Chapter 164 Disaster

After driving away the evil ghost, Moke naturally occupied the mansion and stepped into it.

This is a mansion with a faint and cold atmosphere. The whole body is made of a kind of blue-black stone. The interior area is not large, and there is a dark hall, where you can faintly see the outside scene.

After entering the mansion, Moke carefully looked around. After making sure that there was no danger, he sat cross-legged on the cold stone ground and quietly stared out.

"Wanla..."

The blood rain outside became more and more sparse, mixed with the whimpering black wind, giving people a sense of desolation at the end of the road. A stream of blood surged in the alley, rolling blood waves, accompanied by more and powerful sound of stepping on the ground.

"Bum bang..."

Countless yin soldiers walked together, and every step was extremely neat, as if they had practiced hundreds of millions of times.

"Wow..."

"Ah!"

Moke faintly heard that ghosts screamed from time to time, or practitioners screamed. There was no doubt that the battle was going on fiercely. Ghosts that can hide in the mansion are very difficult to deal with, and they are definitely comparable to the strength of the divine period. Of course, Moko can win so easily, and the most important thing is the real fire of the sun in his body.

The real fire of the sun is the extremely fierce flame between heaven and earth. Not to mention the emperor's star, even in the flood and famine, it is a great flame, enough to top many flames.

The bloody rain gradually stopped, and Moke faintly heard the scream, in which there was even the howling of ghosts. The yin soldiers borrowed the way and began!

Bumbang.......

The huge sound of stepping on the ground sounded, getting closer and closer. Even in the mansion, Moke still felt an extremely cold and fierce breath getting closer and closer. The wind blew violently, and the nearby buildings trembled. The tragic and fierce breath surged, and a low roar was like muffled thunder. In the roar, people can't help trembling.

In the fierce gloomy wind, Moke was stunned to see that a famous man wearing ancient armor, holding ancient long hair, Guge's yin soldier, walking in the alley step by step, and finally gathered with the large troops on the main road...

This is a shocking scene, and sometimes there are screams. There are fierce ghosts who have been driven out, and there are practitioners who have not robbed the mansion, all of which have turned into the dead souls in the hands of this torrent-like walking yin soldiers.

"Amitabha... Good, good..." With sadness on his face, Moke couldn't help putting his hands together.

At the same time, in a mansion not far away, the seventh princess stood gracefully, but there was a trace of loneliness on her face, and the green silk around her fingertips with hatred, as if she wanted to vent her dissatisfaction.

In a mansion, a tall and burly young man with black hair sits cross-by-side with sharp and domineering eyes, like a peerless hero, dominating the world. In his palm, there is a small purple machete constantly rotating, in which there is a smoke-like breath, which is not ordinary at a glance.

In a mansion, a young man in a Taoist robe sat casually, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his face was always filled with a sunrise-like smile. He licked the corners of his mouth, stared at the pair of yin soldiers passing by, and muttered to himself, "50 Avenue, go to 40 Nine, run away. This wave of yin soldiers is already the 49th wave. It won't take long for new changes, right?

In a mansion, a handsome young man in red gold armor and holding a pair of phoenix wings stood, straight and full of an unyielding and powerful atmosphere.

In a mansion, a beautiful girl stood, looking at the outside with a smile, and stretched out lazily, as if she were watching a good play, without any fear at all.

In a mansion, a young monk in a gray monk's robe and holding a string of fine iron rosary beads was pale and seemed to have suffered a great counterattack.

He took a deep breath unwillingly. The monk recited Amitabha, and his face gradually turned into a quiet look again. Obviously, the skill of meditation was very good.

In a mansion, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face sat cross-legged, with fine light in his eyes shining. With a wave of his hand, a black mirror appeared in front of him, constantly permeating a kind of blood light. Then, vague pictures appeared, which was exactly the situation in the capital city.

Throughout the capital city, there are countless ancient houses and mansions, most of which are occupied by some fierce ghosts and evil spirits, and the rest are hidden by a famous practitioner, all of whom are extraordinary. After the fairy mansion was opened, they broke into it, and now they are trapped in it.

A famous soldier stepped forward and disappeared into the unknown distance without looking at the mansions on both sides of the street. Seeing this situation, Moke took a long breath and completely relaxed.

"Hello, little guy..."

At this moment, an evil voice suddenly came from the empty mansion.

"What kind of person!"

Moke was shocked and suddenly stood up, surrounded by the power of Buddha, holding the Eight Wastes God of War in his hand, looking around. The whole mansion is empty and there is no one at all.

"Hum..."

At this moment, a dazzling white light appeared out of thin air, suspended in front of Moko, showing its shape. Appearing in front of Moke, it turned out to be a strange monster with wings, unicorn head, tiger body, lion's claws and cow's tail.

The monster is small, about one meter long and bathed in white light. The strangest thing is a white unicorn above its head.

On the white unicorn, hundreds of billions of tiny countries have been formed, in which there are either lightning and thunder, or volcanic eruptions, or earthquakes, or the howling of all sentient beings, or hell lava, or a sea of knives and fire.

"Amitabha..."

Although he did not feel the terrible fluctuations coming from the monster, Moko was still shocked. A strong sense of crisis filled his heart and subconsciously retreated and made preparations.

With a humanized smile, the monster actually said, "Little guy, don't be nervous. If I want to kill you at the level of Yuan Buddha, just raise your hand! However, I didn't come here to kill you, but to tell you a good news!"

frowned slightly, and then Moke's face was calm, and his hands were put together, "Amitabha, I don't know what you want to tell the poor monk?"

shook his head, and then the monster said with a smile, "My name is disaster. It is the weapon of the owner who was born with the original spirit of the seven fierce beasts, such as poverty, gluttony, charm, yellow birds, etc., to find a predestined person for him."

"Spirit? Is it that this capital city is dominated by you? Moke's heart moved and asked.

"Yes, it's me who dominates. Um, little monk, not bad, in this desolate little Xiuzhen planet, a group of indigenous people didn't expect to know the capital city? Of course, I'm not the real capital city, but a top-quality fairy weapon forged by the owner at a great cost. He nodded and explained the disaster.

"Amitabha, this disaster benefactor, is it that your master is the predecessor who left the fairy palace? Also, what happened when you came to find the poor monk? With his eyes narrowed slightly, Moko asked again.

He waved his paws disdainfully, and the disaster monster said, "How can my master be that waste!" Well, you don't have to think too much. According to the original legacy of the master, he asked me to find a practitioner before the disaster, preferably a little guy from Buddhism or Confucianism, to obtain the inheritance of one of his treasures. Before you, I have tried a few little monks and Confucian little guys, but I'm very disappointed! Come on, little guy, accept my spiritual storm. If you fail, you will be devoured. If you succeed, your benefits will be endless in the future!"