Chapter 609 The Holy Power of Buddha Light

"Not good! The evil spirit is too heavy, so I can't set up a teleportation formation here!" The older Celestial Master was in a hurry, and the formation formation disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Sweaty and anxious.

"Uncle Master! Uncle Master, save me!"

The young Celestial Master exclaimed, and his whole body was hit by ghosts, and every time he hit, the ghosts passed through his body, and he also let out a scream, the spiritual energy on his body. It also gradually weakened.

"Ah! Don't come here!" The city lord saw the scurrying ghost rushing towards him, and fell down with his sleeves covered in surprise.

"Escape!" the older Celestial Master shouted and ran towards them, but the next moment, he was entangled in the air by the Yin Sha, and the whole person struggled in the air.

This scene is very similar to the previous scene before Liu Er's death, which made the other Celestial Master below, the city owner and others turn pale in shock, fearing that the Celestial Master will also be sucked dry in the next moment. Blood.

"Uncle Master!"

The young Celestial Master, who was knocked down by the ghost and completely dissipated his spiritual energy, fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while, and was desperate. The people in Tianshitang can't be contacted, the formation can't be set up, and no one can come to help them. Right now, they can only watch the uncle being sucked out of the essence and blood by Yin Sha to die?

However, just when he was in despair, he heard a Buddha sound, and when he looked towards the place of the sound, he saw a monk in Tsing Yi walking on the breeze.

He has delicate eyebrows and a bowl in his hand, but his body exudes a sacred Buddha light and holy energy, and even the yin around him automatically recedes. , they all made a shrill ghost howl and then disappeared into the air.

As for the bowl he held in his hand, as he raised his hand and tossed it, the small bowl flew upward and gradually grew larger, the bowl turned downward, and the dazzling Buddha light radiated from the bowl, just like the sun It was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The monk in Tsing Yi, who was wearing Buddha light, lowered his eyebrows, folded his hands and murmured the scriptures. The scriptures formed from the scriptures came out of his mouth, and they were strung together one by one, forming a circle of Buddhist scriptures. As the bowl turns and turns.

"what……"

"Ugh...ah..."

The ghostly cry, whining, with a faint howling sound, makes people horrified. With the rotation of the holy heaven bowl, all the yin below is absorbed into the bowl, and those ghosts are in the bowl. Under the chain formed by the scriptures, a wisp of ashes vanished into the air.

Even the Hundred Ghosts wrapped around the King of Hundred Ghosts were howling in horror at this time, and ghosts flew out trying to escape, but they all disappeared without a trace under the Buddha's light.

"Ah! No! Don't go! Don't go!"

The shadowy ghost shouted in panic, waving its empty hands to stop the ghosts flying out of its body, but no matter how he stopped it, those ghosts scattered and finally dissipated in the air.

"Why! Why does God have to help them! They're all damned! They're all damned!"

The yin evil ghost roared and wanted to attack the bald-headed monk in blue clothes, but as he approached him, the yin qi on his body gradually disappeared, and the ghost that finally condensed gradually dissipated and became blurred. ,transparent.