Ning Chen, who was hanging cross-legged in the air, could naturally clearly feel this majestic momentum, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

"Uh, I'm a poor scholar, so poor that the family can't open the pot, I just want to come here to make a little money, if you bother, I hope you will forgive me, you can continue to sleep, I will leave after taking my things, and I will never disturb again." Ning Chen looked at the corpse of the king hundreds of feet away, hesitated, and said softly.

In the face of such a powerful king corpse, Ning Chen's consistent principle is that if he can, he won't fight, and it is important to get rich.

"Poor scholar, you can kill my resentful ghost, are you stupid to me?" the king continued, apparently having already given birth to a spiritual intelligence.

As he spoke, the black and purple arm of the king corpse suddenly waved, and in an instant, a black and purple giant fist full of resentment suddenly transformed, and went straight towards Ning Chen.

Wherever the fist wind passed, everything decayed and let out a piercing wail.

Faced with this scene, Ning Chen naturally did not dare to slack off, his brows tightened slightly, mobilized the spiritual energy of foundation building in his body, and began to recite the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures aloud.

Suddenly, looking directly in front of Ning Chen, a golden light Buddha palm suddenly formed, slowly flying forward, and where it passed, the strong compassion was fully revealed, and everything shone with golden light.

Rumble!

In a moment, with a dull sound, the resentful fist and the Buddha's palm collided together, purple and gold blended with each other, like the collision of Buddha and ghost, and they did not let each other go.

The surrounding scenery even began to distort, with serene Buddhist scriptures and painful wails of demons coming and going.

At this moment, Ning Chen's expression on his face had become serious, and the faces of the chief housekeeper Zeng Lichuan, Ning Gui and Mrs. Tong faintly flashed in his mind, revealing a sinister smile one by one.

Obviously, Ning Chen had already received the interference of the resentful fist, and there was a trace of resentment in his heart that could not be erased. began to be magnified.

In this regard, Ning Chen could only do his best to suppress this resentment in his heart and prevent him from devouring his true nature.

The same is true of the corpse of the king opposite, only to feel that bursts of serene Buddhist scriptures linger in his mind, calming his restless spirit.

And resentment and hatred are the source of its strength. Once it is pacified, the king's corpse will also mean that it will be completely defeated.

"Damn, what the hell are you doing with this hateful little bitch!"

After holding on to a stick of incense, the king corpse finally took the lead and couldn't bear it, and couldn't help but make such a sound.

In the past, all the opponents encountered were hard-hitting, so the more fierce the opponent's attack became. The heavier his hatred, the stronger his power became.

But the exercises used by Ning Chen were just extinguishing his resentment and hatred, which was undoubtedly what the king corpse feared the most.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore, let go of resentment, and then you can transcend ......" Ning Chen looked at the corpse of the king and said word by word. The tone is calm, though. On Ning Chen's forehead, there were already green tendons, desperately suppressing the resentment in his heart.

And these words came into the ears of the king corpse, just like Hong Zhong Da Lu, calming the resentment of the king corpse, like nectar extinguishing the fire in the sky.

Finally. The king corpse was a little unbearable, and the resentful fist dissipated little by little, like a fire that had been extinguished, and it was undeniable that Ning Chen, who used the perfect ancient foundation building Dan to complete the foundation building. The solidity of cultivation is far beyond ordinary.

Helpless, the king corpse could only withdraw his resentful fist, and while avoiding the golden light Buddha palm, he put his hands full of yin qi on his temples, and black smoke erupted from his eyes, nose and mouth.

In an instant, the billowing black mist continued to transform into hideous ghosts, biting towards the Holy Enchantment where Ning Chen was located from all directions.

It's just that the moment these yin spirits stepped into the holy enchantment, they all melted away in the golden light.

However, this could not stop countless Yin Spirits, who poured into the Holy Barrier one after another, trying to completely engulf the Holy Barrier.

And this is the curse of the king's corpse!

"Boy, I have to admit that your exercises are very special, if you really think that you can defeat me just like this, then you are very wrong!"

Just as the corpse of the king spoke, Ning Chen, who was sitting cross-legged in the air, could clearly see that the edge of the Holy Enchantment had begun to turn black, and the eighteen Buddha statues that had stopped in the Holy Enchantment had also begun to be contaminated.

Obviously, this is to devour the Holy Barrier.

In this regard, Ning Chen's expression was serious, but he did not panic, he slowly closed his eyes, and the next moment, looking behind Ning Chen, eight golden light arms slowly stretched out!

One of them held the Nine Senses Prayer Bead in one hand, and the two golden light arms of Shura's punishment in the other hand were extra conspicuous.

However, this time, Ning Chen did not intend to use Shura punishment, but through his spiritual sense, he controlled the golden light arm holding the Nine Senses Prayer Bead.

As the golden light arm gently flicked the Nine Senses Prayer Beads, a burst of dazzling golden light shone out, and endless good thoughts filled the Holy Enchantment, and at the same time, under this golden light, the blackened area on the edge of the enchantment slowly returned to gold, and the golden light shone brightly.

And this is far from the end, after a while, Ning Chen, with his hands folded, quickly formed twelve light prayer beads from his neck, and shot into the black smoke around the Holy Enchantment.

In the blink of an eye, the Muguang rosary that entered the black smoke burst out with beams of dazzling golden light, as if a sharp blade had torn apart the black smoke that was constantly generating ghosts.

At the same time, Ning Chen's silent recitation of the Mahayana Sutra suddenly became extremely high-pitched, and the sound of the Buddhist Sutra was like a flood bell Dalu, resounding through the tomb city, dispersing all the billowing black smoke.

The originally gloomy palace was completely wrapped in golden light at this moment.

The venomous face of the king corpse looked as far as his eyes could see, his eyes were full of golden light, and a look of panic finally flashed on his face.

At this moment, Ning Chen, through the powerful Mahayana Buddhism, as well as the Mi Zen realm and illusion magic, laid a great array of compassion in the palace.

No matter how yin spirits and demons are, under this great array, there will be nothing to hide.

Undoubtedly, Ning Chen's comprehension of illusion magic and the Mi Zen realm has risen to another realm.

Without giving the king corpse too much time to react, Ning Chen quickly mobilized the aura in his body, and above his body, the golden light flashed, and such a golden light already made the king corpse unable to open his eyes.

It was only a few breaths, and when the golden light dissipated, I saw that Ning Chen had already appeared in front of the king corpse, and the index finger of his right hand was lightly pressed against the forehead of the king corpse.

At the same time, a beam of golden light shot directly through the mind of the king corpse, which was exactly the Buddha of dreams in the magic trick!

As the so-called nine demons and one nightmare, there can be only one nightmare among the nine demons, and in turn there is one of the nine saints and one Buddha, and there is only one of the nine saints who can really become a Buddha.

At this moment, the king corpse only felt cold in his mind, and suddenly there was a burst of warmth, and a Buddha statue appeared in its mind, and the sound of Buddha in his ears was endless, lingering, and the whole person seemed to be in the Elysium, without the suffering of birth, old suffering, sickness, death, love and separation, no suffering, resentment and hatred, and five yin blazing suffering!

There is only the bliss and detachment of letting go of everything!

All the resentment was washed away at this moment.

In this way, looking at this king's corpse again, the source of power has collapsed, billowing purple smoke evaporates from his body, and his black eyes begin to shine with golden light!

"Uh, no!"

In the face of such an illusion, the corpse of the king, who was full of resentment, couldn't help but make such a sound, he could feel that his strength was fading, and he stretched out his hands to cover his ears, but this Buddha sound did not rush into it from his ears at all.

Poof!

It took less than a stick of incense to go, and the king corpse finally knelt on his knees, and finally transformed into a dried corpse little by little, and the purple smoke steaming from his body finally turned into golden light and dissipated.

After nearly an hour of stalemate, Ning Chen finally killed the king's corpse.

"It's not easy to make a fortune. ”

Looking at the dried corpse in front of him, Ning Chen withdrew his spell and couldn't help but make such a sound, beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead crackled and fell, and the tattered Taoist robes on his body were soaked.

Well?

Just when Ning Chen just wanted to relax, his expression suddenly changed, and he only felt a strange breath, which suddenly came from the king's corpse.

The next moment, Ning Chen saw that the remnant soul of an old man in the king's corpse floated out little by little.

How could this old man's soul Ning Chen not know him? At the beginning, he had met twice in succession in the White Tail Forest and the Ghost Demon Tower, and he had also saved Erhong.

"Senior, you ......" Ning Chen blinked his eyes, his face was full of surprise: "Why did you come out? Who sealed you in the king's corpse?"

"I ...... The old ancestor of the ability to do ...... "The old man of the dead soul made an extremely awkward sound.

"Old Ancestor Guma, my heavenly ......" Ning Chen couldn't help but make such a sound, he had said before that the elder sister of the natural mosquito queen said that Old Ancestor Gumo was a primordial old monster, and that was definitely Ning Chen's cultivation that he was not even qualified to look up.

Looking back and thinking about it, I only think that the Guma Sect is cruel enough, and it will seal the soul of his ancestor in the corpse of the king, so that his remnant soul will be ravaged by resentment, and it will be thousands of years at once.

"Senior, do you still need to transcend?" Ning Chen didn't have the slightest hatred for the old man's soul because of the corpse of the king just now, and asked softly.

The old man nodded slightly, his gloomy gaze was slightly aimed at Ning Chen, he looked up and down, and then said in a deep voice: "Help me kill the current head of the Gumo Sect, Kunlan, you are the head of the Gumo Sect." ”

Hearing this, Ning Chen didn't feel the slightest bit of joy at all, but his little face was twisted together, he had clearly known that the Gumo Sect was now in Xihuang, and the Yinbei Ruins were just the ruins of the original site, and the head of the Gumo Sect, Kunlan, was a solid Jiedan Great Monk, how could he be an opponent for building a foundation?

"If you are not in charge, I don't care, then I can only do what I can in Kunlan, after all, the cultivation of the younger generation is limited. Ning Chen looked at the old man's soul and said softly.

As for the head of the house, Ning Chen didn't care at all, he helped the old man of the dead soul, and it was completely out of kindness, sending the Buddha to the west.

Then Ning Chen sat cross-legged and began to chant Mahayana Buddhist scriptures. (To be continued.) )