There was a dead silence around. Except for the little girl standing still, the three of them seemed to feel no other living things.

The mist was surging, and countless evil filth that was invisible to the naked eye were looking around in the dark, looking forward to the moment when the fangs were pierced into the living person's body.

Tao Mengchu swallowed and whispered to Gu Yaopan: "What should I do now?"

Gu Yaopan looked at the little girl and suddenly stood up, blocking Tao Mengchu and Shi Dejing, who was half lying on the ground.

"Little girl! Which one are you a demon clan?" A cold female voice sounded in the fog. Gu Yaopan's face remained unmoved, but in his heart he felt a bit of incense for the little girl.

Tao Mengchu looked at Gu Yaopan and did not speak. A hint of anger appeared on Shi Dejing's tired face, who was leaning against him: This woman has always helped the demon clan!

Hearing Gu Yaopan's words, the girl's head tilted and lowered slightly. The black and unknown thing in her arms seemed to move, but she didn't speak.

"This monster set up a fog array here, and I don't know how many people I have harmed. My nephew Hengfa was killed by her! Gu Yaopan! Do you still want to protect her?"

Shi Dejing's red eyes were full of anger, and finally couldn't help but speak. Seeing that the juniors of the master died tragically, he could not be magnanimous no matter what, let alone this was a monster!

Gu Yaopan turned his head and looked at Shi Dejing coldly. Although she could save him, she also adhered to the principle of being a creature at all. But she never thought that the human race was more noble than anyone else. Shi Dejing's targeting the demon race was just a vain to make her hate it again.

"Little girl! If you don't speak, I won't show mercy." Gu Yaopan's cold voice brought a temptation to her.

Judging from the appearance of this little girl, even the demon clan is probably just a cub in one clan. If this is true, if something happens this time, there will be a big monster behind it. Although Gu Yao is not afraid, he is unwilling to easily set up an enemy when the situation is not clear.

After Gu Yaopan finished speaking, her eyes kept staring at the little girl, pressed her right hand against her waist and stepped forward slowly. If the other party had any abnormal movement, she was sure to stop the other party with one move.

The little girl seemed a little hesitant and lowered her head again. The next moment, as if she had received some instructions, she suddenly raised her left hand as soon as Gu Yaopan landed on the ground, waved her gently in the direction, and turned around and fainted into the fog.

"Hey! Little girl!" Tao Mengchu couldn't help but scream in a hurry when she saw the little girl disappear.

"you......"

Shi Dejing looked at Gu Yaopan slowly put down his hand pressing his waist, so angry that she couldn't even speak. A great opportunity to seize the other party was let go of lightly, which made his resentment towards Gu Yaopan reach its peak.

"Ommani Mama coaxes...Chituo you...Agala... Honey pillar...Panka Talaya...More

Just as Shi Dejing glared at Gu Yaopan, intending to seek justice for his juniors in his master regardless of his overdrawn physical strength, waves of Buddhist singing came from the distant sky, accompanied by this series of Buddhist singing, and there were also huge Buddhist spiritual power.

The heavy fog that enveloped the three people was squirting like boiling oil dripping in cold water under waves of thought force, and then like a giant snake being attacked, surging wildly. The fog flow that was higher and higher than the waves rushed towards the direction of Fansang as desperately, and violent cyclones were brought around Gu Yaopan and the other two.

"Little girl! Run fast!" Gu Yaopan looked in the direction where the little girl disappeared, and couldn't help but squint the corner of her mouth, bringing a faint smile.

"Let's go! Someone from your master's sect is here, so I'll send you out first."

Gu Yaopan turned around and looked at Shi Dejing who was half leaning against Tao Mengchu. He seemed to have no concern at all about his previous rude words.

Tao Mengchu supported Shi Dejing's body with both arms and force. Shi Dejing, who heard the Sang Singing of Sanskrit, was obviously completely relieved at this time. His face was filled with excitement and chanting in a low voice.

The Buddhists must not be one or two people who were dispatched this time. You can only hear the profound Buddhist psychic power in the Buddhist singing and the interspersed "Six-Syllable Mantra" and "Five-Stand Buddha Mantra".

The three of them walked forward in the direction of the surging fog. From time to time, thick fog tried to pass through the three of them, but they were all blocked by the five-color demon power supported by Gu Yaopan, and they had to bypass the three of them and continue rushing forward.

The further forward the three of them could feel the intensity of the battle. Waves of thick fog fell into battle when they touched a certain point in front of them. They melted all over the ground as if they had encountered the snow and ice of sunshine, and were instantly steamed by a golden Buddhist Buddhist sound. The outline of the entire village began to slowly appear.

When the three of them began to light up, Shi Dejing realized that he had finally walked out of the boundless darkness that had been trapping him for the past few days.

Gu Yaopan made a gesture to Tao Mengchu, and the latter immediately sent Shi Dejing to the hand of the gray-clothed monk standing in front of the three of them. Then he stood up with one palm and raved at the other party.

"Maoshan Tao Mengchu, I have met the master!"

"Zen Sufan, thank you two fellow Taoists for helping the young disciple!"

The first monk in gray had turned white with his long eyebrows, but his face was as rosy and delicate as a baby, and his eyes were calm and gentle. After the disciples who were accompanying him took over Shi Dejing, he thanked them and said thanks to them. When he looked at Gu Yaopan, the smile on his face was still the same, but he did not look as jealous of Shi Dejing.

"Master! He is always a good way..."

Shi Dejing looked at Su Fan's calm look and felt as if she had found an adult's child. She couldn't help but feel sad and aggrieved, and her eyes were red.

"I know everything, you can rest first." Su Fan looked at his beloved disciple and sighed slightly in his heart.

I originally thought that this incident was just a small matter, so I asked Shi Dejing to take his two junior nephews down the mountain to deal with it, and he had the intention to let him experience it. Unexpectedly, such a difficult change would happen. Hengfa and Hengchang actually died. Zen Buddhism not only lost two extremely talented disciples, but Shi Dejing was also very likely to leave his inner demons because of guilt, which was really a huge loss.

"Where is Hengchang? Why haven't he come out yet? Hengfa and I were separated from him. Now that the thick fog has dispersed, it's time for him to come out!"

Shi Dejing looked at his fellow disciples standing in a row, but did not see Hengchang entering the village with him. He couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition in his heart. His face, which was already a little pale because of his physical overdrawn, became more and more pale at this time.

"Hengchang has already left the village before you, but he has already died."

Su Fan looked at Shi Dejing's appearance, and although he couldn't bear to be disappointed, he still had to answer.

"Dead...dead?"

Shi Dejing looked at Su Fan blankly, as if she had never seen her master before, muttering and her face became paler and paler.

The last straw finally came down.

"puff......"
Chapter completed!