguishes the yin soul. Resist evil spirits, block miasma, break illusion arrays, and focus demons.

Anyway, according to Hui Yan, this lamp is not an attack magic weapon, and it can't be thrown in your hand to smash people to death, and it is almost omnipotent.

"Oh no, it's a demon!" Huiyan's brain was like a pinprick in the heart, and the pain was almost unbearable. The demon's divine consciousness covered him, and his primordial spirit dissolved a lot.

It turned out to be a demon, and it was not an ordinary little demon, this thing had taken shape, its limbs were visible, and it had a fixed face.

"Senior Sister Zhong, let's go!" Hui Yan shouted, endured the severe pain after the Yuan Shen was not extracted, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the Zen staff, and began to chant Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

It's not the Sutra of Death, it's the Sutra of Soul Destroying that you read when you destroy the little devil.

Hui Yan's voice was very loud, resounding through the sky, like a thunderclap. And the scriptures actually appeared around him, and these golden words were densely packed towards the demon.

The demon who succeeded in a sneak attack was quickly driven out of his body by Hui Yan, and his divine sense could no longer touch the other party.

The Soul Destroying Sutra can trap the little demon and disperse its spirit, but it has limited effect on the demon.

Hui Yan tried his best to urge his Yuan Shen to recite the scriptures, although there was some effect of attack on this demon with some entities, making it feel abnormal pain, but it could not achieve the purpose of killing the enemy.

Even the light of the Rare Spirit Treasure Ancient Burning Lamp, although it could extinguish any dead monk's primordial spirit, could only keep it a few feet away.

No wonder once a demon is formed, it is all killed by Yuanying or high-level Jindan monks, Hui Yan's heart is bleak, he has only stepped into the Jindan period for two years.

Why didn't you find it before?

Hui Yan didn't understand it very much, he opened his heavenly eyes, even if he didn't use his divine sense, he could detect these yin things from hundreds of miles away.

However, he quickly figured out that the little demon is a feminine thing, and the real demon is actually similar to a human being, so it is not a feminine thing. Just as he could sense the spirit of the little girl hidden in the Buddha statue from afar, if he didn't use his divine sense, he wouldn't know that there was Zhong Zhen in that ruined temple.

Senior Sister Zhong is not a ghost, nor is she a dead person.

Hui Yan regretted it very much, why didn't he use more of his heart on fighting the enemy and fighting before, he was so engrossed in resisting the thick yin qi and killing qi that he didn't remember to sweep around with his divine sense from time to time.

How long will it last? He felt miserable in his heart, but he hoped that Senior Sister Zhong could escape with her life.

At the moment of crisis, he unconsciously seemed to have become Ding Jiancheng, completely forgetting that this person was Zhong Shishi, not Senior Sister Zhong, and even planned to fight for his life to let Zhong Zhen leave.

No, I won't run away this time, Zhong Zhen said secretly. I still owe you a life, and I can't owe another one, otherwise I will pay it off.

People can be shameless, but they must not be unjust!

Even if it is death, it is necessary to die together, so as not to regret it for the rest of your life in the future. (To be continued.) )