Back then, when Guixiang entered the village to get rid of ghosts, it was because of an experience, and the hole cards were lost, but also because he died here. However, the elders of his teachers and disciples were nowhere to be found, and Zhou Zhengqing and the two came here easily, which was strange and unknown.

Guixiang trapped Zhou Zhengqing in that place, no matter how Zhou Zhengqing dodged, the talisman was always with him. At this time, Guixiang was not afraid of Zhou Zhengqing's close at all, because her own environment was even worse than the filthy aura in Zhou Zhengqing's talisman.

Zhou Zhengqing slashed with a knife, Guixiang completely gave up dodging, as long as he couldn't be fatal with a knife, with his own capital, he could recover in an instant.

She was already in the realm of Broken Eyes, and she had already overwhelmed Zhou Zhengqing's realm. On the basis of occupying the right time and place, with the hole cards that he has arranged in the past ten years, the scriptures can be regarded as a small half of the secret realm. was at a disadvantage before, but Zhou Zhengqing himself was really weird, as if he forcibly occupied a certain kind of person, and the knife was fatal.

Zhou Zhengqing stopped struggling, and stood quietly on the ground, staring at the cinnamon fragrance floating in the air with wide eyes, constantly inhaling the filthy breath that was pouring from everywhere, using it as the source of cinnamon.

It's not that he hasn't tried to make a continuous knife, but the strange recovery speed made Zhou Zhengqing secretly complain, and he was on the verge of exhaustion.

One person and one ghost, just like this, for fear that Guixiang would have problems constantly disturbing with talismans, on the one hand, he was worried about whether Zhou Zhengqing had any other means, and on the other hand, it was also to speed up Zhou Zhengqing's consumption.

In Taoyuan Village, the tragedy is still unfolding, the roar of ghosts, and the screams of the villagers. As the team behind him got bigger and bigger, big problems gradually began to arise.

There have been more than 30 people who have been rescued, and many of them do not have talismans at home, so they have escaped by hiding in a friend's house, or the ghost has not come to visit.

In today's village, people have already notified every household, and several families have gathered together to avoid deaths and injuries as much as possible.

However, in such a village, who would dare to hand over the lifeblood of their family to others? Some people dare, but many more dare not.

Those who are truly willing to trust others have quietly left on the wooden frame of the altar in the past ten years.

All that's left are the walking dead who are willing to send their elderly parents to the altar.

More than 30 people formed a circle, the monk took the lead, and the outer people held complete talismans to protect the women and girls inside.

The ghost attacked from behind, after all, the monk was only a mortal in the flesh, and there was no way to cover everything, and the young man holding a complete talisman saw this situation and sat on the ground.

His hands were guarded in front of his head, and the talisman fell to the ground. Ghosts ask for their lives, only in an instant.

The young man suddenly shriveled, and at this time there was a gap in the ranks, and seven or eight ghosts appeared in the darkness and pounced.

When the monk turned around, three people had already left the team, turned into dried corpses, and fell to the ground.

The monk held the holy decree in his hand and responded to the crowd. Seeing this, he only felt that his own qi and blood were surging, and a mouthful of bright red blood was sprayed in the dark night.

The ghost thing was caught off guard and was contaminated with the monk's blood, and a few drops of the monk's blood instantly turned into smoke and dissipated. The monk came back to his senses and couldn't help but sit on the ground and laugh wildly: "Haha...... Haha, haha...... Haha".

The laughter drowned out the roars of the surrounding goblins.

The team paused, and no matter whether they had just seen this scene or not, after word of mouth, they all understood what had just happened.

From the moment the monk took them out of the house, the monk was a lifesaver for all of them, and everyone was very grateful to the monk, and this gratitude came from the bottom of his heart, without a trace of fraud.

Now, seeing a few drops of the monk's blood can let go of his fear, and the desire for survival of everyone in this team is also true.

The monk stopped laughing, did not look back, just sat on the ground and asked the people behind him, "Do you have a knife?"

With the momentary surprise of the crowd, a kitchen knife thrown from someone I don't know fell to the ground with a bang.

The monk didn't mind at all, grabbed the kitchen knife, and walked out of the circle formed by everyone.

The monk seemed to be a little excited, and kicked open the door of a courtyard with both feet, this time, no one went to help the monk, and the monk became a lonely self again.

Even if the monk wants to come to the knife, they are not worried about whether the monk will really give up on himself. Only when the monk's physical strength is really exhausted can he rest assured.

It's business as usual, the ghosts have dissipated, and the house is full of a family of five. Only this time, when the monk brought out the family, he also asked for a bowl, a very large bowl, large enough to fit into one of the palms of an adult man.

Put the bowl in the middle of the team and tell one person to hold it carefully, the monk did not release his own blood at this time, because he still wanted more people to live.

When they went to the next house, someone was finally willing to help, because the moment the monk took out the bowl, whether the monk would agree in the end or not, they would make their own choice, and the monk's back road was gone.

I didn't do it right away, I just wanted to give an account to my conscience.

After walking through one family after another, the team is even larger, the village chief's family, Ah Shou's family, those who know and those who don't know are in the team. The monk has traveled all over Taoyuan Village.

At this time, he was very weak and weak, but he was also very happy, and he also blamed himself.

In just half an hour, his physical strength was rapidly depleted, like a humble ant, begging for his life, just to give him more time so that more people could survive.

However, what he saw were more corpses, and most of them were the corpses of a family stacked horizontally and vertically at the same time.

Gather everyone on the edge of this small pool, this way, even if the people who died one after another because of timidity, there was no way to stop it, they could only watch one fresh life after another fall, adults, children, at this time are in extreme fear.

Yet they could all see hope, and their hope was in the monk's body that was about to fall.

Looking at the team of nearly 100 people in front of him, this was already the result of his best efforts, but for the monk at this time, this feeling of powerlessness in his heart was far more real than physical weakness.

Nearly 100 people gathered here, and in order to overcome the fear of darkness, people gathered the dry branches and dead grass in the vicinity and set them on fire.

Many of the torches already held in the team were extinguished. There is still a long, long time before dawn, and it is not too late. And the surrounding area has been surrounded by nearly two hundred ghosts.

They roared, and they continued to pound at the crowd guarded by talismans. One of the talismans failed, and the farmer with the useless talisman was still stunned, and the monk didn't know when he stood in front of him, and the ghost thing dissipated.

The farmer walked through the crowd with a bowl of blood in his hand. For every person who walks by, a hand reaches into the bowl and brings out a hand of blood, which is smeared on his cheeks, arms, and clothes. The blood of the monk has become the last line of defense for everyone, and one bowl of blood is certainly not enough, so two bowls and three bowls .......

The farmer fell to the ground, and his blood was spilled clean. The scolding was everywhere, but the few people who were close grabbed the blood-soaked soil with their hands one by one.

Whether or not they have been smeared before, they can do things that are too much if they have a little more hope of survival.

Someone fought over the dirt and started fighting.

Those who could not snatch the blood sludge cursed, or stood or squatted or sitting, and stayed where they were.

The monk had to give away an extra bowl of his own blood, so what if he was weaker?

The girl was very close to the monk, and everyone was envious of the good luck of the girl's family before, but now, no one envied her.

Because I was thinking about how to get a little more blood from the monk after the monk died, and how to get the scroll in the monk's hand, which was rolled, beautiful, and could resist ghosts.

The village chief and Ah Shou had already begun to whisper, quietly discussing how to survive.

Ever since the monk began to cut her wrist, the girl has been crying.

She didn't know why the monk didn't hurt, and even kept smiling.

It's just that when she saw the great monk like this, she was in pain, and her whole body hurt. Her father covered her eyes, but the little girl Tang Guo insisted on pulling off her father's generous palm, as if in this way, time would be slower.

Quite a few talismans have begun to lose their effectiveness, and the ghosts have not stopped attacking the crowd.

With the help of the monk's blood, the goblins still didn't cause harm to people.

The monk held the last bowl, and in the bowl was the last blood released by the monk, and his wound had been bandaged, but the red was still clearly visible through the strip of cloth.

Someone filled the gap that appeared when the monk left, and the monk got up and left his original position. The little girl looked at the monk who seemed to be coming by herself, and suddenly stopped crying, and she smiled, because the big monk was fine.

In such a dark environment, the little girl couldn't see the monk's pale face clearly.

The monk squatted in front of the little girl, put his hand into the bowl, and then took it out and smeared the blood on the little girl's face, hands, and clothes, which was the monk's last preference.

The little girl still looked at the big monk in front of her blankly, and suddenly wanted to cry again.

The monk cheered up and spoke, but he was still very weak: "This is the monk, if you can't do it, you don't have to do it, I will feel distressed." ”

Without waiting for the little girl to answer, the monk put down the bowl and got up to leave. The monk is weak, he is just an ordinary monk, even if he doesn't know why, these ghosts can't cause him a trace of harm, but he is still just an ordinary monk.

Since he was a child, he entered the temple to practice Buddhism, and he did hard work, but he did not cultivate his body, because he just came from an ordinary temple, where he just knew more about the world.

The monk's legs were very weak and his eyelids were heavy, and even if he was groggy at this time, the monk did not dare to close his eyes, because his blood would always be consumed.

The little girl struggled to break free from her father's bondage. She watched as the great monk walked out of the crowd, and he staggered alone towards a few ghosts not far away.

If he had a choice, he would never want to do it, even if it was a ghost, he wouldn't want to hurt it.

But the monk knows that everything he encountered today is because of him, the monk has no grief and anger, the Lingtai is clear, if there is really a sin, the monk bears it.

Zhou Zhengqing is still in a stalemate with Guixiang, he can't get rid of it, and he doesn't know the monk's current situation.

All he knew was that the situation was very bad. Guixiang is still constantly harassing Zhou Zhengqing with talismans, she originally thought that Zhou Zhengqing was about to run out of oil and the lamp did not appear, and the talisman that shrouded Zhou Zhengqing's whole body was almost ineffective.

Gui Xiang didn't have time to think about why that talisman was consumed so quickly, because Zhou Zhengqing stabbed her again before the talisman completely disappeared, and it was still an undisciplined knife.

Zhou Zhengqing's knife was the same as before, and Guixiang recovered extremely quickly, and at the same time was surprised by Zhou Zhengqing's astonishing amount of spiritual power.

With a touch of madness, Zhou Zhengqing also floated in the air. The second realm, something that is impossible to do, appeared on Zhou Zhengqing's body like this.

Guixiang is a terrible ghost, and the special ability of a terrible ghost can float not far from the ground, just like a very small mayfly can live in shallow water.

Another knife slashed at Guixiang's body, and at the same time, several talismans were attached to Zhou Zhengqing's body again, and they quickly exploded.

"Bang"

The spiritual power was agitated, and a huge shock hovered between a person and a ghost.

Gui Xiang was surprised to find that the young man in front of him was also not dodging or dodging, and his recovery speed had become slower, because the filthy qi that had been devoured by only one person before was absorbed by one person and one ghost at the same time.

"Smack"

Zhou Zhengqing fell straight to the ground, and with the special power of that pair of silver bracelets, the short stay in the air had already allowed him to achieve his goal. He just wants to fight, fight with this woman's ghost, for the ownership of these filthy breaths.

Obviously, he did it, the acupuncture points around his body operated on their own, and the special veins that belonged to Zhou Zhengqing's body were like a whale swallowing a cow, and a huge amount of spiritual power poured into his body.

The huge filthy aura that originally gathered in a place shrouded in cinnamon incense was directly diverted in mid-air and entered Zhou Zhengqing's body.

The long drought and nectar made Zhou Zhengqing's previous injuries recover quickly, and the filthy spiritual power that poured into Zhou Zhengqing's body gradually became huge, and even robbed a lot of the part that belonged to Guixiang.

Zhou Zhengqing's expression changed from sluggish to clear, and his eyes were already blood-red in an instant.

A talisman slashed through, pushing Zhou Zhengqing away from his original position, and due to the extremely fast recovery speed, the damage caused was already negligible. When Zhou Zhengqing was pushed away from his original position, he still couldn't stop Zhou Zhengqing and Guixiang from sharing the facts.

Zhou Zhengqing's counterattack began, jumping up.

"Bang"

With a slash, Guixiang resisted with a talisman, but this didn't change anything.

The two are now fighting for nothing more than consumption.

Guixiang was used as a hole card, and the large array of talismans that spread throughout the village became Guixiang's most fatal weakness at this time.

Gui Xiang was at an important pass of this talisman array, and once she left her body and went elsewhere, she would weaken her control over the entire talisman array, and the absorption of the filthy spiritual power that had been tightly locked for ten years would be even slower.

This undoubtedly makes Guixiang's current situation worse and a dilemma.

The rain is still falling, dripping. Zhou Zhengqing's clothes sewn yesterday have once again become ragged, and although many wounds have healed, blood stains are still all over the body. Injuries, healing, have become the whole of the two fights.

One knife, two knives, countless swings of the knife, this is no longer a normal monk's means of fighting, they are all like walking corpses, relying on instinct, fighting with all their might.

The mystical characters that cover the vision, the blood-sucking devouring characters, the collapsed characters that produce strong shocks, and the powerful pressing characters emerge one after another.

After a long battle, although Zhou Zhengqing's spiritual energy in his body was consumed a lot, it was almost the same as replenishment.

However, the anger that had been suppressed suddenly broke out at this time, and Guixiang was originally in the center of the formation, even if Zhou Zhengqing robbed him of a lot of filthy spiritual power, he couldn't absorb it at this time, and he couldn't use it to make up for his own consumption at all.

A quick dodge dodged Zhou Zhengqing's almost crazy knife. This powerful ghost Guixiang, who turned from madness to reason, was completely reversed from her previous situation at this time, and she could only dodge.

Zhou Zhengqing chased, took out the knife, and the slashing of the knife was all dodged by Guixiang. Knife after knife in the empty space smashed the altar into rocks and the house into ruins. Zhou Zhengqing roared like a beast, and then quickly turned into a loud roar, so that the entire Taoyuan Village could hear it.

Time after hour.

Another knife, Guixiang can dodge, the consumption of many times using the talisman in half an hour has made Guixiang stretched, after all, it was still cut by the sharp blade, and after quickly healing, then another knife slashed at Guixiang.

Gui Xiang had already begun to get injured, and the large array composed of talismans was finally stopped by Gui Xiang, destroying several key talisman formation connections many times, and the filthy aura was no longer condensed, and it could no longer bring replenishment to Zhou Zhengqing.

But at this moment, a knife slashed through Guixiang's exhausted and extremely powerful ghost body, and she began to get hurt.

Seeing that the prey was injured, Zhou Zhengqing instinctively became more excited, chasing after him, stabbing again and again.

The woman fell down, her figure gradually dissipated, and Zhou Zhengqing did not give up, still slashing.

When the cinnamon fragrance disappeared completely, a ray of golden light swept through, and Zhou Zhengqing stood in place as if he didn't realize it, and kept slashing.

At this time, the monk was also exhausted to the extreme, and the four bowls of blood released before, and the previous effort to save people, made it difficult for him to support.

The rain wet the monk's whole body, and the wounds on his wrists that had not yet healed were also wet, and blood dripped down, and this cold feeling made this mortal body even heavier.

The monk's consciousness with the scroll in one hand was just thinking: "Go forward, go forward, you can't fall down at this time". He heard a lot of voices, screams, scrambles.

The monk insisted on ignoring it, just raised his eyes and limped towards the ghost in front of him. He fell, his legs as heavy as lead, and with great difficulty he bit the scroll in his hand, and climbed with both hands, and the wound was untied, and the ground was already full of mud.

Blood and water mixed with dirt, as the monk climbed with all his strength but slowly, forming a red trail on the ground, zigzag.

Behind the monk, his blood, was ineffective. Only half of the more than 200 ghosts from before were left at this time, but for these living people, the same danger lurked.

Because the spiritual power is exhausted, the talisman can no longer block many ghosts, and although the monk's blood can make the ghosts dissipate, it is still used a little less. The ghosts rushed into the crowd and kept killing. For these ghosts, it doesn't do them any good to let these living people die, because they have no intelligence.

Under the arrangement of Guixiang, killing is instinctive for ghosts. They are indeed the result of what Lin Cheng has done in the past ten years, but there are still more than 100 of the accumulation of this Taoyuan Village over the past two hundred years.

After death, a person could have naturalized the heavens and the earth with his soul and purified the source, but once there was a monstrous resentment, then he would definitely be transformed into a ghost. They have no opportunities to enlighten their minds, only to perish.

Ghosts are killing, living people are scrambling, and some people want to fight for the child who has been stained with the most blood of the monk, that little Tang Guo, even if it is just a piece of her clothes or a piece of skin.

Some people are crazy to run to the monk, holding a kitchen knife, or a dagger, or a stone, they just want to get the hope of saving their lives as soon as possible, the monk is not dead, can they take care of it at this time?

At this time, this small pool was mixed with muddy water, corpses, and blood.

The monk still crawled straight forward, and the ghosts who dared to rush over before, except for those who rushed towards the crowd, no one dared to approach the monk at this time.

Ghosts have no intelligence, but they are instinctively afraid, and when the monk crawls forward, they retreat or simply leave and rush into the crowd.

The ghosts had already rushed into the crowd, and many people had gathered around the little girl's family, and some people had chased after the monk.

A steel knife plunged straight into the ground from the sky, and a man with loose hair and a face covered in mud and blood also fell.

With the scabbard in one hand and the other hand raised, a jade scroll flew away from the hands of the monk who was already extremely weak, and a hoarse voice spread throughout this empty, Taoyuan Village surrounded by four mountains.

"The edict of the Ming Dynasty, the land of the mountain gods, come and listen to the order quickly, and kill the evil ghosts."

When the monk heard this voice, he finally let go of the heart that had been hanging, and looked back with all his strength, and then the head, which had been struggling to rise, fell heavily to the ground, falling into the mud and blood.