"Hey hey hey..."

The shrill laughter was still echoing around, and Su Jihe struggled to hold on. The survivors in the temple, about a hundred people, all gathered in the main hall.

This is just an ordinary temple, not large in scale. More than a hundred people squeezed into the main hall, which suddenly seemed very crowded.

Everyone knelt under the statue and prayed devoutly. But the aura on the statue never lit up again, as if they had been abandoned by the gods.

Those bursts of shrill laughter, with their evil power, constantly attacked Su Jihe's defense. He didn't know how long he could hold on. All he could do was try his best.

When the shrill laughter appeared, and when he found that the aura of the statue disappeared, he immediately sent a message for help to all nearby temples.

There is a communication system between the temples, which is supported by gifts from the gods. Around their "Sasu Temple", there are two ordinary temples of the same level as theirs, "Manson Temple" and "Ti

"Ge Temple" and an intermediate temple "Ahelu Temple".

But until now, he has not received any response from the temple.

He was very sure that his distress message had been sent because the contact method was running normally. However, the other party did not respond. He had a bad premonition in his heart and did not dare to confirm it or even think about it.

In the current situation, it is most likely that other surrounding temples have been attacked by evil spirits at the same time.

There are always evil spirits in the four realms.

Even evil gods.

For example, Leed's god-given weapon fell down the level because he killed an evil god.

In fact, the biggest problem in many divine realms in this era is not whether they are pious or not, but that they are filled with all kinds of evil gods and evil spirits.

However, these insidious existences in the darkness rarely attack the temple actively, and most of them hide in the dark and develop silently.

"Sir, look quickly!" A monk suddenly pointed outside the main entrance of the hall and shouted.

Su Jihe and Led looked outside together. The main door was open, and there was a sacred road outside.

In the past, their sacrifices were all led by Su Jihe, who walked step by step through this sacred path, and then devoutly prostrated at the feet of my god.

Now, they saw a huge gray-black shadow, with bloody stumps, bright red-skinned lizards, swarms of poisonous insects, and strange beast eyes... appearing and disappearing in it.

It walked along the Shinto step by step, leaving a deep mark under its feet that seemed to be corroded by acid.

Su Jihe couldn't help but frown. He had never seen this kind of evil spirit before. He knew all the evil spirits in his temple area very well, and there was definitely no one like this.

He waved the warriors who were preparing to fight to retreat. Without their god-given weapons, their strength was greatly reduced. If they went out, they would die.

Then, he gently pressed down on Leed to struggle, and then he came forward.

The monk's robes on Su Jihe's body were fluttering, making him look quite tragic and heroic.

He stopped at the gate alone, looked at the evil spirit and shouted: "Obstacle, you will never find your way back before you get lost!"

"Hehehehe!" The evil spirit just sneered, and Su Jihe immediately felt that the needle-like attack suddenly strengthened several times, and his power to protect the entire hall was rapidly weakened!

The evil spirit stretched out an arm made of countless white bones, rotten flesh and maggots from the gray-black mist. It aimed at Su Jihe from a distance, and an obscure and dry sound sounded, which seemed to be some kind of terrible curse.

!

Su Jihe suddenly felt dizzy and his physical condition was extremely poor, as if he was suffering from some kind of terrible plague.

He stood firm because he knew that he was the only fighting force in the Sasu Temple. Once he fell, the entire temple would be slaughtered by this evil spirit, and the statue of my god would also be destroyed.

The other party blasphemed.

But the evil spirit was too powerful. It floated closer step by step. When it reached the door, it suddenly transformed into a grimace dripping with black blood from the black-gray mist. It grinned at Su Jihe and said slowly:

An ancient mantra was recited.

Su Jihe found that his body was drying up quickly, just like a tree that had been dry for thousands of years.

He couldn't even move his eyes, because if he moved, they would shatter.

The evil spirit nodded with satisfaction and was ready to pass Su Jihe and enter the temple.

…

When the old chief saw the temple from mid-air, his mouth opened in shock. In his impression, the magnificent temple was now shrouded in a thick gray-black mist.

In this mist, tortured faces of pain emerged one after another, and shrill screams of souls rang out.

He had been to the temple several times, always praying for blessings from the gods. Although he rarely received a response from the gods, his impression was that the temple was a place where the warmth and power of the gods rippled.

It is by no means the miserable, purgatory-like situation it is now.

"Evil spirit, this is a real evil spirit!" the old chief stammered: "A powerful evil spirit has attacked the temple!"

Song Zheng also saw this scene in the base camp. He was surprised: it seems that evil spirits did exist in that era, and the evil spirits were very rampant and dared to directly besiege the temple.

But he soon figured it out: it seemed that this was his fault, because he had disabled the temple's main power, the monks, so the evil spirits dared to take advantage of it.

He realized this was an opportunity and immediately issued an order: save the temple.

The puppet received the order, and as soon as the inspiration came out, it rushed straight towards the thick fog outside the temple!

"Ah -" the old chief fell from the sky and screamed in shock. The puppet was completely unaware, but Song Zheng remembered it and hurriedly passed an order. At the same time, he was very nervous and didn't know whether

It's too late...

When the old chief saw the ground approaching him quickly, he closed his eyes in despair.

But suddenly a force gently stopped him, and then he gently put him down. He was in shock. He looked at the clan god who immediately rushed to the temple after putting him down. He couldn't help but began to doubt: the clan god might not be an evil spirit.

But the wisdom seems to be about the same as that of the eight-toothed pig king...

Su Jihe stood at the door of the hall, watching the evil spirit walking towards him, and heard him happily talking to himself: "If you swallow this statue, you can be promoted to the evil god, hehehe..."

The voices of evil spirits are like hundreds or thousands of people talking at the same time, men, women, children and old, and even the voices of wild beasts, which sound like a feeling of boredom and pain deep in people's hearts.

The evil spirit came to Su Jihe, and according to his estimation, Su Jihe would disperse like a piece of sand.

But suddenly he stopped, then realized something and looked back.

In the thick thick fog, countless tiny light spots suddenly flew in. The thick fog seemed to be alive, trying hard to slow down these light spots, but the effect was very insignificant.

The evil spirit was stunned for a moment, and those light spots roared in front of him and stabbed into his body.

It was a flying sword as small as countless embroidery needles, but it possessed incredible power. The evil spirit had already caused huge damage. With a roar, many broken limbs fell out from the gray-black figure.

But those flying swords, which were like tiny starlights, were trapped in his body with strange power. Only the first impact caused damage to him, and then they were unable to do anything.

He was very angry, and as soon as he opened his mouth, countless voices roared together: "Who is it!"

Su Jihe was also surprised. Who is it? Could it be that the support from the surrounding temples finally arrived? But looking at this method, it does not look like the power of the temple.

The doll walked out of the thick fog. As it walked, its eyes kept scanning the surrounding environment. For ordinary monks, the evil spirit was very strange and it was difficult to figure out its details.

But the puppet has studied him thoroughly.

The power of evil spirits is mainly the soul power of resentment and hatred. Because there is a special substance in this world that can convert between power and matter at any time, this kind of evil spirits are formed.

The evil spirit thought he had controlled the torrent of flying swords, and trapped all the flying swords in his body, but he didn't know that the puppet had already found a way to deal with him.

He had just roared, but before he had time to truly "get angry" and let him experience the horror of evil spirits, the puppet had already activated the sword box and changed the way the power of those flying swords was exerted.

All the flying swords began to tremble slightly.

This vibration was constantly adjusted, and finally found a suitable frequency. Xie Lin's face suddenly changed, and countless starlight flying swords rushed out of his body with vibration...

Wow——

The evil spirit's body was directly cut into countless pieces, and the flying sword still maintained the vibration that could cut the evil spirit. At the same time, it continued to shuttle, continuing to cut the evil spirit's broken body.

The puppet's judgment was correct. The evil spirit would not be defeated so easily. Countless fragments roared together: "You will regret it!"

Su Jihe stood there, feeling deep guilt in his heart.

Sure enough, as Led said, under the protection of my God's light, we had smooth sailing for a long time, and a kind of arrogance was born.

This person indeed has no ill intentions towards our god, and came to the rescue at the critical moment. In the oracle, our god hinted at handling with caution, and there is indeed a reason.

At the same time, he was also very worried. He knew that the more powerful the evil spirits were, the more difficult they were to defeat. Even if they were defeated, they could not be killed. Even if they were killed, they might still be resurrected.

The evil spirit in front of him dared to attack the temple. It was obvious how powerful he was, and he was very worried about whether the puppet could succeed.

If it fails, then you have implicated it. You have made a serious mistake and it is not a pity to die. But if you implicat this person again, it will really be irreparable.

After the puppet accumulated enough experience and confirmed some data, it slowly opened its mouth and let out a strange cry.

Then in the vibration of this cry, all the evil spirit fragments exploded into pieces with a snap, and then were completely annihilated.
Chapter completed!