With the summit of the hill as the core, the gravel is like a dragon, covering the sky and the sun, rolling up to the sky in a circle, as if the most terrible sandstorm is coming.

And in the midst of the swirling hurricane of wild sand, there were faint black shadows, they were twisted, formless, and indiscriminate, and their cries were terrible, constantly rushing to the peak.

This is exactly the "evil ghost asking for life" of the "Eighteen Beats of the Wronged Soul" urged by the crying old man with the Crazy Sand Divine Skill!

At the foot of the mountain, the Yinyin oasis withered rapidly in the flying "sand" and rocks, the ground was bleak and yellow, as if the water had been drained, the cattle and sheep herdsmen all froze in place, their skin and muscles were dehydrated inch by inch, and there were faint black shadows flying out of their bodies and throwing themselves at the "evil ghosts" on the peak.

This terrible scene did not stop at the hills and nearby oases, but spread to a radius of hundreds of miles, to empty the soul of a single living being, to wither the entire earth.

Outside the quicksand set, shrouded in wind sand, the normal soil is dry and cracked, extending from the direction of the hill to the set, and then to the area behind.

On the set, pedestrians froze one after another, their movements were slow, their skin was shriveled, and there were black shadows in their bodies struggling to drill out.

The wind and sand hit the outside of "Hanhai No. 1", and there was a dense sound of crackling, making this seemingly dilapidated inn stagger, and the sound of squeaking and rattling seemed to be quickly shedding water, turning into powder, and collapsing to the ground.

And inside the inn, the tables of guests are like the herdsmen outside, they have become sluggish, and they are about to lose their souls.

Qu Jiuniang stood up suddenly, her willow eyebrows were upside down, and she shouted loudly: "Old immortal, be careful of God's curse, give birth to a son without an asshole!

With her cold scolding, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing in the inn, and the guests who dined and stayed in the inn shivered together, sobered up, looked at each other, full of fear, and at the same time, the wooden planks on the exterior walls of the inn showed no signs of dehydration, but they were still swaying and squeaking under the wind blowing sand.

"The grandmaster-level fight is too terrifying...... "The sand man with eyes like sapphire muttered to himself, this place is dozens of miles away from the place where the fight, and he and the others have almost been sucked out of their souls, if it weren't for the mysterious Qu Jiuniang, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to escape this catastrophe.

The sand leader with a scimitar at his waist said fearfully: "Normal grandmasters will converge the range of their impact, so that it is easy to concentrate their power, but the crying old man is an exception, the more souls he absorbs, the more powerful his soul will be!

They are the horse bandits of the Hanhai Gobi, who surrendered to the "Hanhai Evil Knife" and had a certain understanding of the eighteen beats of the unjust soul.

"Boss, do we have to believe in Buddhism and resolve the sins on our bodies, so as not to encounter such unfortunate things all the time?"

"Believe in your mother's Buddha!"

......

Meng Qi, who had just walked to the middle of the quicksand set, had dark gold on his skin circulating, locking his body and soul, looking like an Arhat, but the dark gold luster was getting darker and darker, like a candle flame in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time.

He gritted his teeth and insisted, trying his best to concentrate, and today he knew that the power of the peak of the exterior scene was as terrifying as a natural disaster!

At the top of the small mountain, Xuan Bei dialed the dark gold rosary, chanted in a low voice, and the glass light was scattered from his hand, setting off most of the peak like the Pure Land of Buddhism.

With the clapping of the old man's palm, the souls of grievances surged, like a surging black stream, screaming and disappearing on the glazed light from time to time, and tearing the glazed light to pieces from time to time.

Xuan was not happy or angry, not in a hurry, just looked at the crying old man, and his voice seemed to echo in his heart:

"Do you know why I gave up the complete divine skill inheritance and chose the 'Moko Demon Fist' that was missing important scriptures?"

The crying old man's eyes froze, his right palm was raised, and his left palm was pushed, and the wind and sand suddenly fell like a dragon, and the more formless and qualitative the souls were, as if walking between yin and yang, making people unable to resist at all.

After Xuan Bei finished speaking, one of the beads on the Buddha beads turned from dark gold to pitch black, and then, he punched out.

This punch seemed to fill the heavens and the earth, and the fist became transparent and pure, like glass, not stained with dust.

The golden light around him was shrouded, and illusory golden lotuses bloomed on the peak, revealing a hazy void behind him.

In the void, a hideous shape of evil ghosts, unjust souls with expressions serenely around a golden lotus platform, on the lotus platform sat a Bodhisattva, full of compassion, mercy for the world, holding the breath of life and death in the palm of the continuous circulation, like a black and white changing wheel treasure, containing the great secrets of the heavens, the mystery of life and death.

This bodhisattva's face changed vaguely, and finally reached its peak with Xuan Bei's fist intent, revealing the same appearance as him, but one was melancholy and heavy, and the other was merciful and solemn!

The Bodhisattva's mouth opened, and the sound of clouds and thunder suddenly echoed in the void:

"After today, in the tens of billions of eons, there should be the world, all the hells, and the three evil realms, all sins and suffering beings, I vow to save them, and I will be free from the evil pleasures of hell, and the beasts will be hungry and hungry. And this sin and others, I will become a Buddha, and then I will become enlightened. ”

"Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha; ”

The Zen sound bursts, the Buddha's light shines brightly, and the evil ghosts and ghosts that come here fade away from the hideous resentment, and their faces are now serene and disappear into the air.

The wind and sand are stagnant, there are also the sound of the Buddha at the foot of the mountain, the clumps of withered hay gradually turn green, the undercurrent dingdong, the dry corpse-like herdsmen's cattle and sheep skin is slowly full, and the black soul that flies out returns to the body, and the breath of life is full.

The cracked earth is as stable as ever, and the soulless passers-by on the quicksand have escaped from the "hell", dazed and afraid.

In the inn, the scolding Qu Jiuniang's face showed a look of surprise, and she whispered to herself: "Is there really someone who has practiced the 'Moke Fu Demon Fist' to this level?"

Under the breath of life and the light of the glazed Buddha, the stormy Meng Qi finally got rid of the influence of the "Eighteen Beats of the Wronged Soul", and the dark gold circulating on his skin was no longer dim, but became pure again.

Looking at the scene in front of him that walked around between death and life, Meng Qi couldn't help but be stunned and thought, "I'm afraid this is already a fairy method!"

Moko Fu Demon Fist, exhaustive research on the cycle of life and death!

The crying old man's move was broken, he raised his head and roared, and his voice penetrated into the sky, piercing his body and soul, just like the ghost king who was suppressed in the depths of hell.

The black qi around him rose, as if hell was wide open, and the ghost was out of control.

Then, he turned the sky with one palm and slapped it down from the head, and the "ghost door closed" of the "Eighteen Beats of the Wronged Soul"!

Xuan Compassion and the Bodhisattva behind him are still melancholy and compassionate, the fist is like a seal, and it is played again, and the Moko Fu Demon Fist "exhausts all sentient beings"!

............

Meng Qi looked back, only to see the vast sand and gravel around the hill, the black qi Buddha light was beautiful, constantly staggering, and it seemed that it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

He knew that with his own strength, not to mention helping the master, he was afraid that he would not be able to do it close to the peak, but he would become a burden, but the little junior brother was in the inn, alone, stunned, inexperienced, and if he didn't handle it well, he would incur the disaster of death, so he temporarily gave up the plan of "escaping from Shaolin" and prepared to return to the inn and join the little junior brother.

Under normal circumstances, I didn't feel guilty about escaping, but at this time, the situation is special, and I have a deep friendship with my junior brother, how can I not rescue him?

Moreover, what Meng Qi didn't want to admit in his heart was that if there were other enemies, if the crying old man had the upper hand again, similar to the nightmare scene of taking off the water and draining the soul, then the inn was the safest place, after all, there was a suspected Qu Jiuniang on the outside.

Meng Qi had to admit that seeking shelter and rescuing the little junior brother accounted for half of the reason for his return to the inn.

As soon as he turned around, his gaze suddenly froze, and his pupils contracted sharply, because on the wind-blown street, there was a strange-looking man standing opposite him.

He was dressed in a black burqa like a shackler, white and pale, but his face was young, like a young man in his twenties and thirties, and the contrast between the two was extremely terrifying.

"Anguo Evil ......" Meng Qi called out his name in a low voice, and ran away without turning his head.

In this case, running away with your back is purely revealing the real emptiness and giving away the key points of the vest.

An Guoxie, "bald vulture", the disciple of the crying old man, the master of the nine tricks, the thirty-sixth place on the list, I don't know how much better than myself!

An Guoxie's face was thin, the edges and corners were protruding, but there was a bit of exotic beauty, and with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, he joked: "My luck is good, I bumped into one directly, and now I am not afraid of being punished by the ancestor." ”

An opponent who has not yet opened his mind, he doesn't pay attention to it at all, and he feels a bit like a cat and mouse.

As he spoke, he pounced forward like a vulture, pushing his palms, and the wind was blazing, making Meng Qi almost feel like he was stuck in the depths of the desert, breathing bitterly, his skin was dry, his body was dehydrated, and his strength was lacking.

Although he failed to learn the "Eighteen Beats of the Wronged Soul", the Wild Sand Divine Skill has entered the room!

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