In the beginning, it went well. It's still a familiar rhythm, raising lights, gathering souls, hiding, waiting for an opportunity to ambush; An hour later, there were already three spirits and two ghosts, and this time the purification also came to an end, in the words of the lantern monk, when the qi in the body of these souls was dissipated, it was time to release them.

No one knows whether the qi has been completely dissolved, but these purified souls and ghosts have indeed lost their attack power after disbanding, and they are no longer so violent, but it is difficult to say how long such a peaceful state can last.

Hou Yu didn't bother to go back and test whether the ghosts in the purified area were still aggressive, because one thing was for sure, there must be a lot fewer spirits and ghosts in those areas than normal.

The lantern monk never turns back, and the reason for this is very intriguing.

"Northwest, one soul and one ghost." The cooperation between the two is already very tacit, and you can know what the other party is thinking with a short conversation, this is an old thing, and the opponent is a ghost whose intelligence is far lower than that of humans, and there is nothing to be proud of.

The lantern monk's attention turned to a ghost and a ghost, and when he waited for the Buddha to take place, he would launch the Buddha's light; Hou Yu sneaks quietly in the group of ghosts, as if entering a soulless realm; In the past two months, the application of the natural technique has reached the highest level that his level can reach, and even if there is no monk's lantern, it may not be impossible to escape the perception of the ghosts.

It's as if he's a soul himself, an assassin's soul. Seeing Hou Yu fall into place, the lantern monk patted the lantern, as if he had opened a pair of eyes in the night, and two rays of light fell down and fell on the body of a soul and a ghost, and then, the lantern monk shouted,

"Amitabha, the wind is tight!" Hou Yu stabbed out with a sword, and before he reached his soul, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and the eyes of the soul body he attacked had no trace of extinguishing at all, but the red light was sheng!

"Congratulations to the monk, the Buddha has appeared!" The sword stabbed forward, and the body seemed to be loaded with a spring, and it fell backwards; This is the characteristic of Jian Yubu, at all times to maintain a foot on the ground, to ensure that you can change direction at any time.

The sword still hits the soul body, such as defeating the leather, there is a faint sound of gold and stone, and it cannot be broken; This is the strength he controls to save effort, and it will be enough to kill the ghost ghost, but this level of attack is completely not enough in front of this soul body.

This is not a geist, but a ghost, the body materialized, indestructible. In the same way, the other one is not a ghost, but a ghost!

The Buddha and the demon were originally birds in the same forest, and they flew separately when disaster came. Mo Cheng is a hero, whoever is behind is unlucky.

There is no need to discuss, they are all cautious people, and they have long expected this result, often walking by the river, how can they not get their shoes wet, that is, they are lucky, otherwise they will go so deep that their crotch will be soaked.

You can cooperate when you get benefits, and if you run for your life, you can only escape alone! Both of them reacted quickly, but Hou Yu was still hit by the ghost's ice breath at the same time as he was back, breaking through his poor Gang Qi shield, and the ice was piercing.

The monk was a little farther away, and theoretically this time he succeeded in letting the Quanzhen swordsman be the tail, as long as he was given another time to count his breath, he would ...... Suddenly, he felt a sharp wind stabbing behind him, and the sword was turned back, and his body fell down at the same time; For minor repairs of his level, it is still the most reliable weapon in an emergency.

The sharp wind hit the back of the knife, and the impact force shook the internal organs to oscillate, making his forward rush into a rolling gourd, which was indeed too much opponent's strength, and he did it on purpose, it was the only means to even eliminate and run, and peeked behind him during the roll, and the ghost was chasing him.

"My Buddha is merciful, and I meet in Pingshui, what are you doing to me?" The ghost chases for a long time,

"When we meet, why do you purify me? If you are allowed to purify your soul in Buddhism, you will not allow me to be a pure monk with a ghost? The monk is pure, but I can't be clean? "The lantern monk is bitter,

"I mean, why do you divide the army into two ways......" The ghost laughed evilly,

"Dead monks don't die poor? Human, still so selfish! ”…… Hou Yu felt that he had been hit by a ghost spell, and the power of the cold was painful, and it poured straight into all parts of his body, including the meridians, including the internal organs, and even the two dantians.

He knew that in such a state, within a few breaths, he would be frozen into an ice sculpture, this was a spell comparable to the human Tongxuan level, how could he be resisted by a little Peiyuan Realm monk?

The only hope was that because of the entity, the ghost's body would no longer be fluttering and bulky because of the weight, but first, he would have to pull himself out of the cold.

There is no corresponding technique, and if there is, it may not work, and the realm is too far away. His only hope was only one, in the forward rush, the dantian ran wildly, and the Zifu whirlpool appeared, and immediately, the cold power was attracted by the whirlpool, and finally had an outlet for catharsis, and no longer jumped around in his body.

Even if it is a spell, it is a spell based on spiritual power, and it is not a concept from the spell of human monks based on the great power of heaven and earth, it is more like a spell appearance simulated with spiritual power, which is not inferior in power, but the nature is completely different.

His physical condition quickly eased, but he would not choose to turn back and fight, not wanting to at all. Jian Yu's steps were getting faster and faster under his feet, because the cold power in his body was being sucked into the Purple Mansion Vortex at a very fast speed, as if it was a bottomless pit.

But the attack behind him did not end, even if the speed of the ghost was limited, it was still easy to keep up with him, and there was constantly magic power hitting his body, even if he had wielded his long sword and tried his best to resist, but he could not completely eliminate the aftermath of the magic power, the cold power continued to pour into his body, and was constantly absorbed by the Purple Mansion Vortex, and he actually reached a dynamic balance in the escape.

The bad news is that they're just getting in too deep; The good news is that he knows the shortest shortcuts, at the very least.

Although the Purple Mansion Vortex could help him absorb all the cold power, the physical damage caused by the spell itself was still there, slowly accumulating with blow after blow, stacking damage.

The turning point out of danger is not how far he can run, but whether he can hold out until dawn. The ghost is not afraid of light, but he will still lose his strength in the sun, and this is his chance.

He didn't know if the monk had gone to see the Buddha now, if he followed such a gap in strength, it would probably be more than lucky; But he is just a dispensable small role in the Quanzhen Sect, there is no master and no treasure, but the monk may not, dare to come to the country alone to purify the soul and ghost, how can he not have a hole card to save his life?

Each has a mandate.