The clouds in the sky were stacked, the stars and the moon were hidden, and the sky and the earth were pitch black.

Lin Zhao performed the "Spiritual Eye Technique", but saw that there were many ghosts in the Land Temple, and the blue phosphorus fire was absent.

There was also the sound of devil crying in the ears, as if someone was whispering in the ear, and in the mountains in the distance, there seemed to be someone asking questions.

The terrible screams are uneven, making people feel like they are falling into eighteen layers of hell, falling into the deepest nightmare and unable to wake up.

Lin Zhao sat still, his eyes were deep, and he quietly watched the scenes.

On the roof ridge of the main hall of the Land Temple, there was suddenly a cyan smoke rising up, and a woman with an illusory figure, dressed in white, with her hair scattered, her face pale, and her long tongue hanging down her chest, smiled gloomily at Lin Zhao.

Behind him, countless ghosts flickered in the smoke.

The long-tongued female ghost suddenly stretched out her pale palm and pointed at Lin Zhao, grinning strangely at the corner of her mouth.

"Tweet ......"

Following his gestures, seven or eight illusory ghosts suddenly appeared in the courtyard, drifting towards Lin Zhao in the smoke.

The ghost's face was blurred, but it was terrifying.

There are hunters with blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, there are children with black eyes, there are pregnant women with weak bodies and swollen bellies, and so on, all with gloomy expressions and full of hatred for the living.

For a while, the world seemed to be occupied by ghosts, exuding endless weirdness and depth.

Shaking his head slightly, Lin Zhao closed his eyes, and the sound of chanting the Taoist scriptures sounded.

"The wonderful way is subtle, you can avoid life and death, you can't wander, you don't live in beautiful scenery, you don't dye the fan, you don't return to fame and fortune, you don't want to be greedy, you don't hate love, you don't have delusions, you don't have thoughts, you can cut off the dead, you can give birth to ......"

The avenue scriptures in "Taishang Yuhua Cave Chapter Pulling Out the Death and Ascending to the Immortals" were recited by Lin Zhao sentence by sentence.

The sound of chanting was low at first, gradually became louder, and finally the sound roared, echoing in the land temple, resounding within a radius of ten miles.

The sound contains the Void Channel, the solemn law, and the person who hears it restarts his mind and dies in vain.

The ghosts that were grabbing towards Lin Zhao slowly stagnated at first, and gradually changed their expressions as the Dao Sutra echoed sentence by sentence.

Confused at the beginning, then clear again, and there are hatred, love, and hatred, entanglement, and change.

Inside and outside the temple, the yin wind subsided, and the poignant sound gradually died out.

At that time, the clouds in the sky opened, the moon was sprinkled, hundreds of ghost shadows were bathed in it, and the mind gradually began to clear, and the black qi of the Dao Dao was scattered from the virtual shadow of its own body, and finally only a transparent shadow remained.

The long-tongued female ghost on the roof didn't know when, but it returned to its former appearance.

Looking at the surrounding scene, like waking up from a dream, there are occasional painful expressions on the beautiful face, and there is a hint of reluctance to convey, but in the end, it is all turned into a look of liberation.

The female ghost slowly floated down from the sky, followed by a hundred and ten illusory figures, or old men, or strong men, or children......

All of them are sane and clear, and there is a sense of liberation.

A group of phantoms bowed their heads to Lin Zhao, who was sitting cross-legged, and gradually turned into a wisp of wind and sank into the void, heading towards the underworld.

There was the sound of insects chirping around, the colorful clouds in the sky were falling by the moon, and the mountains near and far seemed to have regained their tranquility under the moon.

Lin Zhao was silent, the spirit platform was clear, and there was still a sound echoing in the Purple Mansion Divine Que.

"Whether there is movement or not, the root of metamorphosis, the mixture of yin and yang, trance is the door, God is the essence, qi is the cause, rigidity and softness, internal and external ups and downs, containing the essence of the British structure, so it is the incarnation. Chaotic nature, catastrophe round soul ......"

At the beginning of the morning, Lin Zhao woke up naturally, and the mist all over his body was steaming, melting away the moisture on his clothes.

"I see!"

During last night's encounter, Lin Zhao had a new understanding of the mysterious and difficult Taoist scriptures in the past, but the Taoism went further, and it was more in line with the essence of cultivation.

It seems that the Black Wind Ghost King of this Zhishui Lake is really as the monk surnamed Min in the teahouse said, wantonly harming here, and some of them are rampant.

Thinking of the ghosts and ghosts last night, wanting to harm himself, Lin Zhao silently thought about his next behavior.

Since this Black Wind Ghost King has formed a cause and effect with himself, but he can no longer treat it as nothing, then go to the knot.

Flying up, Lin Zhao set up the lotus magic weapon and flew towards the direction of Zhishui Lake, and in his chest, there was gradually thunder brewing.

Yin ghosts are rampant in all directions, and now the south is looking for wind and thunder.

At this moment, on the north shore of the lake, there were sixty or seventy monks standing in the air, looking at the vast lake with solemn expressions.

At the same time, another monk came from the sky, and they gathered in one place.

"Min Daoyou, I didn't expect you to come too, I thought you wouldn't come!"

The man who spoke had just arrived in a loud voice.

It was the monk surnamed Lu that Lin Zhao had seen in the "Troubled Wind Collection" Ling Teahouse a few days ago, and not far from it, the pedantic-looking monk surnamed Min was impressively listed, with a bright look in his eyes, as if he was searching for something.

"The Spirit Transformation Sect, the Golden Wind Gate, the Green Mountain, and the Shuangyue Gate are all dispatched, and there are several real people around to help, such a righteous move, the old man naturally has to participate in it!"

The monk surnamed Min retracted his gaze and flew in front of the monk surnamed He, his face was solemn, his expression was awe-inspiring, and his words were full of righteousness.

"Haha, what Brother Min Dao said is extremely true, the yin ghosts are rampant, come to kill the Black Wind Ghost King, and we will not let it go. When the monk surnamed He heard this, he looked up to the sky and laughed.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped, the monk surnamed He's lips moved slightly, and a wisp of sound was wrapped in mana and entered the ears of the monk surnamed Min.

"Brother Min, you have excellent wisdom, and after some analysis, this time the surrounding sects promised many elixirs, as well as high-level spells, and invited us and other scattered cultivators to come together to kill the Black Wind Ghost King, do you say that you will honor it at that time?"

When the monk surnamed Min heard this, his brows furrowed, revealing a thoughtful expression, and he replied after a while:

"Brother He Dao, relax your mind, several sects are so fanfare, and now almost everyone around them knows about it.

If it fails to fulfill its promises, it will definitely cause a great loss of credibility, so such a self-defiling act will never happen!"

"In this way, I will be relieved, but Brother Min, I need to be careful later, don't rush forward, in case the Black Wind Ghost King is fierce, I will wait for the jade liquid to cultivate, but I can't resist it, and I won't lose my life in vain at that time." ”

The monk surnamed He said, squeezing his eyebrows at the monk surnamed Min, and his originally reckless face like a thief was full of cunning.

"Haha, this is natural, I waited to come, but I didn't work for a few sects.

Later, we should take care of each other and advance and retreat together. ”

The monk surnamed Min said that, and glanced at the monk surnamed He, and they all laughed, which caused the surrounding monks to pay attention.

On the shore of Zhishui Lake, there are seven or eight monks standing in one place, which are the surrounding real people in the Chengdan period.

There are Lingqing Zhenren, the head of the Spirit Transformation Sect, Jin Hongzi, the head of the Jinfeng Gate, the head of Cangcui Mountain, Changhui Zhenren, the Shuangyue Door Qing Lady, the Luofeng Mountain Yingyue Yushi, and the Zhuhongling Linghu Master.

"Lingqing Daoist, when do you think it's best for me to start?" A middle-aged monk with an ordinary face and a powerful body looked at an elderly monk beside him and asked in a low voice.

As soon as these words came out, several real people turned their eyes to the old monk at the same time, and it was obvious that this person was very valued by everyone.

The old monk's white beard was sparse, his eyes were narrow, and he was shining with the light of wisdom, and he was the head of the Spirit Transformation Sect, Ling Qingzhen.

Lingqing Zhenren is the highest among all people, and it is the cultivation of the Dharma Realm during the Chengdan period.

In addition, this person has always been known for his stability and resourcefulness.

Since he became the head of the Soul Transformation Sect, in more than a hundred years, he has developed the Spirit Transformation Sect from the almost lowest sect among the surrounding sects to the strongest sect here.

He is not only good at managing the sect and cultivating talents, but also has long sleeves and is good at dancing, and his means are superb, and several real people in the nearby Chengdan period are good friends with him.

And the one who asked was Jin Hongzi, the head of the Golden Phoenix Sect, who was also a master of fighting methods.

The aura real person obviously had already considered this, and when he heard this, he smiled slightly, glanced around at everyone, and said:

"Every day at noon, it is the time when the yang energy is at its peak, although the Black Wind Ghost King is not afraid of the sun, but his Yin Ghost is afraid.

So we started at noon. ”

Lingqing Zhenren paused in his words, and then said:

"Later, you can distribute the prepared talismans and elixirs, and then send someone to communicate with the group of scattered cultivators, and when you really make a move, you need to cooperate.

In this way, the maximum power of this kind of loose practice can also be brought into play. ”

"What Lingqing Daoist said is extremely true!"

"Yes!"

......

When several real people around heard the words and saw that they were thoughtful, they all nodded and praised.

Subsequently, Jin Hongzi and the others all instructed their own disciples to distribute the "Evil Breaking Talisman", "Exorcism Talisman", "Sanyang Talisman" and other talismans prepared in the past few days, as well as the lower grade pills such as "Hui Qi Pill", "Turning Yin Disperse" and "Rejuvenation Pill" to rejuvenate qi and eliminate evil spirits.

Whether it is a talisman or an elixir, they are all low-level items, but fortunately, they are extremely targeted, and they are all prepared to deal with the characteristics of Yin Ghost and the like.

This move suddenly emboldened a lot of scattered cultivators, but when the fight started, whether they would die and cooperate with the surrounding sects to act together was still a matter of two words.

More than half an hour passed, and the number of casual cultivators who came gradually became scarce, and after a few real people discussed it for a while, they decided to set off towards the center of Zhishui Lake.

At this moment, another monk in the sky came with a lotus magic weapon.

Seeing that someone had arrived again, the two Soul Transformation Sect disciples thought they were newly arrived casual cultivators, so they greeted them.

"Daoist friend, but the fellow Daoist who came to participate in the extermination of the Black Wind Ghost King?" a middle-aged monk asked with a laugh.

The person who came was Lin Zhao, and he saw a large group of monks gathered here from a distance, and he couldn't guess what kind of battle it was.

It's just that in the depths of the spiritual sense, there has never been a warning sign, so the lotus magic weapon is controlled and flies over.

Lin Zhao was slightly stunned when he heard this, but after listening to the meaning of the middle-aged monk's words, Lin Zhao instantly understood what was going on.

"Poor Dao and Tatsuko, that's exactly what happened!"

"I came in time with Chenzi Daoyou, and I'm about to leave soon.

There are some talisman pills here, which are prepared in advance by my Spirit Transformation Sect and several surrounding sects, and they are of some use to the Yin Ghosts, so you may wish to accept them. ”

At this time, next to the middle-aged monk, another young disciple of the Transformation Spirit Sect stepped forward and handed Lin Zhao a small leather bag.

"Thank you so much!" Lin Zhao bowed, stretched out his hand to take it, and showed gratitude.

"Let's go, everyone be on guard and get ready!"

At this moment, a voice came from the ears of the cultivators, and as soon as the voice fell, they saw that several real people by the lake had risen into the air and flew forward.

The cultivators hurriedly followed, and suddenly more than 100 monks used their own means, three or three in twos and twos, and twenty or thirty in a group, keeping a distance from each other, all of them swept over the vast water-stopping lake.

Lin Zhao frowned slightly, then his expression slowed down, and he was at the end without hurrying.

At this time, in the center of the water lake, under the black stone island full of corpses, there is a terrifying stone hall.

In the stone seat at the top of the stone hall, there is a tall figure sitting on it, carefully looking at a simple bronze mirror in his hand.

After a long time, the tall figure's gaze finally moved away from the bronze mirror, and then the blood in his eyes was full of blood, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a cold smile.

In the bronze mirror, the figures of more than 100 monks such as Lingqing Zhenren are gradually fading.

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