Chapter 1292 Ghost

More than a dozen soul-wounding birds swooped down, their cries were sharp and terrifying.

As if to cooperate with the actions of the soul-wounding birds, the ghosts attacked the Buddha's light more frantically.

At this time, the Eight Yang Golden Bell Formation over there had not yet taken shape. It was at the critical moment of setting up the formation. If it was disturbed rashly, all the previous efforts would be wasted!

And the four monks were here, supporting the golden light with all their heart, and they could not tolerate any disturbance.

At this time, all the pressure fell on Uncle Li and the other five people!

"Separate!" Hu Yidong roared, and ran to the Eight Yang Golden Bell Formation first.

Anderson and the tall and thin man followed closely behind.

The triangular-eyed old woman hesitated slightly, and then ran to the four monks with Uncle Li.

Almost at the same time, the soul-wounding birds also came down.

The five people almost attacked at the same time!

Uncle Li spurted blood and made hand gestures. The three willow spirit children roared and rushed out to meet the three soul-wounding birds. Then Uncle Li reached into a small bottle hanging on his waist. His face suddenly showed pain, but he hurriedly chanted something. The bottle gradually emitted a foul-smelling mist.

The three willow spirit children had been trained by Uncle Li for many years. Their abilities should not be underestimated. As soon as they appeared, they successfully destroyed the offensive of the three soul-wounding birds.

But facing the soul-wounding birds that specifically restrained the soul body, they were still unable to cope with it, and were soon rolled into the air by the soul-wounding birds.

On the other side, the triangular-eyed old woman took out a tattered flag, chanting something, and waving it crazily.

All the soul-wounding birds that touched the flag were knocked away!

On the other side, Father Anderson held up the cross, read the Bible loudly, and used a toy plastic water gun to spray holy water into the air.

The silver light from the cross caused the soul-wounded birds to rise into the air in a panic with black smoke, and the soul-wounded birds that were hit by the holy water suffered the same fate, screaming and fleeing.

Hu Yidong released two gray fairies, and the two rats actually flew into the air like flying bats, dragging the two soul-wounded birds to the ground and biting them madly, and they could not break free no matter how hard they struggled. Hu Yidong took out a whip with barbs, cut his palm, smeared his own blood on the whip, and jumped up madly to whip the soul-wounded birds that were swooping down, preventing them from getting close to the ten people who were setting up the formation.

The tall and thin man was not to be outdone. I don’t know what he asked for, and he rode on the head of one of the twin brothers, holding a peach wood sword in his hand, waving it madly at the soul-wounded birds that kept swooping down, protecting the people below.

Although the five people were a little flustered in dealing with more than ten soul-wounded birds, they finally did not make any mistakes and barely managed to cope with it.

Just when everyone was slightly relieved, the accident happened again!

A blue light was seen approaching rapidly from a distance, jumping like a ghost fire, and its sound was like a whistle, which made people feel upset and almost crazy!

Wherever it passed, the ghosts dodged one after another, and even the black fog was illuminated by the blue light and quickly dissipated, as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.

The blue light was getting closer and closer, and then I could see its appearance clearly.

But I saw one hand and one foot, a human face and a beast body, a strange face, and a faint blue light emanating from the whole body.

"Mountain light ghost!" Uncle Li glanced at this thing, and his face changed again, and his heart was filled with shock!

In the deep mountains and old forests where few people go, sometimes you will find a strange light emitting from a certain place. This is not a natural phenomenon approaching science, but the appearance of a mountain light ghost!

Although this ghost is called a ghost, it is actually a spirit. There are many different opinions about its origin. Some say it is a mountain god that has not evolved successfully, some say it is a wild god born from the ancestors worshiping the mountains, and some say it is an elf born from the sacred mountain.

No matter what the saying is, this mountain ghost is related to gods, and its ability is indeed like that of gods. Anyone who is illuminated by its light will become paralyzed and unable to move. In more serious cases, they will even become confused and become a walking corpse without knowing it. From then on, they will wander in the mountains without knowing hunger and cold.

The most special thing about this ghost is that it is one of the few ghosts with spiritual energy and yang energy. It is not afraid of yang energy. To deal with this kind of ghost, you need to eliminate yang and yin to cause harm to it.

In addition to mountain ghosts, another more well-known ghost that is not afraid of yang energy is the temple ghost.

Temple ghosts are also called mud ghosts. They are some ghosts that intentionally or unintentionally drill into the statues of some temples. After being worshipped with incense, they become this very special ghost that can control mud, control objects from a distance, and even the more powerful temple ghosts can speak human language and disguise themselves as gods.

Compared with mountain ghosts, temple ghosts are more immune to Buddha light, spiritual energy, etc., and these things are even nourishing to them. Now everyone is desperately using Buddha's light, Yang Qi, etc. to block the ghosts from approaching, but if they encounter this kind of ghost that is not afraid of Yang Qi, it will be a disaster for everyone!

What you fear will come true!

Just as everyone was struggling to deal with the soul-wounding bird and focusing on the mountain light ghost that was getting closer and closer, suddenly a stream of mud emerged from the ground and instantly wrapped up the triangular-eyed old woman who was waving the broken flagpole!

The triangular-eyed old woman was about to open her mouth and scream, and the mud instantly "gurgled" from her mouth and nostrils, making her unable to breathe, let alone make any sound!

She struggled in horror, but the mud became more and more, and more and more sticky, like super glue, making it extremely difficult for her to raise her hands and feet. Gradually, the mud completely wrapped her.

And more mud poured into her body, filling her internal organs, and then flowing through her body with her blood vessels, so that she was filled with mud from the inside out!

The mud quickly began to solidify and harden, and she froze in place, unable to move!

She turned into a clay sculpture!

The face of the clay sculpture was exactly that of the triangular-eyed old woman, and her expression of fear and despair was very vivid and lifelike.

"Hehehe..."

The sound of a woman's chuckle suddenly came from the wind.

The next moment, a breeze blew by——

Bang, bang, bang...

The clay sculpture suddenly cracked open, and the cracks became more and more, crisscrossing like a spider web. At a certain moment, the clay sculpture exploded, and fist-sized pieces of soil flew everywhere. A gray shadow laughed "hehe" and disappeared into the air!

This gray shadow was not a temple ghost, but another special ghost called the Wind Girl!

This ghost is formed by the weathering of the Nine Yin Wind after the death of a person's bardo body. When it appears, it will blow a cold wind, omnipresent, invisible and stateless, and pervasive. It is difficult for ordinary people to detect its existence.

It can be transformed into a sharp blade to cut people's souls, often causing serious harm to people!

And when it cooperates with the temple ghost, the harm caused by the two ghosts is far greater than the sum of the two!

The temple ghost manipulated the mud and turned the triangular-eyed old woman into a clay sculpture.

The wind girl turned into a wind blade and cut the entire clay sculpture into pieces, making the triangular-eyed old woman's soul completely shattered and her body no longer exist!

The triangular-eyed old woman died completely in this way, and her death was very miserable.

The rest of the people saw such a tragic scene, and their eyes were bloodshot!

But at this moment, everyone had no time to care about anything else. Everyone was fighting hard against their enemies. They could only watch this scene happen and were completely powerless!

With the death of the triangular-eyed old woman, Uncle Li's pressure doubled!

More and more soul-wounding birds kept cascading down. Uncle Li manipulated the three willow spirit boys to resist hard, while taking his fingers out of the small bottle on his waist. On his fingers that were inserted into the bottle, there were still a large group of green ugly insects as big as flies.

Uncle Li's forehead was sweating, his face was distorted by pain, and suddenly he bit his tongue tip, and sprayed it on his fingers with his eyes wide open.

Those green poisonous insects crawled and danced like crazy, devouring the blood sprayed from Uncle Li's fingertips.

"Go!" At a certain moment, Uncle Li suddenly flicked his finger, and the green insects flew out like locusts, rushing straight to a soul-wounded bird, collectively drilling into its soul, biting and devouring it madly.

The soul-wounded bird screamed miserably and soared into the sky, but lost its balance and fell to the ground in the middle of the air.

It struggled hard on the ground, but its strength became weaker and weaker. Gradually, the soul-wounded bird began to shrink continuously, and in the end only a pile of green insects were left lying on the ground, but compared with before, these green insects were obviously larger and darker in color.

"Swish, swish..."

The insects flew and circled, and soon pounced on another soul-wounded bird.

Just when Uncle Li had no time to breathe a sigh of relief, his feet suddenly softened, he sank down, and half of his body fell into the mud!

The mud rolled and gushed upwards.

Uncle Li suddenly took out a talisman, sprayed a mouthful of blood on it, and slapped it hard into the mud!

Boom!

A sound like thunder, accompanied by a shrill scream, Uncle Li was thrown out of the mud.

"Hehehe..."

While in mid-air, he heard the wind girl laughing, and the breeze came over him. Uncle Li felt as if he was cut by a thousand knives.

He couldn't help but scream, but he pinched his fingers and pointed at his forehead.

Buzz!

A powerful airflow turned into a circle of ripples with his center, and a twisted gray shadow was blown away by the ripples with a scream.

Uncle Li fell heavily to the ground and groaned.

He gritted his teeth and got up, while vigilantly patrolling around, he jumped up with all his strength, and slapped a soul-wounded bird away with a slap.

Crash!

A pool of muddy water suddenly surged up from under the feet of Monk Shi Yan, instantly wrapping Monk Shi Yan in it.

Monk Shiyan paused for a moment, but did not block it at all. He put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name instead.

"Namo Amitabha Namo Amitabha Namo Amitabha..."

He chanted the Buddha's name quickly, like a devil's voice filling his ears, and his whole body radiated red light.

The mud wrapped around his body was like being burned by fire, and it quickly turned into a pool of irregular mud and water and flew out, turning into a clay ghost again in an open space not far away.

This is the original form of the temple ghost, which appeared under the attack of Monk Shiyan.

But it fell not far from Sang Xin, and Sang Xin raised his hand and slapped it.

Boom!

A dark thunder struck the temple ghost, and it screamed and flew out and fell into the group of ghosts, and was instantly submerged by the dense ghosts.

After doing this, Sang Xin hurriedly continued to chant to prevent the ghosts from approaching.

Uncle Li once again cultivated a group of green poisonous insects, made them fly into the air, and let the three Liu Lingtong cooperate with them to deal with the soul-wounding birds. These soul-wounding birds met their nemesis and had to rise up and fly high into the sky, away from the ground.

The temple ghost and the wind girl appeared not far away, staring at this side fiercely, as if waiting for an opportunity to move.

There was a thrilling fight here, and there were casualties on the other side.

Hu Yidong and the other three guarded the ten people who set up the Eight Yang Golden Bell Formation, and fought hard with the soul-wounding birds.

At this time, the mountain light ghost approached, and a blue light shone on Hu Yidong.

Hu Yidong froze all over, and his movements suddenly slowed down.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."

At this time, the two gray immortals screamed sharply, and Hu Yidong trembled all over and woke up instantly.

"Dog stuff!" Hu Yidong was furious, took out the black round ball that he had used outside before, and threw it hard at the mountain light ghost!

But Shan Guang Gui dodged in a flash, and appeared in front of Anderson when he reappeared.

"In the name of the Lord, retreat!" Anderson raised the cross, shouted with his eyes wide open, and used a water gun to spray a stream of holy water at Shan Guang Gui.

Shan Guang Gui's blue light enveloped Anderson at the same time, and both sides froze at the same time.

"Shouwuer! Shouwuer!"

Two soul-wounded birds swooped down and grabbed Anderson fiercely.

"Ah!" Anderson woke up instantly, screamed miserably, threw away the cross and rolled on the ground!

On the surface, he didn't seem to be injured, but in fact the soul-wounded birds tore off two pieces of his soul, making him feel miserable.

Shan Guang Gui's blue light enveloped Anderson again, and at the same time, the two soul-wounded birds swooped down again!

"Great Immortal!" Hu Yidong roared.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

Two black rats ran at high speed and pounced on the mountain ghost, pounced and bit it. The blue light of the mountain ghost dimmed slightly, and it immediately struggled hard, screaming and rolling violently with the black rat.

Hu Yidong rushed to Anderson, who was bitten by the soul-wounding bird again, and fought hard to drive away the soul-wounding bird. At this moment, Anderson was convulsing and shaking all over, and was bitten to death.

Hu Yidong saw him in such a state and had no idea how to save him. At this time, several soul-wounding birds circled and swooped down again. He had no choice but to leave Anderson behind and go to meet the enemy.

The Eight Yang Golden Bell Formation has become more and more formed, and it is about to be completed.

At this time, the ghost group that suddenly approached the four monks quickly dispersed, and a group of shadowy figures in the thick fog approached quickly.

They walked very strangely, twisting their bodies, as if they were soft all over.

When they came closer, I could see clearly that they were actually a group of paper people!

This was a group of paper people made of colorful paper, each with strange shapes and dull expressions!

There were hundreds of them, carrying a paper sedan chair, and milky white gas was overflowing from the gaps on the four sides of the sedan chair.

These paper people could be recognized by anyone who practiced cultivation.

They were originally "servants" burned for the ancestors during the sacrifice to the ancestors, including female and male servants. Originally, the descendants hoped that the ancestors would have someone to take care of them in the underworld, so they used paper ghost servants.

Generally speaking, paper ghosts are useless. At most, they can contribute some incense to the ancestors, but they will not really be transformed into ghost servants to serve the ancestors in the underworld.

But there are exceptions to everything.