The arrival of the monks in Nanchan Temple even made Huang Jiulang and Wang Jingzhe seem to see the light of dawn, because the continuous Ksitigarbha Sutra is much more effective than the Taoist techniques they used before.

Although Buddhist scriptures and Taoist techniques can subdue demons and demons, the difference is still very large in essence, so we cannot say which one is the most effective, we can only say which one is more appropriate now. It is obvious that the nine masters recite the Sutra of Ksitigarbha Sutra as if it is very good. After all, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is the one who is in charge of the eighteen levels of hell. Ksitigarbha himself is also from Buddhism. After he entered hell, he used Buddhism to save evil ghosts in hell.

Therefore, if it is effective, it seems that the Ksitigarbha Sutra is better.

However, just as they were relieved, a particularly sudden scene appeared, and no one expected that this would happen.

Several evil spirits who were originally confused and seemed to be confused by the scriptures suddenly rushed over without fear of death. When they were about to approach, they suddenly exploded. A large mass of evil spirits rushed over, which directly caused Wang Jingzhe and Huang Jiulang to retreat unstoppablely. At the same time, the nine monks from Nanchan Temple shook violently, and the scriptures that were constantly reciting were also broken at this time.

This powerful suicide attack interrupted the already balanced situation at once, and the balance slowly tilted towards the evil spirit.

But that's not all. After a few deaths, another few rushed over immediately. After Li Di entered a little, he immediately exploded and continued to impact the monks of Nanchan Temple with a strong evil spirit.

At this moment, Wang Jingzhe and the others were even more shocked. What kind of thing was that guy who could make the evil ghosts under his command so fierce and fearless.

"Amitabha!" Master Ji'en of Nanchan Temple suddenly pronounced the Buddha's name, took off a string of rosary beads from his neck, and then threw them away with his hand. One hundred and eight rosary beads were thrown to the opposite side.

This string of rosary was passed down to him by Master Ji'en's master. If you talk about history, you will have a hundred years of thought. But the most important thing is that the rosary has long become a treasure of Nanchan Temple with two generations of enlightened monks. With the influence of Buddhism over the years, rosary has gathered magnificent Buddhist thought power on it. If it is just one, it will be enough to kill a demon.

"puff"

"Puff..."

After one hundred and eight rosary beads flew to the opposite side, they exploded at the same time. In an instant, the powerful Buddhist mind power spread in all directions. Any evil ghosts who were stained with their bodies would slightly shake and then fell down shakingly.

Wang Jingzhe and Huang Jiulang breathed a sigh of relief. This big killing weapon was really awesome.

Master Jien sighed and said, "I came in a hurry and didn't know the situation here very well. Otherwise, if I could bring the remaining relics after my master passed away, I think it would be a different situation."

Huang Jiulang also nodded and said, "That's really a pity."

The evil ghost in the mine looked here coldly, and he snorted fearlessly. Master Jien raised his head in disbelief and said, "What is this?"

Huang Jiulang said with a wry smile: "Master, I want to know too, but I didn't find out any origin. I just initially estimated that the other party might have come out of the eighteenth level of hell, and maybe he has been suppressed in hell for many years, which is far beyond our imagination."

"Amitabha, if he can escape from difficulties, it will be a disaster for all living beings. Even if I give up my skin, I will definitely not let him get out of here," said Master Ji'en cautiously.

"Swish!" Suddenly, the other party raised his neck and let out a long roar. Wang Jingzhe and Huang Jiulang, who were already familiar with his style, shivered at the same time, wondering what was going to make a mess.

Because it's not a good thing for him to do this every time he has this movement.

"Tread, tram..." Another group of people rushed over outside the mine cave. After several hours, the disciples of Xuanmen finally arrived at the Kanzigou Coal Mine.

The people from Xuanmen were stunned when they saw the scene. There were corpses on the ground, blood was everywhere. There were a few people standing opposite him, and it was obvious that they were not easy to mess with. The nine monks were waiting for the battle.

Such an impactful scene looks like they are suddenly coming to the underworld and facing the end of the world.

"What's wrong with this?" someone in the Xuanmen asked in disbelief.

Huang Jiulang said: "It is unexplainable. As long as you remember, no matter what the price we pay, we will fight to the end. Otherwise, if these things run out, it will probably be a disaster for the creatures."

At this time, Maoshan, Longhu, Tianshi Sect and others were still on the way, and they would have to arrive later, at least, but Wang Jingzhe and Huang Jiulang had a question in their hearts, that is, can they last at that time?

The answer will be revealed in the next moment.

When the roar fell, a steady stream of evil ghosts emerged from the gap under the crowded pit inside. Soon the evil ghosts came out densely filled the entire aisle and mine cave. They could not see at all, and were covered in a large area of ​​blackness.

Everyone looked at this scene in shock, and tugged hard in their hearts a few times. Many people said intimately: "It's over?"

The evil ghost army rushed over one after another. They were like pious and fearless warriors. Whenever the one in front was slightly closer, they would explode without hesitation and rush to Wang Jingzhe and his defense with their huge evil aura.

The sutras of the Ksitigarbha school of the monks in Nanchan Temple could not have any effect at this time. They had no way to recite them, and they were interrupted as soon as they were heard.

In an instant, the Xuanmen disciples and several monks from Nanchan Temple who had just arrived were defeated and their formation was completely defeated.

Several corpses were quickly lying down on the ground, all of which were broken. In almost the blink of an eye, most of the reinforcements were destroyed, with heavy casualties in Xuanmen, and five of the nine monks in Nanchan Temple died.

Huang Jiulang moaned helplessly, and Master Jien sat cross-legged on the ground and clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha", then untied the robes on his body and spread them on the ground, and said slowly: "Two donors, I have been practicing Buddha for decades, and can claim to be profound in Buddhism. I have taken it as my mission to save all living beings throughout my life. I firmly believe that if I die, I can either achieve the physical body without rotten, or I can refine relics after passing away. Now I will sacrifice myself to the Western Paradise to see my Buddha. When the relics appear, I will ask the two donors to use this to fight against the enemy."

Huang Jiulang was stunned for a moment, and the remaining monks exclaimed "Master" at the same time, and Wang Jingzhe frowned and said, "Master, are you sure that you can subdue them with relics?"

Master Jien shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, but I have to try..."
Chapter completed!