Yin Qi continued to surge in the void, and soon turned into villains condensed by Yin Qi and rushed to the Bodhi Forest.

"The light of the Buddha is the most yin soul..."

"You're taking the wrong step."

The golden cicada said lightly.

As his voice fell, the Buddha's light in the Bodhi Forest suddenly increased, and it shrouded those Yin soldiers.

But...

The imaginary scene of the Yin soldiers dissipating under the light of the Buddha did not appear.

On the contrary, these Yin soldiers rippled in the light of the Buddha and seemed to enjoy it very much.

"Hehe..."

"The Buddha's light does restrain the yin spirit."

"But what if the predecessor of this Yin Spirit was originally the novice of Lingshan?"

"With the blessing of the Buddha's light, they seem to be stronger."

'Wang Qiusheng' still has a smile that has changed everywhere, and the wind is light.

But while they were talking, these Yin soldiers had already rushed into the Bodhi Forest, raised the sharp blades in their hands, and slashed at the Bodhi Tree.

For a time, dozens of Bodhi trees fell in response.

There are only three left, and they are still standing proudly.

No matter how these Yin soldiers slashed, they were unmoved.

Obviously, the relics on these three Bodhi trees are genuine.

"It seems that King Chu Jiang has slaughtered the people of our Lingshan over the years."

Jin Chanzi looked at the Yin soldiers below, smiled and shook his head, not angry at all.

'Wang Qiusheng' smiled but did not speak.

"So, when you came here today, do you have to kill the poor monk to vent your anger, or do you just want to simply educate the poor monk?"

"If it's just that the poor monk doesn't like it, then the poor monk can let you hit a few times and get angry."

"It's all right."

Jin Chanzi smiled again.

'Wang Qiusheng's eyes were a little playful, and he lowered his head to look at the golden cicada: "What if I say that I am here to kill you, it must be the kind that the fish dies and the net is broken?" ”

Jin Chanzi's expression remained unchanged, still with a smile: "That Difu, maybe there will always be one less Yama." ”

"Oh?"

"Sounds interesting."

"You think you can kill me?"

Wang Qiusheng narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.

Jin Chanzi looked at him: "If you are close to me, I can't do it, but now, you are just a borrowed physical body, with an upper limit foundation, even if the underworld does not particularly value the strength of the physical body, but it is still a shackle to you." ”

"So, now that you want to kill me, it's a little difficult."

Wang Qiusheng chuckled: "I have to try it after all." ”

The smile on Jin Chanzi's face gradually converged, and he stared seriously at the 'Wang Qiusheng' in front of him: "That is to say... Don't talk about this today? ”

"Let's fight first."

"I'll see if we want to talk about it later."

'Wang Qiusheng' said casually.

After the words fell, several eerie chains pierced through the void again, attacking the golden cicada.

Among them, there were two huge hooks, gloomy and glowing with cold light, aiming directly at Tang Sanzang's pipa bone.

"It's worthy of Yama, in charge of the prison."

The golden cicada opened its mouth lightly, not retreating, but advancing, and a pale golden, transparent ancient bell appeared out of thin air, shining it in it.

With the sound of the golden stone, the chain was knocked out.

And the golden cicada is still standing still.

As for the ground, the Bodhi tree, which had collapsed with a bang and was completely lifeless, suddenly sprouted branches and buds, weaving into a huge net, enveloping these Yin soldiers in it, constantly shrinking.

Tiny spikes appeared on the branches and buds, inserting them into the bodies of the Yin soldiers, sucking the energy in their bodies.

No matter how the Yin soldiers struggled, they could never get rid of the shackles of the branches, and in the end they could only be stirred up little by little, turning into Yin Qi again and dissipating into the air.

Facing this scene, 'Wang Qiusheng' had a calm expression and looked into the eyes of the golden cicada.

"Yin soldiers..."

"There's a lot more here."

'Wang Qiusheng' opened his mouth lightly, and a pitch-black token appeared out of thin air in his hand: "Yan Luo Ling, palm a Yin Soul." ”

The sound fell.

Unconscious ghosts floated in the woods, and soon they were densely packed, enveloping the golden cicadas.

These ghosts are all blessed ones who died before.

In other words, it was made by the golden cicada himself.

"When they are alive, the poor monks can easily kill them."

"What can they do when they're dead?"

Jin Chanzi smiled slightly, noncommittal about all this in front of him.

Until he watched it, 'Wang Qiusheng' summoned the old man's soul at the peak of the Golden Immortal to also come out and stand in the position of the main general.

"The yin soul of the underworld, the strength of the single body is extremely weak."

"Afraid of the sun, afraid of the power of the immortals, afraid of the power of the Buddha..."

"But do you know why they have been able to fight against the Heavenly Soldiers of Heavenly Court and the novices of Lingshan for many years, but they have not fallen behind?"

'Wang Qiusheng' said lightly.

Jin Chanzi's expression became slightly solemn, and he said slowly, "Battle formation." ”

"yes..."

"A group of unconscious ghosts means that there is no fear in their hearts."

"So, they can perfectly implement every move left by the commanders, and there will be absolutely no mistakes."

"In terms of the ability of elite soldiers, Heavenly Court is the best, but if it is a large-scale battle, no one dares to provoke the 100,000 Yin soldiers in my underworld."

'Wang Qiusheng' said with a smile, holding the Yama Order in his hand, and quickly commanded the Yin Spirits in front of him to change positions.

It's just a simple conversion of a few arrays, and the yin soldiers who originally looked like scattered sand seemed to be reintegrated together, echoing each other's offense and defense!

In particular, the old man's soul thought became the most acute part of the entire war.

The fierce aura is always locked on the body of the golden cicada.

"But in any case, this is my home stadium, and it is also the Buddha field that I have worked so hard for so many years to build."

"Here..."

"The poor monk has the final say."

Jin Cicada said lightly.

In the next second, the low mountain shook violently.

Cracks appeared on the ground out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, a skeleton wearing a rotten monk's robe jumped out of the crack very flexibly, a large number of them, and also formed a team, looking at 'Wang Qiusheng' from afar.

"Hahahaha, compared to you, I'm simply a good person."

"How many novices have you killed at this moment?"

"Use their lives to complete your formation?"

'Wang Qiusheng' was a little surprised, and then couldn't help but sneer.

"Pit killing?"

"No, they're all voluntary!"

"They were thrilled to learn that they had the opportunity to dedicate their lives to the Buddha."

"I even took the initiative to jump down and die by myself."

"So, in them, you don't see resentment at all."

Jin Chanzi shook his head with a smile, and his tone was as gentle as jade.

"Heh..."

'Wang Qiusheng' sneered again and stopped talking, but the Yin soldiers below changed their lineup again, looking at each other with the novices, and they could attack at any time.

Just as the two sides were tense, an untimely voice suddenly sounded from the battlefield, sneaky.

"Hmm..."

"Who are we going to help fight whom?"