Time passed quickly, and when Fa Hai was ready, it was already less than an hour before midnight.
The moonlight was dim and the earth was silent.
Although the Zhongqian World was good, there was no sentient being, so Fahai had no choice but to sit on the ground in solitude, enjoying the cool breeze blowing, silently enjoying the night beauty of the vast grassland.
Suddenly Fahai's stomach rumbled, but the five internal organs were protesting. Fahai patted his stomach helplessly, took out a dry steamed bun from the mustard bag at his waist, and chewed it one bite at a time in the cool breeze.
For a person who pursues a high-quality life, he has to stupidly chew steamed buns and drink cool breeze here while waiting for the trial. Fahai has become even more impatient in his heart. He wishes he could kill this ghost as soon as possible, and then go down the mountain smoothly and enjoy the popular drink.
Spicy, live a happy and carefree life like a god.
Just when Fa Hai was looking forward to the moon, he suddenly felt a faint wind coming from behind him. This wind was different from the night wind. It was full of cold and evil, but it was somewhat similar to the death air on Tianmu Peak.
Fa Hai can conclude that the protagonist who has been waiting for tonight must have arrived.
Sure enough, within less than three feet behind Fa Hai, there was a bodyless, floating and rootless illusory ghost standing silently. Outside of this illusory ghost, there was a thick layer surrounding it.
The black mist surrounded the ghosts in circles, and the cold and foul air came from the black mist.
"You're here." Fa Hai turned around and greeted lightly while continuing to chew the steamed buns.
"Yes, I'm coming."
The ghost replied in a cold voice that seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell. He did not take advantage of Fahai's turn to attack. Once he knew that attacking Fahai at this distance was futile, Fahai fought against Cangmang Bing.
When he was a snake, he watched the battle with the old monk Wu Ai. He was deeply impressed by Fa Hai's spell casting speed. Secondly, with his life span of more than 1,500 years and nearly three decades of magical power, it can be said that he is far better than Fa Hai.
He doesn't need to sneak attack at all.
"You shouldn't have come." Fa Hai licked the steamed bun residue at the corner of his mouth and shook his head.
"But I have to come."
The ghost smiled sinisterly and said, "Old monk Wuhao said that as long as you use up all your magic power and devour your dharma image, I can be free."
"I'm afraid you will die even more miserably then." Fahai took another bite of the steamed bun and said disdainfully, "Do you dare to believe what the monk said?"
"Of course I don't believe it. You people are better at telling lies than us ghosts! But killing a few more monks will make me feel better after being imprisoned by you for nearly a thousand years. Jie... Jie..."
The ghost laughed, and the laughter was like the neighing of a night owl, which looked extremely terrifying in the dark night.
"Ha ha."
Fahai also smiled, his smile was extremely sincere and harmless, and his white teeth stood out in the dark night, "You ghosts are so interesting, I waited for you until midnight in vain."
"Jie... Jie..., a simple and straightforward monk like you is rare. You are not at all pretentious like your fellow disciples."
After the ghost said that, he said proudly as if he was convinced of Fa Hai, "So, today I will break the rule and wait until you finish your last words before taking action!"
"Last words..." Fahai shook his head helplessly, pushed forward the half-eaten steamed bun in his hand, and still asked unhurriedly, "Would you like to eat it?... Well, I forgot that you are a ghost, yes."
I don’t know how to eat steamed buns.”
The momentum of the ghost shadow suddenly stagnated, and two phosphorus lights like will-o'-the-wisps suddenly appeared in the black mist, locking on Fa Hai's body. As soon as his body floated, he rushed towards him with a wave of sinister wind.
Fahai suddenly stretched out his hand and made a stop gesture, "Wait! I haven't said my last words yet, right?"
"What else do you want to say?"
The ghost shadow paused slightly, and the will-o'-the-wisp in the black mist became more powerful. He was already impatient. In the past two thousand years, he had never met such a verbose monk. He couldn't help but feel contempt in his heart. I asked you to say your last words.
Are you serious about provoking you to take action? I really don’t know how you got this IQ? The monks in Dalin are really getting better and better every generation!
"I just want to say that the position you are standing in right now is just right..." Fa Hai shrugged his nose and said suddenly.
"What exactly?" Guiying was stunned.
Fahai held the steamed bun in one hand, clasped the index finger and thumb of the other hand, and made a lotus finger gesture. Suddenly a drop of blood squeezed out from the fingertips. With a thought, the drop of blood suddenly turned into a bright red flame. Fahai flexed his fingers and gently
Bounced upward, his face became more sincere and harmless, and he replied a little shyly,
“Just right for lighting a fire~”
Before he finished speaking, the small flame flying into the air had turned into a blazing flame, illuminating a hundred feet in radius in bright red.
"It's a small trick, you think that with just a ball of red lotus flame..."
Halfway through the ghost's words, he suddenly discovered that under the reflection of the flames, dozens or hundreds of blood-red swastika patterns suddenly appeared on the ground. These patterns were floating out of thin air, and the Brahma light was faint within them.
Breeding powerful mana fluctuations, what made him even more horrified was that the center of these swastika patterns was right under his feet.
Looking down instinctively, Guiying suddenly felt like crying, because the largest of these swastikas was right under his body.
"Nine-grade Red Lotus Array?"
Under the light of the fire, the ghost figure suddenly felt that Fahai's seemingly sincere and harmless face was extremely abominable, but he never dared to move even a little bit, because he knew what these swastika patterns were, and he also knew that as long as Fahai's mind power
If he moves, he will be burned to ashes by the red lotus fire emitted by the dozens or hundreds of red lotus arrays.
"Yes, it is the Red Lotus Array."
Fahai smiled slightly, his smile was still so sincere and harmless, but the words in his mouth almost drove Guiying out of his wits, "Look, I knew you were going to come to me, so it's okay to be idle these few hours, right?"
No, I happened to be practicing the Brahma Fire Lotus Repentance, so I made some gadgets to pass the time, not much, just a red lotus array..."
"you you……"
Guiying was so angry that he couldn't speak. This seemingly harmless little monk in front of him was simply too despicable. Do you want to bring him like this? You are here for a trial, not to trick me. Why don't you try this?
What the hell are you doing? With eighty-one red lotus arrays stacked up, even an eighth-grade Yang ghost can’t stand it!
"Little monk, I don't have any other shortcomings. I'm just too honest. I told you a long time ago that I shouldn't come, but you still don't believe me. Alas!" Fahai continued to stimulate me to make matters worse.
After hearing this, the ghost immediately looked up to the sky and howled in depression. He had never been so depressed in thousands of years.
It is not that Guiying has never encountered Dalin disciples who are good at setting up formations, but Dalin Temple specializes in Zen martial arts. Even if the disciples who came to the trial in the past set up formations in advance, they simply set up a few magic formations to assist in the fight. Against three
With Jiazi's cultivation level, he can't pose much of a threat. Who would have thought that today he would encounter a different kind of Fahai, who specially set up formations for Yin? He didn't say anything about it, but he also laid out ninety-nine and eighty-one red lotus formations in one breath. This is too much for him.
Right? Also, how could a ninth-grade disciple set up so many ninth-grade magic formations in such a short period of time? Also, how could a disciple who had just come down from the mountain to practice have three ninth-grade magical powers? And...
The ghost's countless questions finally merged into a shout, "Wuhao old bald donkey, I don't want to play anymore, take me back quickly!"
"Don't you never believe what I say?"
Suddenly there was a cold snort from the sky, it was Elder Wu'an, "However, I always keep my word. If you can't complete your mission today, don't even think about coming back!"
"I've known for a long time that you, an old bald donkey, are the worst of all, otherwise your master wouldn't have named you Wu Ai."
When the ghost heard this, he immediately became angry. Wasn't this forcing him to die? He immediately looked up to the sky and roared, "Don't you see that this little bald donkey won't fight me fairly?"
"Amitabha, there is no conventional way to test. What's more, you already understood his magical powers before you came, so you already had the upper hand. He waited for work and set up an array to lure you. It was just to win back a city, so what's the point?
Unfair talk? Now you have brought it upon yourself and will not live!"
"Old bald donkey, without me, who will help you test your disciples in the future?" Ghost Shadow roared unwillingly.
"There are so many useless people like you in the Great Leifeng Pagoda who have not been promoted to the eighth level despite practicing for more than 1,500 years."
Elder Wu'an's voice came again, "Senior nephew Fa Hai, you passed the test! As a reward, this old devil will be handed over to you..."
"Thank you, Uncle Wu'an!"
When Fahai heard this, he was overjoyed. He titheed towards the sky, then looked at the stunned ghost with a wicked smile, and said happily, "The poor monk is the most merciful, so I will give you a chance to choose today."
, do you choose to let me burn you, or let me burn you, or let me burn you?"