The resentful ghosts and the black mist intertwined together, as if they were fighting on the battlefield.
"Why do those resentful ghosts protect us?" Hua Wanzhao was puzzled.
Just by possessing Pei Jidong and others, allowing them to experience their own despair instead of taking the opportunity to seize their bodies, it can be said that these resentful ghosts are of good character, but it is unbelievable that the resentful ghosts protect the monks.
Ning Chenhao said: "Rather than protecting us, these resentful ghosts hate the villagers deeply. Even if they become resentful ghosts, even if those villagers have been killed by me, they still want to take action themselves."
That's right, now it's a battle between ghosts and ghosts.
Hua Wanzhao looked at Hei Wu, who was tearing away his resentment, in disbelief: "That's the formation plate given to me by Master. Even if these ghosts are fierce, they can't possibly break the Mahayana formation!"
Everyone's nerves were tense: Could it be that there is something more troublesome than Wu Xie in this village?
Knowing the truth about this village, Pei Jitong couldn't bear to see those resentful ghosts who died with hatred being killed again: "We have to find a way to separate them."
Although Resentment has a numerical advantage, Black Mist is obviously stronger.
Under the repeated tearing of the black mist, the resentment became thinner visibly to the naked eye.
Hua Wanzhao was very puzzled: "It is said that the formation time of the resentful spirits is longer and their strength should be stronger. What's more, they still have a numerical advantage. Why are they beaten by these recently dead ghosts?"
"Because those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Those resentful ghosts are those who wear shoes. Their thoughts are simple and they simply want to take revenge on the villagers; while the fierce ghosts are barefoot. They were poor and burdened with debts during their lifetime, and they were released after death.
All evil thoughts and resentful ghosts are naturally no match."
Ning Chenhao slowly drew out his long sword: "Little Master, I will deal with them. You find a way to break this ghost world."
"rather……"
Hua Wanzhao was just about to say that you were not all spiritually exhausted when she saw Ning Chenhao take out a bottle of Spiritual Recovery Pill and pour it into his mouth.
Seeing this, Hua Wanzhao took out a formation disk and handed it to Pei Jitong: "In case Ning Chenhao can't stand it anymore, use this to protect everyone."
Pei Jitong took it silently.
As the eldest disciple of the sect leader and the highest-level alchemy cultivator among the group, he actually had to be protected by two disciples who had only been with him for two years. It must be said that at this moment, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Hua Wanzhao had no time to take into account Pei Jitong's sensitive little thoughts at this time.
It is not difficult to protect everyone. She still has a lot of defensive arrays in her hand. It should be no problem to hold on to the people outside to break the barrier.
But it would be really unfair if those grievances were swallowed up by the black mist.
On this point, she and Pei Jitong had the same idea.
Hua Wanzhao lightly touched the barrier with her sword, but nothing happened.
It seems that this is an ordinary trapped area and will not attack people.
After thinking about it, Hua Wanzhao injected spiritual energy into the epee and slashed at the barrier with all her strength.
As expected, the barrier remained motionless.
After all, this is something in the novel that is broken only by the halo of the male protagonist.
Relying on brute force is not enough. I wonder if I can try to be opportunistic...
A few feet away, Ning Chenhao injected his spiritual energy into the long sword. He was born with a thunderous sword. Even if he did not intentionally use thunder, his spiritual power was naturally restrained against evil spirits.
Each sword forcefully separated the resentful ghost and the fierce ghost. Ning Chenhao pushed the resentful ghost to the edge of the ghost world, where Hua Wanzhao placed a trap formation.
The seemingly simple action took a huge toll on Ning Chenhao.
He not only had to ensure that every sword could separate the two, but he also had to be careful not to cause excessive damage to them, especially the resentful ghosts who had been injured by the villagers' ghosts.
Hua Wanzhao is still thinking.
Cheng Yingying's voice suddenly reached her ears: "Hurry up, Ning Chenhao has swallowed another bottle of Spiritual Recovery Pill!"
No wonder Cheng Yingying is so anxious.
Generally, when a monk has exhausted his spiritual power, taking such a large amount of spiritual recovery pills will make his body feel uncomfortable afterwards. However, Ning Chenhao has just built a foundation, so doing so under such circumstances may cause the foundation to become unstable.
Fast? Spiritual power?
A flash of inspiration flashed in Hua Wanzhao's mind.
She remembered that in a novel she had read, the male protagonist used a special method to break the barrier, making his spiritual power fluctuate more frequently than the other party's spiritual power when he set up a barrier. It seemed to be using some kind of physical principle.
.
It's been a long time, but there are still some impressions in my mind.
Now she has no good solution and is treating a dead horse as a living horse.
Hua Wanzhao once again injected spiritual power into the epee.
This time she pressed the tip of the epee against the barrier, slowly increasing the frequency of fluctuations in her spiritual power.
This kind of operation is very familiar to Hua Wanzhao, and Master Juyong has very strict requirements in this regard.
Gradually, Hua Wanzhao's barrier, which had failed to hit even a single blow with all her strength, began to emit a harsh scream, as if she was trying hard to support her own existence.
On the other side of the barrier, Mu Linxiao finally defeated Wu Xie. He was in a rare embarrassment and could no longer maintain his disguise.
A quarter of an hour ago, Wu Xie went crazy and attacked Mu Linxiao without hesitation.
Based on Mu Linxiao's experience, he immediately guessed that someone had taken action against the villagers, the source of Wuxie, otherwise Wuxie would not have suddenly lost control.
Wu Xie was tied into a ball of rice dumplings with obscure runes.
Mu Linxiao threw it aside and walked to the ghost world.
Just as he was about to gather his spiritual power, a crack appeared in the barrier in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, the crack expanded rapidly and spread into a spider web overnight.
Crackling——
It was the sound of the barrier breaking.
Mu Linxiao looked at Hua Wanzhao who still held the sword on the other side of the barrier, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.
Just when he was about to make a few jokes, a cold light flashed in his eyes the next second.
But before he could speak, Hua Wanzhao pointed at Ning Chenhao who was still fighting with the black mist and said: "Mu Linxiao, go and help -"
He actually doesn't even care about maintaining a low-key and polite persona.
After all, Mu Linxiao was a monk from the Yuan Dynasty. He understood the situation in front of him at a glance and understood Hua Wanzhao's thoughts in an instant——
She didn't want those resentful ghosts to disappear.
"What a kind-hearted little master..." Mu Linxiao sighed, shook off the black blood belonging to Wu Xie on the long sword, took over Ning Chenhao's position, and threw him out at the same time.
Ning Chenhao, who was thrown back into the crowd:...
Mu Linxiao's efficiency was not comparable to that of Ning Chenhao, but within the time of a stick of incense, the two sides of the resentful ghost and the fierce ghost were clearly distinguished.
Pei Jitong leaned over and saluted: "My disciple's failure to do things has caused injuries to his junior fellow apprentices. Please punish me, uncle."
"I am not your master, you can talk to the head brother about this." Mu Lin smiled and waved his hand, expressing that he did not want to overstep his authority.
As he said that, a burst of spiritual power hit him, and Pei Jitong suddenly felt much more comfortable.
Although he is still unable to use his spiritual power, the pain in his meridians is no longer of concern.
Hua Wanzhao asked: "What should we do now?"
"Little Master, don't worry, someone will come to clean up the mess soon."
"What's the meaning?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light flashed across the horizon, followed by a melodious Buddha's name: "Amitabha——"