Monk Wuzhu shook his head and sighed, "Cause! Calamity!" With a bent finger, a golden light fell on the forehead of the Master of the Poison Hand, sealing his magic power. The Buddha light behind him gradually dissipated, revealing the figures of eight old monks. They were all exhausted, staggered, and sat on the ground, almost sitting on the spot.

These eight old monks are elders in Vajra Temple. They are of great honor and have been without caring about the world for many years. They were ordered by the abbot to come out of the mountain and work together to bless the White Lotus Mandala formation, but they failed to achieve their achievements in one battle. They were all a little depressed. The eight people have been fully cultivated throughout their lives and have very strong power. Even the younger generation of Jindan can take their lives.

The magic power of the Master of the Poison Hand was blocked, his eyes suddenly turned clear and his voice hoarse, and he said, "Abbot Wuzhu, the old nun has been in trouble for a long time, and has done many wrong things and committed a lot of evil. Please give me a pleasure!" Wuzhu shook his head: "My Buddhist sect said to the outsiders of the sect, it is the shore to turn back, and the insiders of the sect also said, "Don't worry, I will send you back to the Vajra Temple. With the power of Buddhism, I can always drive away the demonic thoughts of the Taoist robbers of the soul and return them to you."

The Master of the Poison Hand sighed: "I have been stubborn and have no face to appear before the world. If the abbot can save me, I will live to live in the Vajra Temple. However, the demon soul just now was only one of the two clones of the Soul-Snatching Taoist. Although I was severely injured, I was seized by the Soul-Devouring Banner. I am afraid that the abbot must be careful when he makes a comeback in the future!"

The cruelty of the Soul-Devouring Taoist is no less than the Soul-Devouring Old Man. He dare not blatantly infect living creatures in the world and hide in the nine-story underworld. He has been infected with many ghosts for hundreds of years. Even the Soul-Devouring Banner can be refined into a poison-free ghost ancestor for his own use, let alone the more cunning Soul-Devouring Taoist? He has gathered many ghost ancestors under his command!

Especially when you get the Soul-Devouring Banner, as long as you comprehend a few years, you can complete the Soul-Devouring Tribulation Method. When you make a comeback, it will definitely be a tragic disaster. The Master of the Poison Hand was refined by the Soul-Devouring Taoist for a long time, and he also knows a little about its secrets. He took advantage of the fact that he was still a little clear-headed and said it like a bean.

Monk Wuzhu said, "I had expected this matter for a long time. I should not stay here for a long time. I should follow me to go back to the temple first!" With a move, Master Wushou closed his eyes and fell into the Buddha light behind his head. Master Wushou was wise and might have the soul-taking idea to lurk. Don't talk about the secret matters, so it's safer to put them away first.

In this way, the broken soul-devouring flag was very abrupt, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on it. The eight old monks had already breathed a sigh of relief, not sitting on the spot, and directly ascended to the Pure Land of the Vajra King Buddha. The leading old monk coughed and said, "Abbot, take away the broken part of the soul-devouring flag first!" The old monk was a figure of Master Wuzhu's uncle. As soon as he said that, Wuzhu did not dare to refute it.

With a cough, a figure flashed out from behind the banner. However, it was a young man wearing a black Taoist robe and bowed to everyone and said, "Ling Chong of the Taixuan Sword Sect, I have seen all the masters!" He took great pains to refine the Spirit Sacrifice Pillar. This treasure can be said to be the opportunity for Ling Chong's Yin Shen Body to achieve enlightenment. It must not be given up. Now, we can only fight together!

The body of the Yang God comes forward, and the body of innate righteousness will not be wrong. The body of the Yin God hides into the realm of the Dongxu, without revealing any yin energy. If the body of the Yin God is exposed, the old monks are afraid that they will immediately take action to subdue him.

Ling Chong just took a look at it on a bet. Monk Wuzhu knew that he was practicing both the mysterious demons and asked him to hinder the magic power of the Soul-Devouring Banner, which might not let other old monks know. As expected, Wuzhu hid the eight old monks in the Buddha's light behind his head, isolated their perceptions and did not let them know about foreign affairs.

When the eight old monks saw Ling Chong, they all frowned. The old monk asked, "Old monk Hute, the little donor is a disciple of the Taixuan Sword Sect, I don't know what happened?" Ling Chong pointed to the broken banner and said, "I have agreed with the Abbot Wuzhu first. This broken banner belongs to me, so I appeared to explain to you all."

The eight old monks frowned and asked Wuzhu: "Abbot, is this true?" The monk Wuzhu smiled bitterly. Ling Chong was very smart and pushed the blame on one of them. He nodded helplessly and said, "Yes, I have made an appointment with Mr. Ling, and this broken banner should belong to him!"

Hu Te said: "This banner was clearly interrupted by us and we can deduce the complete Soul-Devouring Tribulation Method from it. Wouldn't the abbot not know? Why did he easily promise it to outsiders?" Monk Wuzhu coughed repeatedly and said for a while: "The donor Ling has made great achievements. The divine beast Zhu Yan is the temple he introduced to. I have promised him that if he has gained anything, he can choose it first. If he chooses the broken banner, he will not be able to do so."

The old monk Hute was dissatisfied and did not have any trouble with the attack. First, although the seniority of Wuguan was low, it was difficult to refute his face as the abbot. Second, since there was a saying before, it was not easy to snatch the things of the younger generation, especially the Taixuan Sword Sect was even more evil.

Fortunately, Ling Chong was clever and helped the monk Wuzhu to help him laugh and said, "When this item was sacrificed and refined, many precious materials were refined. Now there is no trace of the world of reincarnation. After I bring it back, I will ask the elders in the sect to melt it. If you are interested in the Soul-Devouring Tribulation Method, I will ask the master of the master to take action, print out this method and send it to Vajra Temple in person. How about it?"

The old monk Hute thought about it, stretched his eyebrows slightly, and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Nanwu Vajra Buddha! This temple is not short of that little treasure material, but if the little donor can transfer the complete Soul-Devouring Tribulation Method to this temple, there will be a good reward!"

The Soul-Devouring Tribulation Method is the top magic method to cultivate the soul. Although it will cause endless disasters, it may not be impossible to incorporate it into the Buddhist lineage when it falls into the hands of Vajra Temple. In this way, it can add a magical power that is directly pointed. Even if you have hundreds of years of concentration, you will not be able to resist such temptation!

Furthermore, Guo Chunyang, the Taixuan Sword Sect, is well-known and is a vengeful person. Today, relying on the large number of people and powerful forces, it is okay to steal the banner. But tomorrow, Guo Chunyang will come to the door and call a group of Xuanmen to scold the Vajra Temple for bullying the small. This is absolutely impossible.

Ling Chong smiled and said, "Master, don't worry!" With a wave of his hand, the black and white life and death qi rushed into it, and the broken flag was included in it. The life and death talisman was of infinite use. Although it was not a magic weapon dedicated to the cave, it was still easy to accommodate a small broken flag. It integrates the spirituality of Yin and Yang, and will not be filthy of the soul-devouring true energy. It is the best place to shelter.

When Hu Te saw the black and white life and death aura, the muscles on his face trembled. Ling Chong quickly retracted and released the life and death aura flashed without a trace. Hu Te was embarrassed to ask more questions and gave up. Ling Chong got the soul-devouring banner, and finally did not run away. He was in a good mood. He pointed to the vortex of Yin and Yang Realm and said, "This Yin and Yang corridor leads to the underworld. It is always a disaster to keep it. I don't have that level of magic power. Can you ask the masters to destroy it?"

Monk Wuzhu said, "This is natural! The little donor has a fate with this temple, I think he will meet again soon!" The words were quite meaningful. Ling Chong laughed, bowed to everyone, waved his hand to the ancestor Zhu Yan, and moved the soil to escape from the underground cave heaven and left.

The old monk Hute asked, "The abbot lets him take the Soul-Devouring Banner. What if he refuses to hand over the Soul-Devouring Tribulation Method in the future?" Monk Wuzhu said, "No, Ling Chong is Guo Chunyang's closed disciple. Even if he refuses to hand over the Soul-Devouring Tribulation Method, Guo Chunyang is still a person who wants face and will urge his disciples to fulfill his promise."

The old monk Hute nodded: "I hope so." He turned his head, "The Soul-Snatching Taoist actually has two major distractions. This group of demon souls has to be released by the masters of this temple. Now that he has obtained the Soul-Devouring Banner Dharma, he is even more like a tiger. If he comes to seek revenge, what can he do?"

Monk Wuzhu sighed, "This is the temple that this disaster should be present and cannot be avoided. After all, the elders will help the Master of the Poison and Hand to resolve the soul-devouring demonic thoughts. If you join, you can increase your chances of winning. In addition, the disciples will strengthen the restrictions in the temple so that the devil will not be able to take advantage of it. I will go to find a few old friends and attract some people who help the boxing!"

The Great Vajra Temple and Lanka Temple have always been inconsistent. Even if the Soul-Saving Taoist attacks, they will never ask for help from Lanka Temple. It is better to go to the Xuanmen who have a grudge against the Soul-Saving Taoist in the Xuanmen and win over, such as the Shenmu Island.

In the underground battle, Monk Wuzhu captured the body of the Wuhuang Ghost Ancestor, rescued the Master of the Poison Hand, and used the White Lotus Mandala Array to trap most of the demon souls of the Soul-Snatching Taoist. It is no longer considered a capital loss. However, if the Soul-Snatching Taoist makes a comeback, it will be practiced to achieve the full version of the Soul-Snatching Daoism, and the magic power is even more powerful. Be careful and invite more people to help the boxing.

The old monk Hute said, "Abbot can go back to the temple to arrange it first. We will destroy this Yin-Yang corridor and leave." Monk Wuzhu nodded and led the ancestor Zhu Yan and Monk Wunian to go first.

After Wuzhu left, another old monk asked Hu Te: "Senior brother, the abbot seems to be in great trouble, and he has escaped from the Soul-Saving Taoist, but I am afraid that there will be endless troubles!" Another old monk also said: "The reincarnation plate is heavy and the Xuanmen is facing a great enemy. It is logical that it is the gateway for my Buddhist sect to be broad. Why is the abbot willing to take a risk and plot against the Soul-Saving Taoist, and now it is backfiring, which is not worth the loss!"

Hu Te said: "The abbot has his own plans. When we are old and weak, we don't have to worry about anything else as long as we can expand the gate of Vajra Temple. How about you rest? Let's work together to destroy this corridor first, so as not to cause disaster if another ghost will rush into the world!"

In the fourth floor of the underworld, the earth-yellow fog was surging, and the void suddenly cracked. A demon shadow fell down through the gaps in the two realms! A loud bang hit the underworld, causing smoke and dust to fly. The demon shadow squirmed, revealing a piece of flag face. Countless faces appeared from the demon shadow, and rushed into the soul-devouring banner like swarming, but the soul-devouring Taoist could not wait and began to sacrifice the soul-devouring banner with his magic power.

The Soul-Devouring Banner Yuan Spirit was in desperate situation before he was willing to let go of the core ban and let the Soul-Devouring Taoist sacrifice and refine it. Now that he escaped from the Heaven of Heaven, he had the intention of remorse and blocked the core ban so that the Soul-Devouring Taoist's magic power would enter. However, the previous opening had already opened. Under the unparalleled magic power of the Soul-Devouring Taoist, he finally whined and was sacrificed and refine it through.

Although the demon banner is broken, its magical use remains unabated. It can also obtain the complete magic formula of the Soul-Devouring Tribulation Method by sacrificing the ban. Nearly seven days later, mysterious heavenly sounds were emitted from the demon banner, like the sound of the nine heavens, and the fairy palace was played. Seven kinds of mysterious lights shone unstable. The demon banner shook seven times in a row and turned into the demon shadow.

The demon shadow shook slightly and turned into a human form, covering the body under a black robe, and it was indistinguishable. The man was transformed by the soul-snatching Taoist human and demonic thoughts. He suddenly felt a pair of thin and thin hands deep in the depths, and he roared to the sky!

The roar spread from afar. Within 100,000 miles, any ghost town where there was a ghost, and the ghosts were killed, and they were freed from the robbery. The soul-devouring Taoist roared the ghost for half an hour, and finally stopped, and opened his mouth and sucked hard!

Wind and thunder rose from the ground! Countless turbulences arise, and the power of the Yin God, which implicates the monsters, gathers into its mouth. Guru! It is like a stone falling into a deep well, and the power of the ghosts of countless ghosts is always comparable to the full cultivation of an old master at Attendant. With this great replenishment, the demon body condensed by the soul-destroying Taoist human demon mind becomes stronger.

The soul-devouring Taoist sucked the ghost and suddenly burst into laughter, silenced the clouds, and shouted to himself: "Soul Devouring! You are unwilling to pass on my authentic method. You want to see me suffer the backlash from all spirits. Unexpectedly, your disaster comes first. Now your residual soul does not know which beast it reincarnation, and the soul-devouring banner that you have practiced has fallen into my hands again. With the authentic soul-devouring method, I can deduce a method to solve the flaws. Only in my hands can the soul-devouring path be overwhelmed by the Star Demon Sect and become the largest sect of the demonic path! When I find your reincarnation body, I will definitely throw you into the soul-devouring banner and let you suffer the pain of demonic soul refining for life!"

The voice of the Soul-Devouring Taoist is no longer as overlapping as the previous countless voices, and it is much unified. I don’t know if the magical use of the Soul-Devouring Tribulation Method allows it to integrate the magic power of the whole body and integrate it into one.

The Soul-Devouring Taoist vented for half a day, slaughtered all the creatures around him, and was about to get up and leave. The body of this demon soul was too heavy, and the sacrifice and refining the soul-devouring banner consumed most of its vitality, and it was urgently necessary to refine a new ghost to replenish magic power.

Suddenly, a clapping sound came, and someone laughed and said, "The soul-devouring magical power of the soul-devouring fellow Taoist really amazed me. Such a big thing can be accomplished!" The sound was erratic and extremely strange.

The demon body of the Soul-Devouring Taoist squinted his eyes. There were many crises in the underworld. That was to say, if he didn't harm others, he had accumulated merit. He wanted to see who dared to stroke the tiger's beard lightly and sneered: "Who is it!"

A black light surged from the ground, flowing like a spring. A demon god who was ten feet tall, three heads and four arms, and was covered with white bones. Behind him were two ghost ancestors. That guy was the ancestor Ye Qi, and behind him was Gui Ling and Jia Bo.

The Soul-Snatching Taoist has been practicing for hundreds of years and has not known the recent events of the mysterious demons. He does not know the name of the ancestor Ye Qi. However, his Taoist practice is comparable to his own family, and he is even more powerful. He just keeps his troops in motion. The demon mind is shocked: "I have been in the underworld for a long time, but I don't know that another fellow Taoist who is transcending to the Xuanyin has emerged!"
Chapter completed!