The last time he said that Master Zhihua was going to face the evil ghosts that came alone, Zhize knew that persuasion was hopeless, so he did as his senior brother instructed.

Not long after, the wind gusted in the sky, and a beautiful girl in white drove the wind to the wind, although it was a soul without a real body, but there was an indescribable thrilling and weak beauty.

I only heard her sigh faintly: "Old monk, I have no grievances with you and me, and I don't want to offend your Fahua Temple, as long as you are willing to hand over my enemy, I will take him away now." ”

Hearing this, Master Zhihua folded his hands and pronounced the Dharma Horn: "Amitabha, Miss Han, although you had a great enmity with Li Shizhu during your lifetime, but the deceased is gone, since you are dead, you should go to reincarnation at this moment, why bother obsessing?"

"Hmph, old monk, I have a good conversation with you, and you actually use this kind of language to prevaricate me. Han Yue'e suddenly snorted coldly, full of yin energy, as if she was going to do it at any time.

Master Zhihua sighed in his heart, judging from the yin qi condensed in Han Yue'e's body, it was impossible for her to kill Li You alone anyway, although it was a bit of a sin to think like this now, but keeping Li You in her own hands was a bargaining chip to negotiate with her, otherwise after Li You's death, this woman would probably have no scruples about committing murder.

"Miss Han, there is no need to say much, the old man will only persuade you to reincarnate, after you leave, chant the scriptures for you every day, and wish you to enjoy glory and wealth in the next life, but the ghost really doesn't dare to pay attention to the affairs of the world, where did you come from, where to go back, Amitabha. ”

In that case, there is nothing to talk about between us. Hearing this, Han Yue's ghost suddenly raised her eyebrows, and suddenly with a wave of her hand, she suddenly turned into ten dry ghost claws with often green nails, and grabbed at the top of the old monk's bare head.

Master Zhihua seemed to have eyes on his head, he had already expected it, and when he heard the sound, he took a step back, and raised his palms flexibly from the one that did not match his old body at all, and a string of brown rosewood beads the size of a dragon's eye each spun rapidly between his palms, colliding with the oncoming ghost claws.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding!" I heard a series of iron-like sounds coming from the center of the collision continuously, and there was a dazzling spark.

Master Zhihua's face couldn't help but become more and more solemn, although he had expected it, but the high mana and strength of Han Yue's ghost still surprised him.

At this moment, Han Yue's beautiful moth eyebrows suddenly raised slightly, revealing an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and a small cherry mouthful, and a thicker and deeper black gas was spewed out by her.

"Not good!" Master Zhihua secretly screamed when he saw this, he has many years of experience in subduing demons and subduing demons, and his strength may not be the first in the Buddhism of Chu State, but his eyesight is definitely among the top three, this black gas is nothing else, but the legendary ghost mirage, a very vicious ghost realm magic weapon that pollutes the Buddhist magic weapon, as long as the Buddhist magic weapon is stained a little, the spiritual damage will be greatly imposed, and it can hardly be used.

But the battle between the two sides was in a stalemate, and it was too late for Master Zhihua to take back the string of red sandalwood Buddha beads.

"Giggles!" Han Yue's unjust soul wandered in the air, and suddenly let out a crisp laugh like a silver bell, Master Zhihua was sweating profusely, and the mirage was really extraordinary, as soon as it was wrapped around the Purple Sandalwood Buddha Beads, it instantly turned into hundreds of Yin Soul Threads, and wrapped the Purple Sandalwood Buddha Beads to death, completely isolating Master Zhihua's divine thoughts from his magic weapons.

No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, the effect of losing the support of the divine mind is greatly reduced, and the red sandalwood Buddha beads are naturally no exception, Master Zhihua had to make a desperate bet, suddenly bit his middle finger, and wrote a palm-sized blood-colored Buddha word in the air, and the blood-colored Buddha word that condensed almost his life's mana was beaten into the mirage with all his might, and finally barely stopped the decline.

But before Master Zhihua could breathe a sigh of relief, Han Yue's chuckle came again: "Giggle!" I saw that her hands and body did not make any movements, and suddenly a ghost-faced mink flew out of the skin pouch on her waist and bit Master Zhihua's waist.

"You!" Master Zhihua's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it at all, no matter how deep Han Yue'e's resentment was, no matter how strong her mana was after death, it was impossible for a newly dead ghost to have a second-order ghost beast like a ghost-faced mink.

The ghost-faced marten jumped away with a squeak, although the body was petite and cute, but the face was more terrible than the ghost, with a resentful look at the soul of the monk who slowly disappeared in the Buddha's light, and his face was full of unwilling expressions of food loss.

Master Zhihua died very simply, even his soul completely blew himself up, and naturally it was even more impossible to leave relics and other things, Han Yue'e finally took a deep look at the location where he died, although the old monk died, but the self-explosion before his death also caused him a lot of trouble, in order to resist this person's self-explosion, she wasted almost half of the mana in her body.

But suddenly the expression on her face changed again, and after a sneer, the ghost turned around and flew into the wing room behind the temple, and after a while, a young man who had passed out in his hand and whose expression was extremely frightened flew out, and flew directly to a no-man's land outside the city.

...

Tian Yinzhen is advancing, at this moment she feels that she is not far from the nearest city, from Han Yue'e's memory, she learned that this city is called Heyang City, at this moment she occupies Han Yue'e's body, temporarily restrains the ghost qi on her body, and her appearance has become the same as that of ordinary humans, and it is even after three years, there is a cooing sound in her stomach for the first time, but she is hungry like an ordinary person.

Suddenly blushing embarrassedly, she walked to the city, afraid of being recognized, so she grabbed a handful of mud and pasted it on her face, and a team of guards at the city gate didn't ask much, seeing that she didn't know where to get an old vegetable basket on her arm, and she didn't know where to get a coarse cloth clothes, just as a village girl entered the city, and there was no suspicion at all.

Tian Yinzhen then smoothly entered the city, at this time the sky is getting brighter, there is a trend of continuous brightening, and the pedestrians on the street are gradually increasing, Tian Yinzhen feels a little uncomfortable, the warm sun shines on normal humans is very warm, but it falls on the corpse possessed by ghosts but it is like strong oil, especially at noon, she must not go out, otherwise she will be directly illuminated.

After walking for a while, she arrived near the old house of Han Yue'e's house, the flow of people here gradually became scarce, and the dark alleys where no one passed through gradually increased, she was about to find a dark corner to hide, and wait until the evening to start moving, but suddenly saw the crowd in front of her running in one direction, and couldn't help but follow curiously, I thought I could see something lively, but when I saw this scene in front of me, I only felt that my scalp was numb, and the three souls and seven spirits seemed to be instantly suppressed.

A young man in a white shroud was hung from the Baihui acupoint in the center of his head with a finger-sized red rope straight through the soles of his feet and hung from a pole next to the gatehouse. There is still a terrified expression on his face, as if he has seen the most terrible existence in the world, the clothes on his chest have been ripped off, his chest has been pierced through the heart by three white sharp blades, his hands have been bent over, tied to his back, his face is divided into two halves with his nose as the center, one side is red and swollen as if he has been stung by thousands of wasps, and a transparent bag like a tumor grows, and the other side is as black and blue as if he was poisoned, and a string of disgusting pus is shed...

Tian Yinzhen saw this disgusting scene and lost his appetite for a while, this person had been completely disfigured, his death was extremely miserable, and he couldn't see his original appearance at all, which showed how deep the hatred of the person who killed him was, and vaguely when she heard the three words of the city lord's mansion, she already had a guess in her heart, thinking that she had already guessed the identity of this person.