Ruyi Town is a remote town located on the edge of Nanzhou Prefecture.
Because of its remote location, Ruyi Town was not affected by the war.
But because of its remote location, the people here have already been harmed by night ghosts.
Only some old, weak, sick and disabled people still live in this empty town.
Not long ago, Wuhua had been walking in the villages near Cangzhou Prefecture and Nanzhou Prefecture, helping people who had been displaced by the war.
Wuhua is just a little monk with a heart to save people in need.
If you encounter night ghosts, send them to see the Buddha.
On the way to rescue the victims, Wuhua met three ghost hunters dressed in white.
For some reason, as soon as they met, these three people attacked Wuhua regardless of the reason, as if they wanted to kill Wuhua.
The battle began in a city by the Canglan River. Wuhua was no match for the three of them.
After chasing and escaping all the way, Wuhua came to Ruyi Town again.
Not bad, again.
Half a month ago, Wuhua rescued the people who survived the night ghosts here.
Who knew that coming back today would be so embarrassing.
"The young monk has no enmity with the three of them, so why do the three of them want to hunt down the young monk?" Wuhua asked.
The only answer to Wuhua was the light of swords and swords.
The pursuit for several days had already caused Wuhua to suffer quite a lot of injuries.
The plain white monk's robe was stained with countless mud, and his arms and face were stained with blood.
The eyes that were supposed to be clear and lively became cloudy and dim.
The past few days of fleeing had left him exhausted, and he finally felt the feeling of despair.
Everyone in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion is a genius in the world, and the cooperation between the three of them is even more flawless.
Trap the enemy, fight, and kill.
Everyone performs their own duties and switches offense and defense between each other.
Each sword struck at Wuhua's vitals.
The three ghost hunters are all young people. They appear to be in their twenties, but their cultivation is enough to be regarded as young geniuses in the world.
The strongest person is Shang Fenghua, whose cultivation has reached the eighth level of Kaibei.
The other two are brothers and sisters - Qiao Jun and Qiao Ting, both of whom are at the seventh level of the Open Monument.
The three of them working together are capable of fighting even the strong men of the ninth level of Kaibei.
But Wuhua, who was only at the seventh level of the Open Monument, was like an unkillable cockroach, chasing him for several days without killing him.
clang!
The phantom of the golden bell trembled and made an earth-shattering sound.
The golden bell has blocked Wuhua from Shang Fenghua's broadsword countless times.
The golden light of Buddhism protected Wuhua's body and blocked the sword light of Qiao Jun brother and sister again.
The three people were fluttering in white clothes, standing still in the wind.
Shang Fenghua blocked Wuhua's way, while Qiao Jun and his sister stood behind Wuhua.
One after another, Wuhua was forced to have no way to escape.
Even in the face of such a desperate situation, Wuhua remained calm.
Buddha said: No worries, no fear, no joy, no sorrow, no signs of living beings.
The "卍" seal between Wuhua's forehead flickered on and off, and each time it flickered, the light became weaker and weaker.
Wuhua asked again: "Why did the three donors kill the young monk?"
This is a question Wuhua has always puzzled over.
Aren't ghost hunters supposed to hunt night ghosts?
The little monk is not a night ghost, so why are you chasing him?
This time, Qiao Ting responded: "You have the aura of Night Ghost, which is extremely strong. If it has nothing to do with Night Ghost, it will never attract our Tan Youying."
Tanyouyingying, this is a kind of firefly specially cultivated by Ghost Hunting Pavilion to track night ghosts.
It has been used in wars thousands of years ago.
Just don’t spread it to the world.
"But the little monk is indeed a human race, not a night ghost." Wuhua defended.
Qiao Ting took out a porcelain vase, and several fireflies emitting green light flew out of the vase.
These exploring fireflies exude a cold aura, as if they come from the underworld.
I saw Tan Youying flying quickly towards Wuhua and landing on Wuhua's shoulders and sleeves.
Qiao Ting snorted coldly: "See for yourself. Little Night Ghost dares to disguise himself as a monk and cause trouble to the world!"
Shang Fenghua also said: "Don't say so much, kill him! Take his head and go to Xuankong Temple to question him."
Wu Hua also didn’t understand why Tan Youying landed on her, let alone why she had the aura of a night ghost on her body.
Facing the three people's offensive, Wuhua would not sit still and wait for death.
Buzz!
Golden light filled the streets, and the shadow of the golden bell kept appearing, blocking the three people's attacks.
The "Golden Bell" is divided into three levels. Compared with Yu Zhi, Wuhua's "Golden Bell" has already reached the second level, which is much more powerful.
The clear and crisp ringing of the bells was very urgent, like a dirge that was urging people to die.
Shang Fenghua never thought that the handsome little monk in front of him could withstand their pursuit for nine consecutive days.
Those Buddhist golden light statues were an unbreakable wall, blocking all attacks.
Even though Wuhua was chased and jumped up and down, the three of them could not give Wuhua the final blow.
Shang Fenghua held the broad knife with both hands, and a cold and sharp black light flashed across the blade.
Different from the white robe of the ghost hunter, Shang Fenghua's broad sword is completely black, like a black hole, capable of swallowing everything and destroying everything.
Shang Fenghua stepped forward, his true energy surged, and the black broadsword swept across.
The knife is not as light and agile as the sword, especially the broadsword is even heavier.
Therefore, Shang Fenghua's speed is not very fast.
Even the blessing of true energy was enough to give Wuhua time to evade.
But Shang Fenghua also has two teammates.
Qiao Jun and Qiao Ting had already entangled Wu Hua, their swords were combined, and the sword light intertwined into a cage, covering Wu Hua's body.
Whenever Wuhua wants to escape, countless sword lights will block Wuhua's way and block it.
Buzz!
The sound of sword chanting sounded in Wuhua's ears.
The next moment, the sleeves of the monk's robe were torn by sword light and fell to the ground.
After several trials, Qiao Jun's sword light found an opportunity and invaded Wuhua's defense of Buddhist golden light.
This is not a killer move!
It's good to kill Wuhua, but this is by no means the last blow prepared by the three for Wuhua.
"retreat!"
Shang Fenghua's voice sounded in Qiao Jun Qiao Ting's ears.
The brother and sister touched the ground with their feet and jumped into the air, away from the area where Wuhua was.
When Wu Hua was confused, behind Wu Hua, Shang Fenghua dragged his broad knife and rubbed a dazzling spark on the ground.
There was thunder surging above the black blade, and traces of silver-white arcs were twisting and surging.
boom!
Shang Fenghua's expression was cold, his feet were fixed on the ground like wooden stakes, and his arms burst out with powerful force and danced the broadsword.
The sword that will open up the world is ready and ready to go.
In an instant, thunder surged, pouring out from the blade of the broadsword like a waterfall.
At this moment, there was only the silver-white light of thunder left between heaven and earth.
The streets were filled with thunder, and countless electric arcs twisted into long whips, dancing crazily and destroying all the houses on both sides of the street.
The thunder light illuminated Wuhua's face, and the bright red blood stains on his face turned into silvery white.
Wuhua's expression became cold and hard, he clasped his hands together, and then the shadow of the golden bell reappeared.
All the energy in the whole body was integrated into the golden bell shadow.
Ancient Sanskrit characters appeared one after another on the golden bell's shadow, constantly solidifying the shadow, making it look like a real golden bell.
The golden light of Buddhism soars into the sky and goes straight into the clouds.
There seems to be an ancient Buddha sitting in mid-air overlooking the world.
The menacing broadsword required Wuhua to defend with all his strength.
The blade rotated, causing Shang Fenghua's body to rotate together.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
Continuous rapid shaking sounds continued to be heard.
Thunder and golden light intertwined and collided continuously, and the aftermath of the shock destroyed all nearby houses.
The ground cracked, the rocks shattered, and then turned into powder and disappeared with the wind.
The center of Ruyi Town ushered in an unprecedented and devastating disaster.
A ruin is about to form.
The two instigators were still attacking each other in the thunder-filled center.
The black blade fell on the golden bell.
The silver-white thunder annihilated the Sanskrit characters on the golden bell one by one.
The shadow of the golden bell is getting darker and darker.
When the shadow of the golden bell disappears completely, it will be the time for Wuhua to die.
Shang Fenghua was originally a strong person in the eighth level of the Open Monument, and was a step above Wuhua in terms of realm.
And Wuhua, who has been hunted for so long, is no longer in his prime.
Qiao Jun, who was far away from the battlefield, looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but said: "The cultivation level of this night ghost is indeed very strong. Only with the level of the seventh level of the Open Monument, can Fenghua use the Silver Thunder Sword. Even the few in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion can Even the position can’t be done.”
Qiao Ting crossed her arms, with only Shang Fenghua's figure in her eyes.
"This young monk is naturally no match for Brother Fenghua. Those geniuses rumored in the world don't know how powerful Brother Fenghua is. Otherwise, the young King of Hell and the master of the Sky-Breaking Sword would all succumb to Brother Fenghua's sword."
Qiao Ting has an almost obsessive admiration for Shang Fenghua.
In the Ghost Hunting Pavilion, apart from the superior Yun Ange, there are also Shang Fenghua and others.
These people are definitely genius-level existences in the world.
It is precisely because of this that the Ghost Hunting Pavilion, which has been hidden in the world, brought these people who had been trained for many years into the world and began to kill night ghosts.
Qiao Jun glanced at his sister helplessly.
How could he not know what Qiao Ting was thinking.
However, what matters is what Shang Fenghua feels.
Suddenly, Qiao Jun turned his head and looked outside Ruyi Town. Outside the wilderness, a breath that was not weaker than theirs kept approaching.
"Qiao Ting, get ready. Someone is approaching!"
At this time, the battle between Shang Fenghua and Wuhua also changed.
Buzz!
The golden bell is broken!
The silver-white thunder swallowed up Wuhua's Buddhist golden light, and then swallowed up Wuhua's figure.
clang!
In the silvery white lightning, no one could see clearly what was happening.
But the disappearance of the golden bell's shadow proved the outcome of this battle.
Dust was flying, and there were ruins all around. The collapsed ruins were covered with silver arcs of electricity crawling like small snakes.
Fortunately, this place has long been deserted, and the old, weak, sick and disabled people also live on the edge of Ruyi Town.
The lightning gradually dissipated, and a figure flew out from the lightning.
Wuhua's body was wrapped with lightning, and these terrifying lightnings were constantly eroding Wuhua's body, invading Wuhua's flesh and blood through wounds.
Wuhua rolled several times on the ground and finally fell to the ground helplessly.
The pain caused by the thunder paralyzed his body, and his entire body was controlled by Wuhua.
Shang Fenghua had put the broadsword back on his back. In his opinion, the battle was over.
Next, he will cut off Wuhua's head and take him to Xuankong Temple to question him.
Wuhua still had a breath left. He reluctantly sat up, his eyes were still clear, and he clasped his hands together like an old monk meditating, waiting for the butcher's knife to be swung down.
Facing life and death, without fear or compassion, this is the true meaning of Buddhism.
I didn't understand it before, only after experiencing life and death can I understand it.
At this moment, Shang Fenghua seemed to feel that the monk in front of him was just a monk.
But why do human monks have such a strong aura of night ghosts?
This is even stronger than those night ghosts.
