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Shami clasped his palms together, lowered his head and closed his eyes, his lips trembling as if he was chanting Buddha.

But as soon as he stepped out of the temple gate, his head was raised, and the blood of a young and innocent face quickly receded, turning blue, purple, and black, and countless wrinkles appeared, and his lips were like cracked charcoal! The skin inside the monk's robe, and the folded hands, quickly blackened and withered, and in three breaths turned into a standing corpse, without a trace of life.

"Dead......" Xin Shi muttered.

He and Changming stood up, about to breathe a sigh of relief, but at this moment, the eyelids of this dried corpse suddenly opened!

Revealing a pair of black holes...... Eye socket!

Xin Shi Changming was startled, although he was a ghost, he had never encountered such a strange thing.

Changming was timid, and immediately took a few steps back and hid behind Xin Shi.

Although Xin Shi thought that he was born in martial arts and was bold, he only felt a chill down his spine at this time, a shiver on his back, and a chill around him.

"This ...... What is this!" Xin Shi shuddered.

Ao Yan on the clouds was also staring at it, trying to see a clue.

At this moment, the "little novice" moved, he stepped into the rain, his eyes popped, and two green fires were ignited, and the whole thing became demonic.

"Green Fire ......" Ao Yan frowned tightly, in his eyes, the green fire on the top of this little novice's head disappeared when he stepped out of the temple gate, and what appeared on his head and shoulders at this time were seven blue and faint fires.

"Seven Ghost ......" Ao Yan muttered, his eyes gradually sank, as if he had thought of something.

"Hahahaha! This is what you forced me, what are the two ghosts, even if one of them cultivates the Fa Phase! Today, I will let you know the fate of offending my White Lotus Sect!" The great monk took in the expressions of the two ghosts and one of them, and his heart was happy.

As he approached, he patted him on the shoulder, and his chapped black lips rang out, and clusters of blue flames flew out.

Flames floated in the air in a circle.

In Ao Yanzhi's stunned gaze, these flames slowly disappeared and turned into young human forms - seven little imps with gloomy and wooden faces!

The seven little ghosts held hands, some laughed, some whimpered and cried, some were full of anger, and some were depressed and sad...... All kinds of things happen to fit the seven emotions of people: joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, and fear.

Ding! Ding!

At this appearance, Fu Zhao in Ao Yan's mind let out a rapid tremor, which was a warning.

Ao Yanxin immediately raised his throat and issued such a warning, this is the first time since he has Fu Zhaolai!

Although they are just little ghosts, but each little ghost is full of black gas, the tyrannical aura is extremely heavy, and the resentment is even worse, although the body is intact, but Ao Yan faintly feels that these children must have been tortured to death in some way.

"You really refined the little ghost. Ao Yan said coldly.

"Yes...... So what?" the great monk smiled sadly: "These seven little ghosts were found by me with great effort, and each of them was killed by means. As you know, all ghosts retain their last appearance before they die. ”

Ao Yan took a deep breath of cold air and trembled with anger.

This is simply outrageous!

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, sadness, fear, and fright, the seven imps show seven emotions, which means that these imps either died of extreme anger before they were born, or they died in extreme sorrow, or they died in extreme fear...... All of these things need to be deliberately done and tortured. The seven emotions are the obsession of being a human being, and extreme obsession can produce extreme resentment.

No wonder although these are little ghosts, the anger on their bodies can be regenerated like this!

I'm afraid that each of them has a level of no less than ten turns of Qi training, and what worries Ao Yan the most is that these seven little ghosts are holding hands and joining together, I'm afraid things are not so simple.

"That's my grandson!"

"Isn't that the child of the old seven family who went lost a few years ago?!"

"Mouse, mouse, that's my child!"

At this moment, shouts rang out, and many villagers rushed into the rain, looked up at the seven little ghosts, and shouted one after another.

However, the seven imps still retained this and that expression, their eyes were hollow, and their faces were wooden.

Not long after shouting, everyone suddenly realized that their child could not come back, and the culprit of all this was the great monk they had always thought was a good person.

"Thief bald donkey! You kill a thousand knives! You can't die well!"

"Straight lady thief! Eternal life and eternal death will not be good! Go to the eighteenth layer of hell!"

"The thief of the melon baby! I will !! you to your mother"

The angry roar became more and more intense, knowing that in the end, it turned into invective.

The bloody villagers immediately wanted to rush over, but they were stopped by Xin Shi Changming, and they realized at this time that the great monk's immortal-like methods were not something they could deal with at all.

"Oh my God!" some people were desperate on the spot.

The revenge of killing the son is equivalent to cutting off the inheritance of incense and cutting off the descendants of others.

"Master Hubo, I beg you to avenge us! I am willing to be a cow and a horse! After death, I will turn into a soul at your disposal!" a wise man fell to his knees and kowtowed in the muddy water.

"Me too!"

"And me!"

Plop Plop Plop ......

Not only the parents and family members of those children, but even the rest of the village walked out of the house, knelt down in the mud without looking, and kowtowed to Qingyun where Ao Yan was.

Looking at this scene, the great monk's face was pale, his face was hideous and distorted, and it was extremely terrifying.

He also understood, he was the first to lose his breath, exposed the bottom, and now he has aroused everyone's hatred - he never expected that things would turn out like this, he just wanted to kill this heavenly official in the first place.

In this way, I can't get the incense here.

If you can't get it, what's the point of staying?

"It's all you! It's all you, you little bastard!" The murderous aura on the big monk was revealed, and he pointed in the direction of Ao Yan: "Since the Buddha I can't get the incense here! You can't get it! When I kill you, I will kill the whole village and train it to become a yin soldier! Hahahaha, hahahaha......

"Ah......h

"Lord Hubo, save us!"

"Just you untouchable ants?!Hmph! He can't protect himself! My seven ghosts can be separated from one enemy and ten, and together they can become the king of ghost pain whose strength does not belong to me! Just his deflated three things, the two ghosts under his hand are almost arrows! Save it! You all have to die! Hahahaha......" The great monk continued to laugh wildly.

The villagers were silent, the heavy wipers were falling, and the silence around them was terrifying.

Everyone's eyes were on the only hope in their hearts, the only straw - Lord Hubo, just waiting for him to say a word.

Ao Yan's eyes were so gloomy that they were about to drip water, he glanced at the little novice, and suddenly smiled: "Give it to me...... Kill!"

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