Gradually the night is coming.

"Young Master, your son?" Something seemed to be heard from the river, a little illusory and ethereal, like the wind.

A mist floated on the river, and a figure floating on the water could be seen vaguely.

"Ghosts and monsters!" Wusheng raised his hand and pointed.

Wherever he pointed, all the reeds in front of him fell down and spread to both sides. The fog filled the river surface instantly dissipated. A strange scream came from the river, which was extremely harsh. The river water was tumbling endlessly. After a moment, a blood red surged onto the river surface and was taken away by the flowing water.

The water monster lurking in the river was injured by Wusheng's finger and there was no movement.

After a while, a black air suddenly floated from the air across the river, rising and falling in the air, and soon crossed the river and came not far away in front of Wusheng.

"Take the black coffin of the underworld and spare you all the time." A dull voice came from the black air.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Wusheng raised his palm, and the black air suddenly dissipated.

"Buddha, are you a Buddhist?"

The Buddhist technique that can be used to practice with just one palm is the Buddhist technique, which is a bit of a trick. Wusheng looked at the black air.

"If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine." The black gas roared, and then a ghost head transformed from the black gas flew out from it, densely packed, flying towards Wusheng.

The black air dispersed and covered the sky in this area.

Wow, there was a sound of ghosts crying in the air.

Noisy!

Om,

When the mantra sounds, the sky bursts with thunder.

The sounds immediately dissipated, and the ghosts that were rushing towards me were suddenly dispersed by the Fanyin. The black air in the air trembled a few times.

"Buddhist Mantra! You are a Buddhist practitioner in the Great Guangming Temple of the Western Regions!"

"I know a lot."

Wusheng thought that there was someone else who could take the blame again.

"Why did the Buddhist practitioners in the Western Regions take care of the affairs of the Great Jin Dynasty?"

"Eliminating demons and defending the way is the duty of Buddhism."

Hahaha, a burst of laughter came from the black air.

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. You Buddhist monks all day long, have you really do good deeds? It's even more than us to do bad things. No wonder they were almost destroyed back then!"

Suddenly, a black wind blew out from the black air and rushed straight to Wusheng.

In the air, a Buddha's palm stood up, and the Buddha's light blocked the black wind.

With a bang, the black gas suddenly exploded, and one person appeared in it, with a pale face and a strange mark on his forehead, like a ball of fire, wearing a strange robe, black and white, and the embroidered on it was Yasha and Rakshasa.

"Seeing that your face is so bad, you should have a good rest and don't come out to scare people." Wusheng looked at the man's body with blood flames, obviously he had committed many murderous and evil deeds.

"What's the best thing about practicing Buddha? You must also abide by the rules and precepts, and also keep the precepts and practice goodness. You are just serious. Why not do it like me, and do it without any scruples."

"If you don't have any scruples, why should you start hiding your head and showing your tail? Now that you can talk less, it's time to send you on your way."

Wusheng pressed his left hand and pointed his right hand.

The evil cultivator was fixed there, Wusheng's Buddha's finger fell on his body, splashing blood. The evil ghost Rakshasa on the robe on his body seemed to be coming alive, and he was about to fly up, but Wusheng held it firmly with his palm.

Suddenly a blood light lit up on the cultivator's body, Wusheng's palm trembled, feeling as if a thin needle was pierced into the palm of his hand, the cold and cold, and it hurts very much, Wusheng's palm moved slightly.

The evil cultivator escaped from control and took a hundred steps in an instant, covering his forehead with one hand, and holding a blood-colored spear in his right hand. Looking at the expression, he was painful and ferocious.

Wusheng looked down at his palm and looked up at the evil cultivator.

"Can you break the Buddha's palm be that weird gun?"

"I will imprison your soul, torment day and night, so that you will never be reborn forever." The evil cultivator gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Come!" Wusheng waved to him.

The man shook his spear and emitted hundreds of blood lights, turning into a ghost and Rakshasa in the air, and rushing towards Wusheng.

Wusheng is just a palm, the magic power is vast and the Buddha's light is like fire.

Demon subduing,

The evil ghost Rakshasa suddenly turned into ashes.

The evil cultivator shook his body, and the strange robe he was wearing flew out of his body. He suddenly dispersed in the air, covering one side, and Wusheng instantly turned into a ghost land.

Before the demons were dancing, a platinum rainbow rose into the sky and the Buddha's sword left his body.

The illusions around him disappeared in an instant. I saw that the robe that the evil cultivator flew out had fallen back to his body, and there was a hole in it, about one finger long.

His face was extremely ugly. He didn't expect that his magic weapon that was invincible was broken so simply.

Is it a fight or a flight?

He was already timid.

Wusheng suddenly disappeared.

Where?

The evil cultivator was instantly worried and cautious, looking around.

Om,

Suddenly, the evil cultivator paused, and only for a moment of loss of consciousness. A sword rainbow divided him into two from top to bottom.

His body withered and collapsed, his body disappeared, leaving only the weird robe.

Wusheng stood not far away and stared at the robe. Seeing the black air swelling in it, the evil cultivator recovered as before after a while.

Curious magical power! Wusheng couldn't help but sigh.

Huh, the evil cultivator's face looked very ugly.

Almost, I was almost killed directly by this Buddhist practitioner.

After running, hesitating for a moment, he turned into a black wind to escape. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by a palm and landed on the ground before he went far.

When I looked up, I saw a little golden light.

Crack, his head was broken and the man fell to the ground.

Wusheng landed on the ground, looked at his body and disappeared quickly, as if it was just an illusion.

After a while, he recovered as before.

This is an immortal body?

wrong!

Regardless of whether the body is immortal or not, as long as the soul is destroyed, it will die. But what is the problem?

Can't run away?

The evil cultivator was a little stunned.

He regretted it so much that he shouldn't have come to this place and scrambled to this muddy water.

Fight!

He gritted his teeth and a strange yaksha appeared behind him, with blood-red body, and a blood-colored spear on his back.

As soon as the Dharma image came out, the cold wind in the world stopped in this place, but the surroundings became even colder. The coldness penetrated into the soul, as if it was about to freeze the human body and soul together.

The Buddha's light shines in Wusheng's body.

Buddha's palms are overwhelming.

The palm comes out, and the yaksha breaks.

Wow, the evil cultivator vomited a mouthful of blood.

It turned into a black wind and left again.

Wusheng stopped him with a palm, and the black air dissipated, leaving behind a robe.

Wusheng took a closer look and found it was wrong.

Realizing that something was wrong, he hurriedly looked at it, and saw a black air that had already escaped.

The cicada escapes?

Wusheng caught up with the evil cultivator in one step and knocked the evil cultivator down from mid-air.

"Your ability to be resurrected from the dead is related to this robe?" Wusheng pointed at the robe on his body.

"There was a Rakshasa in there, but now it has disappeared. I remember that there should be a skull in that location, but now it is gone." Wusheng pointed at the robe on his body.

"How many more times can you die?"

"Why should this fellow Taoist fight each other?"

Oh, Wusheng was stunned when he said this from the evil cultivator.

Can you still be so shameless?

"Who was trying to keep me from being reborn forever?"

"you……"

Wusheng Void Pressed, and used the Buddha's palm to control the evil cultivator, then came to him in one step, raised his hand and grabbed the clothes outside his body. The roe deer that looked very strange in his hand was very strange. It was not the feeling of cloth clothes like silk or coarse cloth clothes, but it looked more like a layer of skin.
Chapter completed!