"No! The evil spirit is too strong, and it is impossible to set up a teleportation array here!" The old Tianshi was so anxious that he turned around. The formation he set up disappeared with a visible degree of naked eyes, and it could not form a formation at all. He was so anxious that he was sweating and anxious.

"Uncle Master! Uncle Master, save me!"

The young master exclaimed, and his whole body was hit by a trace of ghosts. Whenever he hit, the ghost penetrated his body, and he also screamed, and the breath of spiritual power gradually weakened.

"Ah! Don't come here!" The city lord saw the running ghost pounced towards him, and was so shocked that he covered his sleeves and lay down.

"Escape!" the old Tianshi shouted and ran towards them, but the next moment, he was entangled by the evil spirit and lifted it into the air, and he struggled in the air.

This scene was very similar to the scene before Liu Er's death, which made the other Tianshi Master below, the city lord and others pale, for fear that the Tianshi Master would be sucked away all his essence, qi and blood in the next moment.

"Uncle Master!"

The young Tianshi, who was hit by the ghost, had lost all his spiritual power and could not get up for a long time, fell to the ground and could not get up for a long time. The people in Tianshi Hall could not contact him, the formation could not be set, and no one could come to help them. At present, can only watch the uncle die by the Yinsha sucking all his essence, blood and blood?

However, just when he was despair, he heard a Buddhist voice coming and looked at the sound, and saw a monk in green coming stepping on the breeze.

He had delicate eyebrows and eyes, holding a bowl in his hand, but a sacred Buddha light and holy power was scattered all over his body. Even the surrounding yin energy automatically disappeared. As long as the ghosts and ghosts rushed forward approached, as soon as they approached him, they would make a shrill ghost howl and then disappear into ashes and dissipate between the air.

As he raised his hand, the bowl he held in his hand gradually became larger as the small bowl flew into the air, and the mouth of the bowl turned downwards. The dazzling Buddha light spread out from the bowl, as dazzling as the sun's light, making people unable to look directly.

The monk Qingyi, who was wearing Buddha's light, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, folded his hands and murmured to recite the scriptures. The fonts made of scriptures came out of his mouth, and they were stringed together one by one, forming circles of Buddhist scriptures turning with the rotation of the bowl.

"ah……"

"Woo...ah..."

The ghostly cries sounded, with a faint howling sound, which made people creepy. As the Holy Heavenly Bowl rotated, all the yin energy below was put into the bowl body, and the ghosts were plastered under the chain circle formed by the scriptures and disappeared into the air.

Even the hundred ghosts wrapped around the King of Ghosts were howling in horror at this time, and a trace of ghost shadows flew out to escape, but they all disappeared under the Buddha's light.

"Ah! No! Don't leave! Don't leave!"

The ghost ghost shouted in panic, waving his empty hands to stop the ghosts flying out of its body, but no matter how he stopped them, the ghosts still spread out and eventually dissipated between the air.

"Why! Why even God wants to help them! They should all die! They should all die!"
Chapter completed!