"What?......" Qingyin's mind went blank in shock.

- It wasn't the sea that poured into the continent, but the land that sank into the sea?

"When, when, when——" The bell of Dajian Temple rang, three times in a row, a total of eight times and twenty-four rings, that is the highest alarm in the temple, alerting the disaster to approach, all the monks immediately evacuated.

But this time, unlike before, with the sound of the bell, a large number of monks rushed to the white pagoda, even though many monks were attacked by resentful spirits in the middle of the way, died, but the survivors still rushed to the bottom of the pagoda and joined the previous monks.

This land and water conference brought together one hundred and eight senior monks of the empire, and before this catastrophe was about to come, all the monks ignored their own lives and deaths and joined the team of chanting mantras.

The water was still rising, from the chests of the monks sitting cross-legged on the ground, to their necks, and drops of water were dripping from the top of their heads, their eyebrows, and the bridge of their noses, and they didn't know if it was seawater or sweat, but everyone still sat on the spot, holding Buddha strings, their lips open, and chanting:

"Om, well, what, horn, mic, huh!"

"Om, well, what, horn, mic, huh!"

"Om, well, what, horn, mic, huh!"

The lotus blooms on the stone!

The lotus blossoms on the stones!

On the stone of Nirvana, a lotus flower in full bloom is born!

The Buddhas have endless compassion and blessings.

With the power of my merits, the power of blessings, and the power of the Dharma realm, I will go around the realm of sentient beings.

Save thousands of hardships and eliminate eight billion catastrophes of life and death.

Avoid all disasters and disasters, avoid all earth, water, fire, wind and air, all the wishes can be fulfilled, and the auspiciousness will be great, and the evil will turn into good fortune.

The sound of recitation, like a hundred people and thousands of mouths, overlapped and overlapped, like Sanskrit thunder, resounded throughout the earth.

On the boulder in the sky, the lotus flower is chanted in unison, and the petals overflow with golden light, flowing gold and sprinkling it to the lower realm.

The people lying on the tops of the trees, the eaves, and the rocks gradually raised their heads, and the flood and the flood were receding little by little!

The monks who chanted in unison breathed a sigh of relief.

The flood that was about to reach the mouth and nose finally subsided slowly, little by little, with the concerted efforts of everyone!

However, each of them did not dare to stop, reciting the six-character mantra over and over again along with the Guru Buddha Tucheng.

"Look, what's that?!" a young man lying on a tree pointed to the northwest and suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger.

In that direction, a figure as black as charcoal and as tall as a mountain was slowly rising.

His fingers rested on the eaves of the temple, and immediately crushed the eaves to a corner.

His steps stepped out, stirring up a huge stream of water with each step.

His massive head was raised, and fire erupted from his eyes, mouth, ears, and nose.

There was a baby who was so frightened that he cried "Wow Wow", and his mother quickly covered his mouth.

There was a panic and commotion among the monks: "Mianran, Mianran woke up?"

However, they quickly calmed down, and with the protection of the floating blank tower, even the ghost king could not pass through the Buddha Light Barrier.

However, when the Ghost King walked in front of them, easily crossed the barrier, grabbed a monk with one hand, and twisted his neck off, all the monks couldn't help but look like dirt and retreated.

Once the six-character mantra stopped, the receding sea water surged up again!

Someone lost color: "Can't stop!"

The monk who was so frightened that he retreated again sat down trembling again, and although he was trembling, he was still reciting the mantra in his mouth:

"Om, well, what, horn, mic, huh!"

The Ghost King strode forward, grabbed a monk with one hand, broke his neck, and threw it out.

"Come on, go to hell with me!" the breath of death made him even more insane, and he slaughtered a monk in one step.

The monks were colorless, but no one got up.

Like a lamb to the slaughter, it was bloodily slaughtered by a wolf that broke in.

Qingyin suddenly understood: "He ate half of Master's heart, so he can pass through the Buddha's light barrier!"

And those black resentful spirits, after the ghost king broke through the Buddha light barrier and entered, hit the barrier even more frantically, and finally, the invisible barrier was smashed to pieces, turning into thousands of points of light and scattering, the resentful souls broke through the wall one after another, and the light on the white tower dimmed.

The resentful spirits roared and rushed to the tower.

They are actually going to destroy this white pagoda that has been dedicated to the relics of the monks of all generations!

The Floating Blank Tower is the Empire's Tower of Protection, and at the same time it is the Tower of Soul Suppression, once destroyed, those resentful souls and undead will run rampant in the world, and no one can restrain them!

Qingyin jumped down the tower: "I'll fight with you!"

The girl with no hands fell from the sky, and the wind blew her hair, and the girl's eyes had the light of death.

"Qingyin!" Wei Xiao was shocked, and hurriedly kicked on the eaves of the tower on tiptoe, falling straight down at a faster speed!

Countless black resentful spirits went backwards, snickering and smiling, striking their bodies, their clothes torn into strips, bursting out one bloody stain after another.

At this moment, two rays of light in the water, blue and white, flashed, broke through the water, and ran straight towards them, the light condensed, stopped at their hands, and turned into two swords, one green and one white.

- The emperor's sword is too enlightened, and the sword is set to light!

Wei Xiao and Qingyin did not hesitate to hold the imperial sword and the back sword.

The two swords were surprisingly light.

As soon as they held the sword in their hands, the sword immediately bloomed with the light of a king, and when they swung the sword, several resentful souls were hit by the sword and disappeared immediately.

The wraiths panicked, screaming and retreating.

As soon as Wei Xiao's body fell to the ground, he immediately stood on the ground and shouted: "Qingyin, you go and deal with those resentful souls who attack the White Tower, and I will deal with the Ghost King!"

Qingyin nodded: "Okay!"

Wei Xiao had just taken two steps forward with his sword, when he heard an "ah", a monk's body flew towards him, he hurriedly put away his sword, grabbed the monk's vest with his left hand and took him down, but saw that the monk's head was crooked in his arms, and his neck was broken and he was dead.

Following the sound of treading water, the Ghost King had already collected the Dharma Body, changed into the size of them, walked all the way forward, strangled the monks who were still chanting mantras all the way, took their bodies out of the water, and threw them at Wei Xiao as weapons.

Wei Xiao had no choice but to hide the sword behind his arm and dodge or catch the bodies of those monks one by one.

——Those people, all of them were people who did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to protect the unsinkable continent, even if they died, Wei Xiao couldn't bear to use a sword through their bodies.

The rest of the monks, trembling, were still clasping their palms together and muttering the six-character mantra.

The lotus flowers in the sky are still blooming silently.

It's just that the pink petals seem to be dyed with a hint of pathos.

The ghost king sneered: "Stinky boy, how can you become a climate with such a soft heart? If you want to learn the compassion of that old monk, sooner or later, you will be taken to hell by me like the old monk who recites mantras on the top of the tower!"

Wei Xiao will hold his sword and stare at the Ghost King: "I believe in the power of compassion!"

"To hell with your mercy!" the Ghost King roared angrily, as if he felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, but he couldn't remember it for a while, he was on tiptoe, stepped on the water and flew up, and attacked Wei Xiao's right shoulder with a punch, and several lightning bolts shot out from his fist!

Wei Xiao was short, his feet were fast stepping on the water, and he quickly advanced with his sword, and with a sword, he pierced through the air of the ghost king and stabbed him in the chest.

"Huh!" the ghost king was slightly stunned: "Good swordsmanship! It's really not like what the world should have." ”

He subconsciously said this, looked at Wei Xiao, and his face was full of suspicion: "Stinky boy, it seems that there is no such person as you in the "Book of Life and Death"?"

"Not only the 'Book of Life and Death' in the underworld, but even the 'reincarnation mirror' in the heavenly realm can't illuminate my past life and future life!" Wei Xiao said as he stabbed out with a sword, and the tip of the sword conjured up ten thousand rays of light, and he couldn't see where it came from.

When the ghost king was stunned, the tip of the sword had already pierced the door of the face, stabbing a big hole in his charred face, and he was furious: "Stinky boy, dare to sneak attack me! I will take you to hell, I will take you to hell!"

The flames on the Ghost King's face burned brightly, and from a distance, it looked like a huge torch being burned.

He jumped like thunder, stepped forward, and after a few moves, he knocked the Taiqi Sword in Wei Xiao's hand away, followed by a punch to his chest, Wei Xiao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling into the water, and the ghost king followed several thunderbolts to slash down, splashing countless huge waves in the water, and Wei Xiao was hit and rolled several times in the water.

As soon as he raised his head from the water and took a breath, his chest was stepped on by the ghost king, like a huge mountain, and he couldn't move.

The Ghost King slowly leaned down, his flaming face slowly approaching him.

Two eyes like black holes looked at Wei Xiao.

"You look so good, stinky boy! A thousand times more beautiful than those female ghosts in my underworld! Why have I never seen you in heaven and earth?" His voice buzzed, and a hand burning with nether ghost fire pinched Wei Xiao's neck: "You say, what if I take you to hell and make you my 'jade-faced Shura', and listen to my punishment?"

The sound of the skin and flesh being charred came, and Wei Xiao gradually lost his breath in the hands of the ghost king.

"Let me go to hell!" the Ghost King smirked.

"You...... Hugh, think!" Wei Xiao gritted his teeth and said with the last bit of strength.

His right hand struggled in the water, trying to find something to attack.

Then the water swung, and something silently slipped into his hand.

To be exact, that thing got into his hands automatically.

Wei Xiao grasped it!

Such a familiar feeling is Taiqi Sword!

They swung their swords from under the water!

That sword could have stabbed the Ghost King in the right shoulder!

The Ghost King's body stiffened.

In the next moment, his charred body melted into a large hole in the place where the emperor's sword stabbed, like a fiery sword melting snow.

The ghost king let out a scream of severe pain, but he stepped forward, and with a fierce palm of his left hand, Wei Xiao was slapped away from the water, and the emperor sword drew a cyan light and fell to the bottom of the water far away.

Wei Xiao's body fell heavily into the water, a pool of blood melted in the water, and he just struggled to stand up, the huge shadow of the ghost king had already shrouded him, and a hand burning with ghostly fire grabbed his throat!

A sword suddenly rushed out of the oblique thorn, blocking the ghost claw, Qingyin gritted his teeth with the light sword with one hand to resist the ghost king, and pulled Wei Xiao up with the other hand: "Brother Wei Xiao, let's go!"

The two men stood up and ran forward as fast as they could.

Behind them, the ghost king smiled "hehe", and with a wave of his hand, countless black resentful spirits rained down.

In the stagnant water on the ground, the bodies of countless monks floated.