The loud roar made the entire mansion tremble, and the courtyard conjured up by the magic weapon didn't even last a quarter of an hour under the hands of the Buddha, and cracks appeared everywhere, and it seemed that the mansion would collapse with just one more gentle push.

The weeping mountain ghost, who had been beaten and smashed the stone pillar again, gritted his teeth and stood up, he heard the constant squeaking sound above his head, and subconsciously hid to the side.

After he escaped from the small building, the small building with carved beams and paintings collapsed directly.

The weeping mountain ghost who escaped the catastrophe didn't even have time to rejoice, and the Buddha's Zen staff found his position again and smashed it on his stomach!

The crying mountain ghost who was smashed into the small building vomited a mouthful of blood, and he didn't want to climb out anymore.

The ghost knows where this Buddha monk came from, he looks young, and he actually has such a strong Buddha power.

If he changed to other monks who cultivated the same as the Wailing Mountain Ghost, he would not be as embarrassed as he is now. But what he encountered was a Buddhist cultivation that was compatible with the ghost power he cultivated, which simply cost him his life!

The smoke and dust from the collapse of the small building had not yet dissipated, and the weeping mountain ghost could only see golden light burst out in the thick smoke, followed by the miserable screams of the man who couldn't see clearly.

Knowing that he was not the only one who was beaten badly, the Crying Mountain Ghost was instantly relieved.

This mansion is a magic weapon, so no matter what happens inside, as long as the owner of the magic weapon is unwilling, these movements will not be transmitted to the outside.

And in the same way, as long as the owner of the ritual weapon is unwilling, the people in the house should not want to go out easily.

Fortunately, this magic weapon has been obviously dilapidated under the violent destruction of Buddhist cultivation. The Wailing Mountain Ghost looked around, and finally found a broken wall from which he could escape.

Yes, the Wailing Mountain Ghost doesn't plan to stay any longer.

He was originally a ghost cultivator, and it was not easy to cultivate. He has been doing well in Jiutao Mountain all these years, if it weren't for that damn promise, he wouldn't have come to the bottom of the mountain to make such a fuss, and finally caused himself such trouble as Buddha cultivation.

He was hammered three times by the Buddha's Zen staff, and most of the ghost power on his body was lost, and if he continued to fight with the Buddha, the Crying Mountain Ghost felt that he was about to become a dead ghost.

He thought that he had fulfilled his promise by luring this Buddhist cultivator with a magic weapon over, and now he was not weak enough to escape.

The Wailing Mountain Ghost, who had made up his mind, moved carefully, but fortunately, the Buddha was bent on dealing with the owner of the house, but gave the Wailing Mountain Ghost a chance to escape.

After he walked out of the ruins, he didn't notice him at all while the two of them were in a state of battle, and turned into a streamer and flew towards the broken courtyard wall.

Just as the Wailing Mountain Ghost was about to escape from the courtyard and escape from the terrible Buddha practice, a ball of paper wrapped in fireballs slammed down on the door in front of him.

The Wailing Mountain Ghost was caught off guard and was directly implicated by the fireball and the paper man and fell under the courtyard wall.

As soon as the fire generated by the pure spiritual power was stained with the ghost power of the Wailing Mountain Ghost, it was like being stained with some kind of combustible substance on the spot, and the fire burst up on him, burning him so much that he couldn't help but jump to his feet.

"Who, who is plotting against me?!" The Wailing Mountain Ghost constantly urged the ghost power to try to extinguish the flames on his body.

But the more he used his ghost power, the more these flames burned, and in the blink of an eye, his whole body was burned to pieces.

After hearing the terrible screams in the courtyard, Xie Zhengliu, who wanted to turn around and solve the other paper figures, was instantly alarmed.

She jumped to the gap in the wall and looked inside, and she met the face of the Crying Mountain Ghost.

Poor ghost cultivator has been burned to the point of no form at this moment, and most of the ghost power on his body has disappeared because of Buddha cultivation, but now it has been burned by the flames, and there is not a lot of it.

You can't use your ghost powers, and you don't have anyone to help. Oni Xiu could only roll frantically on the ground and keep looking for water sources in the yard to extinguish the fire.

Xie Zhengliu, who was high up, could only see a humanoid fire howling around the courtyard, and from time to time the sparks on his body would fall on other buildings in the courtyard.

In a short time, this gorgeous and exquisite mansion instantly became a sea of fire.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Xuan Shu raised his hand to help the Crying Mountain Ghost extinguish the flames on his body, but he didn't let this ghost cultivator really be burned to death.

The owner of the mansion, who had also been hammered by Xuanshu several times, also knew that the situation was not good now, and he originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but he had already felt the breath of magic weapons when he was fighting with Xuanshu just now.

He has done so much and paid so much, and he did not hesitate to invite the Crying Mountain Ghost to help, just for this magic weapon.

Remembering the promise he made to his master when he left, the owner of the house could only grit his teeth and give up his plan to escape.

He quickly found the center of the house, then slashed his arm open, letting the bright red blood drip onto the core of the artifact.

At the moment of tasting the blood of the owner, the whole house seemed to suddenly come to life. The collapsed building was restored in the blink of an eye, and the ignited flowers and buildings were restored to their original appearance.

The main building in the courtyard grew eyes, and the small buildings on both sides of the main building also rose from the ground and turned into arms...... The whole courtyard is like a monster that has been sleeping for a long time, and when it wakes up, it is ready to slaughter all the living people in its body!

Xie Zhengliu at the head of the wall was also pulled into his body by the "alive" mansion in this turmoil, and the outside of the courtyard finally solved the paper man Zhuang and Yue with the help of Xie Zhengliu's spiritual fire, and they wanted to follow in, but they were slammed out by the courtyard door.

When the two of them looked up again, the thick fog that came out of nowhere had already covered the mansion completely.

Zhuang Youqian hurriedly took out the messenger and sent a letter to Xie Zhengliu, but all the news was blocked by an invisible wall, and none of them were transmitted.

"They're trapped inside." Zhuang Youqian was eager to run into the thick fog, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Yue Mingqiu also tried to attack in the direction of the gate in his memory with his sword, but after the Dao Dao sword qi was swung out, it had no effect.

Fortunately, at this time, the effect of the spells used by the Crying Mountain Ghost on the dozen or so monks disappeared, and the monks who were freed from the state of the wooden puppet did not lose their memories of the past few days, and soon through the explanations of Zhuang Youqian and the others, they became clear about the current situation.

"You better go back first, you must be very worried that you have been taken away under the noses of so many relatives and friends." Zhuang has a dry road.

The monks hesitated: "But aren't the two fellow Daoists who helped us still inside, if we leave, what should you do if you are in danger?" ”

"Don't worry, our friends are very good, and they will be fine. It may not be long before they are able to escape on their own. Zhuang Youqian didn't know whether these words were used to comfort others or himself.

After listening to the words of the two, even though these monks were still a little worried, they still went back to Yujing City when they thought that their relatives and friends were still anxiously waiting for news.

And at this moment, Xie Zhengliu and the others who were trapped in the mansion also encountered a lot of trouble as Yue Mingqiu and them guessed.