The system asked me, a weak woman, to challenge a saint

The buildings on both sides of the streets in the deserted village were in dilapidated condition, with almost no intact buildings, as if a devastating disaster had occurred. A deep fear suddenly emerged in Xiao Yuhan's heart. She felt as if she had become a lonely living person who broke into this underworld.

At this moment, a gloomy wind came from the end of the street, passing through the dead branches and causing a howling sound. Then, a group of ghost monks quietly appeared in Xiao Yuhan's field of vision. They were dressed in tattered clothes and hats, and their whole bodies exuded a strange black aura, like demons from the Nine Netherworld. The ghosts surrounding them kept showing cruel and strange faces.

What's even more terrifying is that behind these ghost monks, there are many stiff and slow-moving zombies. Their skin is tight and rotten and black; their eyes are sunken, revealing the horror of death; their fangs grow out of nowhere and are as sharp as knives. These zombies had heavy steps and amazing strength. They seemed to be endlessly approaching the area where Xiao Yuhan was hiding.

As they approached, the ghost monk raised an evil smile on his lips and used his corpse control skills to drive the zombies to clean all the houses and corners in the area. At the same time, those Yin spirits also began to launch mental attacks indiscriminately across the entire village. Since the zombies themselves have no souls, the Yin spirits' attacks have no effect on them, and the ghost monks have already withdrawn from the Yin spirits' attack range. It seemed that only Xiao Yuhan was within the attack range.

When these evil spirits attacked Xiao Yuhan's soul, Xiao Yuhan, as a time traveler, seemed quite stressed. Since she had received a materialistic education since she was a child, she was not as mentally determined as the local monks in the aura world to directly attack the soul.

Although she tried hard to stabilize her mind, each mental attack became stronger and stronger. Even if there was a system to quickly channel these negative mental thoughts, she was still unable to resist. However, at the critical moment, Xiao Yuhan suddenly felt a sense of coolness pouring into her body and rushing straight into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, clearing away all the invading evil thoughts, and the oppression from the Yin spirits was no longer a threat in an instant. Xiao Yuhan suspiciously checked along her body, and finally she hid an amulet in the information scroll she handed over to the Shangqing Palace. This amulet should have been secretly inserted by Zhou Ziyi. This amulet originated from the Shangqing Palace of the Heavenly Master Dao, and was very powerful to the Ghost Dao. The mental attacks have a very obvious restraining effect. Xiao Yuhan looked at the simple amulet with mixed feelings in her heart.

The people who saved people were saved by those who were being saved, which made her feel extremely embarrassed and regretful. If Zhou Ziyi is gone, who will she find to repay this kindness?

At this time, Xiao Yuhan was avoiding the siege of zombies and resisting the invasion of souls. However, once she was exposed, she would immediately fall into the siege of ghost monks. At this time, she was on the edge of life and death.

The night shrouded this deserted village, filled with thick gloom, as if it was enclosed in an isolated world. Xiao Yuhan huddled in the corner of a dilapidated house. Facing the zombie groups approaching from all directions, her heart was filled with worry and panic.

She knew that she would not be able to escape this disaster no matter what, and now she had to face the siege of dozens of powerful ghost monks, which made her feel lingering fear. In desperation, Xiao Yuhan felt an indescribable pressure.

\"Sister Xuan, the situation seems to be very bad now. I have no way to escape. I can feel these ghost monks surrounding this area. As soon as I show up, they will surround me. Kill. Is there anything else you can do? \" Xiao Yuhan asked Xiao Xuan anxiously.

\"Don't worry, Xiaohan, I told you that this world is safe for you. Have you forgotten that in addition to the magical power of hiding, your magic bell also has another ability to exorcise ghosts? Break evil. Now is the best time to use it. Are you going to let this little guy be your burial object?" Xiao Xuan said in a joking tone.

When Xiao Yuhan heard the news, she suddenly remembered that when she was experimenting with the Wind Controlling Divine Bell, she felt a little regretful because she couldn't find the most sinister place near Jiankang. How could she forget that the magic weapon in her hand had such special magical powers. She hurriedly looked through the divine bell and found that it was engraved with some words that she had never understood. She could not understand it at all, and she had no time to figure out what these words meant.

"Xiao Xuan, can you tell me what is written on this?" Xiao Yuhan asked eagerly at this time.

\"You obtained this treasure in the secret realm of the Saints. The runes engraved on it are naturally the runes of the Saints. It describes a kind of divine power of the Saints that defies the heavens. It's normal that you can't understand it. I'll tell you what it means specifically. I won’t go into details. You will experience it later. Now I will directly tell you the motivating formula. Hold the divine bell to your chest and recite the formula silently. The divine bell will surround you and help you disperse the unclean things around you. \"Xiao Xuan told Xiao Yuhan in a mysterious tone.

A piece of information translated by Xiao Xuan was directly transmitted into Xiao Yuhan's mind, and she began to understand the connection between the magic weapon's magic formula and this magic weapon.

Some magical powers of high-level magic weapons require the holder to understand the power of the laws that the magic weapon can exert, stimulate the potential of the magic weapon through the mental connection between himself and the magic weapon, and then use the magic formula to coordinate the monk's magic power with the stimulated potential of the magic weapon. Use the supreme magical power of magic weapon. Therefore, for this type of magic weapon, if the holder does not have a deep understanding of the magic weapon, it is meaningless to just recite the mantra.

Xiao Yuhan held this mysterious magic weapon from the Saint Clan and felt her deepening spiritual connection with it. The night was getting darker and darker, and even the red light in the distance was obscured by the dense group of corpses. Everything was so gloomy and suffocating that Xiao Yuhan, who was rapidly comprehending magical powers, felt a strong danger coming.

\"It's now!\" Xiao Xuan suddenly reminded.

Xiao Yuhan, who didn't know if he had understood it thoroughly, nervously raised the divine bell to his chest. With the injection of Tiangang Qi, the divine bell emitted a dazzling light in an instant, as dazzling as sunlight. Under the influence of this light, the surrounding Yin spirits screamed and then disappeared. The zombies illuminated by the light were instantly cut off from the ghost monks, and the corpses fell to the ground one after another.

“The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the gods and ghosts are obscure;

Subjugate demons and exorcise evil spirits, and the sound of the bell will shine.

The divine bell controls the wind, destroys the void and promotes the solid state;

Seal all laws, and shine a bright light. "

As the magic formula full of spiritual power was recited from Xiao Yuhan's mouth. The light of the divine bell increased greatly, and the small bell swayed into the sky. Yufeng also flew up from Xiao Yuhan's hand, with two bells arranged up and down.

"jingle!"

With a clear and melodious sound of metal hitting the entire deserted village, suddenly, the Yin Qi covering the deserted village instantly dissipated. The ghost monks who were performing the spell were destroyed by the evil-destroying sound waves of the wind-controlling bell. The corpse-control technique was disintegrated, and the lonely ghosts were shaken by the sound of the bell and disappeared without a trace.