Yun Yi was the first time to kill someone, but perhaps because the ghost cultivator had no body, and after death, it dispersed like a faint puff of smoke in the wind, and she didn't feel sick and uncomfortable.

It is really easy for Buddha to cultivate and kill ghosts, Yun Yi took the time to take a look at Qing Wei, and found that as long as he made a seal, a large number of ghost cultivators died, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Yun Yi is now a Yuan Infant Stage cultivator, and most of these ghost cultivators are also in the Jindan Stage and Yuan Infant Stage, so she does not take advantage.

At the same time, this is also the first time she has come into contact with this kind of opponent, and she is a little uncomfortable, so she punches it and punches a hole in the opponent's body, and the hole closes again in a blink of an eye, without delaying the attack.

Caught off guard, Yun Yi was very embarrassed, and then consciously used aura, which was much better.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Yun Yi always felt that after his black and white spiritual power entered the ghost cultivation body, it seemed to break some kind of balance in their body.

Once this balance is broken, the ghost cultivators seem to have lost the power to support their activities, and they will dissipate in the world in an instant.

Yun Yi came and went freely in the ghost cultivation, and as soon as she made a move, she was sure to kill, even if she deliberately covered it up, in such a chaotic battlefield, she couldn't allow her to hide too much.

Her strange spiritual power naturally aroused everyone's attention, and Venerable Baoxiang stood in the air, half-squinting at the many monks who were killing the enemy.

That person took away a lot of demon cultivators, and such a big move naturally left traces in the small world she created.

"Huh?

After Qingwei entered the small world, he used his mana to save Chibetsu who had fallen into the water quickly, and only that time left his own breath inside.

"No, it shouldn't be him. Venerable Baoxiang became more and more puzzled.

It was not she who left the strongest breath in the small world, but the aura of the Shan Hai Jing, Yun Yi couldn't use his spiritual power at all, so naturally he didn't leave anything.

And at this time, she didn't use the Classic of Mountains and Seas at all, so no matter how much Venerable Huxiang searched, she couldn't find another owner with a strange aura.

The resentful ghost was standing not far away, and he wanted to participate in the battle in person several times, but the Zuo Protector never spoke, he didn't dare to move, and could only watch the melee nervously.

At this time, he noticed that Yun Yi was just a little monk in the infancy, but he was very brave in killing the enemy, and he couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.

"Resentful ghosts" are ghost cultivators in the merger period, and in the ghost gate, only when they reach the merger period can they have such a title.

All ghost cultivators have to start searching for materials to make their own clones during the distraction period or even earlier.

Only when you cultivate to the merging stage can you have an entity, not just a mass of souls.

The merger period is the combination of the body and the soul, and only when the two are combined into one to achieve perfection, can we understand the true rules of heaven and earth, and can cross the tribulation and soar.

For ghost cultivators, if there is no entity, the thunder tribulation will not fall, and the Heavenly Dao does not recognize you at all, how can you soar if you are not even a living thing?

As soon as the spirit of the resentful ghost moved, its soul broke away from its body and became a nine-foot-tall ghost, covered in black smoke, with a long, curved horn on its head, six arms, and a face without a mouth or nose, but full of eyes.

Looking quite capable of bluffing, Yun Yi looked at the powerful ghost who suddenly attacked him, and said in his heart.

She stretched out her five fingers and inserted them directly into the big face of the resentful ghost's eyes, and habitually activated the spiritual power to pour into his body, but she didn't think about it, and the black and white spiritual power that was invincible before suddenly didn't work.

The resentful ghost's face only had eyes, no mouth, but Yun Yi clearly heard a sneer.

She tried to withdraw her hand, but found that she had been firmly imprisoned in place by six large hands, and her long black nails were inserted directly into her body.

Yun Yi only felt that he was getting colder and colder, his body became stiff, and only his consciousness was still active.

Shanhaijing struggled hard in her sea of consciousness, trying to rush out to protect Yun Yi, but she was pressed in place and unable to move.

Yun Yi is also difficult, above is the Venerable Baoxiang who is eyeing her, and next to her is the ghost cultivator who sucks the yang energy in her body like a whale swallowing.

Neither side was good, her bloodshot eyes were wide open, and her spiritual sense was inserted into the ghost's brain like a sharp arrow.

It was like entering a muddy swamp, struggling to walk, and Yun Yi's spiritual sense stirred up something similar to black mud around him, trying to create a respite for himself.

It just so happened that at this time, the resentful ghost who was originally sucking the yang energy in her body suddenly paused, and Yun Yi took this opportunity to break free from his hands violently, barely half-kneeling on the ground, supporting his body that was about to fall.

When he looked up, it turned out that Qing Wei appeared beside the resentful ghost at some point, and at this time, he was chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice while sealing the seal, so that he had to be distracted to deal with it, which gave Yun Yi a chance to escape.

It's a pity that although Buddha cultivation is the nemesis of ghost cultivation, the gap between Qingwei and the cultivation of resentful ghosts is too big, and he is not his opponent at all.

Seeing that he was gradually falling into the downwind, he couldn't hold on, Yun Yi was anxious in his heart, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he raised his hand to summon the Shan Hai Jing out.

"Kill!"

Not far away, there was a sudden loud noise, like a sleeping dragon suddenly waking up, and countless bald monks rushed out of the Zen sect.

At this moment, the battle situation that was originally stalemate because of the unequal number of people suddenly changed, and the golden Buddha light came overwhelmingly.

The little ghost with low cultivation dissipated in an instant, and even the original few out-of-body ghost cultivators had to retreat in embarrassment.

Although the resentful ghost was unwilling, the time had passed, and if he didn't leave at this time, he couldn't leave, so he had to stare at Yun Yi and Qingwei with his eyes full of faces, and then returned to his body.

"Let's go, this place is not suitable for a long time. ”

Zuo Protector and the resentful ghosts, as well as a few out-of-body ghost cultivators, were stunned, and instantly turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared into the battlefield.

At this time, the battlefield was completely one-sided, black gradually being eaten away by white and gold, and with the last few screams, the three-year war ended comically.

The ghost cultivator didn't get anything, and he lost thousands of people in vain, although the demon cultivator attacked at the border of the human cultivator, the loss of manpower was negligible, which naturally caused the dissatisfaction of the ghost cultivator.

Regardless of how the two sides complained to each other, the abbot of Zen Buddhism was standing beside Venerable Baoxiang at this time, watching with her the monks who were cleaning up the battlefield below.

"You've overstepped the rules, Venerable Huxiang. ”

Venerable Huxiang played with the jade bottle suddenly, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"No matter what you want to do, don't forget, you're a human, not a demon. ”

With a last word, the old man with a long white beard floated away and returned to Zen Buddhism, meditating and chanting, beating his wooden fish.

Venerable Baoxiang looked down at the bottle in his hand, but a mocking smile appeared on his face, but he didn't know whether he was laughing at the abbot or himself.