Kukai was stunned.

He did see a flash of golden light just now, not far away.

It's a pity that the white mist obscures his vision, and he can't see who it is.

"Is it a strong man of the Daomen, or a Buddhist monk?"

Kukai was a little surprised.

The existence that can condense the golden light of the degree, there are only a handful of the entire Jin Kingdom.

It is extremely difficult for a monk to condense the golden light.

First of all, it is necessary to condense the power of a thousand merits, and this power of a thousand merits cannot be obtained by killing a thousand resentful souls.

It was a true degree, and it took Kukai fifteen years to condense the power of more than 670 merits.

There is still a distance to make up a thousand paths, and even if you condense the power of a thousand paths of merit, you can only shape the golden body of Buddhism, and then transform the golden light in the cultivation.

Therefore, the existence of being able to have the golden light of the degree is all a master of the Dao, and a real master of the Dao.

The golden light shines brightly, washing away resentment.

There has been turmoil in the ghost tomb near the river recently, but there has only been some turmoil, and the senior monks in the temple think that the seal of the ghost tomb near the river is a little loose, so he asked him to come over to investigate.

Unless it is the resurrection of the ghost king, it is impossible to attract people who have attained the Tao.

"I think it should be a senior, but unfortunately, I can't walk around, there are still two donors here, if I leave, there will be ghost cultivators who will come to trouble them."

Kukai was a little uncomfortable, and he wanted to meet this master.

But thinking that Ye Ping and Su Changyu were on the side, he didn't dare to leave, lest he leave and let those ghost cultivators take advantage of the void.

It was at this time.

In the white mist, a group of lonely souls and wild ghosts gathered.

"Why didn't Lan'er and Yang Wen come back for so long?"

"Yes, it's been half an hour, if it drags on, once the formation disappears, it will be troublesome."

"Are they going to be in danger?"

There are about twenty or thirty of these lonely souls and wild ghosts, and they are considered a small force in the ghost tomb near the river, and they usually catch some lonely monks and absorb each other's yang energy.

"Impossible, those two are just Qi Cultivation Cultivators, Yang Wen and Lan Er are at least the Great Perfection of Ghost Soldiers, which is equivalent to Qi Cultivation Perfection, unless they provoke that monk, but I don't perceive the power of Buddhism."

The man in the lead said this, and his tone was very firm.

"My lord, could it be that those two people pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, they seem to be practicing qi, but in fact they are foundation building monks, just to attract us to the past?"

"Otherwise, two Qi cultivators, one of whom is still the second layer of Qi cultivation, dare to come to the River Ghost Tomb?"

One of the ghosts said, curious.

As soon as he said this, the rest of the wild ghosts couldn't help but be stunned.

If you think about it, it's possible.

"It shouldn't be possible, there are millions of resentful souls in the ghost tomb near the river, maybe he can deceive us, but he can't deceive other evil ghosts, and even if this is the case, there is no need to worry."

"I have already broken through to the realm of ghost warriors, even if the two of them are monks who have built the foundation of the Great Perfection, they can't help me."

"Could it be that they can still condense the golden light?"

The leader of this group of wild ghosts is very confident, he is a monk of the ghost realm, which is equivalent to the monk's foundation realm.

In addition, this place is a ghost tomb near the river, which is an innate bonus for them.

In a battle with the same realm, even if he can't fight, it is absolutely impossible to die in the hands of the other party, so he has nothing to fear.

Therefore, all the ghost cultivators nodded one after another.

Indeed, even if Ye Ping and Su Changyu really pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, what can they do?

Could it be that Jin Dan pretended to practice qi?

This is basically impossible, and it is impossible for Jindan real people to come to this kind of place.

It's impossible to really hit the golden light, right?

It was also when the ghosts were thinking about it.

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

As the voice sounded, all the resentful spirits cheered up.

Sure enough, a familiar figure appeared in the eyes of all the ghosts.

For a moment, these resentful spirits were excited.

"Don't move, let him come over a little more, lest he be spoiled by that stinky monk."

"And don't kill him directly, scare him first, the six gods who scare him are masterless, and we better absorb yang energy."

The leader of this group of lonely souls spoke, telling all the resentful souls not to get excited, and waiting for Ye Ping to get closer before making a move.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll scare him to the core."

"Hey, hey, hey, it's finally a person, we're definitely going to play slowly."

"Yes, I just hope this guy won't be scared to death by us like that person last time."

The group laughed, and they looked very excited and impatient.

And not far away.

Ye Ping held the flying sword in his hand, and his expression was very depressed.

He was depressed.

Didn't you say that this is a ghost tomb near the river? Why did I go for almost a stick of incense, and I didn't see a lonely ghost.

What about ghosts?

Where did it go?

Are they all dead?

Ye Ping was very uncomfortable, he finally learned the method of transcendence, and he was thinking about brushing up some merits, but he didn't expect to be stunned that he hadn't encountered a ghost.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, Ye Ping can't describe it.

Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but feel resentful.

But at this moment, suddenly, Ye Ping couldn't help but be stunned.

The Taishang Sutra is not only the soul of the dead, but also the resentment.

I have a grudge now, can I get rid of it?

If you temper yourself, will you have merit?

If there is merit, then it can not be produced and sold?

Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help patting his head, and a light golden light sank into his body from the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

This is the golden light.

The next moment, an indescribable sensation appeared.

As if entering the sage mode, all the troubles, pressure, and depression are gone.

The only pity is that Mu has merit.

But this feeling is very good, there is a feeling of enlightenment and wisdom, and people can't help but feel happy.

"Although it does not have the power of merit, it is not bad to allow oneself to enter a state of enlightenment, open up wisdom, and eliminate troubles."

Ye Ping evaluated himself.

It doesn't have the power of merit, but it can eliminate troubles, which is very good.

However, just as Ye Ping was thinking.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

In an instant, some low, hoarse voices rang out.

"I ...... Dead..... It's miserable. ”

The voice was extremely low, with a kind of wail, and it sounded creepy.

At this moment, Ye Ping was stunned.

Clouds of black mist appeared, turning into a group of evil ghosts, headless ghosts, severed limbs ghosts, and some resentful spirits, covered in blood, looking miserable.

The yin wind gusted, the sound of wailing sounded, and dozens of resentful spirits were crawling on the ground, staring at Ye Ping with great resentment.

These resentful souls, seeing Ye Ping, who was already 'stunned' in place, couldn't help laughing in their hearts, feeling that Ye Ping was already scared stupid.

They enjoy the fear.

And yet in the next moment.

Ye Ping came back to his senses, and his eyes were ...... A look of surprise.

Belch?

Surprise???

The ghosts were stunned.

What does that mean?

Shouldn't it be fear?

Why are you still surprised?

The resentful spirits were a little confused.

And Ye Ping, who came back to his senses, was indeed full of joy.

He searched for a stick of incense, but he didn't find a single resentful soul, but he didn't expect dozens of resentful spirits to appear at once.

How does this not make him happy?

"I died so unjustly."

"I'm in so much pain."

"I'm so uncomfortable."

At this moment, a resentful spirit covered in blood came to Ye Ping's feet, he grabbed Ye Ping's naked feet, and his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

It was a hanged man with a cyan strangulation mark around his neck.

The hanged ghost looked at Ye Ping directly, and he was looking forward to Ye Ping's next performance.

But the next moment, Ye Ping squatted down directly, looking at the hanging ghost with compassion on his face.

"Are you really in pain?"

Ye Ping asked with compassion on his face.

The voice sounded, and the hanged ghost couldn't help but be stunned?

What does it mean?

You ask me if it's painful, why do I do it?

Do you still want to transcend me?

Big brother is serious, okay? I'm a ghost.

Can you give some normal people a reaction.

Would you like to cry one and show me?

The hanged ghost couldn't help but complain in his heart.

However, although he complained in his heart, the hanged ghost still looked at Ye Pingdao very miserably.

"Yes, I'm in so much pain, can you save me."

The words of the hanged man were full of misery, and the eyes revealed the color of resentment.

But at this very moment.

Ye Ping's voice sounded in his ears.

"It's okay, you'll be in no pain right away."

The voice rang out.

Before waiting for the hanged ghost to react.

A beam of golden light appeared in Ye Ping's palm.

In an instant, the resentful spirits were stunned.

Degree of golden light?