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After a few roars, a few ghosts from behind rushed straight at Jin Guang.

Nourishing~

A piercing sound rang out, and the ghost instantly lost its soul.

But the ghosts behind were not discouraged, and then several more ghosts rushed towards the golden light.

As the soul flew away, the brightness of the golden light was gradually weakening at an inconspicuous speed.

And in the truck at the center of the convoy, bursts of dignified Sanskrit sounds came from it.

I saw two monks, one old and one young, sitting cross-legged in it, reciting scriptures.

The old monk has a white beard hanging down his chest, and there is a trace of pity for heaven and man in his expression.

The young monk has a jade-like crown, red lips and white teeth.

As the two recited, a fist-sized golden Buddha statue in front of them shone with golden light.

The golden light that enveloped the entire convoy really came from this Buddha statue.

The bursts of Sanskrit sounds are the energy that recharges the Buddha statue.

On the side, there were several young monks with pale faces sitting paralyzed on the beach.

Long-term chanting of the scriptures exhausted the magic power in their bodies, and they couldn't help at all now.

Looking at the positions where the master and senior brothers had barely moved, they couldn't help but secretly blamed themselves for their incompetence.

If it weren't for the low mana power of myself and others, the master and brother would not have worked so hard, and it would be even more impossible to forcibly waste their mental energy and recite scriptures in order to maintain this golden light to ward off evil spirits.

After this incident, even if they can survive, their strength may not be half of what they are now, and they will not be able to practice again, so the price is not insignificant.

And how many people are there?

Due to the low mana, he doesn't even have the ability to consume mental energy.

At the rear of the carriage, there was a middle-aged man with a serious face, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

He is the leader of this convoy, impeller.

Thinking of the sanctuary that I established, it has been maintained for several years, and the population has reached three to four thousand.

But tonight, it was destroyed by ghosts.

In the end, there were only less than 1000 people left, and they took a magic weapon and started to flee.

But judging from the current situation, the time until the evil-proof golden light is broken is almost at hand.

Once the protection of the golden light that wards off evil is lost, the group of ghosts will pounce on them fiercely like sheep joining a pack of wolves, and they will all be wiped out from then on.

And now there are still three hours before dawn.

It is still four hours away from the nearest large shelter city.

Ye Lun smiled wryly. If he didn't insist on bringing so many people, but only carried two or three fastest large vehicles, and then carried another 200 people, the situation would be much better now.

The speed is fast, which means that there are not many ghosts to catch up with.

Calling for fewer vehicles and personnel means that Jinguang does not need to be so big, which greatly reduces consumption.

The addition of two can last longer.

Of course, the impeller is just a thought.

If he really wants to do this, I am afraid that the old mage will be the first person to disagree.

Without the old mage, I'm afraid I won't even be able to jump out of the shelter.

Chapter 130 Seven If there is a Buddha in this world

coax!

At this moment, the golden Buddha statue flickered violently.

The light instantly dimmed several times.

puff!

The faces of the old mage and the handsome monk suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of red blood spit out from their mouths.

The energy and blood in the body are greatly reduced, and the spirit is listless.

"Master! Brother!"

Several monks hurried up to support the two, with worried expressions on their faces.

"Old mage."

The impeller was also surprised.

Due to the sudden dimming of the light of the Buddha statue and the injury of the old mage and his disciples, the evil golden light shrouded outside the convoy has reached a precarious state.

The ghosts at the rear of the convoy were even more turbulent, jumping on the golden light one after another.

The evil golden light trembled again and again, as if it was about to shatter.

"Amitabha, there is nothing wrong with being a teacher."

The old mage stopped the movement of several apprentices trying to help him, and stood up tremblingly.

Looking at the tense impeller beside him, he calmly said: "The golden Buddha artifact is damaged, and the evil golden light is about to dissipate. The only way now is to forcibly activate the original source of the golden Buddha artifact, and at the cost of damage, it can be maintained. "

Ye Lun knew that the old mage was asking for his own opinion, so he nodded cautiously and asked, "I don't know how long it will last?"

"This is the art of returning light from a magic weapon, and it can last up to 10 minutes."

The old mage said calmly.

"10 minutes..."

The impeller was taken aback.

They had escaped for more than two hours, and they still hadn't escaped from the pursuit of those ghosts. What's the use of another 10 minutes.

As if knowing his doubts, the old mage continued: "The poor monk should be able to stop those ghosts for a while after staying behind."

Ye Lun's complexion changed, and he quickly said: "No, mage, this is absolutely impossible."

"Master, no."

Several apprentices said quickly.

Only the handsome monk at the side wiped the blood from his lips and said nothing.

"Amitabha, the monks should be compassionate and sacrifice the small self, so that they can have the opportunity to fulfill the big self."

The old mage clasped his hands together, his face full of compassion.

Ye Lun opened his mouth to persuade him, but he didn't know what to say.

The method of the old mage is already their last chance. If they do nothing, they may have to wait for death silently.

"Mage!"

The impeller didn't say anything, just bowed deeply.

Not only because of the old mage's self-sacrifice, but also because of the protection that the old mage has provided for the sanctuary in the past few years.

"Master, I will stay with you as well."

Several apprentices, including the handsome monk, suddenly said.

The old mage shook his head and was about to speak, but seeing the firm expressions of his disciples, he could only agree: "Amitabha."

Then he came to the golden body magic weapon and cast the magic weapon back to light.

The impeller turned his head with a heavy expression, and notified the matter to other cars through the car's radio.

No matter how many people escaped this time, or all were wiped out by the ghosts, the sacrifices made by the old mage and his disciples must not be ignored.

Soon, more and more people learned that the old mage and several disciples decided to sacrifice themselves to buy them time to escape.

An inexplicable sadness spread from the crowd.

Everyone except the driver all faced the center of the convoy, the car where the old mage was.

Even though some cars have no windows and can't see outside, they still do it.

This is their respect for heroes.

"open!"

The old mage squeezed the curse seal and cast the last spell on the golden Buddha artifact.

Immediately, the golden Buddha artifact trembled, and a faint light shone through it.

Cracks instantly covered the entire Golden Buddha.

Dazzling golden light shines through the cracks.

Compared with the changes inside the car, the golden light that wards off evil outside the car has become more condensed again, and it is more stable than before.

Not to mention the ghosts bumping into the golden light, even if they just get closer, their bodies will be melted by the golden light.

In an instant, it was wiped out!

At this time, the old mage had brought several disciples to the rear of the carriage.

As the vehicle passed by a boulder, the old mage clasped his hands together and said, "This is it, let's go!"

I saw him take a few steps in the air, quickly climbed up on the boulder, and sat cross-legged.

At the same time, several other monks also stepped forward.

But with the exception of the handsome monk, the others could barely make it to the boulder, and they didn't mean to be chic, but no one would make fun of them.

Several people sat cross-legged on the boulder, closing their eyes and meditating.

The cassock and monk's robe on his body danced slowly with the cold wind.

On the vehicles passing by the boulder, all those who saw this scene had deep respect and gratitude in their eyes.