"The worst-case scenario, I'm afraid that these three mountain towns have already become a ghost town. ”

Some terrible thoughts arose, and Hui Jue was a little afraid to imagine it in his heart.

He couldn't imagine, and he didn't dare to imagine, the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper, and even the people of a town that he saw during the day were all false phantoms.

The real people of Sanshan Town have all turned into lonely ghosts.

If this is the case, I am afraid that the four words of human tragedy are not enough to describe it.

"That's it!"

"It's useless to think too much, for the sake of today, it is to get out of this formation quickly!"

"If it's too late, so a tragedy happens, it's too late to regret it!"

Hui Jue decided in his heart.

Then he turned his head again and looked out the window at the depth and darkness.

Huijue Buddha's eyes condensed slightly, and after his gaze was fixed, his whole person turned into a golden light and escaped out of the window.

The golden Buddha light disappeared into the boundless darkness, like a stone, falling into the abyss, without splashing the slightest wave, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

......

A cold and treacherous aura permeated.

The old and worn tombstones are staggered to the ground.

Behind these tombstones, the ground is bulging with grave bags that look like steamed buns.

The yellow weeds overgrown cover these graves, adding to the indescribable desolation and sotherness.

Obviously, this is an old cemetery that has been abandoned for a long time.

In the old cemetery, everything around is unbelievably quiet, only the cold ghost aura escapes silently.

A deep, ethereal darkness envelops this quiet graveyard.

But in the midst of the cemetery, there is a cold reflection that illuminates this small area.

A ragged figure sat alone on the ground.

He was ragged, his long hair was disheveled, but his temperament was fierce, like a madman in the form of a dissolute skeleton.

If Huijue was here, he could recognize it at a glance, and this person was not the eccentric dissolute scholar who stayed at the Three Mountains Inn like him.

It's just that at this moment, the scholar's cage is not around, only an ancient sword is stuck upside down on the ground.

The ancient sword is already out of its sheath.

The bright sword body reflected the cold light.

It was the cold light reflected by this ancient sword that dispelled the darkness slightly.

Not only that, faintly, a touch of incomparably sharp sword intent swirled, turning into a small sword domain to shelter the scholar in it.

The scholar seemed to be injured, and his face turned pale.

He leaned against a tombstone, gasping slightly, a stain of blood from the corner of his mouth that had not yet dried.

And in his abdomen, there is a blood hole the size of a fist.

In the blood hole, no blood flowed out.

But his expression was still extremely ugly,

"Bumped into a ghost, could it be that I, Yan Danyun, am I really going to die here today? Be a neighbor with these lonely ghosts?!"

The scholar smiled wryly.

Just as he was smiling bitterly, suddenly, a cold wind blew around him.

"Woo~"

The yin wind blew, and the ghostly aura of Sen Ran suddenly permeated.

And in the yin wind, there was the sound of all kinds of ghosts crying.

These cries were low and hoarse, with an inexplicable ominous aura, like ghosts on the grave mourning what had happened to them.

Hearing the sound of these ghosts crying, the scholar's face changed sharply, but he shouted,

"Ben Xiucai is not dead yet, crying you big-headed ghost!"

However, as his voice fell, the originally low ghost cry around him suddenly erupted.

The terrible roar of fierce ghosts suddenly appeared, and then in the dark places that could not be covered by the cold light of the ancient sword, terrifying and ominous ghost qi surged, sweeping like a wave.

The yin wind and ghost qi were whistling and rolling, and in the darkness, it seemed that one after another terrifying and ominous figures were about to pounce up, engulfing all the places where the cold light of the ancient sword was shrouded.

But as soon as the surging ghost qi came, the body of the ancient sword that was inserted upside down on the ground trembled slightly, and an incomparably powerful sword light came out horizontally!

The cold sword light slashed into the darkness, and then an incomparably terrible scream sounded, and in the ghostly aura, a hazy ghost figure in front was slashed and killed on the spot!

As soon as the sword light flickered, the cold ghost aura suddenly stopped, and these hazy ghost shadows hiding in the ghost mist also faded in an instant.

Obviously, they are also very afraid of this ancient sword!

"And there's more!"

Seeing the ghostly aura in the darkness around him, and then retreating abruptly, the scholar's expression was extremely bitter.

Because I don't know how many times this is.

Trapped here, if it weren't for the protection of the sword, I'm afraid that he would have already become the blood food of these ghosts around him by now.

But now that he was seriously wounded, he wanted to rush into the darkness with his sword and fight his way out, but he couldn't do it.

What's more, he can't see where the way out is.

Stuck in such a situation, I am afraid that the situation will be worse.

Once the strength is exhausted, the injury is aggravated, and it is a dead end.

In such a situation, although there is some helplessness, there is only waiting.

Wait for dawn.

Hold on until these ghosts retreat on their own.

Although the scholar doesn't know now, whether the sky will light up again.

"I hope it will be lit up this day. ”

"If this phantom array is really so powerful, it can reverse yin and yang, reverse black and white, and turn the world into a ghost, then I'm afraid that this time, Ben Xiu will really die. ”

The scholar sighed silently.

Time passed gradually, and the darkness that shrouded the old cemetery never dissipated.

The sword intent of the ancient sword that was inserted upside down on the ground was still fierce, intimidating all the ghosts around it and not daring to approach, nor being able to get close.

But the scholar's breath is getting weaker and weaker.

His originally pale face had begun to turn purple.

Before, he fought hard against the poisonous toad, although he killed the other party, but when the poisonous toad was dying, his tongue struck and penetrated the abdomen.

If only it were such an injury.

The venom of the poisonous toad has also penetrated into his body because of this, which is the real reason why he is now difficult to support.

"It's over!"

Consciousness has begun to blur, and only one thought arises in the scholar's mind.

But at this moment, in the deep and boundless darkness, suddenly, a brilliant golden light lit up.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

The peaceful and compassionate Buddha voice sounded, and the bright Buddha light was dazzling, directly illuminating the surrounding darkness.

Under the light of the Buddha, the powerful ghosts who were originally hiding in the darkness didn't even have time to scream, and they were all annihilated on the spot.

"Since you have turned into a ghost, why do you want to help the abuse and harm others?!"

"Dust to dust, dust to dust, and so on. ”

In the sacred and solemn sound of the Buddha, one after another true spirits appeared, and then the Buddha's light swept away, sending them all to the dead!

Then the Buddha's light faded, and Huijue's figure slowly walked out of the darkness.