Although there was the brilliance of the Huangquan Pearl, Wang Lin, who was surrounded by black mist, felt that he was getting colder and colder.

It's not the coldness in the body, it's the trembling and coldness in the soul.

It seems that a gust of wind blows from the depths of my heart, and no matter how warm the outside world is, I can't resist it.

He didn't know that this was a sign of excessive mental wear and tear, and if he continued like this, he would hurt his spirit.

Although Huang Quanzhu was able to restrain Sikong Nan to a certain extent, Wang Lin's own cultivation was too low, and his divine soul could not control Huang Quanzhu at all, and he could not afford the consumption brought by Huang Quanzhu.

There was Sikong Nan's strange laughter in his ears, and his eyes were black for a while, Wang Lin felt that his spirit was about to collapse, and many inconsequential contents began to appear in his mind.

The first thing Wang Lin thought of was his parents: "Dad, mother, am I going to die......?

Incredibly, the second thing that came to Wang Lin's mind was a young Taoist in a white robe with wide sleeves and a feather robe and a star crown.

"At that time, if you had gone with that Dao Chief, wouldn't you have the disaster you have today?"

Wang Lin's brain was already in chaos, and a voice suddenly came into his ears just before he was about to lose consciousness.

"Old ghost, get out of the way of this seat, stay away from the disciples of this seat!"

Wang Lin tried his best to open his eyes wide, the light and shadow in front of him changed, and the picture that came into view was a flash of white light, tearing through the heavy black mist, and the white-robed young Taoist he had seen before appeared in front of him, looking at him with a concerned face.

Wang Lin's lips moved, wanting to say something, but he couldn't make a sound after all, his head tilted, and he fainted.

Lin Feng saw that Wang Lin was just unconscious, so he relieved himself and turned to face Sikong Nan.

Sikong Nan stared at him coldly: "Junior, dare to do bad things about the old man, the old man will not extract your soul and refine it into a soul lamp, so that you will suffer from the ghost fire and soul erosion day and night!"

Lin Feng waved the sleeves of his robe, protected Wang Lin behind him, and said flatly: "Get out of here immediately, spare you from death." ”

Sikong Nan's eyebrows suddenly rose, and he smiled strangely: "Junior looking for death!"

The black mist surged wildly, flew up into the air and gathered together, almost condensed into an entity, and then spun up rapidly, pressing down like a drill towards Lin Feng below.

Lin Feng's palms changed, and his mana automatically turned into the pure Buddhist mana of the Dizang True Sutra, and a layer of pale golden Buddha light appeared all over his body.

The golden body of Jizo has not yet been completely cultivated, and Lin Feng does not dare to be careless, his hands form a Buddhist mudra, and use the Buddhist mana of the Jizo Sutra to promote, and perform the small reincarnation trick that he has comprehended from the Thunder Zen.

The small reincarnation trick unfolded, and the golden light on Lin Feng's head condensed, forming a huge "swastika" pattern.

The black drill bit spun rapidly and pressed down, and the golden "swastika" on the top of Lin Feng's head rotated, which had already deflected the direction of the black drill bit and landed far on the cliff on the side.

The cliff, which has been eroded by thousands of years of wind and rain, is still immovable, and it is directly smashed by the black drill!

Lin Feng's expression did not move on the surface, but the alarm bell sounded in his heart: "This old ghost only has a wisp of remnant soul left at the moment, and his strength is equivalent to the peak of foundation building, if he is restored to his heyday, how terrifying will it be?"

Whether it is the Jizo Sutra or the small reincarnation method, it is a secret that Buddhism does not pass on, and the mystery is endless, and the combination of the two is the only way for Lin Feng to take over the first round of attacks from Sikong Nan.

And fortunately, it was a small reincarnation trick that deflected the black drill bit by borrowing force, otherwise if it was a hard top, with the unfinished Jizo gold body, it would probably be more than lucky.

Lin Feng's pupils shrank: "Since we have formed this enemy today, we must not leave any troubles! ”

Thinking of this, he raised his hands, and twenty-four points of golden light flew around, spilling onto the ground.

Sikong Nan stared at Lin Feng and snorted coldly: "The thief of the Buddha Sect is the old man who hates the monk the most. ”

"Let me show you the old man's nocturnal technique. "Sikong Nan's magic technique changed again and again, and the black mist emitted became thicker and thicker, gradually enveloping the entire valley.

A terrible scream sounded in the black mist, and dozens of crimson points of light suddenly lit up in the black mist, which was extremely dazzling.

The next moment, Lin Feng saw more than a dozen black shadows stumbling out of the dense fog, they were more than a dozen hideous-looking and pitch-black ghosts, and the crimson points of light that lit up before turned out to be their eyes.

In the black mist, I thought of Sikong Nan's strange laughter: "It's a pity, it's a pity, I think that the old man drove a thousand ghosts to travel at night, and ten thousand ghosts to travel at night, what kind of courage is that? Now that the tiger has fallen to Pingyang, there are only a dozen or so ghosts left in his hands, but it is more than enough to deal with you." ”

"Little brute, when the old man kills you, he will turn you into one of them, and live forever for the old man to drive!"

Lin Feng looked carefully, and saw one of the weaker ghosts, although his face was distorted in pitch black, his facial features were still vaguely recognizable, it was the Sun Xiaozhu who had just been killed by Sikong Nan.

Judging from the aura around this powerful ghost, he completely retained Sun Xiaozhu's cultivation of the eighth layer of qi cultivation during his lifetime.

Sun Xiaozhu is the worst in this group of powerful ghosts, and the other powerful ghosts, the most unfortunate is also the mana of the Great Perfection of Qi Training, there are six powerful ghosts, and they should have been monks in the foundation building period before their deaths, but they were drained by Sikong Nan to refine the law.

The group of ghosts in front of him howled, Lin Feng turned a blind eye, looked into the depths of the black mist, and said with a smile: "You are really a big axe in front of Lu Ban, and a big knife in front of Guan Gong." ”

Sikong Nan was stunned: "What did you say?"

Lin Feng laughed, smiling brightly, and raised his hand to snap his fingers gently.

"Bang!" A crisp sound, the dazzling Buddha light rose to the sky, bursts of golden light washed away the black mist, the Buddha sound full of compassion sang endlessly, and the yin wind ghost cried and disappeared in an instant!

The sandalwood came to the nose, which made people feel calm, Lin Feng bathed in the light of the Buddha, closed his eyes, listened to the Sanskrit sound, and gently beat the beat in his hand, which was extremely comfortable.

The dozen or so powerful ghosts were uncomfortable, all of them were surrounded by golden Buddha light, and their bodies were as if they were burned by flames, and they could only shrink into a ball, struggling to resist.

The black mist dissipated, revealing Sikong Nan's dull face.

Twenty-four ten-zhang tall giant Arhat lights and shadows stepped out from the golden light mist behind Lin Feng, bringing unparalleled oppressive power.

Lin Feng opened his eyes and smiled: "You just said, who is more than enough to deal with?"

He smiled, revealing snow-white teeth, and even a glimmer of light.

But in Sikong Nan's eyes, it made him shudder.

Sikong Nan had always thought that he was fierce enough, but now looking at Lin Feng with a smile on his face, he only felt as if he was facing a super monster in the wilderness.

Lin Feng smiled and waved his right hand lightly forward: "Then, let's start." ”

Twenty-four golden light arhats shouted Buddha horns together, deafening, and strode towards Sikong Nan and the dozen or so powerful ghosts, and the ground shook in a step.