What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

The Buddha's light was shining all over the sky, and a monk wearing a red cassock and sitting on a lotus Law Treasure flew over. The golden light was shining brightly, and he looked just like the Buddha from the Western World.

"How good at pretending!"

Song Shi curled his lips. In his opinion, this was a Gold Core Buddhist Gate monk. His head was so bright that he looked like Buddha.

Next to him, there was a young Heshan. After a closer look, he saw that it was Zhengyuan Heshan who he had met before.

This guy also has a Foundation Building, and he is stepping on a Law Treasure bowl, which is extraordinary.

The Buddha next to him made a voice like rolling thunder: "Old ghost in blood clothes, you took away the body of a disciple of Jinyuan Temple and caused harm to the world. I will do the work of subduing demons today to save the common people!"

Song Shi suddenly realized that he was the one who took the body. He thought this guy was a disciple of the old ghost in blood.

The righteous words made Song Shi curl his lips. This old monk didn't come out sooner or later. If he came out at this time, didn't he just want to take advantage?

The blood-clothed old ghost sneered: "Jin Yuan, old bald donkey, I killed thousands of monks here, why didn't I see you come out immediately?"

"I am in retreat to meditate on Buddhism. How could I know that you are causing trouble?"

Abbot Jinyuan's eyes were filled with power, "If I had known about it, I would have killed you long ago."

The blood-clothed old ghost simply responded with sarcasm.

Abbot Jinyuan looked at Song Shi: "This young knight, this demon has killed countless people and has many evil deeds. I am willing to help the young knight to kill this demon."

The expression of the old ghost in blood changed. If he faced either of these two people alone, he would not be afraid, but if they teamed up, he would really be in danger.

"You just called me Lao Tzu?"

Song Shi looked at the old ghost in blood clothes and said, "Try saying something to me again?"

The old ghost in blood clothes had a gloomy expression on his face. Is there something wrong with this man's brain? He is struggling with this kind of thing.

He said angrily: "So what if I deal with you two at the same time? I'll kill you anyway!"

Song Shi smiled: "You are trying to fight one against two, and I am not bullying you."

"Om ~ Mani Padmi Hum!"

Abbot Jinyuan uttered the six-character Buddhist Gate mantra, and the bright and masculine magic power formed a swastika the size of a small building. It struck down mercilessly with the power to suppress evil spirits.

Under the illumination of the Buddha's light, the blood river evaporated wisps of black energy out of thin air, quickly dissolving invisible, and its power was greatly weakened.

His cultivation level was far above that of Song Shi, and the blood-clothed old ghost felt the pressure as soon as he came.

And compared to Song Shi's Nine Yang Origin Power, the blood-clothed old ghost hated the old monk's Dharma even more. The blood python next to him swam around and roared to pieces the Buddha's seal.

At this time, the fireball condensed to the extreme in Song Shi's palm was thrown out by him. The moment it hit the blood python, it expanded instantly.

Boom!

The blood python's body was blown apart and it let out an angry scream. After regrouping, it hid in the blood river and stared at Song Shi coldly.

"Young hero has profound cultivation. Today we will attack from both sides. We will definitely die if we compare with the devil."

The confidence in Abbot Jinyuan's eyes increased greatly. This Independent Cultivator who came from nowhere has a combat power comparable to that of Gold Core. With him, this trip is very sure.

"In front of you, behind me."

Song Shi smiled. He was a Foundation Building. No matter how strong his combat power was, the gap in realm still existed. He had no interest in rushing to the front and making a stick.

"Good!"

Abbot Jinyuan agreed generously, and the lotus Law Treasure underneath him rotated and formed a golden cover to cut through.

The blood-colored river water was split into two parts by the light, and its power was affected.

"Hmph, the blood-turning demonic light!"

The blood-clothed old ghost waved his hand, and the blood-colored light in the river reflected back, colliding with the Buddha's light, and melting into each other.

Roar!

A long flaming dragon flew out next to the Buddha's light and blasted at the blood-clothed old ghost unceremoniously.

"Come down if you can!"

The blood-clothed old ghost left cruel words and melted into the blood river. A long dragon of flames exploded on the surface of the river, exploding blood all over the sky.

The Nine Yang Origin force evaporated the blood along the way, creating a large crater at the bottom of the river, which was then absorbed by all the impact force.

In the broken river, there was no figure of the old ghost in blood clothes. The latter had already appeared in front of the blood gate.

"Come on, break the formation and come over to kill me!"

He laughed arrogantly and was full of provocation.

Abbot Jinyuan stood on the Lotus Law Treasure and flew closer, but was suddenly blocked by a bloody light. The blood waves on the river were overwhelming, making it difficult to get close.

"Master, let this animal hide in the base camp. I'm afraid it will be difficult to kill."

Monk Zhengyuan showed a disappointed look: "Half a year ago, if we had known that the people in the temple were taken away by him and got rid of them, we wouldn't be in such trouble today."

"I don't blame you. This old ghost is very cunning. He won't show up easily until he recovers enough strength."

Abbot Jinyuan sat on the lotus throne, clasped his hands, and bright and upright Buddhist inscriptions flew out one after another and fell into the blood river, continuously forcing the blood light back.

Song Shi couldn't help but look at the old ghost in blood clothes who was hiding in front of the blood door and smiled strangely, and felt a little emotional in his heart.

The person who took this guy's body was probably the mage who was planning to go to his house to practice the ritual.

He must have gone into hiding after seizing the body. When he came here, he only encountered Dai Dou who had turned into a zombie. When he destroyed the ghosts at the bottom of the river, he did not encounter the soul of the mage.

It's not that he didn't meet him, it's that the mage's soul and body were taken away by the old ghost in blood.

"Maybe this is fate."

Song Shi looked at the old ghost in blood clothes. This mage was not killed by Hei Duzi. Is it just a coincidence?

Thinking of this, he raised his hand to seal the secret, and a few runes popped up.

The blood river that originally subsided under the Buddhist text of Abbot Jinyuan suddenly lost its power, and was quickly avoided by the Buddha's text.

The blood-clothed old ghost's pupils shrank: "What a good boy, he is still an array mage!"

If Abbot Jinyuan only knew some formations and was using stupid methods to break them, Song Shi's method directly blocked the key nodes of the operation of his formations.

He had to make a secret and punch out bloody runes to repair the formation.

For a while, Song Shi and the old ghost in blood used the formation here as a basis to compete with each other in the air.

The formation is constantly changing, becoming stronger and weaker for a while. There is an extra loophole here, and it is quickly repaired.

Abbot Jinyuan, master and disciple, all looked at Song Shi in surprise. They did not expect that a Foundation Building monk with such a powerful formation skills could compete with the old ghost in blood.

"Young hero is amazing, he can break this formation today!"

Abbot Jinyuan laughed loudly. He was also at the level of a Second Grade formation master. Cooperating with Song Shi, the balance kept tilting in their favor.

There was a boom.

The river bank cracked, the formation collapsed, the bloody river was in pieces, and the old ghost in blood was shaken by the waves and staggered back.

Song Shi looked at the old ghost in blood-clothed clothes whose face was getting darker and darker: "You have become a turtle in a jar."

"If you hadn't looked so old, I would have thought I had met someone of the same kind!"

The old ghost in blood-clothed clothes smiled ferociously: "The formation outside is broken. If you have the ability, come in."

He pushed open the bloody door and walked in without hesitation, followed by the river of blood around him.

"Leave!"

A string of yellow rosary beads suddenly appeared and was placed on the head of the old ghost in blood. The Buddha's light shone brightly and a sound of chi chi chi echoed.

"Old bald donkey, you are cheating on me!"

The old ghost in blood was furious. He had been focusing on dealing with Song Shi just now, but he didn't notice that something was sneaking up on him.

Boom!

A flaming palm struck him, smashing the blood python protecting his body into pieces. The brute force was transmitted to him, causing the old ghost in blood to vomit blood.

Abbot Jinyuan made a seal and turned the rosary, and he cut off the old ghost's head in blood.

"Hehe, do you think you can win this seat?"

The old ghost in blood-clothed clothes with a broken neck smiled ferociously, and the blood river that broke out nearby rolled back Song Shi, bringing him into the Blood Gate, leaving an unfathomable passage.

"Young people are still too impulsive. How can this old ghost be so easy to kill?"

Abbot Jinyuan saw Song Shi being dragged, shook his head regretfully, and said to his apprentice: "Zhengyuan, you stay outside, I'll go in and see if I can kill him while he's injured."

"Yes, Master."

"Huh? You can die again!"

When Song Shi stabilized, he was already immersed in blood. He was not afraid, but rather looking forward to it.

It's better to be killed here than outside.

There were howls of ghosts and wolves in his ears, and dense bloody hands emerged and grabbed them from all directions.

Song Shi waved his hands and quickly turned into afterimages, smashing these strange hands directly.