Chapter 95 Pudu

However, the sword light flashed, and the water ghost's arm flew into the sky. Pan Yu did not retreat but advanced, and he stepped into the water ghost's arms, and avoided its other waving arm, and passed by it in a miserable manner.

Looking at the water ghost again, it was already frozen in place, and thick black juice splashed out all over his body, and then turned into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

It turned out that at that moment, Pan Yu swung out seventeen or eighteen swords and cut the water ghost into dozens of pieces.

But Pan Yu's face had no relaxed color. The monster was powerful and its speed was not slow at all. Although the attack was messy and it was no match for her, who knew how many such monsters were still in the water? If seven or eight such monsters were squeezed up on such a narrow deck, then any move would be meaningless.

When Pan Yugang thought about this, he heard a few buzzing sounds, and a few more water ghosts came to the deck.

Pan Yu jumped gently and floated like feathers, easily setting apart, but saw the pieces that had just been chopped by her squirming and gathering together. I believe that it will not take long before they will be restored to their original state.

Pan Yu inserted the sword to the ground, his hands were empty, his true energy bulged his sleeves, and he pushed forward suddenly. The recovering fragment was immediately crushed into mud, and the three water ghosts were pushed into the water.

But she couldn't wait for a moment, and more water ghosts came to the deck. She had to pick up the sword again, looked up, but saw layers of fog, and she was very worried. I wonder what was going on with Chinese Wen?

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Xu Xian was a little miserable at this moment. In just a while, he had tried countless methods. None of them could break through this thin purple flame, whether it was the Nine-character Mantra or the Talisman technique.

He just felt like he was the Monkey King who had entered the Bagua Furnace. Thousands of magic and all kinds of changes were useless.

The golden body was burned to a thin layer, and it seemed to be broken at any time.

Hu Xinyue laughed and said: Don’t you beg for mercy?As long as you let go of your mind and let this girl invade, I will spare your life.

Xu Xianqiang smiled and said: I just let go of my heart. Do you dare to come in?Hu Xinyue was determined to use mèi techniques to control herself. If she really occupied her mind, it would be extremely bad.

Hu Xinyue snorted coldly: If you don’t eat toast, you will be fined. I will make you look good and you are about to increase the fire.

But Xu Xian took out the snow-white fox tail and said: If you burn it, your tail will not be saved.

Hu Xinyue hurriedly said: Give it back to me!I still care about this fox tail.

Xu Xiandao: No problem, if you remove the Tushita Fire and the Illusion, we will go our own way in the future. Wouldn’t it be beautiful!

Hu Xinyue said: Isn’t the delusion just a tail?I'll just practice back.

Xu Xian had a headache, but he was even more worried about Pan Yu's comfort. Although it would be no problem to support him for a period of time with Pan Yu's martial arts cultivation, it would be unpredictable if it took a long time.

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Pan Yu half-kneeled on the deck with a sword, her black hair was covered with disheveled eyes, but she also breathed slightly, but the long sword in her hand was still as bright as it was.

The surrounding decks were like thick ink, and a thick layer was laid, but they were all water ghosts who were killed by her, and they were completely crushed with internal force. She found that only in this way could these monsters be prevented from resurrection.

However, this also consumes extremely internal strength. Even if she penetrates the Ren and Du meridians, she is still a little unbearable under such consumption.

In just this short time, she had repelled more than a dozen waves of attacks from water ghosts.

But the miasma around him has gradually risen, and more and more water ghosts are surging up.

The strong anger emitted by Pan Yu was like a lighthouse in the dark for these ghosts.

Hu Xinyue was in the air, her eyes shining through the thick fog, and saw Pan Yu’s situation at this moment. She hesitated for a moment, and waved her hand.

Pan Yu felt that the fog around him immediately became much thicker, and the chirping ghost screams suddenly became farther away.

While keeping the sword on guard, she secretly pondered the reason, but she couldn't figure it out, so she sat in place to adjust her breathing.

Because Pan Yu attracted most of the attacks just now, water ghosts boarded the ship at this time on the other large ships, but when the fog was thick, they immediately lost their direction.

Because they are in the illusion, most people do not notice the changes around them at all.

Hu Xinyue couldn't help but admire the perfect plan of her plan. After Xu Xian was cleaned up, it would be the most appropriate to deal with these ghosts.But if there is too much miasma, people will probably die in the boat.

However, at this time, Xu Xian's support also came to an end, and the layer of golden body was finally broken.

But Xu Xian had a solemn expression, and a golden flame suddenly surged from his body. It was the true sun fire that was so strong that it barely resisted the combustion of Tushita fire.

Hu Xinyue said disdainfully: Do you still have to hold on?

Xu Xian could no longer answer her. The golden body was completely melted into a stream of golden spiritual liquid. It should have dispersed with the wind, but was blocked by the flames and had nowhere to go. It flowed back into Xu Xian's body. As soon as the golden spiritual liquid entered her body, it was absorbed by Xu Xian's body, causing a layer of golden brilliance to gradually emitted from his body.

Under the burning of two flames that are difficult to find in the world, the golden spiritual liquid completely merged into Xu Xian's body, and Xu Xian's body immediately reached an unprecedented intensity.

In the final analysis, Tushita fire is not the fire of killing, but the fire of elixir. Xu Xian is the elixir in the furnace at this moment, but any elixir is refining for too long, and it will only end up being completely burned.

At this moment, Xu Xian had no choice but to sacrifice his last life-saving straw and merit jade tablet.

With this thought, the green jade plaque floated up from Xu Xian's chest, and the green light as blue as water suddenly began to shine, gradually replacing the sun's true fire to support the burning of the Tushita fire.

The result made Xu Xian happy. The power of merit was indeed not as melted by Tushita fire like other spiritual powers.

Hu Xinyue was shocked, what was that?I couldn't help but have some ominous premonition.

Merit is originally transformed by the thoughts of thousands of people, and it is illusory.

However, the Taoist ancestor transformed the secret method into the real merit power. Compared with the Tushita fire, which is said to be able to melt a little, it means to use the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son, but the final result is that no one can win and can only compete with their respective strengths.

At this moment, Xu Xian did not hesitate anymore, and a fierce power of merit suddenly burst out from the jade tablet, and the green light burst, suddenly dispersing the bondage of the purple Tushita fire.That little bit of lamp flower floated back to Hu Xinyue's hand.

Before Hu Xinyue could react, she was strangled by Xu Xian. She looked at Xu Xian hatefully, and then used the escape technique without hesitation, leaving another fox tail, and disappeared without a trace.

Xu Xian looked at the fox tail in his hand, feeling speechless. He originally wanted to turn swords into jade, but now it seems that he is getting deeper and deeper in his hatred.

When I saw the scene on the water surface, it did not deteriorate as I imagined. I must have been under Hu Xinyue's control. The scene of thousands of water ghosts surging in the water was enough to make people shocked. At this moment, it was because Hu Xinyue escaped, and the power of the formation began to weaken, and the water ghosts had already started to riot.

Especially the miasma was almost rising to the deck, and if it flowed into the cabin, it would be awful.

Thinking of this, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from Xu Xian's body, as if a sun rose in the dark night sky. The layer of miasma on the water was immediately suppressed. Many water ghosts were shining by the light, and the smoke immediately came out of their bodies. The mud on their bodies fell off layer by layer, making painful moans, hiding under the water.

Pan Yu raised his head, couldn't help but smile, and withdrew his sword.

Xu Xian frowned. It would be a slight effort for him to kill so many water ghosts, but these water ghosts were transformed by the wronged souls because they could not be liberated, and they were also a pity after all.

For the sake of this, the only way is to try to save them, eliminate the resentment in their hearts, and enable them to be reborn.

However, such rituals often require hundreds of monks to set up temples and recite scriptures for three days and three nights to have the opportunity to resolve them.

Now there is only Xu Xian, but he can only do it hard. Xu Xian lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, folded his hands together, and recited passages of scriptures using the Great Thunder Sound Art, but it is the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha's Practice", which is specially used to save the dead.

The chanting of the Sanskrit sound is like the sound of nature. Although it is only Xu Xian, it seems that there are thousands of people who cater to it together.

The thunder sound did not turn into sound waves, but turned into Sanskrit with golden light shining, spitting out from Xu Xian's mouth, and fell into the river like snowflakes.

The golden Sanskrit fell into the body of the water ghost, and cut down the layers of mud, gradually revealing the spirits in it, including men and women, but they are full of resentment.

Seeing this plot, Xu Xian quickly chanted the scriptures even faster, but no matter what, they could not reduce their resentment, the pain of the country's destruction, and the sorrow of killing were suppressed together at the bottom of the deep lake, turning into an unstoppable curse and resentment. How could they be easily calmed down after ten or a hundred years?

But the people they resent and hate are probably no longer in the world, but they will never be liberated. If they kill innocent people indiscriminately and commit sins due to resentment, they will be even more incapable of rebirth.

Xu Xian sighed, is it because the compassion I have that is not enough to transform so many unjust souls?

If this is the case, let me use the good thoughts of hundreds of millions of people to resolve the evil thoughts in your hearts!

He had already put the jade tablet of merit in his palm and recited it again. The merit was quickly consumed, but Xu Xian ignored this.

This time, the golden Sanskrit word that Xu Xian spitted out was covered with a circle of green and blue colors, and fell into the bodies of those wronged souls.

Then I saw those ghosts full of resentment, with ferocious faces gradually calming down, revealing their original appearance. Some looked around in a daze, as if they had woken up in a dream, and some even showed a little peace. The resentment they had accumulated over a hundred years gradually melted in the good thoughts contained in the merits and spiritual light.