The Storm God

"Wait a little longer!"

Master Xuannan said with a heavy face: "Abbot Jinchan, although he is not from the same lineage as me, he is a disciple of Buddhism after all. I believe that he will make the right choice when faced with big issues of right and wrong."

"Um."

By now.

What else can everyone do, they can only comfort themselves like this.

at the same time…

Everyone also tried their best.

Some people even took out the bottom card, just to delay the attack of the Ghost King. Otherwise, everyone would be out of breath before Abbot Jin Chan arrived.

Not only that.

The release of this trump card requires a certain plan.

Don't call it resurrection.

Now…

You can't take it all out at once, and you can't take it too slowly. Otherwise, too fast or too slow will give the Ghost King an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"What's going on?"

"Hurry up and continue to increase the output for me!"

after all…

"Thankfully you weren't prepared, otherwise I might have been caught off guard."

And in the container, a strange voice finally sounded again.

Those clones of mine directly became the cornerstones of the small formation.

How could this be possible?

last moment.

"Those are all dirty materials."

If there is no reaction, it is bad. I am afraid that there will be a reaction.

We will completely fall into passivity, such as allowing the enemy to seize the opportunity and launch a fierce attack. As long as we dare to move, the power in our body will be swallowed up and absorbed by the small formation at a slower speed, and the result will be even worse than the others.

"But if that's the extent of it, it's very disappointing."

"It's really weird, little housekeepers must be careful!"

"These are simply not enough to watch!"

A casual attack completely destroyed everyone's protection.

Therefore, even if it is swallowed and absorbed, it will be done too hard, otherwise it will be very difficult if it causes a mutiny.

"Instead of dying like that, let's make the best use of our resources and become the resurrection power of heroic spirits. That would be an insult to our cultivation..."

“…”

The core area of ​​the palace.

"if…"

A small wave of pure and incomparable power of flesh and blood essence.

Only if you don’t do this, you can get twice the result with half the effort!

"What the hell, I just need the strength to revive, but at the critical moment, he has to let go? Is he not mentally ill?"

If he hadn't wanted to delay time, these people would have died long ago.

There wasn't even a little movement.

He was killed by the human monks and became part of the sacrificial force. He was either exhausted or exhausted, and could only watch himself go to destruction.

The heroic spirits outside have not yet recovered.

These dead monks, demons...

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Those guys on the right and left are of little use."

"interesting…"

Its flesh, blood, essence, and power all turned into a trickle, flowing directly into the selected heroic spirit container through the transmission of the formation.

A very happy look.

“…”

…

And by the time the monsters wake up, it's too late.

His eyes were full of ghostly light, and a cruel and evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Those guys are really slow to come."

Very slowly, no monks noticed that it was normal.

"Inferior quality?"

The demons under the command of the Ghost King.

There was no response, indicating that my operation was wrong. The reason why it exceeded expectations can only be said that the difficulty was less than expected.

or…

My eyes looked directly inside.

This container is like a sponge.

At this time, we are completely empowered by the experience.

It's hard to believe that everything is meaningless after all.

No matter how much essence and blood is injected into the tube, it will be absorbed instantly, and then it will be completely affected.

Those clones spread directly to every corner around the White Horse Temple, and finally followed the instructions of the Ghost King to set up a super small formation.

But the Ghost King who was scolded, instead of being angry, actually laughed excitedly: "Bad, bad, bad! Then increase the firepower output!"

The problem is that the energy and blood power in his hands is not lacking.

The ghost king's true self is presiding over the sacrifice work.

at that time.

Obviously, the heroic spirit chosen by the Ghost King was not a bad-tempered one.

According to what the heroic spirit just said, those are just appetizers, enough to stuff my teeth. At worst, I need to get some low-quality essence and blood power.

It's just for emergencies.

The ghost king's clone laughed.

even…

Immediately.

It made me so angry that even the Ghost King finally believed that he had made a mistake somewhere.

“…”

"Is it still okay?"

"Comfortable…"

"hey-hey…"

Give me some more time and I'll be able to come back to life completely.

"That's fine."

"The flesh and blood of these human monks can be wasted."

very slow.

Using itself as the foundation, the power of the small array is promoted to a higher level, allowing its swallowing and transmission speed to reach the lowest extreme.

"Why do you feel like your power is passing away so quickly? It's like it's like nothing is swallowing up..."

We have become more cautious, but unfortunately, no matter what we do, it has no effect, but the power flows slower.

"Don't stop!"

That tone...

The human monks fell into great passivity and fear.

Even a heroic spirit was resurrected.

In short, no matter what, he was at fault. As long as he continued to sacrifice the essence and blood of living beings, the suppressed and sealed heroic spirits would be resurrected.

That shows that my plan is feasible. No matter how little the essence and blood of living beings are passed through, it is still rubbish. However, without the essence and blood of monks, UU read the book www.uukanｓ. net is the best power of resurrection.

The heroic spirits outside seemed to have sensed the Ghost King's thoughts, and they suddenly stopped responding. A thought was instantly transmitted into the Ghost King's mind:

Just for a moment.

obviously…

It was transferred into the container of the heroic spirit by the small formation, causing it to snore slowly and slowly, followed by a strong and powerful aura, which ended with a sudden disappearance, and then became weaker and weaker.

I never thought that before the suppression seal of the Hall of Heroes was lifted, the residual influence would be so terrifying, even though I had injected so little energy and blood into it.

Immediately.

Feeling the power of essence and blood is the loss and passage of time, but the result is quite ideal. One can imagine the mood of the Ghost King. If it is bad, where will it go?

The quality of those essence and blood powers is too poor.

But that's only temporary.

Once you do that.

Hearing that reaction, the Ghost King suddenly became even more excited.

The massive amount of essence and blood power was controlled by the Ghost King, and was injected bit by bit into the container where the bones of a heroic spirit were buried...

at the same time.

The Ghost King is also pointing at us to intercept the human monks.

“…”

The Ghost King was finally shaken: "Stop trying first?"

At that moment, the Ghost King suddenly thought of something.

at the same time.

because…

Only those guys who squatted in place, like turtles, locking up all their strength, could maintain a certain amount of strength. They were swallowed and absorbed by the small formation.

He was not spared because he was the eldest brother of the Ghost King. He was also affected by the small formation, but it was just as obvious as the human monks.

On the Ghost King's side, when he saw everyone's trump cards, he couldn't help but be slightly startled, and said to himself: "Sure enough, there are two brushes, no wonder he dares to act wild here."

Keep everyone alive.

The Ghost King spawned countless clones.