Chapter 1293 Tragic

There are generally two types of paper-made people. One is magic. Maoshan has paper-made magic, which can make paper people move; the other is paper-made ghosts. The formation of this kind of paper-made ghost is relatively special and rare.

The body of this kind of paper-made ghost usually appears in the ceremony of worshiping ancestors, and is usually burned on the spot.

But there are exceptions to everything. Some paper-made people will not be burned, but will be left behind.

Because paper-made people absorb a lot of yin energy and incense at the sacrificial site, and are also worshipped by "filial sons and grandsons", this thing has the ability to carry ghosts, and the "person's" ghost has a common bond with this paper man, so he likes to possess this paper man the most.

Then the tragedy happened - it's easy to get in, but hard to get out.

This kind of paper man that carries incense and has been worshipped becomes a cage, trapping the person's ghost in it.

It is like a double-edged sword, which protects the ghost from the cold wind that scrapes the bones, and makes the ghost unable to get out, so it has to become a paper ghost.

There is only one way to get it out - burn it.

Only when it is burned to nothing can the ghost inside be freed.

There are hundreds of paper people in front of me, with different shapes and movements. Obviously, they are not controlled by magic, but there is a ghost hidden in each paper person.

There are hundreds of paper ghosts here!

The level of paper ghosts is generally not high. Generally, they are yellow page ghosts at most. Most of them are actually white shirt ghosts and discouraged ghosts.

If ghosts of this level are in the outside world, they can only run away when they see these practitioners.

They can't stand a drop of blood or a breath of cultivators, and there is no need for cultivators to do anything.

But when this kind of ghost hides in paper people, everything changes.

They have a layer of protection against positive things. If you want to hurt them, you must break through this layer of protection.

If it is one or two, it is easy to deal with, but the problem is that there are hundreds of paper ghosts here.

Everyone who saw this scene had their scalps burst, despair surged in their hearts, and they couldn't help but wail or cry.

What made everyone even more horrified was the existence in the paper sedan!

What kind of ghost could make so many paper ghosts serve as its slaves?

Although everyone could not see its true appearance, the milky white gas seeping out from the gaps on the four sides of the sedan gave them a glimpse of the power of the ghost in the sedan!

It was a very pure and extremely yin aura!

Only evil ghosts with a certain level of Taoism would emit such a pure and extremely yin aura.

The person sitting in the sedan was obviously another powerful evil ghost!

The heart-stirring ghost, the mountain ghost, the temple ghost, the wind girl, the paper ghost, the soul-wounding bird...

There are so many evil ghosts and evil ghosts of all kinds!

She Qingcai created this ghost den in just a few years, but he gathered so many strange ghosts like collecting stamps. This is the most incredible thing!

How did it do it?

With an inhuman roar, hundreds of paper ghosts rushed madly into the area covered by the Buddha's light!

The Buddha's light shone on them, causing their paper bodies to emit golden light!

This Buddha's light did not have no effect on them, and some paper ghosts screamed inhumanly.

But this did not affect or limit their movements. Hundreds of paper ghosts rushed in one after another, rushing towards all the practitioners!

The practitioners' already precarious defense line was broken in an instant!

Uncle Li screamed wildly and took out two black balls and threw them out, hitting several paper people. Before he could make any further moves, a group of paper ghosts rushed over and knocked him to the ground!

The next second, he was lifted up high, and a paper man grabbed each of his limbs and head, trying to tear his body apart!

At the critical moment, Uncle Li's eyes were wide open, he chanted a spell, and pointed his finger at his chest. The three Liu Lingtong who were fighting with the Soul-Swallowing Bird in the air immediately flew back with a scream and sank into Uncle Li's body.

The three willow spirit children got into Uncle Li's arms and head respectively, and their upper bodies emitted amazing blood light, which immediately knocked the three paper ghosts away!

But the two paper ghosts that grabbed his feet twisted and pulled hard, and actually tore his feet off from the ankles!

"Ah..." The severe pain made Uncle Li scream miserably. He waved his arms wildly and hit the surrounding paper ghosts, and his body fell heavily to the ground!

If his five ghosts were still complete, he would not have suffered this disaster.

However, there is no if in this world...

The two paper ghosts that tore off Uncle Li's feet threw the pair of broken feet into the air. A strange human skin that seemed to have just been peeled off from a living person and was still dripping with blood suddenly flew with a whistle and wrapped the two broken feet. The human skin squirmed, and blood flowed down like a juicer. The human skin emitted terrifying sounds such as chewing flesh and breaking bones.

This is a human skin ghost. Only when the whole human skin is peeled off when it is alive, it must not die in this process, and must remain awake and in pain. Only in this way can it become a human skin ghost under great hatred and resentment.

The human skin ghost loves to devour human flesh and blood, hoping that in this way, it can also give birth to flesh and blood and become a human again.

But unfortunately, this is in vain, and it will never succeed.

Originally, under the cover of Buddha's light, the human skin ghost could not get close at all.

But now under the impact of the paper man, all four monks had to stop the Buddha's light protection, and each of them was besieged by dozens of paper ghosts.

As soon as they stopped, all the surrounding fierce ghosts rushed in!

There are also temple ghosts, Feng Nu and other ghosts who suffered losses before, all rush forward!

Chaos!

It's all chaos!

The whole scene turned into a pot of porridge!

Fortunately, although the Eight Yang Golden Bell Formation on the other side has not been completely arranged, it can still exert its power. Uncle Feng and Zhang Chuduan, who are in charge of the center, are constantly attacking. The fierce ghosts are attacking from all directions, but the eight directions serve as the formation. The flag people asked Uncle Feng and Zhang Under the control of Chu Duan, they all chanted incantations together, but saw the shadow of a huge golden bell taking shape. A large piece was missing from the top of this golden bell, but the surrounding area was enough to withstand thousands of ghosts, and the golden light rejected those ghosts. Outside the formation, once you get close, you will be ejected!

"Quick! Everyone join the formation!" Uncle Feng shouted anxiously.

In any case, the Eight Yang Golden Bell Formation can still barely resist the group of ghosts.

If the outer defense line is lost, as long as everyone escapes into the formation, they will at least be safe for the time being.

It's a pity that the enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered. At this time, the situation outside the array is completely out of control.

The first to suffer was Father Anderson.

His soul had been torn apart by the Soul-Sorrowing Bird before, and his soul had been severely injured, and he was even confused and confused.

After the Zhizhi Man rushed over, he immediately surrounded him and tried to tear his body apart.

Under severe danger and pain, Anderson woke up like a flashback!

He roared angrily and suddenly took out a handful of white powder from his pocket and threw it away.

When these powders were stained on the paper ghosts, they immediately made a "chichi" sound, corroding holes of different sizes on their bodies!

After feeling the pain, a group of paper ghosts immediately dispersed and threw Anderson to the ground again.

Anderson endured the severe pain and discomfort and continued to take out the white powder from his pocket, throwing it in all directions while trembling as he picked up the cross thrown aside.

This white powder is special exorcism salt, which is a common consumable in the Western Vatican's exorcism rituals.

But just as he kept pushing back the paper ghost, he didn't realize that the temple ghost had gone and returned. He quickly approached from the ground with a dirt bag the size of his head, and it was under him in the blink of an eye. The next second, mud erupted, and from the ground The jet is about to wrap up Anderson!

Anderson reacted very quickly to the sudden change. He quickly put the cross on his forehead before the mud was about to submerge his body, and recited the exorcism spell loudly and quickly: "Expel you, every demon, every evil force, Every invasion, every hellish enemy, every legion, every demonic sect! Banish you, damned devil! I command you, stop deceiving and hurting, and poison you to eternal sleep..."

He read faster and faster, and finally at the moment when the mud was about to completely wrap him up, a sacred and blazing white light spread from the cross on his forehead to his whole body, and then suddenly burst out!

The mud covering his body was immediately blown away, and the splashing mud quickly regrouped not far away, but he never dared to get close to Anderson again.

However, before Anderson could breathe a sigh of relief, the blue light of the mountain ghost suddenly enveloped him, causing him to stagnate. The next second, a group of paper ghosts lifted Anderson up again.

The slowing effect of the Mountain Light Ghost ended, and Anderson realized his situation and suddenly groaned in despair: "Oh, no..."

Tear!

The next moment, his entire body was torn into pieces by the paper ghost!

On the other side, the tall and thin man who was praying for help was finally defeated by his four fists and was thrown into the air by a group of paper ghosts.

Several soul-breaking birds swooped down and tore at his soul, causing him to scream in agony.

Before he could fall, a piece of human skin suddenly roared out and wrapped him up, causing his screams to stop abruptly.

Blood was like rain, seeping out from the human skin that was constantly struggling and twisting, and fell to the ground in a trickle. The creepy sounds of chewing flesh and crushing bones sounded again, and the human skin wrapped around him and disappeared into the darkness.

On the other side, Hu Yidong was whipping around with a barbed whip. Many paper ghosts were beaten until they lost their arms and legs. The paper scraps flew away and they screamed repeatedly.

And two great gray immortals were not far away, fighting with a cloud of gray mist.

It's Feng Nu!

A group of fierce ghosts surrounded Hu Yidong. Once they got close, they would be whipped away with a whip.

On the other side, Aga Lama is holding a demon-conquering pestle, waving his magical weapon vigorously like a glaring Vajra. Every blow will blow up a paper-stuck ghost, or beat the evil ghost into a puff of blue smoke, and his soul will be scattered.

At the same time, the red cassock on his body emitted red-gold light, resisting the invasion of countless ghosts.

He fought and retreated, moving towards the Eight Yang Golden Bell Formation, and was the first to get into the formation.

Monk Shi Yan and Master Sheng Yi were back to back. One held a Zen staff and tried their best to sweep away the approaching ghosts. The other actually lit his cassock and waved the flaming cassock. Wherever he went, many paper ghosts were hit and transformed into The burning man struggled to escape in the sea of ​​​​fire, and finally turned into a ball of ashes!

They are also struggling to get closer to the Eight Yang Golden Bell Formation.

On the other side, Uncle Li, who had broken both legs, was completely desperate, but he didn't expect that at the most critical moment, Sang Xin would come to kill him.

Sang Xin pulled him up and let him lean on his back. Then he held the rosary in one hand and frequently released thunder with the other hand. Each blow would either make a ghost ghost disappear into ashes, or make a paper ghost be directly hit by thunder. It burst into flames!

Wherever you go, you are invincible!

But the ghosts soon realized how powerful Sang Xin was, and immediately surrounded him with a bunch of sneaky ghosts. The temple ghosts and mountain ghosts that had been defeated in other places before also came here, ready to attack.

Sang Xin's pressure increased instantly!

"Go! Go by yourself!" Uncle Li was not idle on Sang Xin's back, commanding the two willow spirit children to fight the enemy.

The two groups of green poisonous insects that could deal with the soul-wounding birds were called back by him. The dense insects all attached to his broken feet, so that he would not faint from excessive blood loss.

"I am already a useless person, and you will only implicate you if you save me!" Uncle Li fought back hard and roared, and he was about to struggle to get off Sang Xin's back.

"Don't move! Idiot!" Sang Xin cursed angrily. He fought hard against the enemy and approached the direction of the Eight Yang Golden Bell Formation with difficulty.

"You have to live! You have to live, Lao Li! Don't give up, understand!" He shouted angrily.

As soon as the words fell, the mountain ghost suddenly seized the opportunity to shine blue light on them, causing the two to stagnate.

The ghosts rushed forward, and the temple ghost also drilled out from the ground, and the mud quickly spread to Sang Xin's body!

"Get out of here!" Sang Xin shouted angrily, and suddenly crushed a string of beads in his hand.

Buzz!

The world seemed to be shaken, and all the sneaks around Sang Xin were shaken away, leaving the three-meter range around him empty!

At the critical moment, Sang Xin used his trump card again.

Now, only two beads on his string of beads are intact, and the rest are all cracked, dull and powerless.

Sang Xin seized the opportunity to run wildly with Lao Li on his back, and saw the Eight Yang Golden Bell Formation, and countless sneaks rushed over again.

At this moment, Hu Yidong arrived, waving his whip wildly to fend off the ghosts, and shouted: "Go in quickly!"

Sang Xin gritted his teeth and repelled the surrounding ghosts, and threw Lao Li into the Eight Yang Golden Bell Formation.

Lao Li fell heavily to the ground, and was helped to sit up by Aga Lama who was already inside.

"Sang Xin! Sang Xin!" Lao Li shouted anxiously, worried about Sang Xin's safety.

Sang Xin was also planning to step into the formation, but he saw Hu Yidong surrounded by ghosts. He hesitated for a moment, suddenly looked up and smiled at Lao Li, and then rushed out again without hesitation, fighting side by side with Hu Yidong.

At the same time, Monk Shi Yan and Master Shengyi on the other side also arrived at the edge of the formation. Master Shengyi stepped into the formation with a Zen stick in his hand, and Monk Shi Yan behind him was still waving the burning cassock vigorously.

It seemed that the two were about to be safe, but at this moment, something unexpected happened again!