The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The oil lamp emits a ghostly green fire, like the eyes of a wild beast in the dark night.

They say the lamp dries up when the oil is gone, but this lamp seems to have inexhaustible oil.

Xiang Wanqing, on the other hand, has really reached the point where she is almost running out of gas.

She originally thought her mana could last for a few more days, but she still underestimated this place.

The power of this lamp is very stable and shows no signs of exhaustion. But the power contained in the nine-headed evil god statue above his head is increasing, as if the sleeping evil god is being awakened.

The light of the Seven Star Sword gradually dimmed.

Xiang Wanqing finally started to feel a little desperate.

The best he could do was to last until dawn, and he had to think of a way before dawn, otherwise the mana would not last, the Seven-Star Sword Formation would fail, and he would soon be swallowed up by the evil corpses and ghosts around him.

Outside the temple, Luang Por Bayut walked in the moonlight with his back bent, stepping on the broken tiles.

He walked to the already mottled Buddha statue buried in the deep grass. Although only half of the Buddha's body is exposed, it is still a head taller than the short Luang Phor Prayuth.

Luang Phor Prayuth looked up at the Buddha's head. His face was dark and thin, covered with wrinkles, and seemed to be filled with asphalt in the moonlight.

"After tonight, it's almost done." Luang Po Bayut said to himself.

Dew flowed from the Buddha's face, resembling tears.

Luang Phor Prayuth gently wiped the Buddha's face, and his dark and thin face looked as compassionate as the Buddha.

The whiteness of fish belly appeared in the east, and the red sun peeked out from the horizon on the east bank of the Mekong River. The first ray of sunlight in the morning passed over the head of the Buddha statue, but did not shine on the short Luang Phor Prayuth.

The wrinkles on Luang Phor Prayuth's face were twisted together, as if he was unhappy about this.

He turned around suddenly and looked in the direction of the temple.

In the light of the rising sun, the ancient and dilapidated temple looks like a coffin lying on the cliff, with the rushing Mekong River below.

Colorful lights lit up in the dark hall, shooting out from the gaps in the dilapidated walls.

Luang Phor Prayuth's figure flashed and he had already arrived at the entrance of the temple.

In the center of the hall, above the bean-like oil lamp and candlelight, seven swords shone brightly, and Xiang Wanqing was wrapped in seven-colored light.

"Ah, I'm really surprised!"

Luang Phor Prayut's rickety body stood at the door, and the brightening skylight outside the door cast his long dark shadow in.

"But no need to work in vain! It's useless! It's useless!"

He raised his hand, pointed lightly, and flickered the light of the oil lamp at Wanqing's feet. As if someone had breathed a breath of air, the light suddenly became brighter.

Xiang Wanqing was forming seals with his hands, controlling the Seven Star Sword Formation.

She had been accumulating strength at night, paralyzing the enemy with a weak posture, retaining as much strength as possible, and trying to break through the blockade with a powerful blow at dawn.

In the past few days, she has observed a pattern. Whenever the first ray of sunlight appears at dawn, the oil lamp will dim suddenly and its power will become smaller. But this time is very short, and it will return to normal in a moment.

This is her only chance and her last chance.

If she failed, she would no longer have the strength to struggle and would have no choice but to be at the mercy of this ugly monster monk.

The seven stars changed their formations, the sword lights intertwined, and it was about to take effect.

However, due to the consumption of so many days, even if he accumulated his strength all night and prepared for the final push, the effect was still a little bit poor. He failed to break through the blockade with one blow, but instead alarmed Long Phor Prayuth.

The light was only dim at dawn, but now it was broken by Luang Phor Prayuth's finger.

Xiang Wanqing knew that her last hope was shattered at this moment.

Luang Phor Prayuth let out a strange laugh: "Don't be angry. Although your failure is doomed, it does not mean that you are not strong. If you know the name of this lamp, you will not be angry anymore. It is called Candle Dragon Nine Yin Lantern!"

"Candle Dragon Nine Yin Lamp?!"

Xiang Wanqing was shocked.

This is the legendary magic lamp, which is recorded in the Tiandu Immortal Weapon Book. It is transformed from the eyes of the ancient divine dragon Zhulong. Its fire is always bright, and cannot be extinguished by water or earth. The nine-day sun cannot take away its light. The dark taiyin cannot conceal its brightness.

The Eyes of the Candle Dragon can steal souls. No wonder Xiang Wanqing felt that wherever the light hit, the space was stagnant and the soul was frozen.

If it is really the candle dragon nine-yin lantern, then Xiang Wanqing will be lucky. Fortunately, Luang Po Prayut is not deep in Taoism and practices evil methods. Otherwise, with this lamp, Xiang Wanqing's soul would have been taken away long ago. Go, or refine her in the candlelight.

"So you don't have to be discouraged. You can persist for so long under the light of this magic lamp. Your strength is beyond my imagination. What is on that heavenly road is really fascinating!"

Luang Phor Prayut looked at her with a look of compassion, as if he was regretting her death.

"It's a pity. It's not easy for a beautiful woman like you to reach such a state of cultivation, right? But it doesn't matter. You will be a waiter of Naga. That is also a supreme honor!"

Luang Phor Prayuth laughed, his laughter was like a Buddha or a demon, resounding along the banks of the Mekong River.

A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on his face, and his laughter stopped abruptly.

Luang Por Bayut turned around and stood at the door of the temple looking west.

A black light appeared in the sky. It was extremely dark, as if the night had not yet faded away, leaving a crack in the morning light.

Murderous intent filled the sky.

Luang Phor Prayuth put his hands in hand seals on his chest and muttered two mantras.

A layer of light gray mist condensed over the entire ruined temple.

The sword energy roared in and rushed into the gray fog, cutting a thin opening in the gray fog and making a strange and shocking sound.

No one noticed that there was a faint sword mark on the mottled Buddha statue among the ruins and grass.

The gray fog then cleared up.

Above the gray mist, Li Muchen stood with his sword in hand, looking solemnly at the ruined temple at his feet.

"Jiejiejiejie!" Luang Po Prayut looked at him and smiled, "Here comes another one! So good! So good!"

Li Muchen raised the Xuanming Sword and struck again.

It was obviously fog, but there was a choking sound in my ears, as if it was being struck on a stone.

The gray mist opened another gap, but it didn't completely separate, and it was quickly closed.

Another sword mark appeared on the Buddha statue in the grass.

Li Muchen had already discovered something was wrong. This looked like the mysterious mist guarding the formation. It was not an ordinary formation. It contained the supreme Dharma. It was obviously related to this ancient temple and was not owned by the monster monk in front of him.

Through the mysterious mist, he saw the seven-colored sword light coming from the ruined temple.

At that time, Senior Sister Xiang Wanqing's Seven Star Sword.

Li Muchen felt happy and shouted: "Senior sister! Are you in there?"

"Mu Chen?! Is it you?" Xiang Wanqing's voice was full of surprise, "I'm inside, trapped by the candle dragon nine-yin lamp!"

"Candle Dragon Nine Yin Lantern?"

Li Muchen was surprised. This demon monk still had such a magic weapon in his hand?

"Okay, senior sister, I'm here to save you!"

"Mu Chen, don't come in. There's a lot of ghosts in here. If you demolish the temple from the outside, I'll be out of trouble!"

"understood!"

After Li Muchen finished speaking, he raised the Xuanming Sword at an angle, pouring all his magic power into the sword body.

Luang Po Prayut listened to the conversation between Li Muchen and Xiang Wanqing, looked at Li Muchen's movements, and did not stop him. He was just hunched over, like a poor old man.

"Well... you have great power, I feel it, very good! Very good! Raise your sword, come on, you will feel the gaze of God. In front of Naga, all power is like ants! You will Surrender!”

Li Muchen didn't care what he was talking about, he just focused on himself.

The Xuan Ming Sword struck again, the sword energy was like a rainbow, striking the Xuan Mist.

This time, he didn't stop, and the sword energy was connected one after another. Before one sword disappeared, another sword rose again.

The sword energy crisscrossed and formed a grid, forcibly cutting the Xuanwu apart.

On the Buddha statue, sword marks appeared one after another out of thin air. The already mottled Buddha body became even more unbearable, with stone chips falling into the grass.

Luang Phor Prayut seemed to be surprised by the power of the Xuanming sword energy. His handprints changed continuously, and a Buddha amulet flew out from his chest. The broken gray mist was sucked in by the amulet in a blink of an eye.

He threw the Buddhist amulet into the air, and it turned into a golden Buddha, standing in mid-air, blocking Li Muchen from falling from the sky.

At the same time, mummies came out one after another from the temple behind Luang Po Prayuth...