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"Unforgivable, unforgivable."

Xue Kui turned around and rushed towards Dawei Tianlong clumsily, his body flushed with blood, as if he wanted to recover from his injury, but unexpectedly, the Buddha's light burst out from the wound.

Countless screams with indistinguishable timbres emanated from it.

In just a few seconds, Xue Kui's body was covered with large and small wounds.

Due to the Buddha light emerging from the wound, not only could it not recover, but the blood was still being consumed all the time.

"My blood chief!"

Under Chang Wei's unbelievable eyes, Xue Kui turned into nothingness under the purification of Buddha's light.

"No!"

The blood in Chang Wei's body was scattered, and his expression instantly became sluggish.

He glanced at Lin Zian and Dawei Tianlong in horror, and quickly turned into a bloody light and fled: "Stop them!"

A little blood flashed in the eyes of many ghost soldiers, ghost generals and ghost commanders, and their bodies flew involuntarily, wanting to kill them.

Lin Zian said disdainfully: "Do you think I will let you escape?"

Dawei Tianlong swung its tail and rushed towards the ghost blocking the way.

The ghosts were easily broken through like a thin piece of paper.

"what--!"

Soon, there was a scream in the distance.

After a few breaths, the screams disappeared, and the blood in the eyes of the ghosts who were chasing Dawei Tianlong also dissipated.

"The Scarlet Blood Ghost King is dead?"

At this time, whether it was a dozen big monks, or countless monks and ordinary people who saw this scene, they all showed expressions of shock.

The ghost king who is as strong as the fourth rank is not an all-in-one enemy to prove the monk in white.

Not only was he crushed the whole time, but even when he gave up his ghosts, he fled in panic, and he would inevitably die.

In mid-air, after seeing the death of their king, countless ghosts let out horrified screams and fled in all directions.

Among them, many ghosts fell towards the city.

A dozen big monks finally reacted: "Do it, don't let them enter the city!"

Everyone showed their abilities to kill ghosts.

Lin Zian looked up into the distance.

There, Dawei Tianlong is rushing to kill among the ghosts.

After eliminating a hundred ghosts, it dissipated due to exhaustion of mana.

Chapter 150 Is this seat that kind of person?

Lin Zian glanced at the ghosts all over the sky, and threw the holding beads forward in his hand.

"Dawei Tianlong!

World Honored Earth Store!

Prajna Buddhas!

Punish evil magic beads! "

Holding beads floating in the air.

The eighteen beads on it vibrated again and again, and streams of Buddha light emerged from them.

Lin Zi'an squeezed the Dharma seal: "Spirits, monsters, kill!"

instigate!instigate!instigate!instigate!instigate!

Eighteen beads scattered in all directions, killing the surrounding ghosts like thunder.

Regardless of whether it is a ghost soldier, ghost general, or a ghost leader, after being hit by the magic beads, the ghost's body will be shattered, and the ghost will be scattered!

Not far away, several big monks were fighting with several ghost leaders. They couldn't tell the winner for a while, but suddenly found a golden bead attacking, and their opponents who were equal to them turned into ashes in an instant.

They could only glance at Lin Zian in surprise, and then rushed to kill the other ghosts.

The battle was almost a one-sided massacre. Even if some ghost soldiers and generals fell into the city, they were quickly wiped out by the monks waiting in line below.

After counting for 10 minutes, there was no more ghost above the East Emperor City.

The magic power in the bodies of all the big monks has almost been exhausted, and they can only maintain floating in the air.

They looked at the monk in white robes one after another, and their expressions were a little moved.

"Amitabha!"

Lin Zian stretched out his right hand calmly.

There were more than a dozen sounds of piercing through the air, and eighteen beads returned to his hand, and they were connected in series to form holding beads.

The originally dazzling golden light on the holding bead is now like a light with insufficient power, only flickering an extremely weak and inconspicuous light every few seconds.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Lin Zian put the string of beads back on his hand.

The quality of this string of holding beads is limited, and a large amount of mana was forcibly poured into it to kill ghosts. The current state does not allow it to continue fighting.

Of course, for some ordinary ghosts, this string of holding beads still has the effect of warding off evil spirits.

It also has many benefits for ordinary people.

"There are too many ghosts playing this time."

Lin Zian sighed.

If these ghosts came to attack the city after he received "aid" from the big money in East Emperor City, not to mention the large number, at least the number of ghosts killed just now would have more than doubled.

"Amitabha."

Huiren came in front of Lin Zian, and said, "Thank you for your help, senior, may I know your dharma name?"

He couldn't believe that Lin Zian was really as young as he looked.

After all, even they have some skills to keep their faces, let alone people with such strength.

Therefore, there is absolutely no problem in calling someone a senior.

"Goodness is goodness."

Lin Zian smiled slightly: "This seat is Fa Hai."

"Fahai?"

Huiren and several big monks couldn't help but exclaimed.

The rest of the dozen or so people looked at them suspiciously.

Except for Huiren, the rest of the people who were shocked by the word Fa Hai were all officials from East Emperor City.

A few days ago, a nearby sanctuary for thousands of people suffered catastrophe, and only a few hundred people escaped in the end.

It was from those people that they learned the name of Fa Hai.

It is said that one person killed thousands of first- and second-order ghosts alone, and was suspected to be the reincarnated Arhat.

As Tier [-] monks, they have never seen any storms. When many people were born, there were no ghosts in this world.

So they naturally didn't believe in the theory of reincarnation, they just told Huiren about it, and wanted him to test the foundation of Fa Hai.

But the truth slapped them in the face.

A person who can easily recruit and kill the ghost king, not to mention the reincarnation of an arhat, even if someone told them that Lin Zian was an arhat, they would still believe it.

"Senior, I wonder if this junior will have the honor to invite you to be a guest at Hongjue Temple?"

Huiren settled down, and continued.

The people next to him thought cunningly in their hearts, none of them wanted to flatter such a god-man, but because they didn't get the first chance, they were snatched by this shameless old monk.

"This seat is exactly what I mean."

Lin Zian nodded slightly, with a meaningful smile on his face.

Seeing the smile, Huiren's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

However, since Lin Zian agreed to be a guest, he didn't take this change to heart.

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In the eyes of nearly ten thousand people inside and outside the Benjue Temple, a group of giants from the East Emperor City surrounded Lin Zian to show their courtesies, and then slowly fell into the temple, and walked into a temple specially used to recruit VIPs.

The little monk, who was still resting, stared blankly at all this, and still hasn't come to his senses.

"Brother, what's the matter with you?"

At this time, another young monk stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, doubting: "You won't be possessed by a ghost, right?"

The little monk came back to his senses, ignored his junior brother, but looked at the pastry plate that he personally brought beside him, and murmured: "I brought the pastry, and he solved the Red Blood Ghost King. That is to say, if I don't behave Pastry, he probably won't make a move."

"So... I saved the East Emperor City!"

The little monk's expression suddenly became excited, and his eyes showed a look of arrogance.

"Brother, you won't be possessed by ghosts, right?"

Seeing this, Lian Yi turned around and ran away: "I'll go to Master and ask him to help you exorcise evil spirits."

"Exorcism?"

The little monk's expression changed, and he quickly chased after him: "Wait, junior brother, I'm not possessed by a ghost!"

In the night, seeing the great cultivators slowly falling into the city surrounding the mighty man, countless people felt like they would survive the catastrophe.

The tense strings were finally loosened. Although many people wanted to rest, the night was not completely over yet.