Looking at the horrifying scene like a sea of ​​corpses outside the door, Wang Fugui's expression was still compassionate, his face with a little childishness became more and more sacred, and his whole body became more and more radiant.

However, with his current Jindan stage cultivation, no matter how strong his foundation is, he cannot save countless worlds who have been entangled in many lives.

The pure light was gradually buried by unwillingness to be buried. The half-breaking Rakshasa women were like chrysanthemums stuck in cicada shells. They could not turn into butterflies, and they could only die in the end.

The bone ghost who suddenly woke up in the pond had long been overwhelmed by the grudges of his lifetime and sank into the sea of ​​suffering again. Just as the tree demon grandma said, even in Lanruo Temple, Wang Fugui could not save it.

Not only can't save people, layers of grey, white, dark red, and miserable green intertwined resentment, the dead air is like the flesh and whiskers growing in the void. If you want to cling to Wang Fugui, you will pull him closer to the sea of ​​suffering.

Although the flesh beard in front was ignited by the flames around Wang Fugui, the almost endless flesh beard behind followed, gradually becoming strangely gray, dark red, and miserable green overlap to suppress the brilliant flames. The reincarnationists around Wang Fugui couldn't help but take a step back. These things were too weird.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Pang Lei said to Wang Fugui, "Senior Brother, we will stay with the green mountains and we will not have to worry about burning firewood. Why fight to the death with these ghosts? Going back and asking for a master is just a matter of thunder in the palm of your hand."

At the same time, he looked at Wang Jieyi, "Aren't the one over there going on helping? Now he has lost his lips and teeth, it's not the time to fight."

Although he didn't understand the argument between Wang Fugui and Wang Jieyi just now, he also knew that the handsome monk gray cloth should be as strong as his lucky senior brother, otherwise he would not have become the main task of another reincarnation samsara.

Li Yan and Yali looked at each other. At this time, it was reasonable and they should have persuaded Wang Jieyi to take action, but this matter did not seem to be as simple as it seemed.

The previous debate between the two is already similar to the dispute between ideas and the dispute between great ways.

Wang Jieyi will never give in easily, so the two of them are ready to continue to wait and see. After all, if this is still a newcomer mission, they did not hinder or deviate from the "plot". On the contrary, if Wang Jieyi is persuaded, they will truly let the "plot" enter the unknown.

As the fourth-level elite reincarnationist, Yunbao's thinking is not as clear as the two, but from the tasks he learned about the newcomers in the reincarnation place of the heavens, there was indeed a tutor who entered the plot, causing the plot to deviate and thus causing a great crisis.

But he dared to swear that he never forced the mentor and the newcomer to the point of thinking from the beginning. He had used an intermediate-level exploration scroll, but he got a lot of question marks. This shows that the situation in front of him is definitely not something they can interfere with. There are other variables in it. Rampant intervention will only cause bad things.

At this time, Xiao Zhu's eyes flashed, and a green lotus as jasper flew out from her sleeves. She knew the young master's character. Although she was usually kind, once she made up her mind, she would be determined that the immortals and Buddhas could not resist.

As for this green lotus, Xiao Zhu didn't care at the beginning, but after entering the practice, he realized how much cause and effect he had formed with Wang Jieyi at that time, so he would have a moment of hesitation in front of the client.

The green lotus rooted in the void, and a ray of clear light was like the bright moonlight. Countless resentment, the dead air disappeared, grayish white, dark red, and miserable green flesh was in the air. When it hit the clear light, it withered and declined, and even the sea of ​​corpses outside the door was strangled three feet in front of the door.

Grandma stood on the tide of countless dead bones, blood and flesh, looking down at the people in the temple from top to bottom. Seeing the green lotus floating in the air, his expression was shocked and greedy, "Innate spiritual roots!"

As a demon whose spiritual roots are transformed, he will never admit his mistake in the innate spiritual roots.

"God really helps me!" Grandma's hoarse voice was hard to tell the difference between yin and yang, and it echoed like a night owl in this foggy ghost forest.

Even he never thought that happiness would come so suddenly and obtain this innate spiritual root, it means that he has the opportunity to use this to return to his original origin and rebel against the innate.

Grandma thought for a moment and found several dry scarecrows from her colorful clothes like a snake. The dark yellow body of the straw man was condensed with an undried blood. A hairpin made of locust wood pierced several dry scarecrows from top to bottom like a sharp sword.

In the temple, the Rakshasa women who were originally frozen in the cicada shell let out a shrill cry. Their own clean spirit bodies gushed out countless bloody muds from the inside to the outside, like a trickle of boiling water. They were like people struggling in the mud, hoping ahead, but they were flooded with endless despair.

Grandma laughed wildly outside the temple and said, "Aren't you going to save them? Why don't you do it?"

Seeing this scene, Xiao Zhu immediately understood what grandma was thinking. Neither she nor Wang Fugui really grasped the green lotus in the air, otherwise this green lotus would not have only exerted its power.

Grandma wanted to use the Rakshasa girl to consume Wang Fugui's power and break through the barrier of Qinglian from the inside.

Sure enough, I saw the shrill Rakshasa girl. Wang Fugui spread her right hand and her index finger on her left hand. A pure ray of green lotus was divided into two, and one turned into a rope and threw it towards the Rakshasa girl in the mud. The other one still blocked the infiltration of the corpse and sea of ​​blood outside the door.

However, Qinglian's power was divided into two, and grandma, who was originally blocked three feet in front of the door, went further in an instant.

She knelt in front of Wang Fugui, a crystal spider silk poked out, wrapped around the flesh beard in the void, "Young Master, I have never disobeyed you, but I really can't save you this time. If we continue to take action, we will fall into it ourselves."

She really couldn't understand why the young master, who had always been alert in front of her, was so stubborn today. She turned her head and looked at Wang Jieyi, "I, Xiao Zhu, did something wrong in the past, but you, Wang Jieyi, are not a stalwart person. Why have you been so angry today that you have already destroyed your feelings?"

Wang Jieyi looked at the things in front of him and whispered, "I can't save people, I can only kill people, he won't let me kill them."

The black heavy sword behind him made a dull sound of sword sound, as if defending his master.

Hearing this, Xiao Zhu looked at his young master again. The spider silk in his hand had gradually dyed a little grayish white, dark red and miserable green. "Young Master, Xiao Zhu begs you today. Let's go quickly. It's too late."

Wang Fugui's expression was still compassionate, as if he was like a golden statue, and he had a faint overlap with the green lotus in the air, and was transcendent from the object.
Chapter completed!