The ghost monk's knife fell, and the warriors who were caught by the ankles and fell to the ground were caught off guard, and they were killed one after another, Yin Hong's blood splashed out of their bodies, and in an instant, they converged into a small river, completely engulfing the soles of everyone's feet.

After the ghost monks finished dealing with the martial artists in their hands, they slowly raised their heads and looked directly at Long Wenxuan and the others in front of them.

Zhao Hanshi and the others' faces were extremely difficult to look at, not only were there a large number of these bones, but the average breath had reached the cultivation of the soul cultivation period, that is to say, among the thousands of ghost monks, eight out of ten had undead monsters in the soul cultivation period, and in their eyes, these ghost monks who died and resurrected were out-and-out undead creatures.

"Die, die, as long as you die as much as possible, the greater my hope of resurrection, kill them all for me as a sacrifice for my resurrection!"

The soul fire in the heads of the ghost monks trembled suddenly, as if they had received some kind of signal, and they all moved, holding their previous weapons and rushing towards everyone.

"Don't, don't... Don't come here, I'm most afraid of ghosts!" Yue Qiqi was so frightened that the souls of the dead were scared, and he fluttered in a panic with his eyes closed, and under the cat's claw pounce, the ghost monk who was gradually approaching suddenly fell apart, and the bones all over his body fell from the air, and the soul fire in his head was still shining.

"Hey, am I dead?huh?!" Yue Qiqi touched his body, and slowly opened his eyes with some great surprise, but he was surprised to find that the ghost thing that wanted to kill him was smashed by himself so easily.

All the leaders present glanced at each other, and a realization slowly rose in their hearts, these ghosts seemed to be extremely fierce, but in fact they were fragile, which greatly boosted the morale of all the people present.

"Rush, kill this demon monk to regain the ultimate inheritance!" Wen Zhifei's eyes flashed, and he stepped forward and rushed towards the heart stop on the altar, and the people present responded, rushing into the ghost monk army to fight with these undead creatures, the originally neat lineup was suddenly scattered, and after people rushed into the ghost monk army, it was like mud into the sea, and they were quickly entangled by the surrounding ghost monks, and they couldn't make an inch.

Although the number of warriors present is extremely large, but compared with these resurrected ghost monks, it is dwarfed, it seems that the number is very small, these people often rely on their powerful Yuan skills and strong Yuan Force after entering the ghost monk legion, and their number of enemies are several times the number of battles, in the vast sea of undead creatures, from time to time there is a wave up, and then it is hit by the big waves, struggling to support.

Although a large number of undead creatures were killed, from time to time warriors were killed by several times more undead creatures than themselves, and the balance of victory gradually tilted towards the heart of stopping.

"Yuan Technique: Blood Burial!" Wen Zhifei, who was surrounded by the surroundment, was also struggling to support himself in the wave of undead creatures, feeling the blood flowing from the soles of his feet, Wen Zhifei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he roared, and the blood-colored Yuan Force in his hand suddenly slapped into the blood flowing from under his feet, and the thick Yuan Force was suddenly injected.

With Wen Zhi's low roar, the blood that was originally quietly flowing on the ground trembled suddenly, and then countless blood volleyed up in the air, wrapping Wen Zhifei's space of tens of meters, and countless undead creatures were wrapped in it without any resistance, forming a blood-colored ball with a diameter of dozens of meters, slowly floating in mid-air.

"Go, explode!" Wen Zhifei's eyes were red and he controlled the blood-colored ball floating in mid-air, and in his response, the blood-colored ball suddenly accelerated, rushing towards the heart stop located on the altar, and suddenly burst open at the moment it touched the heart stop, and countless blood flowers splashed, submerging the entire altar.

"Die... Is it dead!?" The terrifying sound of the explosion resounded throughout the space, and the power of the explosion was felt, and all the warriors present changed color impressively, and they all looked forward to it, and their eyes kept looking towards the altar.

"It's not that simple..."Long Wenxuan also looked at the altar from afar, slowly shook his head, his golden pupils shone brightly, in his perception, the moment the blood-colored ball exploded, a light curtain automatically rose on this platform, instantly blocking the damage caused by the explosion, so Xinzhi did not suffer any damage, and the Ghost Monk Legion that was continuing to move was the best proof.

Zhao Hanshi looked at the subordinates around him with an inquiring eye, there was an existence with extremely powerful perception in his team, seeing that he slowly shook his head with a heavy expression, Zhao Hanshi's face sank, and he suddenly felt troubled by his heart.

"Come on, I don't believe that shield can protect him for the rest of his life!" Shi Yisheng also saw the light curtain rising from the altar very clearly, and couldn't help but look sink, and said to his companions who were also trapped in the tide of the undead.

"Seal!" Shi Yisheng suddenly took out a brush from his arms, used his own yuan force as a pigment, and quickly wrote in the void, and as he wrote, an extremely large seal slowly appeared in the void.

The moment this word appeared, it was the undead creature that he was alive sealed away, the font was like a straight line penetrating through, and it gradually dissipated after hundreds of meters in length and width, and the penetrated undead creature stood in place in a daze, not moving, this font represents the function it has.

On this path of hundreds of meters, thousands of undead creatures were sealed in this way, and the soul fire in their heads trembled wildly, trying to drive their bodies, but they could not do anything, they could only stare blankly at the next word written by the human in front of them.

"Broken!" Shi Yisheng glanced at the surrounding situation, writing quickly in the void, and a broken word with the same volume as before appeared in the void, like an incomparably hard meteorite flying quickly towards the path.

Everywhere the font passed, the undead creatures there exploded, turning into dry bones falling from the sky, and even in their empty heads, the soul fire was extinguished, and there was no possibility of returning.

Shi Yisheng's cultivation of the Yuan Technique is different from the Yuan Technique of ordinary martial artists, they rely on the Haoran righteousness in their hearts to continuously cultivate the Yuan Soul, and then stimulate the Great Dao in the Void through the Yuan Soul, achieving an effect similar to the words and the law, and cultivating to the depths can reach the realm of ten thousand laws.

"You will only consume your Yuan Force and increase casualties by doing this, so don't waste your efforts, it is useless for you to do this, you just need to stand obediently now and become a sacrifice for my resurrection. On the altar, a voice of madness came from afar, roaring madly at everyone.

Hearing this, everyone's faces were extremely difficult to look at, the number of these undead creatures in front of them did not decrease in the slightest, even if their surroundings were liquidated, what followed would be made up by them, everything they had done before turned into useless work, and as time went by, there were constantly warriors who died tragically at the hands of spirit creatures, accelerating Xinzhi's attempt to resurrect himself.

"This is the cause and effect left by my Buddha, let me end it, donors, I bother you to open the way for me, the poor monk is grateful. At this moment, Xinxiu, dressed in black, slowly walked out from under the protection of the monks, glanced at everyone lightly, and said slowly to everyone with an extremely calm face.

When the undead creatures were revived, if it weren't for the fact that Xinxiu's team also struggled to fight the undead creatures and sacrificed many members, Zhao Hanshi and the others would almost think that Xinxiu was also Xinxiu's accomplices.

And Xinxiu's words also made the expressions of everyone present subtle, and they didn't dare to easily agree to Xinxiu's request, so they couldn't help but set their eyes on Zhao Hanshi, waiting for his answer.

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, I think you can grant Master Xinxiu's request. Long Wenxuan suddenly stood up and said slowly to Zhao Hanshi.

Zhao Hanshi raised his eyebrows, and while resisting the entry of the surrounding undead creatures, he did not forget to turn around and ask, these undead creatures with no cultivation and no strength are not in danger to Zhao Hanshi's life, except for too many and some trouble.

"The identity of this master of the heart, if my expectations are good, it should be the good thoughts separated from the original owner of this world, when the master of this world, that is, the Venerable Buddha Dao, was involved in the battle to destroy the Buddha, he had no choice but to escape with serious injuries, and when he was dying, he left two thoughts to protect his world, these two thoughts are divided into good thoughts and evil thoughts, am I right, Master of Heart?!" Long Wenxuan did not directly answer Zhao Hanshi's question, but asked loudly on the catwalk.

As soon as Long Wenxuan's words fell, the world was silent, and even the movements of the undead creatures that were still killing everyone just now suddenly stopped, obviously what Long Wenxuan said hit the secret in his heart.

"Heh, Master Xinzhi, if you don't answer, I'll take you as a default," Long Wenxuan's eyes flashed with golden light, and he smiled indifferently, but he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seems that he said it was true.

"Go on, what else do you know?!" The voice of the heart stop was extremely rough from the altar, looking forward to Long Wenxuan's next answer.

Xinxiu glanced up at Long Wenxuan, lowered his head again, and was silent.

"The two thoughts left by the Venerable Buddha originally still adhered to the orders left by the original owner, opened the Buddha's way, accepted the people here to teach them the Dharma, and accepted them as disciples, but because the two thoughts were different in nature, the concepts were different, and they were split soon after, and the evil thoughts broke away from the original power, and the Buddha Hall was established, and the Buddha Hall established by the Good Thoughts confronted each other to achieve balance, so that the world could develop better, and this is also the original intention of the Buddha Venerable to separate the two thoughts, I think this can be seen from the black and white spiral jade blocks that entered the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall and opened the sealing formation at the beginning。 Long Wenxuan glanced at everyone and said slowly, looking like he was winning, which made people's hearts break.

"Wow, wow, wow, so handsome, so handsome, worthy of being my favorite pet!" In the crowd, Yue Qiqi muttered in a low voice, and stars appeared in his eyes when he looked at Long Wenxuan.