After all, the thousand-year-old ghost cannot be played by players at the level of Huan Xin. The old ghost in black easily strangled his neck. Just when Huan Xin felt suffocated, a sword beam with evil aura instantly cut off the old ghost in black's arm.
The old ghost took a few steps back in pain, and soon his ghost claws recovered, and he looked at the Cold Wave Sword Soul with cold eyes. Sword Soul said with a murderous look on his face: "Do you think I am air?"
"Sword Soul? I haven't heard of it for many years!" The old ghost in black bared his fangs and said excitedly.
"It's quite knowledgeable. He is indeed an old ghost who has lived for a thousand years. It's a pity that his martial soul has been sealed. Otherwise, you would still be able to say so many words here?" Jianhun said with unfinished meaning.
Then, Sword Soul turned to look at Huan Xin who was still breathing heavily and said: "Hey, boy, even if you can't beat him, you have to go all out. The worst is to die. You will still be a good man after eighteen years!"
Qingxin thought to herself, after eighteen years, I will be a good guy but useless. So he pointed at the old ghost in black and said, "Come on, let me see how defiantly you have been as a ghost for thousands of years."
Then, Huan Xin took a deep breath, made a hand gesture with his hands, and pointed his finger at the old ghost in black. I saw a light red "Long Fire Dragon" whizzing past in Huan Xin's hand, and instantly entangled the old ghost in black. The old ghost in black also exudes powerful ghost energy to resist the power brought by Lihuo.
The old ghost in black smiled sinisterly and said, "Li Huo of yours is still not strong enough."
I saw the old ghost's ghost energy coming out fiercely, directly smashing Li Huo into pieces, and he was about to fly towards Huan Xin. Huan Xin also held the flying Cold Wave Sword in his right hand, preparing to compete with it with the evil energy of the Cold Wave Sword. .
At this moment, a golden light blocked the old ghost's way. The yellow light instantly formed the virtual image of a big bell, and the ringing of bells could be heard from time to time.
Just like that, the old ghost was blocked by this sudden force. It is clear from the heart that this is a pure spell cast by the Buddha's power incarnation. I saw a person walking slowly in the distance. He was not tall at this time, but he had a strong figure. It was hard to see his appearance clearly at night, but he could tell that this was a young figure.
"Amitabha, luckily we caught up!" The young man looked at the old ghost in black and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he shouted to Huan Xin: "Boy, please step back first and take a break. I'll meet this thousand-year-old ghost!"
Huan Xin was somewhat relieved when he saw this helper falling from the sky. After all, there was a big gap between him and the thousand-year-old ghost.
Huan Xin cupped her fists and saluted the young man and said, "That's enough work. I don't know what to call my brother?"
"Zhou Jiang!"
After the young man only left a name, his right foot touched the ground and flew lightly into the air. Then he stretched out his left hand and pressed it towards the old ghost. I saw waves of powerful Buddhist "swastikas" emitting from Zhou Jiang's hand. The old ghost, who was already blocked by the golden bell, was suppressed by Zhou Jiang's Big Buddha handprint. Huan Xin's eyes lit up, and he just felt that he was coming. People are indeed unusually strong!
But the thousand-year-old ghost is not something these two young people can play with. At first, Zhou Jiang could still suppress the old ghost with his explosive power, but as time passed, the old ghost found Zhou Jiang's flaws. Finally, the old ghost found the right opportunity and grabbed Zhou Jiang's face with a "ghost claw".
Facing the menacing ghost claws, Zhou Jiang also panicked and dodged hastily. Just when the ghost claw was approaching his door, a domineering sword energy shattered the ghost claw. Huan Xin held the Cold Tide Sword in his hand and said to Zhou Jiang, "My name is Qi Huan Xin. Let's work together to deal with him."
Zhou Jiang also nodded to Huan Xin with firm eyes, as if thanking Huan Xin for his timely action just now.
I saw Zhou Jiang clasping his hands together and starting to recite Buddhist scriptures. It is not clear what scriptures are calling his heart, but the effect seems to be obvious. Zhou Jiang is surrounded by pure Buddhist power, and he is getting closer and closer. The old ghost in black.
It was obvious that the old ghost in black seemed to be very resistant to this scripture. He kept resisting with his ghost energy manically. Huan Xin saw that the old ghost was no longer as arrogant as before, so he also took this opportunity to use the "Sword Shadow" move. Without a trace", he flew the Cold Wave Sword out, and the Cold Wave Sword disappeared in mid-air, and then he heard the screams of the old ghost in black.
This is one of the thirteen moves "Cold Wave Sword Technique" in the new practice of Huxin. It's called Sword Shadow Without Trace. On the surface, it doesn't seem like much. In fact, the moment the Cold Wave Sword disappeared, the old ghost in black was at least slashed by the Cold Wave Sword. There are as many as a hundred swords. If it hadn't been for its profound knowledge, its soul would have been wiped out after this move!
When the old ghost took a look, the scene where the two men joined forces was very similar to the scene two hundred years ago, when Cheng Dezi and a monk teamed up to seal him in a dead body.
The old ghost gritted his teeth and roared at the sky, instantly knocking away Zhou Jiang's power. Then, taking advantage of the gap, he turned into a ball of black air and flew back into the mine.
When Huan Xin saw that the old ghost was about to escape, he thought something bad. If he ran into the mine, it would be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain, and there would be endless troubles.
Just when Huan Xin was about to use the "Blast of Wind Technique" to block the old ghost in black, Zhou Jiang stretched out his hand to stop him and said calmly: "Let it go, it can't get out of this mine. "
Although Huan Xin came here for the first time and it was dark night, he seemed to feel that someone had set up some kind of barrier formation here. Otherwise, the old ghost in black would have run out long ago, and he would not have been there forever. Stay here.
Just listen to Zhou Jiang continue to say: "Back then, my master, Zen Master Lingguang, was afraid that one day this ghost would be discovered, so he tore off the talismans on his body and escaped. He deliberately buried a golden Buddha statue here and formed a barrier. Control this old ghost. My master also felt that this old ghost broke through the seal of the talisman, so he sent me down the mountain to strengthen the barrier! To prevent it from running out, it would be a bloody storm!"
Only then did Huan Xin understand why this old ghost was always here. It turned out that he was suppressed by the Golden Buddha and could not leave!
Then Huan Xin politely raised her hands to Zhou Jiang and said, "I haven't asked yet, which eminent monk are you from?"
Zhou Jiang smiled, and then said in a slightly teasing tone: "I am not an eminent monk, I am a lay disciple, the kind who can eat meat and drink wine. As for the temple, ours is not very famous on Mount Wutai."
Then Huan Xin remembered that the old ghost in black had mentioned that there was a monk who surrendered with Patriarch Cheng Dezi. Coupled with what Zhou Jiang said, Huan Xin also understood a little bit. The monk the old ghost mentioned should be This is Zhou Jiang’s master, Zen Master Lingguang.
Huan Xin thought that since everyone’s ancestors knew each other a hundred years ago, there was no need for Huan Xin to hide it, so he announced his family name and said: "I am the 81st generation disciple of Beiming. I met your ancestor that year. The Taoist priest who is with Zen Master Lingguang should be named Cheng Dezi, he is the ancestor of my family!"
As soon as these words came out, Zhou Jiang also felt a little incredible, then he smiled and clasped his hands and said to Huan Xin: "Amitabha, everything is really destined. It turns out that God has arranged it a long time ago. After hundreds of years of reincarnation, the two of you will The descendants of the ancestors have gathered together again to defeat the devil together!"
Huan Xin also felt that all this was really a coincidence. Who would have thought that he would encounter this when he came to Jinzhong, and what happened was that this old ghost in black was sealed here by his senior master Cheng Dezi.
It really has its own destiny!
