"Ahem! Well, the poor monk passed by this place, and when he saw the evil spirit of this place, he pinched his fingers and knew that several donors were in danger, and he came to help a few donors get out of their suffering!"

Monk Zhizhang's words are convincing, if you don't know, maybe you think he is some kind of upright person.

But Ye Chen didn't know this guy for the first day, he knew what he was like, he smiled coldly, and said, "Don't give me all these things, hurry up and say, why did you suddenly appear in Guiyun Mountain."

Ye Chen didn't believe in his plan, and always felt that things couldn't be so coincidental.

"What's.... This one... This shows that the poor monk has a fate with Lord Ye." Monk Zhizhang smiled slowly, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Dharma, no matter how Ye Chen pressed him, he didn't intend to say the purpose of his trip.

"Fart, the ghost has a fate with you, and every time I see you, there must be no good thing!" Ye Chen's face turned dark, and he didn't want to have anything to do with this great monk at all.

"Tweet!"

At this moment, the group of voilthirsty ghost bats hanging upside down on top of the ancient tree suddenly flew up, their pitch-black bodies merged with the surroundings, and a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in front of several people, making Ye Chen's hair stand on end in an instant.

The combat power of these ghost bats is very terrifying, and the combat power of each one is comparable to the combat power of the Great Perfection of the God Transformation Realm, but these ghost bats are creatures of the underworld, and ordinary magic spells have no effect on them at all, even if a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant encounters a ghost bat, he may fall.

There was another strange cry, and then more than thirty ghost bats were seen rushing towards them.

More than thirty ghost bats, exuding a rich yin aura, are even more terrifying than the ghosts who ask for their lives.

Seeing these ghost bats rushing over, Monk Zhizhang's face also changed slightly, and he didn't have the appearance of hanging at the beginning, and his eyes became solemn.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Zhizhang appeared in front of Ye Chen and the others in a flash, chanting a Buddha horn, a Buddha wheel rose behind him, and golden Buddha light poured out from behind him, instantly penetrating the sky.

A stream of golden Dharma light poured out of his mouth and hit the more than thirty ghost bats.

The Buddha light is the nemesis of these evil things, and the golden light hits the body of the ghost bat, making a crackling sound, and the ghost bat is constantly ignited by the Buddha light, and makes a scream.

The screams of these ghost bats are very weird, as if they are human cries, and they are very infiltrating.

"Just a ghost, even dare to be presumptuous in front of the old man!" Monk Zhizhang shouted angrily, and slammed the black Zen staff in his hand on the ground, making a bang.

"Boom!"

An ancient Buddha phantom rose from behind him.

A large number of ghost bats were shattered by the power emanating from the phantom of the ancient Buddha.

However, at the top of the mountain, there was a long howling sound, like a thunderbolt descending, making a loud sound that destroyed the withering and decaying.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There were several sounds of coffins crashing.

This sound was even more terrifying than the sound made by the Immaculate Boy when he slapped the sarcophagus before, spreading for thousands of miles, the entire mountain peak was shaking, and the big river at the foot of the mountain also roared under this sound, and the waves were turbulent, rolling up a thousand waves.

A large number of cracks also cracked on the mountain of the mausoleum, and each crack gushed out a fountain of blood, rushing up to the top of the mountain, and then falling on the river, forming a red waterfall that fell from the sky, dyeing most of the sky red.

If you stand in the distance, you will definitely be able to see a very strong death aura hanging over this mountain.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a powerful force came from the top of the mountain.

Obviously, the ghost in the mausoleum on the top of the mountain sensed the threat and was already angry, and wanted to wipe out the people who broke into the mountain, and killed Monk Zhizhang and Ye Chen and others in the air.

"I really didn't expect that thing to really turn into an evil." Monk Zhizhang glanced up at the top of the mountain, frowned slightly, muttered, and then sacrificed the Zen staff in his hand.

Directly towards the divine thunder that fell from the sky.

The invincible Zen staff is like a lightning rod, attracting the sea of thunder that has been bred in the sky.

The invincible Zen staff rotated rapidly in mid-air, and the Buddha ring on it made a tinkling sound, attracting all the thunder and lightning to the past, and finally the sea of thunder in the sky was swallowed by the invincible Zen staff.

Seeing this scene, Ye Chen and the others didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief when they saw an even more terrifying force coming out from above.

It was a gray ghost hand, very huge, and it was overwhelming.

"Quick! Give the Blood Spirit Demon Pot to the old man, or we won't be able to escape!"

Monk Zhizhang shouted, and then he didn't give Gu Jianren a chance to refuse, and directly snatched the Blood Spirit Demon Pot from his hand.

The magic pot shaped like a human skull fell into the hands of Monk Zhizhang, and in an instant, a terrifying force poured out, suppressing the ghost hand in the sky, and directly shattering the ghost hand.

The attack emitted by the ghost hand was very powerful, but there was no way to resist the divine power of the Blood Spirit Demon Pot.

"Boom!"

After the ghost hand was dispersed, the aftermath of the attack from the Blood Spirit Demon Pot fell on the thousands of ghost bats, and a large area of the ghost bats was crushed and turned into a blood mist, and finally swallowed by the Blood Spirit Demon Pot.

Monk Zhizhang sacrificed the blood spirit demon pot, and the killing power on his body surged, at this moment he didn't look like a monk at all, but like a killing god, he kept walking towards the top of the mountain, and every step out of the surrounding killing rules was wiped out by him.

"I'll go! What is the origin of this great monk, this is too fierce!" Wang Meng looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but say.

Gu Jianren's brows furrowed, and after staring at Monk Zhizhang for a moment, he thought about something in his heart, and suddenly exclaimed and said, "Could it be that this monk is the legendary person?"

"Who?" Ye Chen asked.

Although he has had a few encounters with this great monk, he is really not familiar with the great monk, and he only knows that his cultivation is very strong, and he can fight even in the face of the ancient cloud female corpse.

You must know that the monks in the late stage of the Yuanying Realm can't survive a round in the hands of Gu Yun's female corpse, but when facing the great monk, Gu Yun's female corpse has no way to help him.

It can be seen from this that this great monk is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Boom!"

Monk Zhizhang had already appeared at the top of the mountain, and terrifying voices came from the top of the mountain.

The Blood Spirit Demon Pot erupted with a dazzling light like the sun, and the blood-colored magic light enveloped the heavens and the earth, and countless dead qi was swallowed by the magic pot.

There is a thick layer of clouds at the top of the mountain.

Although there was no way to see through this layer of clouds and mist and see the scene inside, Ye Chen could vaguely see that there was a huge ghost and god phantom manifested in the cloud and mist, and the power of that ghost and god phantom was very terrifying, even if Monk Zhizhang urged the Blood Spirit Demon Pot with all his might, there was no way to help him.

All the thirty-six peaks of the Guiyun Mountain Range were shaking, and the strange beasts living here were shocked to death by this terrifying aura, and fell to the ground, turning into pools of blood and mud.

Ye Chen and the others were all hit hard, snatching a lot of elixir from Gu Jianren's body, and constantly swallowing it in their mouths, recovering with the medicinal power of the elixir, otherwise they would have been unable to withstand the aftermath of the great battle.

Gu Jianren didn't know where he had stolen so many elixirs, and several people sent them into their mouths one after another, but they were still able to take out a lot of healing elixirs from his body.

"Boom!"

A heavenly thunderbolt fell and slashed at Ye Chen's body.

Thunder and lightning swam on Ye Chen's body, and one after another electric light fell on the black iron plate that Ye Chen snatched from Tuoba Qingqing's hand, and the iron plate suddenly flashed out of the essence, and countless gray-white mist poured out from it, frantically pouring into Ye Chen's body.

These gases are very weird and clear

Ming exuded a cold aura, as if even the air could freeze, but after entering Ye Chen's body, it instantly became extremely hot, as if it was going to burn him to ashes from the inside out.

"It's.... The cursed power of the mausoleum mountain?" Ye Chen felt the weirdness of the mist pouring into his body, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and then he hurriedly ran the "Phoenix Divine Codex", and the blood in his body also ran rapidly at this moment, refining the strange mist that had invaded his body, and finally integrated it into his Five Elements Spiritual Vein Society for his own use.

After refining that cloud of mist, Ye Chen's cultivation improved a lot.

"What the hell is that black iron plate, it can actually help me cultivate." Ye Chen was a little shocked.

The power of the mist that invaded his body just now was very strong, but the attack power was not very terrifying, with his cultivator being able to refine and integrate the power of that mist into his body, Ye Chen also found that his cultivation had improved a lot, and his divine soul had improved a lot.

Ye Chen didn't have a golden pill in his body now, so his realm hadn't changed much, but the Five Elements Spirit Vein was a lot thicker, and in terms of combat power, he was now infinitely close to the combat power of the Great Perfection of the Transformation God Realm.

If the thunder slashed down again that day, maybe his Five Elements Spirit Vein would be able to reach a higher level.

However, the thunder never fell again, but the monk Zhizhang escaped.

I saw that he was carrying an invincible Zen staff in one hand and a blood spirit magic pot in the other, and ran directly towards the foot of the mountain, his shoes ran away, and the robe on his body was broken in a large piece, which was very embarrassing.

"Why are you stunned, run, that thing has turned into evil, this place is his place to turn into evil, he can quickly condense the terrain, even if the old man controls the blood spirit magic pot, there is no way to suppress him, hurry up!"