Chapter 12 Little Master

Before the ghost door is closed, all means are used.

The various colors of light bursting out by the magic power went straight to the sky, setting off the originally moonless dark night as bright as the day.

Yi Qing's ten-mile array of light and shadow, Lin Yan's three-foot ghost door, Zhao Yan's two Yan dragons...

If these millions of evil spirits are surging and spreading from the ghost gate, then at this time, Yi Qing people are constantly devouring the gaps of this **.

This gap is big and small, but all of them exude a fierce suction and purification power, constantly devouring this million giant evil spirits.

For a moment, at least hundreds of thousands of evil spirits were wiped out. Looking from the sky, you can clearly feel that this evil ghost's ** is a little thin.

"The seal of the heavenly master, refine the evil spirits!"

As the last straight evil ghost in this huge array was refined and eliminated, Yi Qing pointed to it, and the magic seal of the heavenly master hanging in the air immediately trembled again. The next moment suddenly swept over another ghost tide.

The virtual shadow of the array covering the sky and the sun landed again. It rotated like a grinding disc, quickly refining the second wave of tens of thousands of evil spirits covered by the cage into the array.

However, although the coverage of this array is huge, it does not generally reach ten miles square as last time, only the area of **.

"Sure enough, millions of evil spirits can kill people even if they are tired!"

Yi Qing's eyebrows frowned unconsciously, and his tone was a little heavy. Looking at Lin Yan not far away, it was not as he had expected. At this moment, the original condensed breath of Lin Yan's body kept fluctuating, and there were obviously some signs of failure.

Looking around, I found that not only Lin Yan, but also Zhao Yan and Luo Chen were more or less tired.

"Hor! The power of these guys' spells has become much less. Don't be afraid, we millions of people will grind them to death! Kill them, ghosts roaring all over the world!"

Among the remaining hundreds of thousands of evil spirits, suddenly there was an excited ghost roar. The sound spread far away, and the other evil spirits who heard this suddenly no longer fled in panic.

The ghosts kept roaring, and the violent and cruel emotions in the nature of the evil spirits suddenly soared. The eyes turned blood-red in an instant, and the reason in the ghost's eyes was being replaced by this impulse little by little.

The next moment, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... The evil ghost suddenly condensed into a turbulent wave peak and slapped the people who had taken action everywhere before.

Bow...

As the most powerful and dazzling existence in the field, Yi Qing was naturally patroned by this group of evil spirits. The largest wave peak, composed of countless evil spirits, roared and hit the huge array of virtual shadows formed by the magic seal of the heavenly master.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Yi Qing's eyes suddenly became cold, and he suddenly vomited in his cold eyes. The hands suddenly moved quickly, and the mysterious seals were skillfully completed,

"Nine days of universalization of real thunder!"

In the cold shouting, a roar suddenly came from the sky. In the blink of an eye, a huge thunderbolt, which was one foot thick and many feet long, suddenly came down from the nine heavens, and the dazzling white light penetrated through the earth.

At this time, there are many people who perform some thunder magic, just like Luo Zhen holding the five thunder flags. But in front of this sudden appearance of a huge thunder column, they were all loomy.

Staring at the moment, as if it were a nine-day thunder pillar, and everyone was stunned. After a pause in his hand, he couldn't help looking at Yi Qing.

Flying Cloud Viewer Yi Qing. In the midst of surprise, many people remembered the name in an instant.

Boom!

The thunder master destroyed the evil, and the thunder bombarded on the wave peak formed by the evil ghost, and suddenly a earth-shaking thunder came out. The evil spirits shrouded in thunder could be seen one after another, as if the ice and snow met the scorching sun, and silently melted and evaporated, leaving a large blank.

With this blow, at least more than 10,000 evil spirits dissipated in the invisible.

"The Taoist priest is so lucky that he actually learned this thunderbolt nine-day universalization of real thunder."

The thunder dissipated, and all the evil spirits no longer dared to rush to Yi Qing's position. They all turned around and rushed to other places with fear and wailing.

At this time, there was an exclamation, and suddenly it sounded beside me.

Yi Qing's eyebrows trembled subconsciously when he heard the words. Unexpectedly, someone could recognize that what he was showing was Jiutian Puhua Zhenlei. Looking at the sound, when he saw the person who made a sound, the surprise on his face was suddenly replaced by a strange color.

"Little monk, I have met the Taoist priest."

Listening to the person in front of him smiling at him, Yi Qing's expression became more and more strange. A smile of unbearable laughter suddenly rose at the corners of his mouth.

Little? Who in the world gave such a lovely name?

The little man in front of him, as his name is, only eleven or twelve years old, and the little bald head is very shiny. Wearing an earthy-yellow monk's robe, it is exaggerated that he still has a nine-ringed tin stick in his hand.

This nine-ringed tin stick is obviously tailored by the elders, just the same as the small head.

There is a unique immatureness in the voice of this age, but it looks very old-fashioned. He shook his head, and his little face was indescribably serious.

"Little master, why are you coming alone?"

With a smile, Yi Qing couldn't help asking the little one in front of him curiously.

In Yi Qing's opinion, the elders of the little monk should be nearby, but it seems a little irresponsible to let a child run around under such circumstances.

"The Taoist priest should call the little monk Xiaoxiao, and the word master is not needed."

Hearing Yi Qing call himself "Little Master", the little pink and white face suddenly permeated a blush, and he didn't care to look old again. As soon as he opened his mouth, he exposed the original childish voice,

"The little monk came alone, and he was not accompanied by his elders."

Ah? Hearing this, Yi Qing was stunned and looked at the little monk in front of him with another surprise. There was a subconscious suspicion in his look.

After all, he was only an eleven- or twelve-year-old child. Maybe he had Su Hui, but when he saw the obvious suspicion in Yi Qing's eyes, his little mouth was still a little conscious.

He stood the nine-ring tin stick in his hand on the ground, and the little body suddenly sat down, and his face was serious in an instant.

"In the future life, if the sky is like a person, it will be retribution with karma and fall into evil interest. In the fun of falling, or to the head of the door, are all sentient beings, if they can recite a Buddha's name, a Bodhisattva's name, and a Mahayana classic. It is all sentient beings, you use divine power to save, so that people are boundless, in order to break the hell, send the order to give birth to heaven, and receive victory..."

In the tender children's voice, every Buddhist scripture is constantly spit out clearly from the small mouth.

Yi Qing didn't care at first, but after a moment, Yi Qing's whole body suddenly became certain. In the eyes, there is a thick and unbelievable color.

Bright tongue blooming lotus?

The earth is full of golden lotus?