Damn it! What's going on?
Can those white figures use soul attacks?
So what if they can? A beauty from the Xiaoyao Sect snorted.
Whoosh!
She opened her mouth and spat out a pagoda. It floated above her head and protected her soul.
This was a Treasure Artifact, and it was an exclusive Treasure Artifact for soul defense. With it, one could block soul attacks.
Break!
After that, the beauty from the Xiaoyao Sect started to attack.
A long rainbow streaked across the void and charged forward. Soon, it pierced through a white figure.
Everyone looked over with rapt attention. Many people's eyes were twinkling. Some of them even released their soul power. They wanted to see how strange Ye Chen's soul power was.
Eh?
The pink light pierced through the white figure. However, the next moment, the beauty from the Xiaoyao Sect froze and widened her eyes.
Her face was full of fear.
With a plop, she fell to the ground and stopped breathing.
Dead? Everyone was stunned.
The people from the Xiaoyao Sect looked even worse. Junior Sister! Many people rushed over and checked carefully. They found that the other party was dead.
What's going on?
The others looked even more serious. They didn't find any soul power.
If they wanted to check carefully, even if the other party used soul power, they would be able to detect it in an instant.
More importantly, it was
The pagoda that the beauty from the Xiaoyao Sect was wearing didn't receive any attack.
She was killed just like that?
This meant that it wasn't soul power. Or maybe the other party's soul power was so strong that they couldn't believe it.
Impossible! They could feel the soul power of an invincible King!
What kind of attack was that? They were going crazy. If they could not decipher these white figures, they would be trapped here for the rest of their lives, unable to leave.
Lin Xuan frowned. He also found that it wasn't a soul attack.
What were those things?
Were they ghosts?
Shen Jingqiu was scared. Murong Qingcheng's face was cold. While everyone was confused, a few people in the crowd spoke. Those were resentful spirits.
They weren't using soul attacks, but resentment, an attack that was even more bizarre than soul attacks.
What? Resentful spirits! Everyone turned around and looked.
They found that the one who spoke was a dozen monks from the Western Desert.
Master, can you tell us more about it?
That's right, Master. Is there any way to break it? The Elders from the great sects all inquired.
They thought they saw hope.
That was because the monks of the Western Desert all cultivated some Buddhist divine powers, which were perfect for restraining these Yin ghosts and evil creatures.
With their help, they might really be able to subdue these vengeful spirits.
The monks from the Western Desert nodded. "It's indeed possible."
Amitabha, Avalokitesvara.
The monks began to chant scriptures.
These were not ordinary scriptures, but the great success of Buddhism of the Western Continent.
It was very profound and profound. Coupled with the cultivation of these people. It could be said that its power was boundless.
At this moment, everyone thanked themselves for calming down and stabilizing their mental states.
How magical! These people were shocked.
Lin Xuan was also surprised. Although he had never interacted with the monks of the Western Desert, he could tell that these people were indeed extraordinary.
In fact, it could even be said to be extremely terrifying.
Between heaven and earth, the sound of Sanskrit rang out, bringing with it a mysterious and unfathomable energy. When the white figures heard this, they all let out miserable cries.
Their bodies quickly melted like snow under the sun.
Then, he disappeared.
Seeing that scene, everyone heaved a sigh of relief. That was great! Fortunately, the monks of the Western Desert were there.
Otherwise, it would be very difficult for them to attack on their own.
After all, things like resentment were even more bizarre than souls.
If they didn't handle it properly, they would be affected by the power of resentment. Then, they might be killed directly.
Just like the two prodigies from before.
'Let's go, let's go!'
Everyone did not dare to delay. Lin Xuan also led the people from the Immortal Hall forward.
However, they had only walked halfway when they stopped in their tracks.
That was because another figure appeared in the main hall in front of them.
It was a white figure, just like the ones from before.
However, this time, he did not have his back to the crowd. Instead, he was facing them.
His black hair covered his face, and his eyes were white. It was a very strange sight.
His face was even paler. It was a ghastly sight.
Many female disciples cried out in surprise.
Shen Jingqiu also cried out in surprise. She grabbed Lin Xuan's arm and did not dare to look anymore.
Murong Qingcheng frowned. This vengeful spirit seemed to be more powerful than the ones from before.
'Oh no, it's a ten-thousand-year-old vengeful spirit!'
The Western Desert monks were also shocked. The white figures from before were all thousand-year-old vengeful spirits.
Their cultivation bases were not high. They could be subdued.
However, they had encountered a ten-thousand-year-old vengeful spirit. It was an extremely terrifying existence.
As expected, they chanted Buddhist scriptures. Mysterious Sanskrit characters floated in the sky, forming a light screen that pressed forward.
However, when it was three meters away from the white figure, it stopped. It could not go any further.
Boom!
In the next moment, the ten-thousand-year-old vengeful spirit raised its head. A strange red light appeared in its eyes.
All of the Sanskrit characters in the sky shattered!
The Western Desert monks also took a few steps back. Their faces were filled with shock.
'How terrifying!' 'As expected of a ten-thousand-year-old vengeful spirit.'
Seeing that, everyone else was shocked and retreated one after another.
If even the Western Desert monks could not deal with it, things would be troublesome.
Whoosh whoosh!
Everyone took out their treasures and prepared to attack. Lin Xuan also called Xingtian, Elder Li, and the others to get ready to attack.
He had the Great Dragon Sword Soul that could destroy everything, so he was not too worried.
Even if the opponent was a ten-thousand-year-old vengeful spirit, he was confident that he could kill it with his Great Dragon Sword Soul.
However, before he could make a move, another figure walked out from among the monks behind him.
It was a young figure. He seemed to be a young prodigy of the Western Desert.
'Elder, let me try.' The young monk said with a smile.
'Alright.'
Seeing that the young man walked out, the monks heaved a sigh of relief.
However, the people from the sacred grounds and major sects frowned. 'What's going on? How can a young monk defeat a ten-thousand-year-old vengeful spirit when even the elders can't deal with it?'
They did not quite believe it.
Therefore, they were still prepared. If the young man failed, they would use force to attack.
The young monk walked up with a smile on his face.
It was a confident smile.
At that moment, everyone's gaze fell on him.
The young monk walked in front of the crowd and looked at the ten-thousand-year-old vengeful spirit in front of him without saying a word.
He stretched out his fingers and pointed one finger to the sky and the other to the ground. He made a very strange Dharma Idol.
'Will that work?'
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