The geese return to the valley.

Zhao's Daxian Temple.

The Yin Qi diffused, and the entire temple seemed to be covered with a layer of gray-black gauze, making it dark and cold.

Gray-black frost flowers quietly condensed all over the ground.

Fu Xuanxu stood in the air, holding complex spells in his hands. He was surrounded by yellow-brown talismans. Countless mysterious cloud seals were constantly squirming and intertwined on the talismans, and invisible forces crisscrossed the talismans.

They are intertwined to form a small defensive formation with clear light.

Around him, around him, as well as above and below his head, there were all kinds of weird and yin-filled ghosts.

"Hehe...hehehe...hehe..."

The sharp and harsh laughter continued continuously, and pairs of eyes full of malice stared directly at Fu Xuanxu. The ghosts circled around him quickly, and the shrill laughter and howls that shocked the mind were like a tide, impacting one after another.

Talisman array.

One by one, the talismans were suspended in the void, and they were constantly glowing like water waves.

The ghost's face was ferocious, and the malice in its eyes was even deeper. It seemed that the next moment, it would swarm forward and tear Fu Xuanxu into pieces.

With their crazy attack, the traces of Yunzhuan quickly faded and faded. After a moment, a talisman with nearly disappeared Yunzhuan was ignited with blazing fire.

Fu Xuanxu had no expression on his face. He took out a talisman from his storage bag with one hand and quickly added it.

Soon, another talisman was about to be consumed.

With the tireless attack of the ghosts, the talisman burned rapidly, and Fu Xuanxu was gradually unable to fill the gap in time.

Thick Yin Qi seemed to sense a flaw, roaring into the formation and eroding rapidly.

Suddenly, there were a few more talismans that could still be used, but the cloud seals on them quickly faded, and the effectiveness of the entire talisman array suddenly dropped a lot.

"Hee... hee hee hee... hee hee... hee hee hee..."

The ghosts raised their heads one after another and let out hysterical laughter, as if the actual Yin Qi surged and hit the entire talisman array crazily.

After a stalemate for only a moment, the dilapidated talisman array could no longer hold up. All the talismans burned together in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, they were all reduced to ashes.

Seeing the talisman array disappearing, the ghosts suddenly showed ferocious expressions and rushed towards Fu Xuanxu while roaring.

At the same time, the magic formula that Fu Xuanxu had been pinching in his hand was finally completed. The two fingers of his right hand stood in front of his chest, and the palm of his left hand faced the sky, as if holding a square of void. Suddenly, the palm of his hand turned over, and then he pressed down hard.

In an instant, a huge green mountain shadow emerged from the void and crashed towards the ghost.

The violent wind tore everything in sight, and the mountains plummeted. It was so majestic and unstoppable that it seemed to crush the entire Zhao Immortal Temple into powder!

boom!!

All the ghosts that rushed up were smashed into pieces by the green mountain.

The ground shook suddenly, but the Zhao Family Daxian Temple remained motionless, not even a single green brick paved on the ground was broken.

Fu Xuanxu frowned, this temple is inhabited by ghosts at the level of gods!

Otherwise, the move he just made would be enough to raze the entire temple, as well as the surrounding land, to the ground!

At this time, the shadows of the green mountains slowly dissipated, and more than half of the bombarded ghosts dissipated, turning into streams of black energy that instantly merged into the remaining ghosts.

The remaining ghosts' aura instantly increased and became stronger. They raised their heads and let out a furious roar, and continued to rush towards Fu Xuanxu.

Fu Xuanxu still stood in the air, pushed out his palm flatly, and swept across the entire field with a huge light cyan palm print, instantly sending several ferocious ghosts rushing towards him flying away.

Before he could take a breath, several blue-black tentacles suddenly shot out from behind him and wrapped around Fu Xuanxu's limbs instantly.

The other ghosts took advantage of the situation and swarmed forward, attacking Fu Xuanxu like a violent storm with all kinds of attacks.

Fu Xuanxu snorted coldly, and activated [Modao Qingxian] instantly, breaking all the tentacles in one go. Then he pressed down with his hands, and five green mountain shadows, slightly smaller than before, crashed down...

Boom boom boom boom…

The tide of ghosts continued to dissipate, turning into streams of black energy and integrating into the bodies of the surviving companions.

As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer ghosts left...

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Zhao's Daxian Temple.

On the square table in front of the shrine, basins of offerings were pouring out blood, like a blood spring, and the blood seemed endless.

The night is vast and the courtyard is filled with darkness.

Zhongkui Yueji stood in the open space under the shrine. Behind him, a Dharma statue was rising slowly.

The Dharma's appearance is tall, wearing a crown, a long sword hanging from his waist, and nine strings of beads hanging down to his chest, blocking his face. He only feels graceful, majestic and noble, majestic and bright, like the descending of a monarch.

At this moment, the Faxiang held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the ghosts rushing up from all directions with his huge palm.

The ghost screamed and disappeared instantly, dispersing into the surrounding darkness.

The giant hand grabbed nothing.

At this moment, crimson tongues covered with barbs suddenly stuck out from the darkness and wrapped around Zhong Kui's thorny appearance.

The whole body of the Dharma image immediately ignited with pale golden flames.

The flame was as bright as the sun, pure and majestic, and instantly burned out all tongues.

In the darkness, the shrill screams of ghosts could be heard.

The Faxiang didn't hesitate and slapped his palm in the direction where the scream came from.

boom!!!

The sound of the ghost crying suddenly stopped, the dust and smoke dispersed, and the earth shook violently.

Faxiang slowly moved his palm away, only to see that in the darkness, strands of darkness were slowly drifting away.

The strong and substantive hatred within him has been burned away by the pale golden flames on the body of the Dharma.

The next moment, the flames around the Dharma Image suddenly surged, and immediately exploded suddenly!

There was no sound, no devastation, just like a small sun disk rising into the sky.

A sudden burst of bright light completely illuminated the originally dark temple, making it look like daylight, every detail appearing.

All the ghosts hidden in the shadows had nowhere to hide. They shrieked and retreated, instinctively hating the light.

Zhongkui climbed up the spine without any hesitation, and thought in her mind, "Keng!"

The Dharma Prime Minister drew out the long sword from his waist and immediately struck at the ghosts...

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The night is dim, and the incense sticks are burning brightly.

Green smoke billows and disperses.

Ning Wuye held the flying sword in his hand, surrounded by sword aura, and the sword intent on his body was fierce and majestic. Even though his sleeves were stained with blood, his aura did not decrease but increased. The whole person was like a famous sword in the middle of a battle, with its sharp edge clearly visible.

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Right now, the entire Zhao Clan Immortal Temple is filled with criss-crossing fierce swords.

Opposite him, the statue of the god had revealed its true form.

It is a tall and burly ghost with a green face and fangs. It has eight arms on its back, its chest and abdomen are densely covered with red eyes, and its whole body is filled with a savage, ferocious, and bloodthirsty aura.
Chapter completed!