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Volume 1 In the Human World Chapter 124 War

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    The cold wind blew and frost condensed.

    Wang Wu, who was dressed in black, trembled suddenly, and then fell to the ground like a broken statue, causing countless snowflakes to fly up.

    Behind him, Yang Fengnian gradually emerged.

    He turned his head, glanced at the lifeless corpses on the ground, and looked away indifferently.

    Then, he waved slowly.

    Bai Qi then saw a white light being drawn out from Wang Wu's body.

    It melted into Yang Fengnian's hand and disappeared.

    Since Gu is a subordinate of the Black Rakshasa, Bai Qi is naturally no stranger to such techniques that devour other people's souls.

    " However, it seems a bit strange for this kind of skill to appear in Yang Fengnian, a successor of awe-inspiring righteousness.

    ¡°It¡¯s shameful to waste, but glorious to save!¡±

    Seeing Bai Qi staring at Zi Si in astonishment, seemingly curious about what he had just done, Yang Fengnian smiled, spread his hands and shrugged.

    Bai Qi twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded blankly.

    Yang Fengnian smiled and waved casually.

    A strong wind blew out of his cuffs, instantly turning the corpse on the ground into powder and disappearing into the air.

    After doing all this, Yang Fengdong turned his head and looked in the direction of his small courtyard. After taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists and said, "Okay, let's go back!"

    Hearing this, Bai Qi nodded solemnly.

    Then, Yang Fengnian performed Xiaoshu and turned into a ray of green light, which shot out in the direction of his small courtyard.

    Behind him, Bai Qi and others disappeared without a trace like smoke in the wind.

    By the snowy lake where the cold wind was raging, ice chips and snowflakes were flying all over the sky, scraping the ground.  The terrifying sword marks that were several feet deep on the ground from the shocking fight were soon covered up and invisible.

    Over the square outside the Rakshasa Temple, clouds were rising and the sky was dark.

    The entire square was deathly quiet.

    "Only heavy snowflakes like goose feathers are falling slowly from the hazy sky.

    When it was about a foot away from the ground of the square, it completely melted and turned into a hazy mist.

    Like flowing clouds, it is covered in the huge circular square.

    On the other side of the white clouds, there was a dark army of demons in front of them.  Bai Susu, who was dressed in a white dress, looked like a fairy. She stood quietly in front of the carriage, looking at the woman in black alone on the palace steps beyond the white clouds, her eyes filled with solemnity.

    Behind Bai Susu, there were three commanders of the demon army and eighteen men in gray clothes wearing golden masks holding various magic weapons, standing quietly in place like stone sculptures.

    "Eighteen kinds of magic weapons are in their hands, shining with golden light, exuding a strong pure Yang atmosphere of Buddhism. (Just read the novel)

    There was a faint ripple in the black Rakshasa's beautiful eyes. After a faint glance, he withdrew his gaze from the eighteen people in gray robes.

    Quietly staring at Bai Susu on the other side of the white clouds, Black Rakshasa smiled faintly and said with a slight smile: "When did the Buddha Sect fall to such a low level that he would join forces with demons?"


    "At this moment" a loud Sanskrit sound fell from the sky, instantly covering the entire Valley of the Dead.

    The waves caused by the Sanskrit sound echoed in the valley with a unique rhythm.

    In an instant, the vitality in the valley was disrupted.

    Before, the invisible army of undead around the square revealed their true colors in the pure sound of Buddhist chanting.

    With the thunderous Sanskrit sounds echoing in the valley, a golden light fell from the sky.

    In the golden light, a monk in white clothes, holding a Zen staff, stepped on the golden lotus flower and slowly fell down.

    "The words of the donor are wrong. It is the responsibility of my Buddhist disciples to save all sentient beings!" After landing, the monk in white raised his head with a solemn look on his face, clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name, and said to the black Rakshasa: "All living beings  Equality, the people of the demon world are the same in the eyes of my Buddhist Dharma!"

    Seeing the white-robed monk appear, the black Rakshasa's beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed.

    A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stared at the monk in white and said: "Monk is so ridiculous. You just go to save all sentient beings. Why do you come to my Valley of the Dead?"

    The monk in white shook his head, but said: "To save all sentient beings, we must also pay attention to methods. The poor monk's personal ability is limited, but the poor monk wants to save more people. Therefore, the poor monk must use his strength."

    The Black Rakshasa narrowed his eyes and sneered: "So, you are the Cui Demon Lord?"

    The monk in white did not deny it. After a moment of silence, he solemnly said: "Only when the demon world is unified can?End the war.  Only then can all living beings be healthy.  "

    "Then why is it the Demon Lord?" Black Rakshasa felt funny and asked in disbelief.

    After the monk in white was silent for a moment, he said softly: "Because others don't have this ability!"

    After saying these words, the monk in white clasped his hands, raised his head and looked at the black Rakshasa on the other side of the white cloud, and exhorted: "So, the poor monk wants to persuade the female donor to surrender to the devil and help him unify the devil world!"

    Black Rakshasa sneered: "What if I refuse!"

    The monk in white sighed softly, shook his head and said: "If you don't listen to my Buddha's light, you will fall into the Avici Hell forever!"

    These words already had the threatening meaning of Nongnong, and after these words were spoken, the eighteen Arhats holding magic weapons behind the monk in white took a step forward.

    The slowly falling snowflakes suddenly stagnated.  In the deserted and solemn square, the black Rakshasa suddenly became tense upon hearing this. He smiled sarcastically, glanced at the monk in white with disdain, and said with a smile: "Monk, don't take yourself too seriously. Don't say it's you, the Tathagata is here.  , I am not afraid of him either. Your cultivation in the early stage of Nascent Soul, even if you hold a urinal that Tathagata does not want, is nothing but a joke in my eyes!"

    The white-robed monk¡¯s eyes suddenly condensed when he heard this.  But his face quickly returned to calm.

    After taking a deep breath, the monk in white raised his right hand with a pious expression.

    On the palm of your hand, a pure golden lotus bloomed slowly in the hazy golden light.

    "In this case, that poor monk will learn the methods of the Holy Lord of the Dead!"

    As the words fell, the golden lotus flower in the hands of the monk in white glowed with golden light.

    The dazzling golden light instantly enveloped the entire Valley of the Dead.

    In the golden light, mysterious runes and Buddhist mantras were flying densely in the air.

    The golden light filled with Buddhist mantras for subduing demons shrouded him instantly.

    The undead army that was the first among them, under the leadership of their respective commanders, counted the troops and roared together.

    With the sword and gun in his hand, he raised it with all his strength.

    With a bloody evil spirit, it condensed into a black dragon, rising from the sky, and welcoming the shrouded golden light without fear.

    The Black Rakshasa glanced at his army and the monk Fahai with a solemn look on his face.

    Then, she slowly raised her head and looked toward the west with watery eyes.

    The breeze swept past, and three thousand blue hairs brushed messily across the jade cheeks, and those eyes as bright as stars.

    When a blue-red light from the west cuts through the sky and shoots out.

    The Black Rakshasa raised his white jade green fingers and lazily lifted up a trace of messy hair in front of his forehead.

    He pursed his lips and smiled slightly.

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