Chapter 88 Fierce Battle

With the top of the hill as the core, the gravel was like a dragon, covering the sky and the sun, rolling up to the sky in circles, as if the most terrible sandstorm was coming.

And in the swirling hurricane of mad sand, there were faint black shadows, they were twisted and uncertain, invisible and intangible, with a heavy yin aura, screaming, and constantly rushing to the top of the peak.

This was the "evil ghosts demanding life" of the "Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls" activated by the crying old man with the mad sand magic!

At the foot of the mountain, the green oasis withered rapidly in the flying "sand" and rocks, and the ground was bleak and yellow, as if all the water had been drained. The cattle and sheep herders all stood still, their skin and muscles dehydrated inch by inch, and faint black shadows flew out of their bodies and threw themselves at the "evil ghosts" on the top of the peak.

This terrible scene did not stop at the hill and the nearby oasis, but spread to a radius of hundreds of miles, draining the souls of all living beings and withering the entire earth.

Outside the Liusha Village, the wind and sand covered the relatively normal soil, which dried and cracked, extending from the direction of the hill to the village and to the area behind.

In the village, pedestrians were stunned one after another, their movements were slow, their skin was shriveled, and there were dark shadows in their bodies struggling to get out.

The wind and sand hit the outside of "The First House in the Hanhai", making a dense sound of snapping, making this seemingly shabby inn shake and creak, and it seemed that it would soon lose moisture, turn into powder, and collapse to the ground.

And inside the inn, the guests at the tables became sluggish and about to lose their souls, just like the herdsmen outside.

Qu Jiuniang stood up, her eyebrows raised, and shouted loudly: "Old immortal, be careful of God's punishment, or you will give birth to a son without an asshole! Did my inn offend you!"

As she shouted coldly, a cold wind seemed to blow through the inn, and the guests who were dining and staying all shuddered, woke up, looked at each other, and were full of fear. At the same time, the exterior wall of the inn showed no signs of dehydration, but still swayed and creaked under the wind and sand.

"The master-level fight is too terrible..." The sapphire-eyed Sha Ke muttered to himself. This place is dozens of miles away from the fight, and he and others almost had their souls sucked away. If it weren't for the mysterious Qu Jiuniang, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to escape this disaster.

The leader of the Shakes, who was wearing a curved knife on his waist, said in fear: "Normally, when the masters fight, they will narrow the scope of the impact so that the power can be concentrated, but the crying old man is an exception. The more souls he absorbs, the more powerful his Eighteen Beats of Wrongful Souls will be! It's really bad luck to encounter such a thing!"

They are horse bandits in the Hanhai Gobi, who surrender to the "Hanhai Evil Knife" Zeluoju and have a certain understanding of the Eighteen Beats of Wrongful Souls.

"Boss, do we have to believe in Buddha to resolve the sins on our bodies, so as not to always encounter such unlucky things?"

"Believe in your mother's Buddha!"

...

Meng Qi, who had just walked to the center of the Quicksand Collection, had dark gold flowing on his skin, locking his body and soul, and looked like an arhat, but the dark gold luster was getting dimmer and dimmer, like a candle in a strong wind, which could go out at any time.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best to concentrate. Today he realized that the power of the peak of the outer scene was as terrifying as a natural disaster!

On the top of the hill, Xuan Bei was playing with dark gold prayer beads and chanting in a low voice. Rays of glazed light emanated from his hands, making most of the top of the hill look like a Buddhist Pure Land.

As the crying old man slapped his palm, the wronged souls surged, like a torrent of black water, screaming and disappearing on the glazed light from time to time, and tearing the glazed light into pieces from time to time.

Xuan Bei was neither happy nor angry, neither hurried nor hurried, just looking at the crying old man, his voice seemed to echo in his heart:

"Do you know why I gave up the complete inheritance of the magic skill and chose the 'Moko Subduing Demon Fist' which lacked important scriptures?"

The crying old man's eyes condensed, raised his right palm, pushed his left palm, and the wind and sand suddenly fell like a dragon, and the wronged souls became more and more invisible and intangible, as if walking between yin and yang, making it impossible for people to resist.

After Xuan Bei finished speaking, a bead on the Buddhist beads he was playing turned from dark gold to pitch black, and then he punched out.

This punch seemed to fill the heaven and earth, and the fist became transparent and pure, like glass, without any dust.

He was surrounded by golden light, and illusory golden lotuses bloomed on the peak, with a hazy void behind him.

In the void, hideous evil ghosts and wronged souls surrounded a golden lotus platform with peaceful expressions. On the lotus platform sat a Bodhisattva, with a face full of compassion and pity for the world. In his palm, there was a constantly circulating breath of life and death, like a black and white wheel treasure, containing the great secrets of the heavens and the mysteries of life and death.

The face of this Bodhisattva changed vaguely, and finally, as Xuanbei's fist reached its peak, he revealed an appearance exactly like him, but one was melancholy and heavy, and the other was pity and solemn!

The Bodhisattva opened his mouth, and the sound of thunder and cloud echoed in the void:

"After today, in the hundreds of thousands of kalpas, there should be worlds, all hells, and the three evil ways, all the sinful and suffering beings, I vow to save them, away from the hells, the evil ways, the animals and the hungry ghosts. When all these sinners have become Buddhas, I will then attain enlightenment."

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty; I will not attain Bodhi until all the sentient beings have been saved."

The sound of Zen was heard, and the light of Buddha shone brightly. The evil ghosts and wronged souls that came in lost their hideous and resentful faces, and disappeared into the air with a peaceful look on their faces.

The wind and sand stopped, and there were also Buddhist chants at the foot of the mountain. The clumps of withered hay gradually turned green, and the undercurrents dinged. The skin of the herdsmen and cattle and sheep that looked like mummies slowly became full, and the black souls that flew out returned to their bodies, full of life.

The dry and cracked earth was stable again, and the lost souls on the quicksand market escaped from the "hell" one after another, confused and scared.

Inside the inn, the cursing Qu Jiuniang showed a hint of surprise on her face, and whispered to herself: "Is there really someone who has practiced the 'Moko Subduing Demon Fist' to this level?"

Under the breath of life and the glass Buddha light, Meng Qi, who was in a precarious situation, finally got rid of the influence of "Eighteen Beats of Wrongful Souls". The dark gold flowing on his skin was no longer dim, and became pure again.

Looking at the scene and things in front of him that had gone through a circle between life and death, Meng Qi couldn't help but think in amazement: "This is probably a method of immortals!"

Moko Demon Subduing Fist, explore the cycle of life and death!

The crying old man's move was broken, and he raised his head and howled. The sound penetrated the sky and pierced his body and soul, just like the ghost king suppressed in the depths of hell.

Black air rose around him, as if hell was opened and the ghosts were out of control.

Then, he turned the sky with one palm and slapped it from the top, "Eighteen Beats of Wrongful Souls" "Gate of Hell Opens"!

Xuan Bei and the Bodhisattva behind him were still one melancholy and one compassionate. They punched like a seal and hit again, "Saving All Living Beings" of Moko Demon Subduing Fist!

…………

Meng Qi looked back and saw that the hill was surrounded by gravel, and the black air and Buddha light competed for beauty and kept interweaving. It seemed that it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

He knew that with his own strength, he would not be able to get close to the mountain, let alone help his master, and would become a burden instead. However, his junior brother was alone in the inn, acting stupidly and without experience. If he did not handle things well, he would be killed. Therefore, he temporarily gave up the plan of "escaping from Shaolin" and prepared to return to the inn to reunite with his junior brother.

Under normal circumstances, he would not feel guilty about running away, but the situation was special at this time. He had a deep friendship with his junior brother, so how could he not help him?

Moreover, Meng Qi was unwilling to admit but was very clear that if there were other enemies, if the crying old man had the upper hand again, and the nightmare scene of losing water and taking away souls reappeared, then the inn would be the safest place, after all, there was a suspected Qu Jiuniang there.

Meng Qi had to admit that seeking protection and rescuing his junior brother each accounted for half of his reason for returning to the inn.

He just turned around, his eyes suddenly froze, and his pupils shrank sharply, because on the windy and sandy street, a strange-looking man was standing opposite him.

He was wearing a black robe like a Shake, with white hair, but a young face, like a young man in his twenties or thirties. The contrast between the two was particularly frightening.

"An Guoxie..." Meng Qi called his name in a low voice, without turning around and running.

In this case, running away with your back turned would simply expose the real gap and hand over the vital part of your back to others.

An Guoxie, the "white-headed vulture", the disciple of the crying old man, a master with all nine orifices, ranked 36th on the human list, much stronger than himself!

An Guoxie's face was thin and angular, but it had a bit of exotic beauty. He had a wicked smile on his lips and joked, "My luck is good. I ran into one directly. Now I'm not afraid of being punished by the ancestor."

He didn't take an opponent who hadn't opened his mind seriously at all, and it felt like a cat playing with a mouse.

As he spoke, he pounced forward like a vulture, pushed with both palms, and the palm wind was hot, making Meng Qi feel like he was trapped in the depths of the desert, breathing hard, his skin dry, his body dehydrated, and lacking strength.

Although he failed to learn the "Eighteen Beats of the Unjust Souls", he had already mastered the Crazy Sand Magic!