"What did you do?"

Han Ao, who was still watching the excitement from the sidelines, saw the strange disappearance of the ghost, as if he had been absorbed by Mo Yuan, and he couldn't sit still anymore.

However, at this moment, Mo Yuan didn't have the heart to answer his question, unlike what others understood, the ghost was not absorbed by him.

Instead, they entered his body and tried to use his body as a sustenance.

Lin Lin had a similar situation before, and Mo Yuan had some vague guesses about his physique or energy system, and now he happened to see a powerful ghost who was dying in a similar situation.

It turned out that Mo Yuan was right, his body could indeed accommodate those ghosts who had lost their sustenance and had not completely dissipated into heaven and earth.

However, Mo Yuan also misestimated one thing, the ghost was completely different from the original Linlin, when it dissolved along Mo Yuan's arm, Mo Yuan felt that his body temperature had almost dropped to below zero, and the blood flow in his veins seemed to be difficult.

At the same time, a huge pain swept through Mo Yuan's body, and there was a sudden darkness in front of him, and he couldn't see anything anymore, but he couldn't pass out to escape this pain like Ling Chi.

He opened his mouth wide and wanted to let out a painful roar to vent his emotions, but his throat couldn't make a sound as if he had been clutched, and only the weak roar of a wounded beast was squeezed out between his teeth.

The black qi turned into a powerful ghost instinctively looked for a more comfortable position, spreading upwards along the arm, and when he saw that he was about to enter Mo Yuan's chest, a blood-red energy swept violently, completely tearing apart and devouring the part of the black qi that entered his chest.

A man's muffled snort suddenly sounded in Mo Yuan's mind, and then he felt that the originally restless black qi finally stopped spreading, and at this time, Mo Yuan's entire right hand was a strange black color because of the black qi.

Seeing Mo Yuan's appearance, Han Ao's vigilance suddenly disappeared mostly, although he didn't know what Mo Yuan had done, but it seemed that there was a big problem with himself.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and Han Ao pointed at Mo Yuan; "Go, kill him!"

The ghost hand that had been hovering beside Han Ao and exuding a strong yin aura shot out without hesitation after Han Ao gave the order, grabbing Mo Yuan's head, looking at the posture as if he wanted to crush it.

Mu Tian always paid attention to Han Ao's movements, and when a smile appeared on the corner of Han Ao's mouth, he felt that the situation was wrong, and a large handful of talisman paper was taken out of his arms and scattered in the air as if he didn't want money.

The moment the rune paper left his hand, it ignited itself, emitting a faint blue light and floating behind Mu Tian.

"Broken words, Twilight!"

The right hand raised lightly, grasped the fist, stretched out a finger, pointed at the ghost hand that had shot in front of Mo Yuan, and let out a soft shout.

Without warning, a golden flame burst into flames at the tip of the ghost hand, burning out most of the black gas that had been wrapped around it.

Behind Mu Tian, the suspended rune paper was densely burned, and in just this moment, more than half of it turned into black ash and went away with the wind.

Han Ao, who had been smiling at the corner of his mouth, finally changed his face at this time, hurriedly recalled the ghost hand, and stared at Mu Tian deadly.

"How is that possible, what did you do?"

He could feel that most of the black qi attached to the ghost's hand had gone in just one moment, although it seemed that the loss was not small when he saw the pain on Mu Tian's face, but how could he have paid to raise these black qi in words?

The entangled black gas is not only the yin of ghosts, but also the ghost energy of powerful ghosts, the resentment of those who have been tortured and killed in vain...

Most of the black qi that had been precipitated over the years was burned in the blink of an eye, and Han Ao only felt that his heart was dripping blood.

Mu Tian looked at the suspended rune paper around him with a painful face, God knows how tiring it was for him to write.

Hearing Han Ao's inquiry, he barely restrained the painful look on his face, and tried his best to pretend to be a fairy wind bone, but the muscles on his cheeks twitched from time to time.

However, Fa Ming, the person present, couldn't speak, Mo Yuan couldn't even open his mouth, and as for Han Ao and Ruoxin, they didn't have the heart to worry about Mu Tian's expression at all, which made Mu Tian's heart feel better.

With a twitching face, he shook his head at Han Ao with the appearance of a hard-pretending immortal wind bone.

"Tsk, if you keep hiding in the shadows and playing sneak attacks, maybe a few of us will really be planted here today, but since you have come out, then the rhythm of tonight will not belong to you."

When Han Ao heard Mu Tian say this, a bad premonition flashed in his heart, and he grabbed Ruoxin beside him and tried to retreat into the woods behind him.

Then, as soon as the footsteps left the ground, a bell rang that hit the depths of the soul, and a large amount of golden light appeared on the ground within a radius of 100 meters with Fa Ming as the center, dispelling the deep darkness, and the chanting of the gods and Buddhas was faintly heard all around, which looked solemn.

Han Ao, who jumped up from the ground, obviously had an endless forest behind him, but he only felt as if he had hit a wall behind him and fell back, and a touch of red oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The black qi emitted by the ghost hand and the ghost head was suppressed by the golden light, and Han Ao could feel that if he fought now, his combat power would be reduced by at least half, and he tried to mobilize the power in his body.

The power that belongs to the warrior can still operate freely without the slightest effect, while the part that belongs to the ghost cultivator is extremely difficult to operate.

Looking sideways, seeing the ugly look on Ruoxin's face, needless to say, Han Ao understood that Ruoxin's situation should be no different from his own.

"Formation? No, it doesn't feel like a formation, it's more like..."

"Impossible, this monk is just a newcomer who has just come out of there! There is no possibility..."

Han Ao muttered to himself, and looked at Ruoxin, who was pale beside him, and his eyes showed a hint of determination.

Don't worry, you'll be fine with me, even if...

When Mo Yuan, who was lying on the ground, was surrounded by golden light, he felt that the restless black qi on his arm gradually calmed down, and the sharp pain that stimulated his nerves all the time was also slightly relieved.

Blurry images began to appear in front of the eyes that had been pitch black.

What's wrong with me? Damn, my body hurts so much, I can't move at all, are Fa Ming and Mu Tian okay? How does this faint chanting sound feel a little familiar, by the way, it seems that Fa Ming has used similar moves before, I remember that time it seemed to pay a string of Buddhist beads, and the momentum seems to be far inferior to now...

When his thinking reached this point, he couldn't think about it anymore, Mo Yuan, who was originally stimulated by severe pain and couldn't fall into a coma, was now relieved and couldn't hold on anymore and passed out directly.

"Do you think that's a win? Hahaha..."

Han Ao looked at Mo Yuan, who was unconscious, Mu Tian, who had broken a hand, and Fa Ming, whose face was getting paler and paler, and suddenly thought of something and laughed out loud.

Fa Ming closed his eyes tightly and seemed to be unmoved, but Mu Tian knew that it was not how high this monk's Taoism was, but the secret art of Buddhism.

In fact, when he explained to Mo Yuan, he didn't say it completely in order to let Mo Yuan leave quickly, Fa Ming basically died when he broke such a big hole in his chest when he was sneak attacked, and he thought so at the time.

But I didn't expect this monk to have this long-lost Buddhist secret method, as for what the name is, he really doesn't know, but in terms of the effect shown by the monk, it should be the same as what he knows.

Through the supreme secret method of Buddhism, the vitality is locked in the body, and at the same time, the remaining life and vitality are extremely stimulated to transform into power, as long as you don't speak before the power is exhausted, you will not have to worry about your life, but once you speak and vent the last breath of anger, then the death period will come.

It can be said that since he was attacked by a sneak attack, Fa Ming has no way to live, and now every time this monk makes a move, it is to cut the time he lives in the world.

Now this big battle seems to be unstoppable, but in fact, it is limiting the possibility of the opponent's escape and reducing its combat ability, and at the same time restricting Fa Ming's shots, and it is consuming Fa Ming's vitality every second.

If it drags on for a long time, I don't say whether the other party will see something, I'm afraid that Fa Ming will be the first to hold on.