The halos visible to the naked eye were entangled outside the body of Monk Zhenji, like colorful amber light. As the sound of his chanting became louder and louder, golden Buddhist words transformed from his body.

Those words form the essence of the Buddhist scriptures, either large or small, and are entangled around the monk, making him solemn in his treasure at this moment.

The seven Japanese monks around him also protected the Dharma with Buddhism, allowing the halo to spread throughout the magic array.

The golden scriptures were called by Monk Zhenji with Buddhist handprints. After three consecutive changes, the scriptures were broken, like golden raindrops, falling into the tombs all over the mountains and fields in front of him.

This step is the limit that the great monks can achieve.

Next, whether the spirits can be activated is not something they can decide, but it depends on whether the spirits here are willing to wake up.

Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Qiu.

He is the inspirational person today.

He has to complete the next job.

"bass"

Chen Qiu shook his left hand, and the silver spear broke through the cloth bag and slid into the palm of his hand.

An eight-foot spear, leaning on the ground, red tassels flying, and the blade contains flowing light.

As soon as the birds looked at the phoenix spear appeared, there was a dead grave in front of them, and there was a gust of cold wind, like a storm rolling up, and the spiritual energy in the air was absorbed wildly, almost forming an empty vortex.

As the wind blows, there is also a terrifying pressure, just like an undefeated iron army, stepping on the underworld from the Yellow Springs and underworld, and the heavy pressure is pressing on everyone, pressing down the entire forest in the back mountain.

The terrifying gloomy wind made Zhang Lan tilt and the kitten in her arms also screamed loudly.

The Japanese monks behind him were even more stunned.

Such spiritual pressure!

Such a terrifying spiritual pressure!

Even in Japan, on Hiei Mountain, in the shrine where loyal and brave warriors of all times had never been there when calling spirits. The pressure in front of them was more than ten times stronger than any supernatural they had experienced?

Chen Qiu also felt the pressure.

He could feel that there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes in the tombs in front of him, looking at him in a sinister manner.

It seems to be questioning, why does this rude person disturb the dead soul's sleep?

If you don’t give a reason, grandpas will swallow you, a child who is a yellow-mouthed, and peel off yourself alive!

Chen Qiu felt it.

He raised the spear in his hand and shouted loudly:

"The leader of the country is the leader of the country, the number one hero in Qi and Lu, the leader of the green forest in the world, Qiu Buping came here in person! You are rude and don't show up to greet him quickly!"

"Bang"

A loud bang.

The tomb several feet in front of Chen Qiu exploded, and dust splashed everywhere, like a haunted ghost. An illusory tall figure flew out of the exploded tomb. It was eight feet tall, with two axes on the waist, big copper bells and big eyes, and was chaotic.

A stream of smoke and dust lingered on the ghost. Although his body was illusory, he could still vaguely see that his body was covered with burning and terrifying scars, and one eye was almost melted away.

This ghost still retains its predeceased posture, like a fierce ghost, very terrifying.

"Second leader, long time no see."

Chen Qiu held a gun and hugged his fists at the ghost staring at him.

The latter is not grateful.

This is the ghost of the second in charge of Feizhai who died tragically when the demise of Shifeizhai. The living King of Hell Liu Junshan maintained his unrestrained and straightforward temperament even after his death.

He looked at the birds and phoenix guns in Chen Qiu's hand, and then looked back at the tombstone behind him.

The three words "Qiu Buping" on the tombstone are as red as blood. Liu Junshan's anger bursts out when he sees it. The ghost wails loudly, as if he has lost the most precious treasure.

He transformed into a ghost and was blessed with spiritual energy, which made the rough man cry and howl like the banshee wailing, hit everyone's minds, making Zhang Lan unable to help but cover his ears.

But it's useless.

This is directly applied to the soul and covering the ears is useless.

"Brother is dead? How could a hero who is waiting for him die!"

Liu Junshan turned his head and turned it 180° directly, which was quite terrifying. He seemed to be unable to control the negative emotions of rioting in his body. His entire ghost body had signs of swelling and hideous signs.

"Child Qiu! Tell me! How could the elder brother die? Is it the elder brother you killed?"

"Ahhhh! I'm so angry that I'm going to tear you!"

Liu Junshan roared wildly, urging the gust of cold wind, and rushed towards Chen Qiu.

"No, the soul body is out of control! You will become the Great Ghost King!"

Monk Zhenji was shocked when he saw this, pinched the seal with his hand and wanted to go forward to protect Chen Qiu, but was pulled tightly by Zhang Lan.

"I'm sorry, Qiu Buping is indeed dead."

Chen Qiu did not dodge or avoid, and let the violent ghost hold two axes and hit him. His eyes were calm. When Liu Junshan rushed over, he said:

"But he can still live!"

"Um?"

The second head of the army suddenly stopped in place, like Aladdin's magic lamp, and his lower body was swept into the cold wind. The gloomy axe in his hand was less than three inches away from Chen Qiu's forehead.

On his face that was burned by the fire, which was beyond recognition, the only one-eyed eyes were blood-red, staring at Chen Qiu.

"Are you lying to me? How can a person be resurrected when he dies?"

He cursed.

Chen Qiu raised his hand, holding the sword jade in his hand, and he said:

"If you don't believe it, you can see it yourself. Qiu Buping is among them. He can live a resurgence, but now there is a group of people who are hindering him from living a resurgence. They want to cholera Qilu, and turn their hometown, which he has protected for fourteen years, into a ghost."

"What do you have to do with me?"

Liu Junshan shouted:

"We are dead. Everything in the world is true or evil, and it has nothing to do with us. Now the only concern is the future of life and death of our elder brother!"

After saying that, the ghost was not afraid at all, flashed into a ray of light and jumped into the sword jade. After a breath, he reappeared in front of Shen Qiu.

The ghost's face was gloomy. He grabbed the two axes and looked at Chen Qiu, and said directly:

"Where is the enemy that prevents my elder brother from resurrecting?"

"I will take you there."

Chen Qiu shrugged and said to Liu Junshan:

"But they have a lot of people, and you are the only one who can go there, I'm afraid it won't work."

"Ha ha ha ha"

After hearing this, Liu Junshan's ghost smiled long.

"More than people? I am a bad guy, and I am a world-wide hero. When have I been afraid of it? Qian Guaizi, Wang Da'er, Chen Crack! Don't sleep, get up!"

He turned around and cursed.

The next moment, under the creepy gaze behind Shen Qiu, a ghost like Liu Junshan appeared on each tomb, and the blue and cold light was densely filled with dense light, spreading throughout the back mountain at this moment.

How many heroes have been buried here for the past fourteen years?

How many people are unwilling to accept the situation and willing to fight another battle for the loyal brother?

They all maintained the tragic situation when they died, and they were the norm for missing arms and legs, and there were also several headless knights who had lost their heads.

Being watched by these nearly 10,000 ghosts and being watched by the dense and cold eyes, even monk Zhenji who had seen the real world, lowered his head and recited the scriptures silently at this moment.

"You all heard it!"

Liu Junshan hung in the air, shouting with his hips:

"The eldest brother is dead, but he can still be resurrected, but there are thieves who stop them. I cannot allow them to be free! I cannot allow the eldest brother to be resurrected, and I cannot allow the thief to delay the resurrection!

Now, I want to follow Chen Qiu's son to kill the enemy and break the formation, and make me famous for being a non-city village!

Can you still fight?"

There was a dead silence.

The next moment, Chen Qiu's familiar Qian Guaizi raised his hand and broke the knife, and shouted in a broken voice:

"Kill those dog thieves! Welcome back to the boss!"

"Swish"

He turned into a blue flying star and rushed towards Chen Qiu. It seemed like a switch or a signal. The next moment, thousands of ghosts scattered across the mountain jumped into the air in the form of flying stars.

Chen Qiu laughed and opened his arms, raising the spear in his hand towards the sky.

Amid his laughter, countless star dots lingered him, rolling up a gloomy storm, and rushing to merge into the sword jade. The number was too large, which made the sword jade emit a cold green light.

"Pooh!"
To be continued...