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Chapter 833 The enigmatic old monk

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    Shenchu ??Ghost King also felt a huge crisis, and his huge body trembled slightly.  [<

    With just this slight movement, the entire volcano was shaking, with streaks of fire emitting from the top of the mountain, golden magma pouring out, and flowing down turbulently from above.

    At the same time, the Shenchu ??Ghost King opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of ghost energy.

    "An ant dares to take action against me, please die."

    The ghostly aura flew in mid-air, condensed into a human form, and turned into a giant spirit ghost general wearing black armor. His body was four meters high. He pointed a black spear in his finger, roared, and stabbed Zhang Ruochen.

    Even though the Shenchu ??Ghost King is quite weak at the moment, the breath of ghost energy he exhales is still very powerful and contains the power to destroy the heaven and the earth.

    The spear was thrust out, causing sand and rocks to fly on the surface of the volcano, and ghostly energy surging crazily.

    Huge waves arose in the magma ocean, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp spear tip struck in front of Zhang Ruochen.

    "If you want to kill him, step on my body first."

    Mu Lingxi activated the holy energy, and her slender body was completely covered with white snake scales.

    She spread out a pair of huge phoenix wings on her back, pushed forward with both palms, and knocked out the True Cauldron of Beasts.

    The cauldron of hundreds of beasts rotated rapidly, becoming bigger and bigger. Finally, it grew to a height of three feet and turned into a giant black cauldron, which collided with the spear thrust out by the ghost general.

    "Boom."

    The ghost will use a crushing force to knock the Hundred Beasts True Cauldron flying back and hit Mu Lingxi's chest.

    Mu Lingxi spat out a mouthful of blood, glanced at Zhang Ruochen for the last time, with a faint smile in her eyes, and fell into the magma ocean with a pop.

    Seeing this scene, Zhang Ruochen's heart trembled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled: "Go to hell."

    Dozens of space cracks flew towards the Shenchu ??Ghost King at the same time. The entire space was completely shattered and opened up. In an instant, the ghost general holding the spear was torn into pieces.

    The broken space continued to fly towards the mountainside without losing speed.

    Shenchu ??Ghost King also knew that he had reached a critical moment of life and death. Suddenly, he let out a loud roar, which shook his ghost body to pieces and turned into a ball of ghost energy, breaking away from the imprisonment of the thirty-six Buddhist chains.

    This is a way of damaging one's own cultivation. Although it will seriously injure one's vitality, it is the only way to save one's life.

    ¡°Wow¡ª¡ª¡±? That group of ghostly energy rushed out from between dozens of space cracks and disappeared over the volcano.

    "I will never let you goyou guysjust wait"

    The voice of the Shenchu ??Ghost King grew farther and farther away, and finally disappeared completely.

    Just when the Shenchu ??Ghost King let out a loud roar, Zhang Ruochen's vision went dark, he fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven holes, and passed out.

    When he woke up again, he was still lying at the foot of the volcano. A monk wearing simple Buddhist robes stood not far away, staring at him with a pair of deep eyes.

    The old monk looked as skinny as wood, like a layer of brown old skin covering his bones.

    He is such a person, but he gives Zhang Ruochen a feeling of standing tall on a mountain, as if even a piece of his thread falling to the ground can make the earth tremble; if he exhales, the color of the world will change.

    Even if the Buddha Emperor were alive, I'm afraid it would be nothing more than this.

    The old monk showed a kind smile, bowed to Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Donor, you finally woke up."

    Zhang Ruochen stared at the undulating magma ocean, feeling a little lost and confused.

    His heart was very painful. He got up from the ground and whispered: "Lingxi."

    The old monk smiled slightly and said: "Donor, don't worry, the female benefactor has been rescued by the poor monk. The female benefactor has the blood of the Ice Phoenix in her body, and her vitality is quite strong. There is nothing serious."

    Zhang Ruochen's eyes widened, showing an expression of great joy.  ?It was only then that he saw Mu Lingxi lying on the ground. He immediately rushed over, helped her up, and checked her injuries.

    Sure enough, as the old monk said, although Mu Lingxi did not wake up, her breath was stable and her vitality was quite strong.

    Zhang Ruochen finally breathed a sigh of relief, stared at the old monk, stood up quickly, bowed deeply to the old monk, and said: "Thank you, senior, for saving me. I will never forget this."

    The old monk stood on the ground like a withered pine, exuding a simple and vicissitudes of life all over his body, like a sage who stepped out of the history books.

    His old eyes looked at Zhang Ruochen and sighed: "Can take a detour.

    Zhang Ruochen did not show too much excitement and seemed quite calm. He asked: "As far as I know, there is a legend about reincarnation in Buddhism. I would like to know if the senior's cultivation can help people who are in despair.  Re-condensing his soul? Even if he can't be revived, even if he is just reincarnated to practice."

    The old monk's cultivation level can be described as profound and unpredictable. It is precisely because of this that Zhang Ruochen has little hope.

    The old monk was silent for a moment and said, "The donor wants to ask the poor monk to help you save people?"

    "Yeah." Zhang Ruochen said.

    The old monk sighed: "Only the great spiritual power sage can summon back the souls of people who have been scattered. The poor monk's spiritual power is still a little short of that step, and it is really powerless." (Remember this site.  Website: www.hlnovel.com
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