Countless ghosts are overwhelming, and looking at their momentum, it seems as if they want to swallow the whole world.

Looking at this ghost that looked like a black cloud, Ling Fan couldn't help but sigh with a sigh.

What the strength of this ghost is, although Ling Fan doesn't know, even if these ghosts only have the strength of the Ning Yuan Period, I'm afraid it will be enough to completely clean up Ling Fan.

After all, although Ling Fan's cultivation was high, his true qi was not endless.

What's more, at this time, the true qi was close to exhaustion.

Of course, even if the True Qi was still there, Ling Fan would not increase any confidence, thinking about the speed at which the ghost recovered under the attack of the True Qi at the beginning, he knew that even if the True Qi was still there, it would not allow him to defeat the ghost in front of him.

Countless ghosts rushed towards them, the momentum was magnificent, but they were silent, what a terrifying scene.

"Is there really no solution?"

Ling Fan waited for his eyes and whispered, his hands clenched into fists, waiting for the ghost to rush in.

Ling Fan didn't run away, he knew that it was useless to escape.

With his true qi almost exhausted, it was impossible for him to escape the speed of the ghost.

Looking at Ling Fan's clenched fists at this time, it seemed that he was really ready to deal with the ghost's attack, but only he knew that he was almost desperate at this time.

"It's coming!"

After blinking an eye, a low cry came out of Ling Fan's mouth.

The ghosts were already very close to him, and as the golden light of the True Buddha Bell was exhausted and disappeared, these ghosts were no longer hindered by anything and went straight to Ling Fan.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Ling Fan's entire body was submerged in this black wave.

Yes!

Ling Fan's body had just been overwhelmed by the many ghosts, and a piercing scream had already come out of his mouth.

There was pain in the sound, as if only a torn soul could make such a sound.

And this is indeed the case, Ling Fan is indeed suffering from the feeling of his soul being torn apart at this time.

When Ling Fan was approached by the ghost, Ling Fan finally knew what kind of way the ghost attacked.

I saw that the ghost had just rushed in front of him, and immediately went straight to the center of his eyebrows.

It is the place where the sea of knowledge is located, where the soul is stored.

These ghosts are like soul bodies, and the ability to change is something that almost all souls share.

Just when Ling Fan saw the ghosts staring at his soul, he didn't have time to think about how to defend himself, these ghosts had already turned into black rays of light, heading straight for his eyebrows.

The soul body, wanting to rush into the sea of knowledge, was not hindered at all.

Almost in the blink of an eye, hundreds of souls rushed into Ling Fan's sea of knowledge, and this was only a short period of time, obviously there were countless ghosts outside, and these ghosts would also make the same move, as long as Ling Fan's sea of knowledge could still fit in.

Ling Fan's sea of knowledge was very large, this was originally his natural advantage compared to other monks, but this advantage had become more beneficial to ghosts at this time.

Seeing the ghost rushing into his sea of knowledge, a stinging pain suddenly came from the sea of knowledge.

Immediately poured all his spiritual sense into the sea of knowledge, but when he saw the situation in the sea of knowledge, he couldn't help but gasp.

The originally white sea of knowledge turned into pitch black at this time.

Only in the center are there two small pieces that remain pure white, one of which is where the Zhentian Monument and the fragments of the stone saucer are stored.

And the other one, there is Ling Fan's soul.

As for the location of the Zhentian Monument and the Stone Disc Fragment, these ghosts seemed to be able to sense the danger, and when they entered, they actually all went around, without showing any hostility towards the Zhentian Monument and the Stone Disc Fragment, and when the ghosts rushed to Ling Fan's soul position, they suddenly seemed to have turned into a vicious wolf, frantically impacting Ling Fan's soul.

Countless ghosts, every time they hit Ling Fan's soul, they would make the soul tremble.

At the same time as the tremors, the position of the white shroud would decrease a little, which was exactly a sign of Ling Fan's soul weakening.

Feeling the stinging pain coming from his soul, this stinging actually had a familiar feeling, Ling Fan finally knew why these ghosts were attacking him.

This is not because he had previously broken into the territory of the ghosts, nor because he had killed several of the ghosts' companions, but because of his soul.

The attacks of these ghosts are all instinctive, and the instinct of this ghost is to be reborn.

The desire for life is much greater for the dead than for the living.

It was precisely because of this infinite desire that these ghosts would attack Ling Fan's soul frantically after discovering him, as for the purpose, it was to take away!

Although these ghosts who have lost their memories are destined to be like walking corpses after the seizure, they will still attack wildly and fight for the only chance to succeed.

This is the instinct of ghosts, this is their thirst for life that they don't know how long they have been accumulating.

"Hey!"

sighed softly, and in this sigh, there was sympathy for the ghosts, and at the same time, he was lamenting that his fate was so bad.

However, although he sympathized with these ghosts, Ling Fan would not be generous enough to give up his body to them.

At this time, he wants to resist, although these rebellions seem a little small in the face of the overwhelming ghosts, but he still has to do it, because only by doing it can he have any hope of living.

Although this hope is close to zero.

The spirit consciousness controls the soul with all its might, making the soul transform into his own form, and at the same time, he uses the soul power to condense a long knife in his hand.

As soon as the long knife appeared, it was immediately danced by him, and the knife slid down, as if drawing a sword wind, heading straight for the ghosts that rushed towards him.

Under this sword wind, the ghost that would not dodge was directly split in half, and although it would recover again after a while, it finally slowed down the ghost's attack.

Of course, slowed attacks are only part of the ghosts, because there are so many ghosts.

Almost at the same time, there were nearly a hundred of them that hit Ling Fan's soul, and under Ling Fan's sword, it was not bad to be able to deter more than a dozen.

Moreover, as time passed, Ling Fan's soul became weaker and weaker, and gradually, under one sword, the number of ghosts that could only be repelled changed from a dozen, to ten, eight, five, two, one, and even in the end, let alone blocking ghosts, he couldn't even raise the strength of the knife.

Because most of his soul power has been washed away by ghosts, absorbed by ghosts, and turned into ghost power!

He looked down at his soul body, and watched as his body slowly faded and became transparent.

Ling Fan still hadn't put down the knife in his hand, although he also knew that he couldn't swing it.

Putting down the knife is equivalent to giving up your body and letting go of the hope of life!

He was still young, and there were still many things waiting for him to do, how could he give up so easily.

But the form in front of him, if he doesn't give up, he can't do it, because it won't be long before this almost transparent body will disappear completely, and at that time, he may not even have a ghost left, and he will completely disappear into this world.

Seeing that his body was getting lighter and lighter, Ling Fan muttered softly.

"Am I really going to die here?"

"Could it be that my path of cultivating the truth of my life of nine deaths is going to end here?"

"Could it be that my reborn body will be taken away by these ghosts and turned into a walking corpse without intelligence?"

Ling Fan's words suddenly became more and more, but he became more and more angry.

In his mind, he thought back to the years of his cultivation, the adoring eyes of the brothers of the Dao Sect, Tang Yiyao's loving expectations, and even Meng Yun'er's 'I do' before rebirth!

"I'm not willing to ......"

"I'm not reconciled!"

Ling Fan muttered softly, gradually turning into a silent shout!

The reason why he is silent is because he is almost transparent, and he can't make a sound at all.

This time, it's really going to die.

An unwilling emotion quickly filled the entire heart, and this unwilling emotion turned into a burst of grief and indignation, and in an instant, Ling Fan actually felt a feeling of true qi.

"Really angry?"

This feeling will not be wrong, at this time, he didn't have time to think about where the true qi came from, but immediately used this true qi to mobilize the true Buddha bell in the dantian.

"Golden light, out!"

Ling Fan, who couldn't make a sound, could only use his mouth to draw such a mouth shape.

But this was enough, and in an instant, the golden light burst out, and the roaring sound resounded through the sky.

Rumble!

Seeing the countless souls gathered around the body and in the sea of consciousness quickly dissolving in the golden light, a wave of excitement immediately appeared.

But before the excitement could fully erupt, it had already turned into surprise.

Because the golden light is gone.

This golden light was just a flash in the pan.

"How can this be?"

True Qi appeared inexplicably, just suddenly, and disappeared inexplicably.

Giving people hope, and the feeling of withdrawing hope made Ling Fan almost collapse, but before the collapse, he finally thought of the reason for the appearance of true qi.

"It turned out to be ...... Back to light!"

Everyone, whether a monk or a mortal, feels the restoration of his state at the moment before he dies, which stems from the last burst of bodily functions, the last moment of the bloom of the flower of life.

The purpose of this bloom is to wither.

Feeling that his spirit was already in a trance, as if floating into an immortal, Ling Fan suddenly chuckled.

"Oh, is that how you felt before you died? It's a bit like the scene when you were transformed by Buddhism......

When he said this, he suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something, and the peaceful appearance of his dying appearance suddenly became struggling.

"I know! I finally know why the real Buddha bell refrains from ghosts! It turns out that it is because of Buddhism!"

Before dying, everyone's thinking was very clear, and Ling Fan almost instantly remembered everything he had obtained when he was tempered.

"Since Buddhism restrains ghosts, are Buddhist scriptures useful to ghosts?"

When Ling Fan got a Buddhist scripture, although he had never used it, he did not forget it. At this time, since he guessed this, Ling Fan did not hesitate to recite it without hesitation.

This recitation is the "Sutra of Salvation".

And while reciting, Ling Fan's eyes couldn't help but slowly close, and even he didn't know that his hands had subconsciously closed in front of his chest, like a Buddha.