Chapter 1329 Hundred Thousand Fighting Spirits

Devil's Land Cemetery.

On the altar, the young monk Jin Yu closed his eyes tightly.

He not only closed his eyes, but also closed his other four senses and the sixth sense.

There were tears in the corners of his eyes and smiles in the corners of his mouth.

His tears wept for the suffering of the common people.

His smile was happy that there was still Tathagata in this world.

The Tathagata Sutra said that everything is impermanent, and the living must have an end. If there is no life, there is no death. This extinction is the most joyful.

The young monk Jin Yu entered a special state of dozing, with white clothes hanging on his body. He was the only white dot in this vast dark world.

The young monk Jin Yu was gifted and could accelerate his cultivation in the state of dozing.

He wanted to use this limited time to further improve his body. When the demonic energy entered his body to the limit, he would launch the strongest counterattack.

......

Beside the young monk Jin Yu, the Thousand-Faced Ghost thought that he would soon have more time to face his senior brother, and he became more energetic.

On the altar, he kept circling around the monk Jinyu, and from time to time he made various splits and bent his backs like a snake dance.

It was originally a standard ghost practice, but the exaggerated movements of the Thousand-Faced Ghost brought out the beauty of a solo dancer.

That's right, he did all this for his senior brother to see, so he couldn't be careless at all.

The guards outside the altar were really impressed.

"Is Shadow Right Envoy performing a ritual? Or is it dancing?"

"Oh my god, his figure is really softer than any other girl I've ever seen."

"It seems like you've seen a lot of girls? In my opinion, this is real kung fu."

"Shadow Right Envoy is probably practicing Soft Snake Kung Fu. Look at his reverse bending just now, the tip of his nose was pressed against his own thigh."

"If Xiao Cui had half the soft figure of Shadow Right Envoy, I would sell my blood and go back to the village to marry her immediately."

"Hehe, if Xiao Cui is like this, I guess your two kidneys are not enough. Do you want your brother to help you?"

"Bah!"

After a long while, the Thousand-Faced Ghost on the altar finally calmed down.

The Thousand-Faced Ghost straightened his long skirt, put away the Seven Evil Ghost Banner, stared at the sky, and murmured: "Brother, do you like the way I looked just now? In the future, I can show you the most beautiful me."

"Shadow Right Envoy, continue your spellcasting, don't be dazed." The purple-robed man sent a voice message, which sounded like thunder to the Thousand-Faced Ghost's ears.

The Thousand-Faced Ghost was shocked and quickly sent a voice message to reply: "Report to the Lord Demon, I am carefully thinking about every step to come. This is a serious matter and there is no room for any mistakes."

"......" The purple-robed man did not respond, but just watched quietly.

The Thousand-Faced Ghost's attention returned to the altar. He looked at the golden and jade monk in the middle of the altar and calculated quickly in his mind.

"In order to make these remnants of the demon soldiers regain their power, they must be infused with the purest demon spirit power. And the purest place of demon spirits in the entire Western Region is none other than the Demon Blood Peak. To make use of such a huge demon spirit power, we need the medium of Jin Yu Xiaoseng. But the Demon Blood Peak is too far away from here, and this temporary altar is not enough to summon demon spirits at such a distance. The only way is to use the huge demon vortex array in the sky as a springboard."

The Thousand Faces Ghost held out a fist-sized purple crystal ball with both hands.

In the purple crystal ball, there was a purple lion with a single horn on its head, and a trace of purple arcs overflowed from its surface.

"With this magic crystal ball given by the Lord of Demons, I can perform spiritualism."

The Thousand Faces Ghost held the purple crystal ball high in both hands and shouted: "Purple lion purple blood, purple crystal purple demon, Yuan Demon divine power, spiritual summoning..."

The purple crystal ball flew up from the hands of the Thousand Faces Ghost and hovered high above the altar.

After being infused with demonic energy, the Thousand-Faced Ghost also learned a set of magic skills from the Western Region Demon Lord.

He used the magic skills to continuously bless the purple crystal ball in the air.

The restrictions on the purple crystal ball were instantly activated, and purple clouds immediately burst out. In the rolling purple clouds, a purple lion Dharma image of 100 feet long gradually took shape.

The purple lion Dharma image of 100 feet long roared and shook the sky.

Aw——

The sound reached the Demon Blood Peak 800 miles away.

The resonance of demon blood.

The Demon Blood Peak

suddenly shook, and pieces of rocks on the surface of the mountain collapsed and peeled off. A stream of purple liquid flowed in the cracks of the rocks, exuding a bloody smell.

In an instant, the powerful power of the demon spirit was gathered from the Demon Blood Peak.

The soaring purple swirl twisted together, soaring into the sky, and exploded a huge demon vortex in the sky.

At the same time, at the altar 800 miles away.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

The huge magic vortex above the altar seemed to be induced and spun faster.

Purple lightning flashed from the surface of the magic vortex.

Boom!

With a thunderbolt, a purple light column spurted out from the center of the magic vortex.

Like a magic spear falling from the sky, the purple lion Dharma image in the air collapsed with a bang, and the purple crystal ball turned into ashes when it touched the purple light column.

The purple light column, which was as thick as a millstone, did not stop and fell quickly, but it just landed in the middle of the altar and hit the body of the golden monk.

The purple light column also brought a huge gale and a shock wave visible to the naked eye.

The three-meter-high altar shook violently, and the defensive restrictions on it collapsed layer by layer. A corner of the altar collapsed, and the surface was full of torn fragments.

This powerful instantaneous force knocked the Thousand-faced Ghost to the ground while he was doing it. He rolled out more than a dozen times, twisted his soft body at an exaggerated angle, and hooked his toes on the edge of the altar, barely avoiding falling.

The makeup on the Thousand Faced Ghost's face was smudged, the shark tooth earrings fell off, the plain dress was torn open, and there were obvious blood marks on the exposed white legs.

"Ouch," Thousand-faced Ghost was hit very painfully, "I've been hit to death."

The violent shaking lasted for a while.

The purple beam of light falling from the sky continued to pour demonic spirits into the body of the golden monk, making a whirring sound.

Thousand-faced Ghost held his head and then got up. When he saw his messy dress, he immediately looked panicked, and then quickly took out a bronze mirror and looked at his face.

In the bronze mirror, one of the fake eyebrows affixed to Thousand-faced Ghost's eyebrows fell off, and the other half drooped down. One eye was swollen and the other was sunken. Two streaks of blood came out of his nostrils, and the blood mixed with the thick powder on his face and formed a mire.

"Ouch!" When the Thousand-faced Ghost saw himself in the mirror, he screamed, broke the bronze mirror, and almost fainted as his body swayed.

"I cannot let my dearest senior brother see me in this ugly state."

He quickly grabbed the Seven Evil Ghost Flag that fell aside and shook it vigorously.

Onibata spit out a cloud of black mist that enveloped the Thousand-Faced Ghost, and then quickly dispersed. The Thousand Faced Ghost's body disappeared and turned into Zhang San with a pair of small eyes like soybeans and an unattractive appearance.

Zhang San patted his face with his hand and said worriedly: "Senior brother, didn't you see how ugly I looked just now?"

Zhang San looked up at the sky. The purple light beams falling from the magic whirlpool were clearly the purest power of the demon spirit, and they all hit the golden jade monk.

"Fortunately, the psychic technique was successful." Zhang San secretly rejoiced.

Qingshui Ren, who was protecting the Dharma beside the altar, had already hidden behind the Blood Monk.

Qingshui Ren had practiced this ritual with the Thousand-faced Ghost before, and he knew in advance that the demon thunder would rain down. But he didn't expect that this thunder was really cruel, beyond his understanding of thunder.

When the scene calmed down, Qingshuijian poked his head out from behind Monk Xue and said, "What a big shock, it's passed, it's passed."

Qingshui people walked around to the front and saw the blood monk with scars on the front and a broken cassock. He felt heartbroken and said: "Oh, my best brother blood monk, I really wronged you. Look, your cassock is broken. Tsk, tsk, Your belly is exposed. Why is there a hole in your belly? Your intestines are all rolled out. When I go back and sew your belly, we won’t need the cassock anymore. Let’s get a new one.”

Qingshui Ren said, pushing back the bleeding intestines of the bloody monk with his hands, and then pasted a few yellow paper talismans to cover the wound.

The Blood Monk is a human puppet and feels no pain.

"Brother Blood Monk, look how good I am to you." The man from Qingshui patted the Blood Monk on the shoulder.

The blood monk's eyes lit up and he said blankly, "You are so good to me."

In fact, the Blood Monk himself cannot speak, and every word he speaks is borrowed from his belly by the Qingshui people.

Yaksha Cangyue, who was watching in the crowd, could not help but be shocked: "Such a scale of spiritualism is really unprecedented. If the body of the golden jade monk hadn't absorbed most of the power, this hundred-mile radius would be

It was razed to the ground in this thunder. "

The purple-robed man stood motionless.

He looked up at the huge magic whirlpool in the sky, then cast his gaze on the golden monk on the altar, and whispered to himself: "Young monk, please work hard. Whether the demon lord's hundred thousand undead demon soldiers can succeed, what will happen next? It’s all up to you.”

As for the soldiers from the Western Region who were responsible for guarding, they were frightened by the thunderbolt falling from the sky, and some of them were timid and peed their pants.

But because the purple-robed man was standing there, no one dared to escape.

"Oh my God! Was this thunder just now? This was the anger of the God of Thunder."

"Oh my earth! My internal organs are all displaced."

"My people! If I die, how can I go back to the village and marry Xiaocui?"

...

On the altar.

The white-gold jade monk still closed his eyes, as if the thunder just falling could not wake him up from his slumber.

The extremely powerful demonic power rushed into his body.

Most of them were directly absorbed by the Heavenly Demon Spear hovering in the Zifu space. The Heavenly Demon Spear is like a greedy monster, devouring demon spirits, and its aura shines brightly, illuminating the space of Zi Mansion.

Due to the existence of the Heavenly Demon Spear, the Golden Jade Monk's body did not receive much impact. The white jade cassock hanging down outside her body is not stained by a trace of dirt.

The rest of the demonic power continued to attack the golden monk's limbs and bones.

A large number of purple magic patterns gradually appeared on the body surface of the golden jade monk, and behind him was a ten-foot-long white lion.

The white lion's appearance is like a thunder bath, roaring in the purple beam of light.

This white lion sign cannot be seen by others, only the Demon Lord of the Western Region can see it.

"Who is the white lion behind the golden jade monk?" The purple-robed man narrowed his eyes and thought, "Could it be that the golden jade monk's bloodline is from the legendary white lion family that is parallel to the purple lion family I belong to?"

There was a ruthless look in the purple-robed man's eyes, and he whispered to himself: "No matter who he is, once this war soul plan has started, there will be no turning back. For the victory of the Western Region, I will throw my own life to death on this altar. No matter what.”

...

After a full day and night, the purple beam of light in the sky still showed no intention of stopping.

And the demonic power gathered in the monk Jin Yu also reached a terrifying level.

Under the instruction of the purple-robed man, the Thousand-Faced Ghost Zhang San activated the restriction on the altar, led the demonic power in the monk Jin Yu outward, and then injected it into the Demon Cemetery.

In the Demon Cemetery, the demonic power was very useful for the resurrected demon soldiers.

Their broken bones began to grow and recover, and then the muscles.

Even the broken armor on their bodies was repaired under the effect of the demonic power.

In front of the first demon soldier that had been repaired, a demonic energy rolled up, revealing the purple-robed man's body.

Without pausing, the purple-robed man slapped him with a palm.

Boom!

The purple halo exploded, and the demon who had just been resurrected flew back a hundred feet, his body incomplete.

The terrifying thing was that the broken demon squeaked, and his broken body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then rushed towards the purple-robed man frantically.

Seeing this, the purple-robed man was not surprised but happy, "It is indeed an immortal demon."

Swoosh, Master Qingshui quickly jumped over and attached several talismans to the demon's body, and the angry demon stopped.

Master Qingshui quickly said: "Master Demon, you are frightened. These guys are both demons and talisman soldiers."

As he said, Master Qingshui presented a golden talisman with both hands and said: "With this golden ancestral talisman, these demon talisman soldiers will only obey you, Master Demon."

"Hahaha," the purple-robed man laughed wildly, "This is very good! One hundred thousand fighting souls are one hundred thousand immortal demon soldiers."

The fighting soul plan seems to be going very smoothly.

But what makes the purple-robed man anxious is that the speed of resurrecting the demon soldiers is not fast.

It is similar to the previous estimate of the Thousand Faces Ghost. It will take three months to revive all the 100,000 demon soldiers.

The little monk Jinyu on the altar kept his eyes closed.

The massive amount of demon spirit power cast by the high-altitude demon whirl, the severe pain caused by the forced infusion of the body, is like a steel brush brushing the bones.

But the young monk Jinyu remained motionless, allowing his body to gradually transform into a demon.

In his heart, he kept repeating, "Read the Tathagata Sutra, learn the Tathagata's intention, be a Tathagata person, do the Tathagata's work..."

He was waiting.