Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 12
"Back?"

When I heard it, I was immediately shocked.

A ghost almost died, what else?
Zhenjue rolled his eyes, and hurriedly said: "Little Taoist priest, don't you just let the poor monk go to lead the battle again, and then you come to pick up the bargain?"

Jiang Xiaoliu really wanted to split his brain with a sword to see what this bald man was thinking?
I didn't even say thank you for saving your life, but I provoked you again and again. Do you really think that others are blind or that Daoist's sword is not sharp?

"You don't need to shoot, just watch from the side!"

If the apprentice hadn't been rescued yet, he would have left the picker immediately.

Just based on the ghost aura he sensed just now, far surpassing the red-clothed ghost before, not to mention his true consciousness, I'm afraid ten of them tied together will not work, and they will surely reach bliss early today.

I really feel happy in my heart, this little Taoist priest is still young, a few words arouse his temper, he insists on proving himself, at first glance he is a Tianjiao disciple trained by some sect, he has two brushes but is arrogant.

Let him fight with Li Gui for a while later, and then find an opportunity to sacrifice the magic weapon to grab the head. At that time, it will be more powerful. At least he will have his own share of the credit. Report to the temple, there is something to say.

After making up his mind, Zhenjue sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for the opportunity.

Jiang Xiaoliu shook his head, walked to the altar, exhaled loudly, and yelled: "Listen, people behind, the evil ghost has been eliminated, and let my apprentice go quickly. If you are still obsessed, don't blame the young master for being merciless." .”

The method of Tongyou can talk to gods and ghosts, come and go to the underworld, and when he is in a hurry, he will learn from Monkey King and go to the underworld to move rescuers. He does not believe that his own system is added to him. He can invite gods to build a house, but he cannot ask ghosts to help find them. personal.

By silently reciting the mantra "Tongyou", one must display supernatural powers.

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed Zhenjue noticed an old ghost floating out of the distant black mist.

This old ghost was wearing ancient costumes, with half of his face missing, his chest and ribs rolled out, revealing his dark internal organs, and half of his legs missing, as if torn off by a wild beast, and strands of muscles were sagging.

Disgusting is disgusting enough, but his eyes are dazed and his ghostly aura is dim. It is obvious that he is just a wandering spirit that has just formed.

This is the lowest level of ghosts, usually formed in a specific environment and with persistent obsessions during life. At most, it will cause nightmares and mental weakness, but it will not be fatal.

"Wait a moment!"

The spell "Tongyou" that was about to take shape was interrupted, Jiang Xiaoliu clenched his fists and glared at Zhenjue.

Zhenjue got up slowly, and the soft Buddha light bloomed on the cassock again, and the whole person became dignified.

"Amitabha, don't force me, the little real man, let's take a break and let the poor monk come."

"Are you sure you're coming?"

Jiang Xiaoliu was forced to do nothing, and was about to hang up. How dare this half-baked player come?
"Amitabha, as the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, even if the body dies and the dao disappears, the poor monk must fight the evil spirits to the end!"

At this moment, the golden light on Zhenjue's body became even more dazzling, like a humanoid bath bully, which warmed the hearts of the frightened Wang Changxing and others, and their eyes looking at Zhenjue softened a lot.

Zhenjue glanced secretly, feeling secretly proud.

He slowly walked up to the confused wandering old ghost, deliberately mixed with mana and said: "The world is confused, my Buddha is merciful, and this poor monk will save you from the next life. May you have many children and blessings in the next life, and avoid disasters."

A series of mantras were cadenced and hit people's hearts directly, making everyone's hearts shocked when they heard it, as if they had realized something.

Looking at the wandering old ghost again, the ghost aura on his body became clearer and more transparent, and he seemed to recover a trace of clarity soon. He bowed to Zhenjue and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Zhenjue turned around, and said to Jiang Xiaoliu with the appearance of an eminent monk: "Young man, don't just know how to fight and kill. You must know that evil spirits are born in nature, not human intentions. If they are like my Buddha , willing to suffer for sentient beings physically and mentally, the world of mortals will be illuminated by the Buddha's light and enjoy the mercy of my Buddha."

The strange thing is that Jiang Xiaoliu, who was furious in his imagination, smiled strangely, and pointed behind him with his finger.

Zhenjue also suddenly noticed the chilly and ghostly air behind him, and turned around quickly. After seeing that it was another wandering spirit, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Amitabha, since I have met you, even if there are ten, one hundred, one thousand poor monks here, I will save you all to be reborn in bliss."

Reluctantly mentioning the little mana left, the golden light on his body has also dimmed a lot, Zhenjue secretly complained, most of the mana was spent on the special effect halo, if there is only one left after it is overthrown, then it will be pulled down.

As soon as the words fell, another wandering soul flew out from the darkness.

The corner of Zhenjue's mouth twitched, secretly thinking that today is going to be hard.

Just as this thought arose, two wandering souls followed.

Four wandering souls wandered aimlessly.

I really felt my heart skip a beat, and I gritted my teeth, I have to spend my money today.

Just as he was about to activate the master's magic weapon, Zhenjue was dumbfounded.

One after another, one team after another, one group after another. . . . . .

Dense, endless.

I really feel that my brain is about to explode. Is this a ghost nest?
Or is the ghost gate given a holiday in advance?
I've never seen so many ghosts in my life.

I really felt frightened for a moment, standing there blankly, I forgot to read the scriptures, and I didn't have the time to bless the special effects of light on my body, my mind and eyes were blank, and my eyes were full of all kinds of wandering spirits.

Hundreds of wandering spirits appeared, even the lowest-level ghosts, making the huge construction site look like a hellish mansion. Wang Changxing and others were surprised to find that they exhaled, and black ice crystals condensed under their feet. A single layer of frost slowly climbed up on his body, but strangely, he didn't feel the slightest coldness, instead, his blood flow accelerated, and his whole body felt warm.

At this moment, in the eyes of countless wandering souls, people like Wang Changxing are like the heat source luminous bodies in thermal imaging equipment. Groups of people gathered together are even more vigorous and full of yang, especially under the blessing of Qiu Dengping's evil method, ghost qi Rioting, everyone's scarlet eyes widened, as if they were the most delicious blood food.

The next moment, countless wandering souls couldn't bear it any longer, and many of them were traveling through the sky and the ground, and even the ground, rushing towards everyone.

As the vanguard Zhenjue who actively asks to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

At this moment, there are ten thousand lovely beasts flying past my heart.

"It's over, it's over, it's time to see the Buddha."

"Get out of here!"

Jiang Xiaoliu on the side had used "Tong You" since the start of beating the group of ghosts. With a loud shout, the group of ghosts were shocked, and they dared not follow.

The method of Earth Sha 72 Changes is a method that directly leads to the Dao. It has long since disappeared in the mortal world, and now it reappears in the mortal world. Even though there are many wandering souls, they are still obediently restrained.

Of course, with Jiang Xiaoliu's current mana and realm, he could only deter the ghosts, but it would be difficult to calm down or save the ghosts directly if he wanted to speak out.

"Hehehe, little Taoist priest, I really underestimated you."

The shivering group of ghosts suddenly resumed their actions, and the ghostly aura was even stronger, and the evil aura was overwhelming.

Surrounded by a group of ghosts, a ghost priest with disheveled hair, dark brown blood dripping from his seven orifices, and blue scales all over his skin appeared in front of everyone.

It was Qiu Dengping.

"Who the hell are you and why did you kidnap my apprentice Wang Lin?"

Jiang Xiaoliu rushed forward, picked it up and threw it behind him.

Feeling so grateful, he was too scared to move.

"Who am I? Daoist is still curious about who you are, Qingyun Temple in Qingyun Ridge? I have practiced Daoism for most of my life, but I have never heard of it. Could it be some hidden sect?"

"Xiaomen Xiaopai, it's normal if you haven't heard of it, please show your hand and let my apprentice go!"

Qiu Dengping laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, let your apprentice go. If it weren't for you, my 30 years of Taoism would have been ruined in one day? If it wasn't for you, would I be what I am today?"

"I don't seem to know you. I only went down the mountain twice, and the total didn't exceed two days. How could I offend you?"

Qiu Dengping stared, and shouted angrily: "Pretend me again, did you break the big formation in the bathing center? Did you undo the evil ghost curse on Wang Lin?"

"It turned out to be you, but you are also a person of cultivation. If you have grievances and revenge, you can just find me. Why do you involve an innocent young man?"

"Hehe, this kid Wang Lin is very talented and has excellent bones. Why didn't I realize that this kid is a well-versed Taoism wizard before, otherwise he wouldn't cast any evil ghost curses, but passed on him sincerely. Taoism, let him inherit my mantle, what a pity, what a pity!"

"What a pity? Could it be that Wang Lin..."

Jiang Xiaoliu's heart tightened, and a bad premonition came to his mind.

(End of this chapter)