Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 309

The golden ooze given by Yunzheng was stained, and the ancient clock given by Xu Su didn't last long. So far, the four protective instruments given by friends were all destroyed.

Liu Qinghuan flew up in the pool of souls, while looking up: the black energy is too strong, and it is impossible to see how far it is from the exit.

At this moment, he was covered on the outermost layer by the golden mask, and the ghost in the darkness seemed to sense that he wanted to escape, so he entangled him and pulled him down hard, trying to pull him back to the abyss.

Therefore, his speed was greatly affected, and the small space in the pool made it even worse.

no!If it continues like this, he will be consumed to death here!
It seems that Qinglian Yehuo still has to be used.

Liu Qinghuan turned her wrist, and the three-legged Qingluan Lantern was held in her hand.

……

At this time, above the soul pool, ghosts crawled out of the pool one after another, and then rushed to the hill southeast of the palace, where the old nest of the Zhao family's immortal family was located.

At the foot of the mountain, various spells and magic weapons were flying everywhere, and there were crackling sounds one after another, and a large area of ​​the surrounding palaces had been razed.

No one noticed that the dead and silent soul pool suddenly rolled violently, and a blue color was faintly revealed through the prison-like surface.

All the struggling and howling ghosts seemed to be frozen, and a real expression of fear appeared on their blurred faces, and they were all trembling with fright.

A lump suddenly bulged in the middle of the pool, bursting and exploding like a bubble, and a blue lotus blooming quietly floated in the black air, and then another, and then another.

After a few breaths, the blue lotus blossoms had filled the entire soul pool, and as a figure shot out into the sky, the green lotus danced and turned into a spreading fire.

The green lotus purifies the world, and the fire of karma burns.Even if there are thousands of sufferings and all kinds of sins in the world, all the karma and fruit will disappear in the fire.

Liu Qinghuan looked at the sea of ​​green flames below him, and the painful resentful souls who perished in the sea of ​​flames, thinking that this was probably their best result.

They finally don't have to repeat the torture of life and death here, Qinglian Karmic Fire will burn all their resentment and hatred, hate and enmity, and send them back to reincarnation.

However, Liu Qinghuan was also very vigilant, restraining Qinglian Yehuo around the soul pool, preventing it from spreading around.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks drop by drop, and the fire control formulas were fired one after another, but it still showed a bit of effort.

After the black energy in the soul pool was completely burned, and the black stones that built the pool were shattered into powder one by one, and the circles and runes carved on the stones no longer worked, Liu Qinghuan's spells were faster.

After writhing wildly, the wildly dancing Qinglian Yehuo finally returned to the three-legged Qingluan Lantern reluctantly, converging into a small flame.

Liu Qinghuan let out a sigh of relief, and quickly put it back into the ring.

This is the reason why he dare not use Qinglian Yehuo so easily now.Although this fire has been refined, as time goes by, the spirituality of Qinglian Yehuo has become stronger and stronger, and it is obvious that a flame spirit has been born.Before the flame spirit recognizes his master, his restraint will become lower and lower.

On the hill in the distance, a lonely and thin man stood on the top of the mountain. He didn't look at the battlefield where the fighting was going on down the hill, but turned his eyes towards the direction of the soul pool.

After a long while, the blue flame disappeared, and a black-clothed figure flew towards this side quickly. A smile appeared on the man's pale and delicate face, and his low voice drifted in the wind: "It's okay, it's okay..."

A short whistle was on his lips, and the distant whistle sounded again.

Liu Qinghuan dodged a toppled hall, and had just rushed to the edge of the battlefield, when she heard the muffled sound.

This was the third time Xiao Sheng sounded, but every sound seemed to be accompanied by the retreat of the Ghost Army.

Seeing the ghost soldiers retreating one after another, several rays of light gathered in one place, all of them looked puzzled, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Qinghuan saw three familiar people, two men and one woman who had been with Xu Su before, but the other three were nowhere to be seen.There were also several other unknown monks who probably arrived later.

Liu Qinghuan didn't lean over, but looked at Yun Zheng and Xu Su who were still fighting in the distance.

Their opponent was the tall general who led the ghost army before.I saw him holding the Yanyue long knife, full of murderous aura, every time he swung the knife, there was a strong wind howling, bringing out a black and red knife aura.

His movements are mighty and tough, every move has the characteristics of simple and neat military martial arts, and he goes straight to the point, and he is blatantly unafraid of Yun Zheng's cold sword intent.

The two fought close to each other, and their figures were flying. There were continuous vertical and horizontal sword qi and blood-devouring knife qi flying out, cutting deep marks on the ground.

As for Xu Su, he froze from a long distance, one by one water spells hit the ghost general as if they had eyes, making him unbearably disturbed and let out roars again and again.

General Youhun wanted to kill Xu Su, but was dragged by Yunzheng, so he could only turn around and attack Yunzheng fiercely.If Yun Zheng was in a dangerous situation, Xu Su's figure flashed, but he changed positions with Yun Zheng in an instant, his hand was like a Tai Chi circle, and he softly pushed out a shield of clear water to block all attacks.

Liu Qinghuan was dazzled by the sight, the fighting rhythm of the three of them was very fast, and the figures in the field were whirling around, making it almost impossible to see clearly.

"These two guys really had a lot of fun." Liu Qinghuan grumbled, stopped thinking about helping, and watched the battle with hands folded.

Although the ghost general was formidable, but with the more and more tacit cooperation between Yun Zheng and Xu Su, he was actually clumsy, and his defeat was only a matter of time.

And outside the palace in the distance, the solemn little monk Jingjue was sitting in an empty place, the golden Buddha light on his body was as blazing as the sun.

A sound of Sanskrit and Buddha singing spit out from his mouth, turning into circles of rippling ripples, and the mysterious words spread out in the sutra chants.

Those ghosts who retreated after hearing Xiao's sound seemed to be attracted, all of them drifted towards him in a trance.Some have not yet come to him, the black figure has become transparent, and the original numbness and coldness have become peaceful and serene, getting weaker and weaker until they disappear completely.

"This is what the little monk has always wanted to do..." Liu Qinghuan said to himself.

Jingjue's purpose of entering the Ruins of No Return is far more pure than those of them. He just wants to appease the resentment and anger of those ghosts.

Turning around, Liu Qinghuan looked towards Yun Zheng, but her eyes suddenly shrank!
"Stop it..."

A deep and tired voice sounded from the mountain path, and a red cloak first appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The person who came down was short and thin, and walked down the steps slowly.Unlike other ghosts who only have a vague face, his face is no different from that of ordinary people, only paler and thinner, but there is a huge coercion on his body.

All the monks present were shocked, and many of them turned around and fled, disappearing into the palace complex in the blink of an eye.

Yun Zheng and Xu Su retreated after repelling the general, and flew to Liu Qinghuan's side, looking at the man who was walking down slowly like an enemy.

(End of this chapter)