Pan Yun also nodded in agreement, "There is no other choice now." ”

The three parties reached an agreement almost immediately, and it was still Master Jueming and his party who took the lead and entered the Vortex Gate first, and then Luo Qingli followed the team.

Behind the Vortex Gate was a much wider world, but this world was filled with a gray mist, and countless blue ghost fires flowed in the mist, which was much stronger than what I had seen under the blood moon earlier.

There is a ghost fire flowing around everyone, a long streamer of light, a gloomy breath came to the face, the nearest Ling Chen mage a Buddha seal directly hit the past, the ghost fire fluttered twice, will not be extinguished, after the Buddha seal disappeared, the ghost fire that was obviously smaller "stabbed" ran into the distance.

"This ......," Master Ling Chen was slightly startled.

Buddhism's exercises are the most to restrain this kind of evil things, when dealing with corpses between worlds before, he slapped it with one palm, and he could directly extinguish the ghost fire, and the bones were shattered, the ghost fire here was so tenacious!

After Pan Yun and his party entered, the door of the whirlpool was closed.

Luo Qingli felt that the red lotus karmic fire in her body seemed to become excited, flowing around her, this was the first time this situation had occurred, and before she could figure out what was going on, she saw that these flowing ghost fires around her were actually gathered.

Countless ghost fires poured overwhelmingly in one direction, and a huge monster was formed, this monster was all condensed by dark blue ghost fire, enough to be as tall as an ordinary three, human-like, with six arms, one foot under the waist, and the facial features could not be seen clearly, but it vaguely seemed to have a human face.

Everyone's eyes fell on this monster, and the restlessness of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire became even more obvious.

"Whew-"

It let out an unconscious roar, and when it opened its mouth, it spat out many clouds of dark blue flames, which seemed to have eyes of their own, and caught up with the crowd.

There was an eerie aura in the flames, and the surroundings were instantly cold, and everyone almost immediately struck at these flying fireballs.

The five Buddha cultivators sacrificed their own Buddhist magic weapons, prayer beads, gold bowls, bronze bells and other objects flew towards the fire, and the handprint palm method poured down, the Buddha's light and the yin and evil breath were entangled, and the fire group was obviously reduced.

Lu Heng's palms were surging with lightning, his hands were clenched into fists, a pair of fists were covered with thunder, he directly swung his fists and hit the fire ball, and the moment they touched, there was a crackling sound, and the power of the powerful thunder did not fall at all.

Luo Qing was even more simple and rude away from here, and since the red lotus karmic fire in her body was so excited, she released it by the way. Luo Qingli clasped her hands together, slowly opened, and a scarlet fire lotus condensed in her palm, the fire lotus slowly bloomed, and the fire balls close to her seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force and flew over directly.

The moment the blue fire group and the red lotus karmic fire touched, she seemed to hear a scream, and almost in the blink of an eye, the fire ball was swallowed by the karmic fire, and then Luo Qingli felt that there was a gentle and pure spiritual power flowing into the body along the meridians, filling up the dantian spiritual power that had been consumed by more than half.

The black-robed monk glanced at her, his gaze lingered on the red lotus in her hand for a moment, and he raised his hand to take out a flag, on which a ghost face was painted, and the yin qi was swirling, but as he waved the flag, the dark blue fire was silently incorporated into the flag.

This scene fell in the eyes of Luo Qingli and Lu Heng, and three words flashed in their hearts.

This kind of magic weapon is usually only seen in the hands of demon cultivators, and it is rare for the Central Plains Nanzhao to be seen, and this black-robed monk is not a demon cultivator, but it is rare to use this kind of magic weapon.

They only knew that the black-robed monk was a foreigner, surnamed Mo, and knew very little about other related matters, but now it seemed that there were more and more mysteries about this person.

Several people used their own means to deal with the fire group, but on the other hand, the others were not so lucky.

Yu Liancheng flicked the pen, the ink flowed, woven into a cage, and firmly wrapped the fire, but after a while, the fire burned the ink and escaped from the cage.

Zhu Yuzhen picked up the sledgehammer, stirring up the air, and the strong qi rolled towards the fire, and the fire was dispersed by the energy, but after a while, it condensed again into a ball and floated over.

The three of Pan Yun's side also encountered the same problem, the flame spear danced dazzlingly, and the fire ball dispersed and then regrouped, no matter how it was, it could not be extinguished.

The monster stood still, grinning at them as if grinning, and then opened its mouth to spit out many balls of fire.

Zhu Yuzhen and the others couldn't deal with these fire balls, so they had to blindly dodge, but now that there are more and more fire balls, they are even more overstretched, so they can only turn to others for help.

Luo Qingli waved his hand, and a few scarlet fire lotuses were separated from his palm, and he shouted softly: "Go." ”

These fire lotuses flew towards those people, and wherever the fire lotus flew over, they would devour several clouds of ghostly fire, unlike others who used magic weapons and spells to fight against the fire masses, they were all consuming their own spiritual power or Buddha power, and Luo Qingli could not only consume it, but also get a part of the power feedback, so it was much easier than others.

Lu Heng and the black-robed monk also put some effort into it, although several Buddhist cultivators had an unpleasant quarrel with Pan Yun and the others earlier, they also knew that now was not the time to settle accounts.

The pressure of several people was much less, the fire balls circulating in the air became less and less, and the roar from the monster's mouth became louder, as if it had fallen into a rage, and jumped on one foot, ten feet high, and jumped into the pile of people in the blink of an eye.

As soon as it came, it attracted all the artillery fire almost instantly, and all the spells and magic weapons were fired at it in a moment.

But what is surprising is that these spells are almost useless when they fall on its body, even if the magic weapon of the Buddha Gate hits it, it only pierces its body, and the hole quickly heals again.

The monster kicked into the pile, and everyone scattered in all directions.

Yu Liancheng clenched his pen and said in annoyance: "It has no substance, and ordinary spell attacks are useless!"

As soon as the words fell, one of the monster's arms had been stretched and attacked, Yu Liancheng subconsciously threw out the pen, the flame arm grabbed the pen, and the dark blue ghost fire crawled along the barrel of the pen, and soon covered the entire pen, spreading upward.

Yu Liancheng spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

Under the scorching of the ghost fire, the pen was seriously traumatized, this pen was his natal magic weapon, closely related to himself, so he was not lightly injured.