As they spoke, the two of them turned around and tried to flee.

Han Mofei stepped up, pulled out the Longquan sword, pressed it against the neck of one of them, and sneered, "Did I let you go?" ”

The two were slightly disdainful, "Boy, if it weren't for your tricks, how could you win against the two of us." Even if we were injured and wanted to leave, no one would be able to stop us. ”

"Really?"

The Longquan Sword pressed forward, and a blood mark immediately appeared on its neck.

"Too much deception!" The two apologists of the Heavenly Ninja Sect couldn't suppress the anger in their hearts and immediately fought back. This is what Han Mo wanted to see, and just as he was thinking about it, the little crocodile on his shoulder opened his mouth and spewed out a breath of demonic qi, and the two of them closed their eyes and passed out on the ground.

Belch......

Han Mo was stunned for a while, and his posture was all set!

After coming back to his senses, he asked Liu Zun to hand over the fish intestine short sword, cut the wrists of the two guardians of the Heavenly Ninja Sect, picked off their tendons, and tied them to the tree.

"Senior Brother Han, why don't you just kill them?"

"Why do you want to do it yourself, tie them up here, the smell of blood alone can attract a lot of ghosts......"

"It's a good trick to kill people with a knife."

Han Mo rolled his eyes, "Is it so mysterious?" ”

Rumble......

As he spoke, the central battle circle was another fierce collision. Powerful winds rolled in and made people shudder. Although this strong wind is terrifying, it also means that the yin qi has blown away a lot, and the vision has become much broader.

Han Mo and the others continued to go deeper, walked for more than ten minutes, and finally came to the central battle circle.

At this moment, eight monks from the Ancient Buddha Temple cast tantric spells and surrounded a big ghost in battle armor in the middle.

All around, all kinds of ghosts and zombies emerge in endlessly.

"Can you recognize who the fierce ghost in the middle of the armor is?" Yunfu Daoist glanced at Han Mo and asked.

Han Mo shook his head, "I don't know." ”

"I think that since I can become a ghost, I must be a famous general in history."

"Judging from the armor on this big ghost, it seems that he is from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period." Jin Yichen said softly.

"Spring and Autumn Warring States? In that troubled era, there were more famous generals. ”

"It's also ......"

Han Mo and the others quietly hid aside, watching the eight monks fight with this big ghost. Evil creatures such as ghosts and zombies wandering around swarmed up when the great monk stopped. After handing over the big ghosts, they hurried out again.

I have to say, they're smart. Don't give the eight monks a chance to breathe, although their cultivation is not as advanced as the big ghosts, but there are a lot of them......

The big ghost cultivation is profound, Lin Shan's yin qi is terrifying, and every short breath is enough to restore him to his peak state.

After such a long period of consumption, even if the eight monks came from the ancient Buddhist temple, I am afraid that they will not be able to get any benefits. If you don't do it well, you may still fail here.

The eight monks attacked and defended in one, resisting wave after wave of attacks.

However, the ghosts, zombies, etc. are getting crazier and crazier the more they fight, and this is Lin Shan, under the control of the formation.

Such a strong yin qi can reduce the recovery time of monsters after being injured, and once some powerful ghosts are injured, they will escape immediately, or it will not take long to recover, unless, kill them directly.

But the monk pays attention to compassion, that is, he beats the evil ghosts.

"Get out of the way!"

The big ghost shouted loudly, the ghosts and zombies scattered one after another, and the big ghost rushed up and fought with the eight monks again.

The state of the big ghost is still at its peak, and the eight monks obviously can't keep up with the speed of the big ghost.

A few minutes later, the big ghost retreated again......

Powerful ghosts and zombies swarmed up, and the eight monks glanced at each other, and at the same time, the Buddha light emerged, intertwined in mid-air, and a tall Buddha statue flashed, "Ten Thousand Buddhas!" ”

Under the Buddha statue, the ghost zombie flew out upside down and was directly scattered.

The big ghost was startled, his body moved, and he turned into several phantoms, and pounced on the eight monks together.

"Is this big ghost stupid, still fighting hard at this time?"

"Not stupid, but smart."

"Why?"

"He used this to confuse the eight monks, but in fact, the real body had already fled." The eight monks scattered the phantom, and when they looked again, there was no trace of the big ghost. The ghost zombies also ran away a lot, and only a small part remained here.

The eight monks clasped their hands together, and Amitabha Buddha said, but did not leave, but simply sat cross-legged on the ground, recited Buddhist scriptures, and eliminated the resentment of the ghosts here.

"Why?"

"The heart of the Bodhisattva, the soul of the dead." Han Mo said softly.

Lin Xuan and the others were all speechless, and Yunfu Daoren pursed his lips and said, "I think it's full of food." ”

"What's the matter, since it's okay, let's get out of here."

"I thought it would be a good shade under the big tree...... Alas, I didn't expect to meet a tree that had lost its leaves. Lin Xuan sighed and said.

Han Mo and the others turned over and walked away, walking into another forest.

The forest was still overcast, and I could barely see my fingers.

From time to time, the sound of battle rang out from all directions. After walking for a few minutes, he didn't encounter a single monster, Jin Yichen said, "It's strange, how quiet is it here." ”

"Under the calm, there is a turbulence."

Han Mo said slowly: "Don't just walk around, follow me." ”

Although he didn't encounter any monsters, he had a hunch that in the more dense yin qi in front of him, he was afraid that there were more terrifying demons and monsters hidden.

After a while, seven or eight blood-stained Spell Realm disciples came to him.

The big guys walked in groups, step by step, and walked for a quarter of an hour or so, and it was still dark in front of them.

"The situation is not right, we have been walking for so long, but the yin qi has not diminished at all, but has become more and more intense." A Wizard Realm disciple expressed the doubts in his heart, and Lin Xuan said softly, "Senior Brother Han, what do you think?" ”

"Look with your eyes."

Lin Xuan sighed, "Senior Brother Han, don't be kidding." ”

Han Mo formed the magic seal, punched it out with both hands, and the yin qi surged, but after a while, it returned to calm.

In desperation, he could only take everyone to continue to move forward. I don't know how long I walked, but the big guy never saw a trace of light.

"Be careful!"

Han Mo said in a low voice, as soon as the words fell, he suddenly heard a miserable scream, and everyone followed the sound and saw a disciple lying on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices. There was also a frightening cut in his neck, and blood was gushing from the outside.

Looking at it like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to live.

"Senior Brother Zhou......"

"You don't have to go there." Yunfu Daoist stopped the disciple who wanted to rush over, and the disciple said with a painful face: "He is my friend!" ”

"Overtake him, lest you sin."

"Wait."

"What's wrong?"

"He seems to have something in his stomach." Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and their eyes stared at the stomach of the dead disciple of the spell world. After a while, nothing strange happened, and the later disciples of the magic world only regarded Han Mo as a frightened bird.

Han Mo took a step forward and pinched his fingers and clasped them on his chest. The next moment, his stomach rolled

With a bang, my stomach exploded......

A fishy liquid splashed everywhere, and everyone was shocked to realize that it was not blood at all, but a dark gray liquid. Everyone was stunned, their bodies tensed, and they slowly retreated.

"Look ......"

Yang Wei exclaimed, and everyone stared, and they could clearly see a large pincer coming out of the dead disciple's stomach. The monster in the belly slowly ran out, with two large pincers, and it looked very ugly, but the head was a human face.

The friend of the dead Spell Realm disciple almost fainted when he saw this scene.

Because this face is the dead disciple, his soul was swallowed by the ugly monster in front of him.

"Return my junior brother's soul!"

He was furious, grabbed the magic weapon and threw it at the monster. The monster raised its head and opened its mouth to let out a puff of smoke. The smoke was so ugly that he could only retreat. In the blink of an eye, the monster had fled.

"Senior Brother Zhou......" He sat on the ground, crying and grieving.

Han Mo stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "Mourning." ”