The broadsword of this ghost knife is the illusion of his own soul power, and it can also be said to be fused.

The big knife can inherit the advantages of being physically very functional, which is equivalent to that the knife is a human being, and a human being is also a knife, which is also the origin of his ghost immortal.

He liked the knife technique the most in his life, and after his death, he completely became a knife, and he died well.

The two of them followed behind, in fact, Yang Zihuo had wanted to do this for a long time, but because Mu Chenxin had saved him, he had been enduring it.

This ghost knife did the one thing he wanted to do the most, and it was as satisfying.

With this move, Yang Zihuo began to like his new friend, and he felt very angry.

This straightforward man is a little similar to him, you must remember that before he died, he was also so arrogant and straightforward, but after that, he matured a lot.

Seeing the appearance of the ghost knife now, it's like seeing yourself before you died.

The three of them followed out of the place where the monastery was confined, and this was the place where some monks who had made mistakes and were confined.

It is currently at the foot of the mountain, on the edge of the Ukibu Temple.

So after dealing with those few people, no one came out to stop them, and the others are probably somewhere else now.

The moment I came out, the eyes of several people widened, and I groaned, what happened.

As far as the eye could see, I could see that the sky above the entire Fusheng Temple was shrouded in black miasma, and the surrounding walls were filled with black smoke.

It was like a scene like a fire, in the middle hall of the temple, Xiao Muchen clearly saw that there was a particularly strong demonic qi hovering in the sky.

The entire central hall looked extremely gloomy, as if the surrounding black qi was emitted from somewhere.

The ghost knife smiled: See, let you think about it for a while, it is estimated that the prison will be devoured.

Xiao Muchen didn't know what to say, and now not a single monk in the entire Fusheng Temple could see it, and he didn't know where he went.

If you come out later, you may really be infected by this black gas.

Xiao Muchen could clearly feel the manic power contained in it, and immediately reminded him.

Be careful, this black gas contains the breath of the demon race, which is easy to erode people's minds, and then occupy their sanity, don't accidentally fall into the devil.

What should I do then? Yang Zihuo asked: If you want to say that people don't have seven emotions and six desires, I don't believe it at all.

Xiao Muchen thought about it, there seemed to be a record of this in the master's classics, and the painting method happened to exist in his memory.

Take a few charms from the ring and draw them on your own hand, and when the work is done.

Xiao Muchen took out two spells, one was directly attached to Yang Zihuo's eyebrows, and the other was about to be attached to the body of the ghost knife, but he stopped it.

You should keep this talisman for yourself, I'm a demon myself, and this thing is useless to me.

Xiao Muchen thought about it for a while, and then stuck it on his brain.

Yang Zihuo suddenly exclaimed: It's not good, Ziming is still outside.

As soon as he said this, several people heard a loud bang from the main square, "Boom!"

You don't have to guess to know that it should be the monk and Yang Ziming who are fighting with something, and several people looked at each other for a while, and hurriedly set off to rush over.

After Yang Ziming caught that move, his body was shocked, but he was very persistent, and the belief in his heart was very clear.

Blocking the person in front of him, driven by this thought, Yang Ziming's body began to gather demonic energy.

The black pupils switched back and forth between the male colors, staring at the abbot of the temple.

The abbot laughed: Come into the devil with me, saying that the pressure exerted on Yang Ziming is even stronger, and he is pressed to death.

Yang Ziming's heart became more and more manic, and the belief in his heart became stronger and stronger, as if he was engraved in his heart. His whole body began to turn black, and slowly, a black qi slowly swirled from his body.

At this time, a voice came from the ear: Ziming, calm your heart, don't be impatient!

After this voice, Mu Chenxin slowly opened his eyes, he couldn't watch people die.

The seal has been strengthened by him, and it is estimated that it can withstand it for a longer time, and it could have been longer, but Yang Ziming's side can't hold on for long.

Amitabha: Abbot, since you have fallen into the devil, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless.

The abbot who was suppressing Yang Ziming heard this, suddenly withdrew his hand, and then jumped back to his previous position and asked: It's enough to do it so soon?

But he felt something again, and looked up at the sky: the black qi gathered on the floating temple had disappeared without a trace.

Surprised, asked: What did you do?

Mu Chen's heart was very flat, he was not in a hurry at all, and slowly walked to Yang Ziming, who was fighting against the demonic qi.

Stretching out a finger, he said, "Thank you for your hard work, but I'll just leave it to me next."

Then the fingers emitted a golden light and dotted on Yang Ziming's forehead.

At this point, Yang Ziming's red pupils suddenly changed back to black.

He regained his previous sanity, and the black qi on his body was suppressed.

The abbot laughed: You are wasting your efforts, the demonic qi has eroded his mind, you can suppress it for a while, but you can't suppress it for a lifetime, as long as there is any chance, the demonic qi hidden in his body will immediately explode.

Hahaha... Mu Chenxin, I'll see what you do!

Mu Chenxin clapped his hands and applauded: What a demon child, but the little monk has a way for the little monk, so I won't worry about you.

Not only that, but I also know that you are not human, I can see at a glance that you are not human, demon, I let you be exposed!

The abbot took two steps back: It is worthy of being a true disciple of the hand-picked direction, and he really has some strength, but even if he is your abbot, he can't escape his catastrophe.

Mu Chenxin snorted coldly: Not only do I know that you are not human, but I also know that the real abbot died a long time ago, before I came back for the first time.

It's just that I didn't expect you to lurk for so long, and there are some things that I told you on purpose.

And I already know how to maintain the seal, and the reason why I didn't expose you before was that I was ready to wipe you out.

The old abbot said, instead of hiding a lot everywhere, it is better to make a break earlier, you things, left in the world, sooner or later it will be a scourge, I don't see this as thoroughly as the abbot, but I know that the direction is right.

So today is the time of your death, so that you know that the Dharma is boundless.

Saying that, the monk began to chant the mantra, Nan Wu Amitabha, who had been chanting it in his mouth, and his body began to emit golden light, and then surrounded his body, which was a special way to deal with demonic energy.