C362 East Forest Bell
C362 East Forest Bell
Feng Yimo looked at the monk coldly. It was obvious that the monk had been dead for more than ten thousand years. However, he had become a Ghost King because he had too much hatred. To be more precise, he was a high-level Ghost King.
"Master's obsession is too strong. After so many years, is he still unable to let go? Why don't you enter the cycle of reincarnation as soon as possible and cultivate again?" Feng Yimo said.
Hahaha! " The monk raised his head and laughed maniacally. The ghost generals all over his body trembled violently. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws, and the chilly wind whistled. It was a horrifying scene.
"Too stubborn? What would you do if you witnessed the tragic deaths of Budda Cultivator, who was a benevolent and compassionate person? "We have been saving the world and saving countless people, but we ended up like this. If it was you, what would you think?" The monk seemed very excited. His face was full of violence. Layers of black Qi kept emerging from his body.
Feng Yimo shook his head. "Master has been cultivating the Buddhist Dharma. Don't you know that there is karma? The suffering that Budda Cultivator has gone through today. It is hard to say whether it is not the cause of his past life or the result of today. Have you ever thought about the cause and effect?"
The monk was stunned. It was the first time he had met someone like Feng Yimo who talked about karma. His ferocious face revealed a look of confusion. In an instant, Yin Qi overflowed from his entire body. Countless Yin Spirits swarmed over, causing him to float in the air. "I don't care about karma. I only want to live in this world. I will kill anyone who sees you cultivating the Dao!"
After he finished speaking, the Yin Spirits on his body immediately rushed towards Feng Yimo, covering the sky and covering the earth. Because he was the king here, all Yin Spirits and ghosts listened to his orders!
Feng Yimo was fearless in the face of danger. With a roll of the Soul Locking Smoke, the phantoms at the front were immediately sucked into it, becoming a part of the Soul Locking Smoke. However, there were too many ghosts and phantoms. Almost instantly, Feng Yimo was surrounded by layers of ghosts. Hundreds of thousands of ghosts rushed over, causing the surrounding temperature to drop a lot.
"Kid, if you fall into my Ten Thousand Ghost Formation, don't even think about coming out. Become one of them! Jie Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! The monk had completely turned into a completely different face. Other than his bald head, he looked completely like a ghost. He had a ghost face and fangs, and his yin energy soared into the sky.
Against ghosts, the best attack method was to deal with them. However, the Asura Black Core Flame had consumed more than ten Heavenly Fire Spirit Crystals, and was currently in the process of digesting and advancing. Feng Yimo found a few lightning-type talismans from the Sumeru Bracelet and placed them in the air. Immediately, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Countless Yin Spirits and ghost soldiers were reduced to ashes by the lightning!
However, the highest level of these lightning-type talismans was a high-level level-three talisman, and its power was limited. Moreover, there were too many ghosts. Although they wouldn't cause fatal injuries, if they got close to Feng Yimo, they would definitely take away their life force and absorb the Yang energy. Feng Yimo released the Soul Devouring Insect to protect his body, and prevent the ghosts from getting close to him. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, Feng Yimo recalled the formation flags he had obtained at Mount Mi Luo. Without hesitation, he took out the eight formation flags and placed them around him. One after another, spells were cast out, and the formation flags of the Sun Gathering Formation fluttered in the chilly wind, emitting waves of light. The originally dark sky emitted rays of sunlight, and the Yang energy in the formation was great. The ghosts that swarmed over were like snow meeting the sun. They turned into wisps of black smoke and disappeared in the sky.
Feng Yimo was delighted. Although the formation was only a rank four auxiliary formation, he didn't expect it to be so outstanding when dealing with ghosts.
All the ghost generals that rushed in had their soul power devoured by the Soul Devouring Insect. They died in horror!
The monk, the Ghost King, raised his head and roared, "Kid, I did not expect you to actually have such a powerful treasure. But this king has many ghost soldiers and ghost generals. You will never be able to kill them! Moreover, when the sky turns dark, this king will see how your grand array works! Hahaha, in this king's Myriad Ghost Grand Array, no one can leave alive! "
Following that, the monk and the ghost king let out shrill howls and wails. More and more ghosts attacked Feng Yimo without any regard for their lives. All the ghosts and ghosts within a radius of 30km surged up.
Feng Yimo's expression was solemn. The problem the ghost king was talking about was exactly what he was worried about. Therefore, he urgently needed a technique and divine ability that could restrain ghosts to protect himself.
As he activated the Yang Gathering Formation to maintain sufficient Yang energy to descend, he took out the box that he had obtained earlier. Any restriction was not enough in front of the Spirit Devouring Silkworm. Very quickly, the restriction on the box was broken.
He opened the box and appeared in front of Feng Yimo. Surprisingly, it was a small purple-gold bell. It was simple and heavy, emitting a dense spiritual energy and Buddhism energy that made people feel as if they were bathing in a spring breeze. Underneath the small bell was a thread-bound book with the words "Diamond Wheel Scripture" written on it!
"Ancient treasure!" Feng Yimo cried out in surprise. He immediately grabbed the ancient bell and started refining it.
The powerful Divine Senses were imprinted on the ancient bell. The three words "East Forest Bell" were imprinted in Feng Yimo's mind. There was also a line of spiritual spells. Feng Yimo was so happy that he almost jumped up. The East Forest Bell was not only an ancient treasure, but also a spiritual Buddhist treasure!
Very quickly, Feng Yimo refined the East Forest Bell and raised it into the air. A psychic spell was released, and the East Forest Bell let out an ethereal sound.
Dang!
The Twilight Drum Morning Bell's sound waves spread out in all directions with the medicinal East Forest Bell as the center. Those countless ghosts and ghosts that surrounded the Sun Gathering Formation immediately stopped moving, and then they cracked open, shattering like porcelain and disappearing without a trace!
When the monk who was commanding the ghosts in the distance heard the sound of the bell, he was stunned for a moment before he screamed, "Impossible! How could he have the East Forest Bell and can drive it? Impossible!"
But before his screams could stop, another bell chime rang out. This time, the sound waves spread even further, already reaching a distance of 300 meters!
Wherever the sound waves spread, numerous phantoms and ghosts would shatter into pieces. Their souls and souls would scatter, and they wouldn't even have the chance to reincarnate!
This time, the monk and ghost king panicked. They took a deep breath, and countless ghost generals burrowed into their mouths. Their auras gradually rose, and then their heads shrank down, turning into a round ball that was dozens of meters in size. Thousands of ghost generals' heads stretched out from within, forming a ball. Their voices came out from within the ball, "Kid, so what if you have the East Forest Bell? Watch this king's Thousand Generals Blast!"
With that said, the huge ball formed by the ghost generals smashed towards Feng Yimo. The sphere was so powerful that it brought with it an endless chilly wind. It was like a ghost mountain, and it would not stop until Feng Yimo was smashed into pieces.
At this time, it was not the time to hide his strength. Without hesitation, Feng Yimo released the three-fingered ghost puppet to block in front of him. At the same time, he gathered all of his magic power and injected it into the East Forest Bell. With a loud bang, the ground began to shake. The East Forest Bell released 80% of its power. The sound waves rose and fell, rolling in all directions. The nearby mountain rocks and ruins were all shattered into pieces!
Weng!
When the sound waves came into contact with the ball formed by the monk and the ghost king, the outermost ghost generals did not even let out a cry before vanishing into thin air!