A New Character Every Month

"Amitabha!"

Huiren said in a deep voice: "Could it be that the ghost king has mastered some method to leave the forbidden area?"

"Hmph, I'm not afraid to tell you. It's not that this king has mastered any method, but that the restriction has been lifted by myself."

Chang Wei laughed sinisterly: "You will be my first stop in this world!"

"Crimson Blood Ghost King, do you think we don't exist?"

There were several shouts in the city.

Immediately, dozens of escaping lights rose and flew to Huiren's side.

The light dissipated, and more than a dozen men and women appeared above, each exuding a powerful aura.

Among them are the abbots of other temples, the masters of the Taoist temples in the city, and the official powers of the East Emperor City.

Counting carefully, there are more than ten people.

These people, without exception, are all Tier [-] monks.

"Honkakuji's sweets are truly amazing."

Below, Lin Zian stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth.

Reaching out to touch the pastry plate, it was empty again.

"It's over, it's over, it's over..."

An extremely thin voice came from the mouth of the young monk next to him.

Lin Zian turned his head and found that the little monk was looking at the black clouds above, his expression was full of despair.

No wonder he has this expression. Although the realm of this world is divided into four levels, the gap between the first level and the second level is not that big, but there is a difference between the second level and the third level, and the third level and the fourth level The same is true.

It would be difficult for a dozen great monks to fight against a ghost king, let alone the ghost king with countless ghost soldiers, ghost generals, and ghost commanders.

If there were no accidents, when the protective formation was broken, nearly a million humans in the city would die.

"Little monk."

Lin Zian stretched out his hand to the little monk and shook it.

The little monk turned his head in confusion, and was taken aback when he saw Lin Zian's relaxed expression.

He didn't understand why this person was so calm when it was a critical moment of life and death. Could it be that he was a fool?

Lin Zian didn't have mind reading skills, so when the little monk looked over, he pointed to the pastry plate next to him.

"It's such a time, you still want to eat!"

The little monk's eyes were wide open, and he didn't bother to use honorific words.

Lin Zian smiled faintly: "How can you have strength if you don't eat enough?"

"You have to add it yourself."

The little monk turned his head angrily.

"In this way, this seat will discuss with you."

Lin Zian laughed.

The little monk turned around: "What?"

"You bring me a plate of pastries, and I will help you solve that... what about the blood ghost king..."

"That's called the Scarlet Blood Ghost King!"

"Yes, the Red Blood Ghost King! Bring a plate of cakes, and I will help you deal with the Red Blood Ghost King."

"..."

The little monk stopped talking.

"No matter what, it's better than standing here and waiting?"

Lin Zian smiled.

The little monk glared at Lin Zian viciously, and then went to the back to bring a plate of pastries.

With a snap, the plate was placed heavily on the coffee table.

"Be careful, be careful."

Lin Zian said nervously, and his expression eased when he saw that the pastry didn't fly off the plate.

"That's right, it happens to be my favorite osmanthus cake."

He picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, tasting it carefully, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, the little monk was speechless and speechless.

He wondered how this man survived until now. Apart from being a little more handsome, he only knew how to eat.

In order to eat, he even boasted that he would exchange terms and deal with a ghost king.

I'm not ashamed to lie to a child.

At this time, countless ghost soldiers, ghost generals, and even many commanders flew out of the huge black cloud above the East Emperor City.

Holding a broken ghost weapon, he frantically attacked the moat formation.

Huiren and more than a dozen big monks took advantage of the fact that the formation had not been broken, and killed the ghosts approaching the shield as quickly as possible.

But compared to the ghosts all over the sky, the number they killed was still too small.

In the city, countless ordinary people hid in hidden places such as their rooms and basements.

There are also many monks and soldiers holding energy weapons who have come to the heights, looking at the ghost soldiers all over the sky, their expressions are full of determination.

The second floor of a villa.

A girl looked at the countless ghost soldiers and generals in the sky, and a little fear flashed in her eyes.

"Xiaolu, it's dangerous outside, let's go to the basement."

Zhang Lanlan came to the girl and took her hand.

The deer drew his hand back and shook his head.

Zhang Lanlan looked at Zhang Yulan behind her: "Dad!"

"Since Xiaolu doesn't want to go, then we won't go either."

Zhang Yulan sighed: "Anyway, going to the basement is just for comfort. Whether you go or not, the result is the same."

As he spoke, he also looked up at the sky.

This may be his last night, unless someone powerful enough to rival the ghost king appears, there will be no second result in East Emperor City.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in his mind.

"If he is really the reincarnation of Arhat, then maybe..."

Zhang Yulan quickly came back to her senses, shook her head and laughed, "What am I thinking, it's impossible."

Compared with the countless people in the city who were either desperate, crazy, or determined to die, there were hundreds of people who were unusually calm after seeing the ghosts all over the sky.

On the roof of a tall building, ordinary monks who are tens of meters away are standing here.

They are all monks with a mortal heart.

There is no possibility of peace between humans and ghosts. Instead of sitting and waiting to die, it is better to kill enough before death.

Impeller was also standing in it, looking at the blood in the middle of the black cloud, with a calm expression on his face.

"Captain, why hasn't Fahai Arhat appeared yet? He shouldn't have left the city long ago, right?"

A man with a knife said worriedly next to him.

The impeller turned his head and looked at the man with the knife.

This person used to be a member of his patrol team. After entering the East Emperor City, he had disbanded most of the people, leaving only a dozen or so people to form a hunting team together.

Ye Lun said with a smile: "Fahai Arhat is currently participating in the Water and Land Ceremony in Benjue Temple. The reason why he didn't show up is probably because he was waiting for the right time. If he showed up rashly, maybe the Scarlet Blood Ghost King would run away."

The man with the knife patted his chest and regained his composure.

Bang!

Suddenly there was a light sound in the sky.

Under the attack of countless ghost soldiers and ghost generals, the defensive formation was completely destroyed, and the shield covering the East Emperor's land turned into little stars and dissipated.

What appeared in front of everyone in the city was a group of overwhelming ghosts.

The black cloud in the middle suddenly shrank rapidly, and a figure exuding a thick blood color emerged from it.

"Get excited! Be happy! Cheer!"

Chang Wei laughed wildly and said, "This will be the first city that this king will destroy! You will all become a part of me."

"As long as we're alive, don't even think about it."

In mid-air, a group of third-tier monks looked serious.

"Just right."

Lin Zian stuffed the last piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth, and stood up calmly.

After the shield disappeared, the little monk shivered. Seeing Lin Zian standing up for the first time, he subconsciously asked, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"Amitabha."

Lin Zian stood with his right hand palmed in front of his chest, and said with a slight smile, "I'm going to deal with the Scarlet Blood Ghost King."

The little monk looked skeptical: "Although my master said that I have insufficient wisdom, you can't really deceive me as a three-year-old child."

"Why did the little monk say that? When did I lie to you?"

Lin Zian asked.

"Looking at you, even if you are a monk, you are at the first or second rank at most. You want to deal with the ghost king of the fourth rank. You must be eating too much sweet-scented osmanthus cake, right?"

The little monk said disgustedly: "And even if you want to hit the stone with an egg, I'm afraid you won't even be able to see the ghost king's face, and you will die."

"Little monk, I will teach you a truth today."