Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Qin Muyue and others stood in front of the Thousand Buddha Grottoes. Facing the surging ghosts, they still flew closer on their swords.

Although the Zen Love Ring was taken away and the ghost broke out at this time, Qin Muyue still had confidence that the shackle would fall.

"Are those He Zhen and Hua Chao? Why did they bring Liu Ruyan here?" Yan Shiyin saw three people hiding in a nearby Buddhist altar using an invisibility talisman.

He was immediately furious. He thought that anyone who had rashly brought his Jindan-stage disciple into a dangerous area must be taken to the Punishment Hall for severe punishment!

Qin Muyue discovered a ray of light rising from the Wangui Cliff. It was a yin-yang lotus with gilded edges. Golden scriptures kept emerging from between the petals. There was no doubt that it was the treasure of Qianfo Temple, the Yin-Yang Lotus.

Hundreds of ghosts roared and tried to tear Falian to pieces, but were torn into pieces by the counterattacking Buddha's light.

After all, a divine weapon is an ownerless object. Without the support of a formation, it will only spin in circles in the air.

She took a deep breath and pointed the tip of her sword forward, "We can't let these ghosts destroy the Yin Yang Lotus, otherwise when the Ghost King is born, there will be nothing that can restrain it!"

Lu Yaoguang nodded, and the Qi swords surrounded him. "Junior Sister Yue is right. We can't let these ghosts succeed."

A cold light flashed in Yan Shiyin's eyes. He saw Nascent Souls from other sects flying over on their swords, and it was obvious that they had set their eyes on the divine weapon.

Those people didn't care about the birth of the Ghost King, they just wanted to kill tens of thousands of ghosts whose cultivation had barely reached the late Golden Core stage and seize the Yin-Yang Lotus.

Jialuo clasped his hands together, and the Buddhist beads slowly turned in his hands, emitting a faint Buddhist light. "Amitabha, the martial arts world is in chaos again, and we will do our best."

The monk turned into a ray of golden light and rushed into the group of ghosts. His strength was so powerful that he could defeat a large number of ghosts with every attack.

With his help, the pressure on the four people was immediately relieved a lot.

Qin Muyue quickly adjusted his tactics and formed a tacit cooperation with Lu Yaoguang, Yan Shiyin and Jia Luo, and charged into the crowd of ghosts.

Other sects were afraid that they would not be able to grab it, so they all joined the battle.

Nascent Soul masters from other sects also joined the battle.

Their arrival also distracted the ghosts and relieved the pressure on Qin Muyue and others.

In front of the Thousand Buddha Cave, ghosts were beaten to pieces by the monks.

Qin Muyue and the others cooperated more and more tacitly. Every move they made was extremely precise, and they eliminated dozens of ghosts.

Those paper figures, red-clothed evil spirits, and various ghosts with tragic deaths continuously escaped from Wangui Cliff.

Qin Muyue saw it so many times that she suddenly felt that it was a hearty Waterloo in terms of appearance.

I have to go back and stare at my beautiful master for a long time before my eyes can recover.

As the battle progresses, more and more masters from the sects join in. Their arrival not only distracts the ghosts, but also brings new tactics and powers.

In front of the Thousand Buddha Cave, the battle became more and more intense, and the sound of fighting between the monks and the ghosts shook the earth.

Qin Muyue and others continued to advance in the battle and gradually approached the Wangui Cliff.

However, at this moment, a more powerful ghost energy surged out from the depths of the Thousand Buddha Caves, accompanied by a ghost energy that covered the sky and the sun.

A figure wearing bone armor slowly rose up, and a suffocating pressure spread.

In an instant, all the ghosts surrendered, and the monks flying in the air were forced to the ground by the pressure.

There was a blood-red light flashing in his eyes, as if he was the master of this ghost land.

"This is the Ghost King!" Qin Muyue felt his bones creaking, as if they would be broken by the pressure in the next moment.

The Ghost King raised his hand and cracks appeared on the ground filled with yin energy. The howling of ghosts horrified the Nascent Soul cultivators present.

Jia Luo glanced at the three people around him, slammed his Zen stick on the ground, and golden Buddha light condensed into a bell, firmly protecting Qin Muyue and others.

Thousands of ghosts suddenly rose from the ground, passing through the bodies of the thinly protected monks, and their screams were extremely shrill.

The ghost turned them into a stream of blood and gave it to the Ghost King to restore his strength.

The flesh and blood of the monks, which had been tempered through thousands of trials, was only worthy of dyeing the weeds red. Looking at the Ghost King drinking the blood, everyone felt a chill down their spines.

You could even see the half-melted Nascent Soul crying in the blood, and eventually it all went into the Ghost King's mouth.

Qin Muyue and others were shocked by this sudden change.

The Buddhist bell that Jialuo used to protect the three people was covered with ghosts' hands, and the thick smoke coming out of it added to the sense of oppression.

Suddenly, a dragon roar pierced the sky, and all the ghosts stopped. A dragon soul emitting a sharp white light dispersed the ghosts and came in front of Qin Muyue and others.

There is a relic in the dragon's mouth. The relic is as round as jade and exudes a powerful aura.

Wang Yu said seriously: "This is the relic of the founder of Qianfo Temple. It contains his life's practice and famous unique skills: Jiumie and Shangshi. Make good use of it."

After Jialuo obtained the relic, he sincerely thanked Wangyu, then sat cross-legged on the spot, formed seals with his hands, and refined the relic.

Qin Muyue glared at Wang Yu. In the original plot, Jia Luo even killed the Ghost King, probably with the help of Wang Yu.

Longlong's wings have become strong, and he no longer cares about her as the dragon rider.

Although Qin Muyue felt a little disappointed, she also knew that now was not the time to care about it.

Her eyes were fixed on Jialuo. She saw him sitting cross-legged on the ground with his hands in a seal. The light of the relic gradually merged into his body.

As the power of the relic was refined, Jia Luo's momentum continued to rise, and powerful Buddhist power emanated from him.

Upon seeing this, Lu Yaoguang and Yan Shiyin immediately activated their magic treasures to defend themselves, while preparing to rush out and fight the Ghost King.

At the same time, the Ghost King seemed to have sensed the changes in the shackles. There was more blood in his eyes. He waved his hand again, and more cracks appeared on the ground. More ghosts poured out of the cracks and pounced on Qin Muyue and others.

But at this moment, Jialuo's eyes suddenly opened, and the Buddha's light on his body became bright. Waves of golden Buddha's power spread around like waves. As soon as the ghosts came into contact with this Buddha's power, they immediately let out miserable screams and turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated.

"You will be eliminated by the nine destructions!" Jia Luo shouted in a low voice, and formed a complicated seal with his hands. Suddenly, nine golden Buddha lights shot out from his palms, each of which contained a powerful destructive force and pointed directly at the Ghost King.

The Ghost King felt a fatal threat and tried to dodge the nine Buddha lights, but the Buddha lights were so fast that they hit the Ghost King almost instantly.

With a loud bang, the ghost king's bone armor was pierced by the Buddha's light. Its already weak condition became even worse. It roared and ordered all the ghosts to pounce on the shackle.

Ghosts and goblins came like a landslide and tsunami. Qin Muyue walked to Jialuo, his face calm and his voice steady, and raised his hand to point at the Ghost King.

[Small win, equipped with the aura props for the bully game]

【okay! 】

She slowly said, "The Emergency Committee has unanimously decided that you are a noob!"

A green light suddenly appeared above the head of the majestic Ghost King, making the monks panic.

Ten thousand ghosts turned their heads and looked at the Ghost King. Suddenly, their fists hardened.

An idea popped into their minds.

"Why does the Ghost King, a rookie, give us orders?"

"Hey! Hit him!"

"Old man with bone armor! Take my leap!"

"You are the King of Ghosts, but I am still the King of Hell in the Ten Palaces of Hell!"

"Kill, kill, kill, Shala~!"

Tens of thousands of ghosts rushed towards the Ghost King like the receding tide.

"Rebellion! You are a bunch of rebels who only deserve to be reborn as animals!" The Ghost King was furious and brandished his Bone Spear with great force. He cursed them for being ungrateful and seeking death while killing them in all directions.

All monks: What kind of tyrant can make ghosts rebel? The tyrants of King X, Northern X, and Jin would feel ashamed after seeing this.