After leaving this Zen room, the group continued walking forward.

Not long after walking, the mist suddenly became thicker, and a piece of red clothes floated past like a ghost.

"So scary."

This place was so eerie and terrifying that the little white tiger couldn't help but tremble with fear, and subconsciously leaned towards Yang Yunfan.

"What are you pretending to be?"

The Black-throated Evil Lord couldn't help but snorted coldly, picked up the staff, and pointed it unceremoniously into the mist, "puff-puff-puff", shooting out countless green beams, attacking continuously without distinction.

He doesn't do this at all.

This guy is a vicious person to begin with. In addition, he has been dealing with corpses all year round. Things like [evil spirits] are just [cultivation materials] in his eyes.

In addition, almost all the evil spirits in this monastery were evolved from Buddhist saints, and they were made of the best materials. He was eager to get more of them out, and when he encountered them now, of course he would not let go of such a good opportunity.

"Huh?"

However, he soon discovered that his attacks were like a mud cow entering the sea, never to return, and they had no effect at all.

"Amitabha."

Just when the [Black-throated Evil Lord] was about to summon an [Undead Puppet] and enter the mist to find out what was going on, a distant Buddha's name came from the mist.

"As expected, it is the remnant soul of a monk from Honglian Temple."

Hearing this voice, [Black Throat Evil Lord] was extremely happy.

"Souls of the dead, obey my call..."

He waved his staff, muttered something, and then pointed to the place where the Buddha's name came from.

"call out!"

Suddenly, a sharp green light shot into the fog like lightning.

"Hulala~~"

Because the energy fluctuations were extremely intense, wherever the green light passed, all the mist rolled up and was temporarily evaporated, forming an open area. The Black Throat Evil Lord saw with his own eyes that the green light was extremely accurate.

He was shot in a red cassock.

"Hit."

He couldn't help but feel happy.

I just got a Buddhist treasure and captured a holy level [evil spirit]. I made a lot of money this time.

"Um?"

However, when the Black Throat Evil Lord used the secret technique of the undead to summon the [evil spirit] that he had hit, he felt nothing.

He couldn't help but wonder for a while.

This secret technique of his is extremely effective against [evil spirits] whose soul level is weaker than his own, and it has never made a mistake.

Why is there no response?

"Listen to my order and come quickly."

The Black-throated Evil Lord called continuously, even biting the tip of his tongue, and used a trace of his original blood to strengthen the power of this undead summoning technique.

"Amitabha."

However, the red cassock in the distance was unmoved at all and still stood there calmly.

There is no strange golden light on his body, but instead it is filled with a dark aura. He does not look like a Buddhist monk, but indeed looks like an [evil spirit].

Right now, he keeps saying Buddha's name but doesn't say anything else, which also looks like the characteristics of an "evil spirit".

Most [evil spirits] will forget all the past events, leaving at most some deep-remembered instincts. Speaking of [Amitabha] is the most common characteristic of [evil spirits] transformed by Buddhist disciples.

However, he refused to obey the call of the [Black-Throated Evil Lord].

"It's really evil."

"I have been practicing this art of summoning the undead for several epochs, and I have never failed to summon [evil spirits] with lower soul levels."

At this moment, the Black Throat Evil Lord was filled with questions.

The only reasonable explanation for the current situation is that the soul level of that [evil spirit] is higher than his.

This is very scary!

Because his soul level has reached the fifth level of the evil master realm.

[Evil Spirit]’s soul level, top

At most, it is only one-tenth of what it was in life, and he cannot forcefully summon it. This means that this [evil spirit] was at least the seventh level of the evil master realm or above when it was alive.

How powerful is this?

"Evil Lord Wuthroat, it seems we are in trouble."

Yang Yunfan also felt that the red cassock in the distance was acting a little strange.

If it was an [Evil Spirit], then since he appeared, he would choose to attack one of the three of them. He would not just stay there stupidly, especially with his back to a group of them and his big sleeves fluttering.

Let the red cassock billow in the mist.

This doesn't seem like the behavior of an [evil spirit].

It's more like some kind of invisible pretentious behavior... This kind of behavior varies from person to person, but it will never appear in something like [Evil Spirit].

"I don't believe in evil."

The Black Throat Evil Lord gave a low shout and waved his staff again.

"boom!"

The next moment, the green light on his staff turned into a huge gray evil shadow, holding the void sickle, and quickly floated over like a messenger of death. When he flew to the side of the red cassock, he waved the void directly.

sickle.

"Donor, why did you attack this young monk for no reason?"

The red cassock noticed the attack of the void sickle, and suddenly seemed to wake up from sleep, and its body trembled.

boom!

The huge red cassock flipped, and a pale fist punched out silently.

At first glance, this fist looks very weak.

However, the moment the fist touched the death scythe, a cold light suddenly flashed through, quiet and lifeless. At the same time, above the fist, a huge treasure wheel lit up,

Expanding suddenly at nearly the speed of light.

"Woooo..."

The boundless dim light filled the entire sea of ​​mist in just an instant, and naturally swallowed up the gray evil shadow summoned by the [Black-Throated Evil Lord].

"Pffffffffffff!"

At this moment, time in the entire fog sea seemed to slow down. As the [Nether Light Treasure Wheel] slowly rotated, the gray evil shadow was ground inch by inch, and was covered by the [Nether Light Treasure Wheel].

Baolun】devour and digest.

But the figure under the red cassock never looked back from the beginning to the end.

He just slowly took back the pale and weak fist again and put it under the cassock.

However, next to him, after a punch, the entire sea of ​​fog, like a leaked Tianhe, began to pour out energy violently... However, this pouring stopped after the mysterious man retracted his fist.

.

After a while, the entire sea of ​​fog once again fell into deep darkness, like a netherworld hell.

"What the hell are you?"

The Black Throat Evil Lord felt fear for the first time.

This thing was completely different from the [evil spirit] he knew.

Not only can he speak, but he is also very intelligent, and even his methods are beyond his imagination.

The Black Throat Evil Lord remembered that the last time he came, this strange [ghost] did not exist in this sea of ​​fog... Let's call him a ghost for the time being, because this guy is indeed a kind of soul body, which can be compared with the [evil soul].

Spirit] is different.

"Little monk, I can't say."

The thin figure under the red cassock still didn't look back and replied in a faint tone.

"What can't you say?"

The voice of the Black Throat Evil Lord suddenly became sharp and sounded very harsh.

However, the more this happens, the more people can feel that his appearance is fierce and his heart is full of anger.

He was scared.

"The donor asked the young monk what it was, and the young monk replied "Can't tell". He answered each question clearly."
To be continued...