Kong Hai froze in shock.
He had indeed seen a beam of golden light flashing not far away.
Unfortunately, the white mist obscured his vision and he couldn\'t see clearly who it was.
"Is it a Dao Sect powerhouse or a Buddhist monk?"
Kong Hai was a little surprised.
There were only a handful of cultivators in the entire Jin Nation who could condense the Golden Light of Expiation.
It was extremely difficult for a cultivator to condense the Golden Light of Expiation.
The first thing to do was to condense a thousand power of merit, which could not be obtained by killing a thousand resentful spirits.
It was a true expiation. Kong Hai spent 15 years and only managed to condense more than 670 power of merit.
There was still a long way to go before he could gather a thousand power of merit. Besides, even if he did, he could only create the Golden Body of Buddhism and then nurture the Golden Light of Expiation.
Hence, those who could possess the Golden Light of Expiation were all experts who had attained the Dao.
The golden light cleansed the resentment.
There had been some commotion in the Linhe Ghost Grave recently, but it was just a minor one. The monks in the temple thought that the seal of the Linhe Ghost Grave was a little loose, so they sent him over to investigate.
Unless the Ghost King was resurrected, it would be impossible to attract a Daoist expert.
"It should be a senior, but unfortunately, I can\'t wander around. There are two patrons here, and if I leave, there will definitely be ghost cultivators coming to find trouble with them."
Kong Hai was a little upset. He wanted to go and meet the Daoist expert.
However, at the thought that Ye Ping and Su Changyu were at the side, he didn\'t dare to leave, lest the ghost cultivators took the opportunity to attack.
At this moment …
In the white mist, a group of lonely ghosts gathered.
"Why haven\'t Lan\ 'er and Yang Wen returned after such a long time?"
"Yeah, it\'s already been an hour. If we delay any longer, we\'ll be in trouble once the array formation disappears."
"Will they be in danger?"
There were about 20 to 30 of them, and they were considered a small force in the Linhe Ghost Grave. They usually caught some lone cultivators and absorbed their Yang energy.
"Impossible, those two are just Qi Refinement cultivators. Yang Wen and Lan\ 'er are at least at the perfected Ghost Soldier realm, which is equivalent to the perfected Qi Refinement realm. Unless they provoked that monk, but I didn\'t detect the power of Buddhism."
The man in the lead said with a firm tone.
"Sir, could it be that the two of them are pretending to be pigs to eat tigers? They look like they're in the Qi Refining realm, but they're actually Foundation Establishment cultivators, and they're trying to lure us over?"
"Otherwise, would two Qi Refinement cultivators, one of whom is only at the second level of Qi Refinement, dare to come to the Linhe Ghost Grave?"
A vengeful spirit said, looking very curious.
As soon as he said that, the rest of the wild ghosts could not help but be stunned.
Now that he thought about it, it was possible.
"That shouldn't be possible. There are millions of vengeful spirits in the Linhe Ghost Grave. Maybe he can deceive us, but he can't deceive the other evil spirits. Even if that's the case, there's no need to worry."
"I have already broken through to the Ghost Warrior Realm. Even if the two of them are Foundation Establishment Great Completion Cultivators, they can't do anything to me."
"Could it be that they can condense the Golden Light of Expiation?"
The leader of this group of wild ghosts was very confident. He was a cultivator of the Ghost Warrior Realm, which was equivalent to the Foundation Building Realm of cultivators.
Moreover, this was the Linhe Ghost Grave, which was a natural bonus for them.
In a battle of the same level, even if he couldn't win, it was absolutely impossible for him to die in the hands of his opponent. Thus, he was fearless.
Hence, the ghost cultivators nodded one after another.
Indeed, so what if Ye Ping and Su Changyu were really pretending to be weak?
Could it be that they were pretending to be Qi Refinement cultivators?
That was basically impossible. Besides, it was impossible for Golden Core Perfected Ones to come to such a place.
It was impossible for them to really cast the Golden Light of Expiation, right?
While the ghost cultivators were thinking about it …
All of a sudden, a voice sounded.
"He's here, he's here!"
As the voice sounded, the vengeful spirits perked up one after another.
Indeed, a familiar figure appeared in front of the ghosts.
All of a sudden, the vengeful spirits were extremely excited.
"Don't move, let him come closer, lest that damned monk spoils our plans."
"Also, don't kill him directly. Scare him first and scare him out of his wits so that we can absorb the Yang energy better."
The leader of the group of ghosts told the vengeful spirits not to get agitated and to wait for Ye Ping to get closer before attacking.
"Boss, don't worry, I will definitely scare him out of his wits."
"Hehehe, it's not easy for someone to come, we definitely have to play slowly."
"Yes, I just hope this guy won't be scared to death by us like that person last time."
The group of wild ghosts laughed loudly. They seemed extremely excited and impatient.
Not far away.
Ye Ping was holding onto the flying sword with a sullen expression.
He was very upset.
\ 'Didn\'t they say that this is the Linhe Ghost Grave?\' \ 'Why haven\'t I seen a single ghost in the grave after walking for almost five minutes?\'
\ 'Where are the ghosts?\'
\ 'Where did they go?\'
\ 'Are they all dead?\'
Ye Ping was very upset. He had finally learned the method of expiation and was thinking of earning some merit, but to his surprise, he didn\'t encounter a single ghost at all.
It was a terrible feeling that Ye Ping could not describe.
At the thought of this, Ye Ping couldn\'t help but feel resentful.
However, at this moment, Ye Ping suddenly froze.
The Supreme Expiation Sutra could not only expiate the souls of the dead, but it could also expiate resentment.
\ 'Now that I have resentment, can I expiate it?\'
\ 'If I expiate myself, will there be merit?\'
\ 'If there is merit, wouldn\'t I be able to produce and sell myself?\'
At the thought of this, Ye Ping couldn\'t help but pat his head, and a beam of faint golden light entered his body from the top of his head.
It was the Golden Light of Expiation.
In the next moment, an indescribable feeling appeared.
It was as if he had entered the mode of a Sage and all his worries, stress, and depression were gone.
The only pity was that he didn\'t get any merit.
However, it was a good feeling, and there was a feeling of enlightenment and wisdom that made him feel happy.
"Although there is no power of merit, I can let myself enter a state of enlightenment, gain wisdom, and eliminate worries. That\'s not bad."
Ye Ping evaluated himself.
There was no power of merit, but it could eliminate worries. That was not bad.
However, just as Ye Ping was thinking about it …
All of a sudden, gusts of cold wind blew over.
In an instant, some low and hoarse voices sounded.
"I … died … so tragically."
The voice was extremely low and sounded like a wail that made one\'s hair stand on end.
At this moment, Ye Ping froze.
Masses of black fog appeared and turned into evil ghosts, headless ghosts, and ghosts with broken limbs. There were also some resentful spirits that were covered in blood and looked horrible.
The cold wind blew and the sounds of wailing filled the air. Dozens of resentful spirits crawled on the ground and stared at Ye Ping with immense resentment.
When the resentful spirits saw Ye Ping, who was rooted to the ground in a daze, they couldn\'t help but laugh in their hearts, thinking that Ye Ping had been scared silly.
They enjoyed the fear.
However, at the next moment …
Ye Ping snapped back to his senses, and his eyes … were filled with surprise.
\ 'Uh?\'
\ 'Surprise?\'
The ghosts were stunned.
\ 'What does this mean?\'
\ 'Shouldn\'t it be fear?\'
\ 'Why are you still looking surprised?\'
The resentful spirits were a little dumbfounded.
Ye Ping, who had snapped back to his senses, was indeed overjoyed.
He searched for the time it took for an incense stick to burn out, but he didn\'t find a single resentful spirit. To his surprise, dozens of resentful spirits appeared all of a sudden.
How could he not be happy?
"I died so unjustly."
"I\'m in so much pain."
"I\'m in so much pain."
At this moment, a resentful spirit that was covered in blood came to Ye Ping\'s feet. He grabbed Ye Ping\'s ankle with resentment and indignation in his eyes.
It was a hanging ghost with a circle of green strangulation marks around his neck.
Hanged Man stared at Ye Ping, looking forward to Ye Ping's next performance.
However, in the next moment, Ye Ping squatted down and looked at Hanged Ghost with a compassionate expression.
"Are you really in pain?"
Ye Ping asked with a compassionate expression.
When the voice sounded, Hanged Ghost could not help but be stunned.
What does that mean?
Why are you asking me if I'm in pain?
You want to surpass me?
Big Brother, can you be more serious? I am a ghost.
Can you give me a normal reaction?
Why don't you cry for me?
Hanged Ghost could not help but ridicule in his heart.
However, although he was complaining in his heart, he still looked at Ye Ping miserably.
"Yeah, I'm in so much pain. Can you save me?"
Hanged Ghost's words were filled with misery, and his eyes were filled with resentment.
But at this moment.
Ye Ping's voice sounded in his ears.
"Don't worry, you won't be in pain soon."
A voice rang out.
Before Hanged Ghost could react.
A beam of golden light appeared in Ye Ping's palm.
In an instant, all the vengeful spirits were stunned.
Golden Light of Expiation?
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