A light and shadow flashed in the dark night, and through this light, Li Ji saw a man in white wearing a green ghost mask appear in the corner of the room, his eyes were narrow and hideous, and he was wearing a white cloak, like a ghost.

The white figure flickered, and suddenly rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye, it had come to the front, and the figure was so fast, as if it was teleporting.

"Old bald donkey, hand over what is in your hands, and I will spare you from death. ”

The white-clothed man in the blue ghost mask said gloomily, and there were more than a dozen figures behind him, all of whom were masked black-clothed men with fierce eyes.

The old monk sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his lips and teeth lightly opened, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures, and the rosary in his hand rolled flexibly between his fingers.

The orange flames in front of him danced up and down, and between the tongues of fire, the green smoke was misty, and his clear shadow was obliquely reflected on the ground, blending in with the silence around him.

At this time, a thunder outside the house exploded in the night sky, and the wind and clouds surged, and the dark clouds rolled over the sky.

A flash of lightning burst through the air, the dilapidated temple suddenly lit up, and the old monk sitting on the ground had disappeared, standing behind the group of black-clothed people at some point.

The old monk's wide gray monk's robe was blowing in the wind, and he shouted in a deep voice: "I don't know which master of the Blood Demon Palace is coming?

I didn't see how he behaved, his thin body suddenly rose from the ground, waved his hand, and a Zen staff appeared out of thin air, and thrust it upside down on the ground with a bang, shaking the bluestone brick ground out of turtle patterns.

I saw the old monk flick his fingers, and the Zen staff rose into the air, hovering in the air, and instantly turned into the shadow of ten thousand rods, like ten thousand horses galloping, slashing towards the group of black-clothed people.

"Huh?" The man in white in the blue ghost mask let out an exclamation in vain, followed by a few muffled bangs, and before several people in black could react, they fell down one after another.

Seeing that the man in white led a dozen people in black to appear like a fierce god, and the person who came was not good, Li Ji clenched the Chixiao Sword in his hand, quietly hid in the corner, and silently watched everything that happened in the house.

The old monk disappeared out of thin air, and then suddenly appeared behind the man in black, Li Ji didn't even have time to blink, he saw several men in black fall to the ground without a sound, the speed is incredible!

I couldn't help but secretly applaud in my heart: "What a fast skill!"

After a while, Li Ji suddenly felt dizzy, and his vision began to blur a little, thinking that it was the sequelae of the reversal of his true qi and going mad when he practiced swords during the day, and he didn't think about it at first, but he gradually became drowsy, and the severe pain in his abdomen was unstoppable, and he fell to the ground with a snort, his chest was paralyzed, and his fingers couldn't move.

Seeing this, the old monk's face changed slightly, and he saw that the young man who had collapsed on the ground had red eyes, blue tendons on his forehead, his face was pale and bloodless, and the cyan blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible, and a trace of green qi spread and climbed in between.

The old monk ignored the white-clothed man in the blue ghost mask and the group of masked black-clothed people, dodged and pounced on Li Ji, gently helped him up, and the compassion in his eyes instantly turned into angry King Kong.

"Amitabha!" The old monk shouted a Buddha horn, while stroking the top of his head, secretly exercising his skills, while staring at the white-clothed man in the green ghost mask, and suppressed the raging anger in his calm tone: "Your Excellency is so despicable, you actually cast the world's most poisonous 'blood charm', and you won't let go of even an innocent boy!"

A gloomy voice came from the white-clothed man in the green ghost mask: "Stinky monk, death is coming, you still have time to take care of yourself, you have to be nosy, hypocritical benevolence and righteousness, suffer death!"

Only a terrible ghost roar was heard, and a huge skull formed by countless black qi rushed out of the white-clothed man in the green ghost mask.

The skull flashed with two scarlet eyes, and the black qi was actually entwined by countless unjust souls, and those two scarlet eyes were like fierce beasts waiting for their prey in the dark, exuding greed, madness, and bloodlust......

The skull grinned at some point, full of sharp fangs, and a strange red light flashed, pouring out like a waterfall, devouring and wearing, and the sound of ghosts crying became more and more poignant, and there was a faint sound of chewing and swallowing.

Under the evil gaze of these scarlet eyes, people trembled all over, and they only felt that their spirits were about to dissipate, and the breath of death enveloped everything in the whole room.

The red glow in the skull's eyes became more and more vigorous, and suddenly let out a roar, with the ghost aura of the forest and the endless yin wind, and rushed towards the old monk.

The old monk pinched the cane in his hand, and his strength worked, and the golden light flashed between his fingers, wandering into the void.

In a moment, a golden magic wand was formed in front of him, and the righteousness was brilliant and majestic, and it collided with the skull.

A loud "boom" sounded, the two collided, and a wave of air spread out like a wave, and even Li Ji, who was in the distance, felt the pressure of that wave of air.

The qi wave dissipated, and the surroundings returned to calm, only to see the old monk take three steps back, his face turned pale instantly, and he only felt the blood in his chest surging, and a mouthful of dirty blood almost spurted out.

The white-clothed man in the green ghost mask also took three steps back, Fang stabilized his figure, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned: "Old bald donkey, it really deserves its name, and his skills are profound! It's a pity that you are going to be buried here today, do you have to keep that thing when you die?"

Suddenly, a wanton ridicule resounded in the sky: "Haha, I think I am not a decent family, how can I surrender to you and other evil demons for the sake of my life? Just because you are worthy of what I have in my hand? It's just a fool's dream!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old monk spurted out a mouthful of dirty blood, the color was brownish-green, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly sealed several acupuncture points, and said: "No wonder the fire burned extremely weirdly just now, it turned out that you did something inside and cast the evil poison 'blood charm', it is really despicable and shameless!"

Although the old monk had been poisoned, he relied on his powerful skills to treat the poison in time, and a mouthful of poisonous blood spurted out, and he was half better.

The white-clothed man in the blue ghost mask saw the old monk sitting cross-legged on the ground, and there were still blood stains on his mouth, and he immediately laughed proudly: "Old bald donkey, you also have today? Hurry up and hand over the things, the 'ghost' can spare you from death!"

The old monk still kept his sitting posture and did not move, and said: "The thing is indeed in my Zen staff, if you want to take it, you can take it, and I didn't stop you......"

The man in white, who called himself a "ghost", looked at the big Zen staff placed aside, laughed darkly, and suddenly a sword suddenly appeared in his hand, stabbing the old monk's throat.

The old monk seemed to have expected it, grabbed the ghost shadow's sword with the five fingers of his right hand, slapped the ground with his left hand, and jumped up at once: "Blood Demon Palace Holy Envoy 'Ghost Shadow', you are a despicable villain!"

The ghost figure shuddered suddenly, and quickly flipped his wrist, and the blade of the sword also flipped with it.

Although the old monk has been detoxified, he has lost most of his strength, and at this moment, he is unable to exert his strength in mid-air, Rao is so, and his right hand still catches the sword of the ghost shadow stiffly.

However, the powerful sword qi surged and penetrated directly through the body, leaving a half-foot-long wound on the old monk's body, and blood suddenly spurted out.

The ghost figure showed no mercy, and walked quickly, and the blade of the sword forward, actually stabbed the old monk in the right shoulder, pushing him backwards.

The old monk had no choice but to retreat, and the ghost figure held the hilt of his sword and pushed him straight to the wall.

The old monk was seriously injured, and suddenly took a step forward, letting the long sword penetrate his right shoulder, and at the same time, the five fingers of his left hand turned into a palm, condensing the last breath of spiritual energy, and hit the ghost shadow in the abdomen by surprise.

"Ahh

The old monk shook off the sword, and then pulled out the sword that had been inserted into his right shoulder, only to hear a sound, a stream of blood gushed out, splashing all over his face.

"Damn!" the ghost was furious, and the fallen body leaped to its feet, slashing into the air with a volley.

The power of this punch is more powerful than the palm of the old monk who has just been beared, the fist wind is whirring, and the surrounding space seems to be shattered by this fist wind, and the vibration waves generated are like ripples, rippling in all directions.

The huge fist wind attracted the vitality of heaven and earth, stirred up the wind and clouds for several miles, and came from the sky and the earth, and the ground suddenly flew sand and stones, and the long wind howled, like a rainstorm densely pouring down.

The old monk smiled sadly: "I thought the legendary ghost was so powerful, but now it seems that it is no more than Er'er." ”

"Die. The ghost roared angrily, doubling his fist power in vain, forcing people to score three points, and the murderous aura was awe-inspiring.

The old monk silently chanted "Amitabha", and hit the huge fist wind with both palms in the air, and the huge energy fluctuations shattered the air, and countless huge cracks appeared in the air, devouring the surroundings frantically.

After a burst of mountain shaking, dust flew, and the two figures separated at the same time almost instantly.

The ghost was blasted back ten steps, his blood rolling, and each step knocked a large hole in the solid ground.

On the other hand, the old monk only took eight steps back, but there were obviously two more fist marks on the gray-robed monk's robe, and there was red blood flowing out of his body.

Obviously, the ghost shadow tried his best to strike a blow, and obviously fell into the disadvantage, but the old monk had previously spent half of his strength to treat Li Ji's poison, and then fought with the ghost shadow continuously, no matter how powerful the master was, it was also the end of the strong crossbow, and there was still residual poison in his body, and he was hit by this heavy blow, which caused him great damage.

"Let's go together, let's go together, he's no longer good!" the ghost roared angrily, and the black-clothed people behind him saw that the old monk's skill was so unfathomable, and they immediately panicked, and as soon as they approached, they hurriedly retreated!

"Let's go up together!" Seeing the big Zen staff in the old monk's hand slipping aside, the gray-robed monk's robe was already bloodstained, and he seemed powerless to resist, one of the black-clothed people shouted, and they came back to their senses and rushed towards the old monk frantically!

"Hahaha, since that's the case, let's go on the road together, Huangquan Road is a good companion!" the old monk suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed maniacally.

The old monk and the ghost shadow worked hard all their lives, but at this time, the meridians of the whole body were broken, the internal organs were displaced, the skills were lost, and they were unable to fight back.

At this moment, a thin figure in the air hurriedly swept by, holding his body with one hand, and waving the other hand into the air, sprinkling the white powder in his hand on the group of black-clothed people.

The man in black didn't know what the white powder was, so he hurriedly retreated in fright.

When the white powder dispersed, but there was no trace of the old monk and the young man, the ghost smeared the white powder on the ground, and cursed hatefully: "The little rabbit cub is sprinkled with charcoal ash powder, and seeing the cooked duck flying, it all makes this wild boy of unknown origin yellow, and it is not enough to relieve his hatred if he is not killed!"