The old monk's face changed unstable, like a calm lake, broken by a sudden stone, and rippled in a circle of ripples, giving people a very unreal feeling.

My eyes suddenly became solemn. No matter how much one cultivates his facial features, he cannot reach the state of formlessness. Although there is a saying in Buddhism that there is no formlessness, no desire, but no one of these old monks is not worshipped in the Buddhist temple, and no one has a specific appearance.

In other words, the person who speaks is just a vent. Some people say that the formlessness and desire are like passing clouds of time, and what they see in their eyes is the essence of the world. But even the person who says this is full of ugly money for incense and money, and their feelings cannot be escaped, so that others do not have the suspicion of taking advantage of the situation!

It's a bit far away! Since Wuying cannot be cultivated, there is only one possibility that the old monk has no fixed appearance at all. There is only one possibility that he can do this, the faceless ghost!

The change on the old monk's face only lasted for a moment, but it still made me see the clue. The Soul-Devouring Sword was instantly sacrificed and headed straight for the old monk's face.

"You!" In the soul realm, the old monk had only had time to say one sentence, and the Soul-Devouring Sword had penetrated straight into his forehead.

The old monk looked at me in disbelief, and then he looked very painful. The facial features of that face disappeared. After a moment, only a flat face was left, without eyes, mouth, nose, and no one could be called human characteristics. Only one Kawako strangely divided the face into three parts.

The corners of my mouth were slightly raised. This abbot was really transformed from a faceless ghost.

Without blood splashing or howling, the abbot's body was like a vegetable squeezed with moisture, gradually turning into a withered yellow.

At this time, the Demon Pill seemed to smell the fishy smell of cat, and could not wait to absorb it, so that the Soul-Devouring Sword actually turned into a transmission tool, causing waves of dissatisfaction, and the buzzing sword sounds endlessly.

The madness of the Heavenly Demon Pill has undoubtedly brought me great benefits. The spiritual power released is even more pure than the spiritual power tempered by the civil-clothed magic technique. So the spiritual power in the dantian was squeezed out by the spiritual power released by the Heavenly Demon Pill, and I entered the Heavenly Demon Pill again this year.

This feeling cannot be described in words. Or you can use a sentence from a friend who once got married to express it in case.

Excited heart, trembling hands!

I was excited because it was a huge opportunity, and I was trembling because the situation had exceeded my control. I was as frightened as if I was whipped by a bridal chamber, but with the joy of expectation.

It took twenty minutes. Even the soul realm became much weaker. If there was another faceless ghost at this time, even if it was only the strength of a fifth-grade master, it would probably be able to easily defeat me.

For ten minutes, I maintained the same posture, with a gloomy face. Although the soul field had weakened a lot, I still noticed that there were twenty-six figures in this temple who chose to escape immediately after the abbot died. Obviously, these must be the incarnation of the faceless ghost.

"It's really a pity!" I couldn't help but sigh! The energy of an abbot was able to catch up with half of the Heavenly Master. The most important thing is that pure spiritual power is incomparable to even the Heavenly Master.

What surprised me was that this pure spiritual power was extremely deep black, like a monster that devoured everything. If I released my spiritual power, nine people would tremble involuntarily. A person with a swelling dark aura was not like a mysterious cultivator, but more like a demon, a demon from the dark abyss.

Mo Li looked at me with some fear, and unconsciously retreated outside the door before he looked into it, as if he was afraid of being affected.

I also feel a little confused about this phenomenon. Although the breath has changed, my current transformation of physique has a natural affinity with spiritual power. It is obvious that the power contained in this black spiritual power is so peaceful, which is essentially different from the demonic energy recorded in the book.

This made me feel a lot more relieved. After all, I don’t want to be a ferocious beast that only knows how to kill. At the same time, I am even more curious about the Demon Pill. Why does the Demon Pill produce such a magical effect? ​​Who is that mysterious person?

"Old! Boss, you listen! Can you hear it?" Mo Li, who was lying on the door frame at the door, had one eye exposed, and asked carefully, as if he was ready to run away at any time.

I turned around, withdrew my breath, and smiled calmly: "What are you nervous? Go back to the Qiankun Mirror! The rest is enough for me."

Mo Li then walked in with a charming smile: "Boss, majestic, Xiaolong, my admiration for you is like the Yellow River breaking a dam, and the tsunami is surging. What happened to the boss just now."

Be sure I was fine, Mo Li immediately returned to his original unique smile.

"I don't know, if you want to know, you can continue to follow me." I spread my hands helplessly.

"Uh, forget it, my wife hasn't seen her for a week, so I'd better go back!" The pixie dragon waved his hand quickly, and his body turned into a blue cloud and disappeared in an instant.

I only have two words to say about this guy, speechless! I looked up at the sky. It was noon when the sun was shining brightly. Although I was on the mountain, I still felt a little hot.

When the soul domain was used, I felt even more regretful! Although the spiritual power in the dantian decreased by two-thirds, from the late stage of the Heavenly Master to the early stage of the Heavenly Master, the soul domain expanded by ten times to the amplitude of 100,000 meters.

Under the reflection of the soul realm, the more than twenty monks running wildly were clearly visible.

Just a thought, the body disappears out of thin air.

In the eyes of the people around him, Wunian is a monk with a very good teacher. He has never had any disputes with anyone, nor has he any money for incense from the greedy temple. Even his monk's robe is patched with patches. For pilgrims, Wunian is a respectable monk. All pilgrims who come here are treated with all their hearts and strengths.

What’s strange is that such a monk should have sat in his meditation room and chanted the Buddha’s name to appreciate the common people, but at this time he was like a stray dog, running away in a panic.

While running, he eagerly patted the watch on his wrist. The facial features on his face kept squirming, making people feel nauseous and vomiting.

Suddenly Wunian stopped, folded his hands together, his face twitched constantly, and the sweat beads flowing on his forehead, but it still looked solemn.

"Donor, I dare to ask why it blocks my way." Wu Nian's tone was calm, and he seemed to have no desires and no desires. I would give you whatever you want. I was afraid that you would hit me on my left and right sides. However, behind this calmness, his legs kept trembling, betrayed his nervousness at this moment.

"Kill you!" A curve appeared on the corner of my mouth, and my tone was also calm, as if I was facing a vegetable farmer, I raised the money in my hand and told the other party that I was going to go to your vegetable garden. I think this expression must be very owed now.

"Uh!" Wu Nian was very frustrated, but couldn't speak. Before the other party could finish his speech, a dark short sword had already passed through his forehead. His face became flat without any suspense, leaving only the strange character "Sichuan".

It was another five minutes. These faceless ghosts seemed to have little spiritual power, but their bodies were irresistible temptations that the Demon Pills of Heavenly Demon Pills could not resist. Knowing that the Faceless Ghosts = completely turned into ashes, the Demon Pills of Heavenly Demon Pills stopped. But time was also exhausted at this time.

There are more than twenty faceless ghosts, and at this time there are only three left in the soul realm.

I pulled out the Soul-Devouring Sword and disappeared again without hesitation. Unfortunately, this is destined to be my last success.

This is a monk about fifteen or sixteen years old. Facing my face, he showed a panic of fear. However, his eyes looked extremely fierce.

This time I didn't even say anything. As I appeared, my right hand formed a claw and directly grabbed the top of Xiao He's head. Ten fingers stabbed in like sharp knife squads.

"Soul Search!" This is the move learned from Mo Li. Although it is a little cruel, it is very practical. For me, the faceless ghost is the best choice to quickly improve my strength. I will have psychological barriers to kill the mysterious cultivator, but I will not feel any discomfort at all. What's more, these faceless ghosts are all jumping in my eyes at this time. How can I let it go?

If you can't catch all these twenty faceless ghosts in one go, searching the soul will naturally become the only choice.

It goes without saying that this faceless ghost has the strength. Before I was inferior to the fifth-grade master, these faceless ghosts were like a mountain to me. Even Ningxiang fell into a coma because of the faceless ghost. Naturally, she hated her forever.

Memory fragments gushed like a tide. I quickly fell into stagnation.

A dark world seemed to be in endless despair around it, and the cry of pain came and fell like a tide.

A thin figure hid in the corner and couldn't see around him, but felt a warm feeling coming from his hands, and opened his mouth and ate it with big mouths.

These days lasted for a long time until one day when the ground suddenly vibrated. A crack broke into the sky, and a trace of light shone in through the crack.

Countless figures rushed over like crazy. In a moment, this ray of light should not be completely submerged.

"Get out of here and give way to the king!" A trembling roar came, and countless voices fell like raindrops, but they could not feel any rebellious. They knelt on the ground and shivered.

In the faint light, a huge cart led by hundreds of people slowly walked over, but the person who called was a man in armor in front of the cart, and the momentum emitted made the figures around him tremble even more violently.

On the car, a lazy sound lay on the chair. He held a beautiful wine with an attractive aroma in his hand, and there were fruits at his feet that made everyone crazy.
Chapter completed!