However, he saw a flash of white light.

What is that?

Is it the hair of the leader of the foundation-building ghost cultivator?

It seems not.

That seemed to be sword light.

The sword is so fast, the head falls off in a blink of an eye.

Before the Yin Shen of the fierce ghost in yellow had time to escape, a pale hand picked up his head and extracted the foundation-building Yin Shen hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Throwing the Yin Shen into the soul flag, Wen Yue turned his head and faced the ghost soldiers blocking Fangshi.

One step forward, the shadow is like a shooting star.

The three foundation-building Yin gods following Wen Yue also all took action.

In just a few breaths, the ghost soldier before his eyes had already discarded his helmet and armor, and was caught in the hands of the Yin God of Foundation Establishment.

"Breaking down temples and smashing doors."

…

"Who are you? How dare you force your way into the city!"

"This is the Hugushan Ghost Market under the jurisdiction of the Dahei Mountain Ghost King. If you are wise, retreat quickly, otherwise my king will have to pay the price!" The ghost ghost who had just taken off shouted, but before he could release poisonous insects to resist, he suddenly saw a trace of light.

White light struck, and then his body fell down.

Four foundation-building Yin gods broke into the ghost market and swept away all the way. The ghosts resident in the city could not stop them.

Of course, it was half an hour before the market left, and not many powerful monsters and monsters were still here. Most of them had left with their things in the middle of the night.

Most of the rest are ghosts and ghosts who live in the market.

There are not many people who actually work for the so-called Daheishan Ghost King.

The white-haired Yin God broke into the gate of the temple and killed the evil temple ghost with one sword. The rest of the little monsters who were servants had already been scared out of their wits and ran for their lives in all directions, not even daring to stay.

Step into the main hall and look at the statue of the black-faced ghost king on the lotus platform.

The white-haired Yin Shen flew over and shattered the stone statue with a punch, grabbing the small fragment inside in his hand.

When he walked to the entrance of the temple, he paused slightly and spit out a drop of purple-black blood.

The ghost blood turned into a figure and rushed into the hall.

boom!

Brilliant flames soared into the sky.

The main hall was torn apart and exploded into ruins, and the surrounding towers and pavilions had no support and had to collapse.

The mist stirred and the dust flew.

Suddenly the tree fell and the hozens scattered.

The temples and pavilions were all blown up by the gangsters, and those demons and ghosts that took advantage of the limelight ran away in a hurry. The two legs were too slow, so they quickly showed their true colors: tigers, leopards, jackals, rabbits, foxes, deers... and they hated their parents even more.

A few legs are missing.

Or panic, doubt, nervousness, struggle... intertwined into a big picture of the escape of monsters and monsters.

The Yin Shen who released the soul flags did not chase the escaped demons and ghosts.

They are all looking for a living, and Tu Shanjun doesn't want to embarrass them. As long as there is no strong evil energy lingering on his body, he will not be targeted by the Foundation-Building Yin God.

Even if Juefa encounters a pure mountain spirit, he will not take action to save him.

If people practice well, don't eat people, don't commit sins, and it's their own sins to take action to save them.

…

Looking at the collapsed market and the misty fire in the distance, Juefa shook his head and sighed: "Killing people and setting fires, destroying temples and smashing doors, now the knot is getting bigger."

"In this turbid world, the trees want to be still but the wind doesn't stop."

Tu Shanjun's calm words rang in Juefa's ears.

He dared not talk about how much experience he had, but the lessons of the past were still vivid in his mind.

Then there was a chuckle: "If the monk is afraid, you can return to the sect, chant sutras, meditate, and practice away from the world."

Juefa clasped his hands together and stared calmly ahead with his eyes.

"Amitabha, little monk has nothing to fear."

Tu Shanjun has to be suspicious when others say this. Juefa said it very frankly.

Monks don't tell lies. If they are not afraid, they are not afraid.

As he spoke, the white-haired Yin God and the remaining three Foundation-Building Yin Gods had returned.

The body and the captured ghosts entered the soul banner together, and also brought a fragment filled with incense and wish power.

"Senior, even if they are ghosts, this move is really against the law..."
Chapter completed!