Ruyi Town is a remote town located on the edge of the Nanzhou capital.

Because of its remote location, Ruyi Town was not affected by the war.

But because of the remote location, the people here have long been plagued by night ghosts.

The only remaining old and sick people still live in this empty town.

Not so long ago, Wuhua had been walking in villages near Cangzhou and Nanzhou to help people displaced by the war.

Wuhua is just a little monk who only has a heart to help the suffering.

When you meet night ghosts, you send them to see the Buddha.

On the way to save the suffering, Wuhua meets three ghost hunters dressed in white.

For some reason, as soon as they met, the three of them shot at Wuhua for no reason, looking like they were going to kill Wuhua.

The battle began in a city by the Canglan River, and Wuhua was no match for the three of them.

After chasing and escaping all the way, Wuhua came to Ruyi Town again.

Not bad, again.

Half a month ago, Wuhua rescued the people who survived from the mouth of the night ghost here.

Who knew it would be so embarrassing to come back today.

"The little monk and the three have no grievances, why do the three chase and kill the little monk?" Wuhua asked.

The only thing that answered without flowers was the sword light and the sword light.

Days of chasing and killing have caused Wuhua to suffer a lot of injuries.

The plain white monk's robe was stained with countless mud, and there was blood stains everywhere on his arms and face

The eyes, which should have been clear and agile, have become cloudy and dull.

The days of fleeing had exhausted him, and he had finally felt the taste of despair.

Everyone in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion is the pride of the world, and the cooperation between the three of them is even more seamless.

Trap the enemy, grapple with it, slash it.

Everyone has their own role, and they switch offense and defense with each other.

Every sword and sword struck at the key point of the flowerless.

The three ghost hunters were all young people, and they looked like they were only in their twenties, but the cultivation of the three of them was enough to be a young genius in the world after all.

The strongest person is Shang Fenghua, who has cultivated to the eighth grade of the opening monument.

The other two are brothers and sisters - Qiao Jun and Qiao Ting, both of whom are cultivators of the seven grades of the opening monument.

The three of them joined forces, even if they were strong enough to deal with the powerhouse of the Nine Grades of the Open Monument, they had the power to fight.

But Wuhua, who only opened the monument and seven grades, was like an unbeatable cockroach, chasing and killing him for several days in a row, and he didn't kill him.

Clang!

The phantom of the Admiralty trembled, and there was an earth-shattering sound.

The golden bell jar has been blocked by Shang Fenghua's broadsword for no flower many times.

The golden light of Buddhism protected Wuhua's body, and once again blocked the sword light of Qiao Jun's brother and sister.

The three of them were fluttering in white, standing still in the wind.

Shang Fenghua blocked Wuhua's way, while Qiao Jun's brother and sister stood behind Wuhua.

One after the other, Wuhua has been forced to have no way to escape.

Even in the face of such a desperate situation, Wuhua still does not change her face.

The Buddha said: Carefree, no fear, no joy, no sorrow, no sentient beings.

The "swastika" calligraphy seal between the foreheads of the flowers flickered and disappeared, and after each flicker, the light became fainter and weaker.

Wuhua asked again: "Three donors, why do you want to kill the little monk?" ”

This is a question that Wuhua has been puzzled about.

Shouldn't ghost hunters hunt night ghosts?

The little monk is not a night ghost, why do you chase and kill the little monk?

This time, Qiao Ting opened her mouth and responded: "You have the breath of a night ghost on your body, which is extremely strong. If it has nothing to do with the night ghosts, it will never attract our Shadow Fireflies. ”

Exploring the Fireflies, this is a type of firefly cultivated by the Ghost Hunting Pavilion to track night ghosts.

It has already been applied in the Great War a thousand years ago.

But it is not passed on to the world.

"But the little monk is indeed a human race, not a night ghost." Wuhua argued.

Qiao Ting took out a porcelain bottle, and several glowing fireflies flew out of the bottle.

These fireflies exude a cold aura, as if they came from the Netherworld.

I saw that Tanyouyi Firefly quickly flew towards Wuhua and landed on Wuhua's shoulders and sleeves.

Qiao Ting snorted coldly: "You can see for yourself." The little night ghost dares to disguise himself as a monk and bring disaster to the world! ”

Shang Fenghua also spoke: "Don't say so much, kill him!" Take his head and go to the Hanging Temple to ask for sin. ”

Wuhua didn't understand why the firefly landed on her, and she didn't understand why she had the breath of a night ghost on her.

In the face of the offensive of the three, Wuhua will not sit still.

Airplanes!

The golden light filled the streets and alleys, and the phantom of the Admiralty continued to appear, blocking the attack of the three of them.

"Golden Bell Jar" is divided into three layers, compared to Yu Zhi, the flowerless "Golden Bell Jar" has been cultivated to the second level, which is much more powerful.

The crisp sound of the bell was very urgent, like a death-inducing requiem.

Shang Fenghua never thought that the little monk with clear eyebrows in front of him could withstand their pursuit for nine consecutive days.

The golden light of those Buddhist gates is like an impregnable wall, blocking all attacks.

Even though Wuhua was chased up and down and jumped, the three of them failed to give Wuhua the final blow.

Shang Fenghua held the broadsword with both hands, and the blade flashed with a cold and sharp black light.

Unlike the ghost hunter's white robes, Shang Fenghua's broadsword is pitch black, like a black hole, capable of devouring everything and destroying everything.

Shang Fenghua stepped forward, his true qi surging, and the black broadsword swept in.

Swords are not as light and agile as swords, especially broadswords are heavier.

Therefore, Shang Fenghua's speed is not fast.

Even if it is the blessing of true qi, it is enough to give Wuhua time to dodge.

But Shang Fenghua still has two teammates.

Qiao Jun Qiao Ting had already entangled Wuhua, the two swords were combined, and the sword light was intertwined into a cage, covering Wuhua's body.

Whenever Wuhua wanted to escape, countless sword lights would block Wuhua's path and block it.

Airplanes!

The sound of the sword sounded in Wuhua's ears.

The next moment, the sleeve of the monk's robe was torn by the sword light and fell to the ground.

After several temptations, Qiao Jun's sword light found an opportunity to invade the defenses of the flowerless Buddha Gate's golden light.

It's not a killer move!

It's good to be able to kill Wuhua, but this is by no means the final blow that the three of them have prepared for Wuhua.

"Retreat!"

Shang Fenghua's voice sounded in Qiao Jun Qiao Ting's ears.

The brother and sister put their feet on the ground and soared into the air, away from the area where Wuhua was.

Just when Wuhua was puzzled, behind Wuhua, Shang Fenghua dragged a broadsword and rubbed a dazzling spark on the ground.

There was a surge of thunder above the black blade, and a trace of silvery-white arc was swirling and surging.

Rumble!

Shang Fenghua's expression was cold, his feet were fixed on the ground like wooden stakes, and his arms burst out with powerful power to dance the broadsword.

The groundbreaking sword momentum has been achieved and is ready to go.

In an instant, thunder rushed and poured out like a waterfall from the blade of the broadsword.

At this moment, only the silver-white light of thunder remained between heaven and earth.

The streets were filled with thunder, and countless arcs of electricity twisted into long whips, dancing wildly, destroying all the houses on both sides of the street.

The thunder light illuminated Flowerless's face, and the bright red blood on his face turned silvery-white.

Wuhua's expression became cold and hard, his hands folded, and then the phantom of the Admiralty reappeared.

The true qi of the whole body was integrated into the phantom of the Admiralty.

Ancient Sanskrit characters appear on the phantom of the golden bell, constantly making the phantom condense, like a real golden bell.

The golden light of the Buddha Gate rises to the sky and goes straight into the sky.

In mid-air, it seems that there is an ancient Buddha sitting overlooking the world.

The menacing broadsword needs to be defended with all the strength of Muhua.

The blade rotated, driving Shang Fenghua's body to rotate as well.

Bang Bang Bang!

A continuous, rapid rumor was heard.

Thunder and golden light intertwined, constantly colliding, and the aftermath of the shock destroyed all the nearby houses.

The ground cracked, the rocks shattered, and then turned into powder, and disappeared with the wind.

The center of Ruyi Town is facing an unprecedented and devastating disaster.

A ruin is about to form.

And the two initiators are still attacking each other in the center of the thunder.

The black blade fell on the Admiralty.

The silver-white thunder annihilated the Sanskrit characters on the golden bell.

The phantom of the Admiralty is also getting darker and darker.

When the phantom of Admiralty disappears completely, it is the time when Wuhua dies.

Shang Fenghua is a strong man who opens the eight grades of the monument, and he is a cut above Wuhua in the realm.

And Wuhua, who has been hunted down for so long, is no longer in its heyday.

Qiao Jun, who was far away from the battlefield, looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but say: "The cultivation of this night ghost is indeed high, only with the realm of opening the stele and the seventh grade, it can make Fenghua use the silver thunder knife, even those in the ghost hunting pavilion can't do it." ”

Qiao Ting clasped her hands to her chest, and only Shang Fenghua was in her eyes.

"This little monk is naturally not Brother Fenghua's opponent. The rumors in the world are not known to Brother Fenghua. Otherwise, any young Hades and the Broken Dome Sword Lord would have to surrender to Brother Fenghua's sword. ”

Qiao Ting has an almost obsessive admiration for Shang Fenghua.

In the Ghost Hunting Pavilion, in addition to Yun Ange, who is high above, it is Shang Fenghua and others.

These people are definitely Tianjiao-level existences in the world.

It is precisely because of this that the Ghost Hunting Pavilion, which has been in seclusion, has brought these people who have been cultivated for many years into the world and began to kill the night ghosts.

Qiao Jun glanced at his sister helplessly.

How could he not know Qiao Ting's thoughts.

However, what matters is what Shang Fenghua's mind is.

Suddenly, Qiao Jun turned his head to look outside Ruyi Town, and outside the wilderness, an aura that was not weaker than them was constantly approaching.

"Qiao Ting, get ready. Someone approached! ”

At this time, the battle between Shang Fenghua and Wuhua also changed.

Airplanes!

Admiralty is broken!

The silver-white thunder devoured the golden light of the flowerless Buddha Gate, and then devoured the figure of the flowerless.

Clang!

In the silver-white thunder light, no one could see what was happening.

But the disappearance of the Phantom of Admiralty proves the outcome of this battle.

Dust was flying, ruins were everywhere, and the ruins of the collapsed walls were covered with silver arcs that crawled like small snakes.

Fortunately, this place has long been deserted, and those old, weak, sick and disabled people also live on the edge of Ruyi Town.

The thunder light gradually dissipated, and a figure flew out of the thunder light.

Wuhua was wrapped with thunder light, and these terrifying thunder lights continued to erode Wuhua's flesh, invading Wuhua's flesh and blood through wounds.

Wuhua rolled on the ground a few times and finally collapsed weakly.

The pain from the thunder paralyzed his body, and his entire body was controlled by Wu Hua.

Shang Fenghua had put the broadsword back on his back, and it seemed to him that this battle was over.

Next, he will cut off the head of the flowerless and take it to the Hanging Temple to ask for guilt.

Wuhua still had a breath left, he barely sat up, his eyes were still clear, his hands were folded like an old monk meditating, waiting for the butcher knife to swing.

In the face of life and death, there is no fear or sorrow, this is the true meaning of Buddhism.

I didn't understand it in the past, but I can only understand it after life and death.

At this moment, Shang Fenghua seemed to feel that the monk in front of him was just a monk.

But why do the monks of the human race have such a strong night ghost aura?

It's even stronger than the night ghosts.