Master Yongjie's cold eyebrows trembled, his eyes were filled with a vigilant look. He pinched the beads in his hand, but his clear eyes were carefully distinguishing the fog around him. The full moon above his head was hanging high, but was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, so it was not very real. It was dark, cold and confused, and large fog formed rows of formations like Yin soldiers stranded on the ancient battlefield, like the frost in the polar regions, constantly compressing Master Yongjie's protective Buddha light.

The old monk could feel the unwillingness and madness that lingered in his heart by the evil monster. He was extremely eager for the fresh flesh and blood in front of him and Li Jin's soul. What a supreme delicacy the soul of a man infatuated is to it, which is comparable to the countless low-key people in the world.

Master Yongjie supported the Buddha light and carefully protected Li Jin's side. If it weren't for the lingering fog on the surrounding wasteland, he wouldn't have stayed still and confronted the monster hiding in the dark in a cold manner. Unfortunately, he came in a hurry and did not prepare large-scale Buddhist tools. Now he can only wait for Mr. Zhang to arrive soon.

Judging from the momentum emitted by the deformed ghost, it definitely has the strength of the peak of the evil ghost. It is considered a powerful ghost that can bully the world in the human world now, and is especially good at seclusion and hiding. The patience shown by this ghost at this time really has a bit of spider prey, cold and cunning, and advocates fatal blows. These characteristics have forced Master Yongjie to concentrate his spirit highly. After all, the Bodhisattva fruit position under the Mahayana Buddhism practiced by the old monk Yongjie is very awkward in the realm of ten minds. Compared with other extraordinary practices, he has relatively weak ability to interfere with the material world (human world), and has a single means. If he is not careful, he may become a pre-dinner snack for the ghost.

Two slender figures appeared on this highway stained with blood. The dark soil on both sides of the highway was constantly sucking the flowing blood like a baby corpse. There were three or two slender purple flowers on the side of the road. Chu Xiao and Wu Zun teleported to Master Yongjie with the help of the remaining power of the French Net.

After Chu Xiao saw Li Jin, covered in blood, unconscious on the ground, he squatted on the ground and took out a yellow talisman from his arms and stuck it on Li Jin's scarred head. The index finger and middle finger of his left hand bent into a magic letter, and he deliberately said, "The Supreme Lord is as anxious as a command! The heaven and earth are dark and yellow, drink it! Look at the master's awesome rejuvenation spell."

Wu Zun did not interrupt Chu Xiao's humming and haha, but in the past, he was not stingy about the funny actions he had made by his boss, but the God of Comic could not escape if he wanted to: "I said Chu Xiao, you are not a Taoist priest from the Maoshan Sect. If you don't have spiritual power in your body, what are you posing here? It's useless."

Chu Xiao rolled his eyes at him, turned his hands into a bowl of clear water like taking objects from the air, and then he dipped some clear water with his right hand and sprinkled it on Li Jin's unconscious face. A white light flashed across Li Jin's pale face, and the clear water of rejuvenation penetrated into his texture like a sweet rain that nourished the earth.

When he was young, the bloody and terrifying wound on Li Jin's forehead gradually squirmed, and the cracked flesh and blood contracted little by little like a dragon in the field turning over soil. However, in a while, Li Jin's pale face regained its rosy face.

"Okay, boss, I'm wrong. I'll help the master to catch that damn ghost immediately." Wu Zun suppressed the hot desire to complain in his heart. After all, he is a wild survival master with a strong desire to survive, and he can't be caught by boss Chu to give him a reason here.

When he thought of Chu Xiao’s mutated Legal skills that had been used on him in the past - Drawing the Land as a prison, Wu Zun’s panic made a trembling mind: “Boss, I’ll go first. Hey, Master, don’t panic, my brother, I’m here.”

([Chu Xiao’s version of Legalism - Drawing the ground into a prison]: Mobilize the power of legal principles to draw a closed ring on any plane, so that the people in the ring cannot come out from it before the law disappears. This is a common technique for trapping enemies by the Legalists. However, after the upgraded version after Chu Xiao’s modification, those trapped in the prison will deprive the five senses and fall into endless darkness and panic, even more than the torture that makes people feel terrified in the army - Guan Xiao Black Room.)

"Fire Witch Method - Cold Flame." Wu Zun spread his hands flat on the left and right, holding five fingers upwards in the direction of the pink miasma in the fog. Suddenly, a beam of dark blue low-temperature flame slowly rose from his palm. The blue flame was like thousands of years of ice and emitted endless cold air at all times. It curled the white mist in the sky with the violent posture of the flames, and rushed through the pink miasma around the road: "Drink, the flame is like tassels and cold as autumn."

On the desolate road, the tall trees in the dim fog were as heavy as terrifying ghosts. The white fog emitted by the cold flames in Wu Zun's hand was like a chaotic giant, and the black fog dragon was entangled with the surrounding mist. The low-pressure storm stirred up the surrounding wastelands, and the asphalt roads on the ground were torn apart, so that the cunning ghosts could not appear. It seemed that it was really afraid of the power of the cold flames in Wu Zun's hand, and used the fog on the wasteland to constantly cover up its ghost bodies, jumping layer by layer in the shadows.

Suddenly, a ball of pink miasma ejected from the ground without warning, and the cold ghost aura mixed with it turned into a sinister monster. The ink monster sneered evilly, and sucked and spitted out the pink miasma from bottom to top to try to stretch out its sharp ghost claws and forcefully penetrate Wu Zun's head.

Wu Zun is not a good-looking lamp. As a special-frame warrior who once fought hard on the front line of the dark world, his combat qualities were cultivated after countless life and death tests. Wu Zun was not panicked when he attacked the ghosts. He first quickly retreated and made way for a distance from his body, and then kicked his right leg with his left foot as a fulcrum. The cold flames with the dark blue flames directly dispersed the evil ghost fog like a calm python.

After landing, Wu Zun's slender fingers mobilized the cold flames around him like the baton in the hands of the conductor of the musical troupe. The cold flames around him were rotating in front of him, forming a dark blue flame shield. After he finished these, he slid the bangs on his forehead narcissistically, and the deep cold flames ignited in his eyes as if a burst of fighting spirit in his heart was aroused: "Monster, if you have the ability to come out and fight Grandpa Wu, I'm going to fight in the fog, what's the point of hiding in the fog. When your grandpa gets good, it's not too late to be a turtle."

Chu Xiao helped Li Jin up, looking at Wu Zun speechlessly at the place where the mist was cursing, and knew that once this guy fought, he was like a wild monkey with a bad temper, no wonder the major general transferred him to the logistics team. Chu Xiao had to shout at the top of his throat: "Old Wu, stop being too slow, come back quickly to help me carry Li Jin back."

The thick fog was layered, and Chu Xiao's voice was like a distant sea dam in the desert, but it could not enter his ears.

(End of this chapter)
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