The bamboo shadows are shining and dancing.

A touch of green and green light, like bamboo shoots breaking through the ground, it instantly connects the sky and the earth, turning a darkness into a vast blue sky.

The light converges, revealing its true appearance, and it turns out to be a bamboo forest that looks up at without wildness.

——Shadow Bamboo!

It is firm and tough, no matter how hard it is, it will be broken. No matter how tough it is, it will be unable to withstand infinite strength, only the shadow of helping the heavier, no firmness, no form, no matter how it involves the virtual and the real, and no disaster of cutting off the roots.

Shadow bamboo is an ancient spiritual root. It does not rely on firmness or toughness as its support. The body changes between virtual and real, and can even hurt people's souls in a moment.

If one blow can not cover all the virtual and real things, it cannot damage its body. It can be said to be a powerful spiritual object in the world.

Lin Sen was originally a wood spiritual qualification, and the Dharma image was actually such a pure wood spirit thing. No wonder he was so sensitive to meat and so concerned about dust.

When the shadow bamboo magic appears, the sparse shadows slant and the faint fragrance floats. The rich yin energy and decay energy in the mine cave seem to disappear in an instant. The light and distant fragrance of wood spirit and the fragrance of bamboo leaves make people forget the world when they hear it.

Under the misty blue clouds, Lin Sen pinched his hands into a ring, and shook it suddenly like a white crane flapping its wings.

In an instant, the wind raged and bamboo leaves flew.

The edges of the pieces were covered with golden cilia, and bamboo leaves with green glows shook off from the entire bamboo forest and disappeared in front of them. When they appeared again, they had already reached the bodies of ghosts like flying knives.

The extremely pure green flowers, the most poisonous and filthy yin energy, the two are naturally tit-for-tat and cannot coexist. After a moment of struggle, all the yin energy in the body of the bamboo leaves and the body's ghosts were dispersed, suddenly becoming an empty shell, and instantly dissipated.

Lin Sen has prepared for so long that the power of the Dharma Spirit Art she had just used is naturally more than that.

When his hands were shaken, they did not take it back. Instead, they took advantage of the stretching momentum and waved their fingers like playing the piano and zither. With his movements, all the bamboo shadows seemed to have life, stretching and extending, as if they were swam towards the ghost gathering in the distance like endlessly.

As soon as it touched the ghost, the bamboo shadow suddenly became excited, either penetrated and penetrated, or wobbled, like a group of demons dancing or whipped the earth. In a blink of an eye, the ghost was gone wherever the bamboo shadow reached.

Except for Wang Xinling and Yingning who had no combat power and were protected by everyone, the other five people used their own tricks. After a while, nearly a thousand ghosts died under their hands.

But not only did everyone's faces not show their beauty, but they all looked as deep as water and slowly retreated.

After a lot of killing, the ghosts in front of him still swarmed forward, with no sign of being weakened or reduced, just like endless.

The back road was blocked and surrounded by all sides. These ghosts seemed to be commanding by someone. If they didn't make a sound, they would make a splash. Once activated, they would not leave any retreat for everyone.

The group of seven people had to fight and walk under the guidance of Wang Xinling. I don’t know how long it took, and the sound of ghosts and howling wolves were chaotic, and the sound of spells roaring and roaring. They turned and retreated from the tunnel and fought in a large cave. They suddenly stopped, but it was not the ghost who stopped attacking, but there was no way ahead.

At this point, although everyone consumed a lot of spiritual power, none of them were damaged. Even Wang Xinling, who had the weakest combat power, killed a few fish that had missed the net.

This made everyone happy and surprised.

Logically speaking, such a number of ghosts is enough to defeat a small sect. Although everyone is self-reliant, it is absolutely impossible to say that they are comparable to a small sect.

But this is the case. Although the ghost is like a tide and has no time to stop, I can't do anything about the few people in front of me, with a strange smell in it.

After so long fighting, everyone also discovered something strange. The real ghost spirit should be far more powerful. The things in front of them are slow and stiff, without any magical powers. It seems that the only way to attack is to pounce and rely on the Yin Qi in the body to erode the enemy.

Although there was doubt in my heart, everyone was not even able to think about it at this time, and they were only busy and used their means to kill the endless ghosts one by one.

At this point, the strange world's will no longer be held by Zhang Fan, but floated near him, turning up and down with Zhang Fan's thoughts, and released devastating spells one by one.

Last moment, lightning burst out from the sky. Next moment, as the pages turned, a fire arrow suddenly appeared, but it did not shoot directly. Instead, it circled a circle and hit the ground not far behind Zhang Fan, and went straight into it.

"Chi Chi" sounded, accompanied by the sound of ghost crying. Such things have happened countless times. Everyone has been surprised at the beginning to become accustomed to it now.

The one who was killed underground by the fire arrow was the strongest among the ghosts, and the one who first appeared and attacked Zhang Fan. They had more ability to penetrate the walls than ordinary ghosts. The attack position was uncertain, and they flashed up and down, left and right, which was how they could cause some trouble to everyone.

However, although the ghost in front of me is weak, I still feel tired and overwhelmed my whole body.

It is a simple truth to kill ants with elephants, but only when you really face this situation can you truly experience the torture and horror.

If this continues, Zhang Fan changed his mind and thought about countermeasures. Although these ghosts are not very lethal, they cannot be killed. When everyone's spiritual power is exhausted, isn't they still the meat on the chopping board?

While thinking, he did not relax his vigilance. A fireball suddenly shot out of the strange object and hit the top of it, turning a ghost that poked out from the top of the cave into a trace of blue smoke!

Could it be that Zhang Fan, who was a little careless, suddenly his eyes condensed when he saw this ghost, and he began to guess in his heart.

Scenes of entering this mine flashed in front of your eyes, and finally frozen in the moment when the first ghost appeared.

But in an instant, he suddenly woke up, looked around the four walls of the big cave, and then shouted: "What's wrong, don't be in love with the battle, go."

Before he finished speaking, the flame suddenly rose.

Zhang Fan was like a burning human-shaped torch, stepping forward with a mysterious trajectory, falling to the ground wherever he walked, and red lotus bloomed.

Lotus grow step by step, and flowers bloom in the world.

As the light reached, the surrounding ghosts seemed to be exposed to the most violent sunlight in an instant, avoiding each other, wailing and retreating quickly. In just two or three breaths, all the ghosts that were beyond their reach turned into shimmering blue smoke. Even if they dodge quickly, they could not help shrinking several times, and their body size changed from adults to one-year-old children.

At this time, Zhang Fan had no time to check the results of the battle. He activated the flames so violently, which was a great burden on himself. He took a few quick breaths before he slightly calmed down the stimulating blood.
Chapter completed!