Chapter 332: Netherworld Golden Cicada

The air was filled with a strong scorching smell, not only from the burning of corpses, but also from the sulfur that had been left behind after the destruction of souls. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The strange runes on my eye sockets that were carved by Shi Lixun with a sickle lit up at this time, emitting a faint burgundy light, I don't understand what it means for the runes to light up at this time, but in short, now I can directly see the souls floating in the air, those who have been directly destroyed to dismemberment.

A black orb emerged from the air, like a black hole, absorbing the souls and spirits that had been completely dismembered and scattered.

"Jingle Bell-" The ground that has cooled, the devastation left on the land after the battle is still so shocking, after the demon spirit blew up, the huge flame giant also disappeared, and there is no shadow of the assassins of the Blood Law Sect as far as the eye can see, only a hat monk, quietly stepping on this scorched land.

The monk's face was buried deep behind the hat, and he held a four-cornered Zen staff, and he proclaimed a Buddha horn and was spotless, and two cicadas lay on his navy-blue robe - a cicada molt and a real cicada, to be exact.

The sound of cicadas sounded, and in the empty Son of Heaven's mansion, the sound of happy cicadas was really incompatible with the devastation and misery in front of them.

"Got it—got it—" The cicada was still screaming, and the monk stood in the middle of the ruins with his staff in his hand and did not move for a moment, his treasure was so dignified that even the vicious ghost slowly approached him with its tongue out, as if he had not seen it, and was not moved at all.

"...... "That monk is too conspicuous, so I also cast my eyes on it, but to my great surprise, this monk has never had the slightest ghost power or demon spirit or anything like that, judging by my new eyes, this monk's aura is so weak that it is lower than that of ordinary people."

Unless there is something wrong with my eyes, or there is something wrong with the spell carved on my face by Shi Lixun, in short, the spell keeps emitting stronger and stronger red light, and it keeps heating up, stabbing my eyes very uncomfortable.

"Why is the reaction so big...... I found that as long as I set my eyes on the monk over there, the runes on my eyes would inexplicably begin to glow, and I don't know what message he was expressing to me, "Is that person dangerous......?"

Not only did I have this thought, but even the ghost here was the same, and in the dark it also felt an inexplicable uneasiness about the monk in front of it, but it couldn't see where it was.

So the ghost has been coiling around the monk, constantly going up and down a large number of him, but this behavior has not attracted even the slightest attention from the monk, and even the knowledge lying on the monk's shoulder has not cared about the ghost's actions, and still chirps one after another.

......Seeing that the monk ignored him, the ghost suddenly went around the monk's back, and immediately raised his claws and hit the monk's head down.

Unsurprisingly, the ghost's swarthy claws did hit the monk's head, but surprisingly, its claws were more like slapping lightly on the monk's hat, even though it seemed to be slapping hard before.

This alone made the ghost extremely puzzled, it wanted to distance itself from the monk first, but it felt like its claws were firmly encircled by something invisible, and in a hurry, it immediately shook out a shock wave from the palm of its hand, intending to attack the unknown monk in front of it, but once the powerful shock wave touched the monk's body, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, completely disappeared, and could not be transmitted at all.

The ghost didn't expect his opponent to be so difficult, and what he didn't expect was that the monk turned around calmly and looked up at himself.

I saw that the monk raised the staff in his hand and gently touched it on the ghost's body, and then a golden light immediately lit up from its chest, to be precise, in its heart, and then those glowing things were delivered to its whole body little by little along its veins.

"Squeak squeak-" The process must have been extremely painful, and I heard the ghost scream in pain, and then fell from mid-air to the ground, and the light also moved from the inside of the body to the outside of the body, and a thin shell generally enveloped the ghost in it.

……

"Hiss-" With the defeat of the ghost in a daze, the ghost hidden in the shadows instantly revealed its true body behind the monk, it screamed, and then stretched out its changed claws, and took the monk's heart with one move.

"Amitabha." The monk seemed to have expected the ghost to appear from behind him, and his face did not show any fear, and he did not immediately turn to defend himself against the attack, but before the ghost's claws pierced into the monk's heart, a golden Buddha light fell from the gloomy sky of the underworld.

The light was falling on the ghost, but it was the same as the real entity, and it instantly pressed the ghost to the ground, and the Buddha light, which was also not a physical body, was pressing on the ghost's head, so that it could not turn into a cloud of smoke and escape.

"Jingle bell-" The Zen staff in the monk's hand swayed gently, and the copper rings on the four corners collided with each other, making a series of pleasant sounds.

The monk didn't even glance at the two demons at his feet, and walked straight forward.

In the crisp chirping of cicadas, golden flowers grew in the footprints of the monks.

I've seen those flowers! It is called the other side of the river, which grows on the banks of the Lechuan River, and although the color is no longer the same, its shape is exactly the same.

But why did these things that were supposed to grow in Lethe appear here, and become like this?

The rune Shi Lixun left on my eye quickly gave me the answer.

In the distance, I could clearly see that this monk's robe was actually stained with a layer of tiny seeds, and those seeds fell all the way behind him as the monk moved, and in this land there was not only wood turned into charcoal, but also the broken souls of countless Blood Law Sect assassins who died in the battle just now.

As soon as those seeds fell into the land, they immediately used those souls as fertilizer, wantonly absorbing the soul essence of those souls, transforming them into fertilizer for their own growth, and growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, until they bloomed golden flowers.

The flower is originally a common but very evil plant in the underworld, so although all this seems weird, it is not surprising.