The movement of the body was getting faster and faster, and the obese monk continued to test out: "What a way to die. It seems that fellow Taoist is very confident in himself?!"
"If I'm not mistaken, my fellow Taoist's injuries are really serious. Just for a few friendships, why would you sacrifice your life in vain?"
The smile on Su Twelve's face did not diminish at all, "I may not be the one who loses his life. A few minor injuries will suffice to kill you..."
At the end of the words, Su Twelve's breath was weak, but two rays of light burst out from his eyes.
"Okay, okay! Since fellow Taoist is so confident, I would like to learn what fellow Taoist can do!"
The obese monk's eyes were cold and his face was filled with anger.
Regardless of whether the person in front of him was bluffing or not, for this reason, he was really angry.
As soon as he finished speaking, the soul flag in his hand shone brightly.
The fat monk took the lead in taking the initiative, aiming to seize the opportunity.
The evil ghosts surrounding him, waving the soul flags in his hand, let out sharp and piercing screams, and headed straight for Su Twelve.
The evil ghosts of wronged souls have different levels of cultivation, but with the blessing of the soul flag, before they can launch an offensive, the cold ghost energy released around them forms billowing black mist, and engulfs Su Twelve's figure first.
The temperature in the surrounding area dropped sharply, and the ghost energy quietly penetrated into Su Twelve's body, affecting Su Twelve's own will and the movement of the immortal energy in his body.
Su Twelve had a firm will and was not affected at all. However, the injuries on his body were not healed, and the ghost energy interfered with him, so the movement of his body immediately became sluggish.
The ghostly aura filled the air, shrouding Su Twelve's figure in darkness and mist.
Thousands of evil ghosts each activated their magic spells, causing strong energy fluctuations.
Almost at the same time as thousands of evil ghosts moved, the fat monk's other hand suddenly swung out from behind his back.
The evil energy condensed in his hand was instantly submerged into a black spike-like magic weapon filled with evil energy.
"Whoosh!"
There was a sound of breaking through the sky, and the long nail magic weapon was mixed with the ghosts, and disappeared into the black mist where the ghost energy condensed.
One light and one dark, the attacks from both hands are launched at the same time, making it difficult for people to guard against it!
"puff……"
What followed was the muffled sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood.
After the muffled sound, the figure in the mist didn't wait for a response, and the energy in his body disappeared without a trace.
"Huh? That guy just lost his energy and is now dead?"
Feeling the disappearance of Qi in the ghost mist, the fat monk's pupils shrank, and his first reaction was to increase his vigilance and vigilance.
The physical body is operating to the limit, and the true energy of the whole body is fully lifted.
However, after a few breaths passed, there was still nothing strange in the ghost mist, which made him gradually let go of his worries.
"However, my soul-destroying nail is made from a piece of ghost wood. Not only does it contain a strong ghost energy, but it has also been nurtured by evil energy for many years."
"Not to mention a seriously injured One-Calamity Loose Immortal. Even if the distraction period exists, if he is hit by the Soul-Destroying Nail without warning, he will still have to fight for half of his life!"
"This guy has been hit by my Soul-Destroying Nail. There is no chance he will survive."
"Apparently, I really thought too much. With such a serious injury, this guy must have gone through a hard battle before. Even if he had any back-ups, I'm afraid he would have used them long ago."
"Hmph! I thought he would be a strong enemy, but I didn't expect him to be a bluffing and sensational clown!"
"It's a pity...it's really ridiculous to sacrifice your life for so-called friendship!"
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and he murmured in a low voice. The fat monk showed disdain and disdain on his face.
In his opinion, fighting for others is something that is simply incomprehensible.
Especially when you are seriously injured and know that you will die.
Quickly suppressing his emotions, the fat monk's eyes fell again on the figures of the Yunge Sect monks on the mountain below.
This time, his mentality was more relaxed.
The soul flag swayed slightly in his hand, and he immediately commanded a group of souls to continue attacking everyone in the field.
But the evil element stirred, and the soul flag waved in his hand.
The ghostly mist formed by thousands of ghosts not far away did not move at all.
In the fog, the evil ghosts of wronged souls roared, but there was no sign of being affected by the soul flags at all.
"Huh? How come?"
The sudden change made the obese monk's heart skip a beat.
Before he could react, he saw streaks of holy Buddha light penetrating through the heavy ghost mist.
In the darkness, Su Twelve slowly walked out. He was obviously wearing a Xuanzong Taoist robe, but the light of the Holy Buddha shone around him, making him look mysterious and holy.
Su Twelve moved his lips quickly and recited Buddhist sutras. The sound was not loud, but it echoed endlessly, as if tens of millions of people were chanting sutras and chanting mantras at the same time.
The sound became denser and denser, and the Buddha's light around Su Twelve became brighter and brighter.
The Buddha's light is like the rising sun, shining in all directions.
Bathed in the Buddha's light, the evil ghosts who were originally in great pain, full of resentment, hatred, and had ferocious and twisted faces gradually calmed down and returned to their original appearance.
In an instant, the ghostly aura on his body faded away, and the figures turned into dots of white light and dissipated under the Buddha's light.
He actually got rid of the shackles of the soul flag and entered reincarnation again.
"Buddha...Buddhist magic, you...you are actually a member of Buddhism?!"
Seeing Su Twelve walking out, the obese monk's expression changed drastically and his eyes were horrified.
You must know that whether it is evil practices or evil spirits or ghosts and ghosts, they are all extremely evil and evil things.
The breath is invisible, but it has the effect of polluting the monks' true energy and magical weapons, which also gives many monks headaches.
And almost ninety-nine percent of the secret methods of Buddhism are the most powerful and most yang methods.
Under the same realm and the same level of power, evil spirits, ghosts, and even monsters are restrained to a certain extent.
At this moment, the souls in front of you are under the Buddhist scriptures and the light of the Buddha, breaking away from the shackles of the soul flags and reentering reincarnation. This is the best example.
Using ghost objects or ghost flags to deal with a monk of the same realm who is proficient in Buddhist magic is no different from beating a dog with a meat bun.
Even if the other party is injured, the level of cultivation of the ghost is far inferior to that of the other party!
At this moment, the obese monk felt very upset.
But as he said this, he thought of something and shook his head vigorously.
"No...no, even if you are a Buddhist monk, how can you be completely unaffected by my Soul-Destroying Nail?"
The fat monk continued to speak, his originally relaxed heart suddenly raised to his throat.
"Sorry, I have never been in the habit of answering dead people's questions!"
Su Twelve stopped chanting, but the sound of chanting continued to echo around him.
The indifferent voice sounded, and Su Twelve could only see the murderous intent in his eyes.
He didn't want to waste time, he just wanted to fight quickly, but the evil cultivator in front of him was not easy to deal with.
He clearly had the advantage in cultivation, and his attacks were quick and decisive, preemptive, and his attacks were both bright and dark, which can be described as insidious and ruthless.
If I were in my heyday and faced this kind of attack, I would naturally be able to resolve it easily.
Unfortunately, he was seriously injured and has not recovered, and his flying sword, the Mystic Magic Sword, was almost destroyed in a thunderstorm area and cannot be used again.
Even if the space secret method is activated, it is very difficult to activate it.
As a last resort, we can only escape into the small space world of Jiuxiao Linglong Tower at the critical moment to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.
But now, the opponent's offensive has fallen, and it's time to counterattack.