The sword energy was like frost and it took a long time to dissipate.

The old Taoist opened his eyes and looked ahead.

Originally ready to die, he heard the noise and bustle around him freeze in an instant, the sky became clear, everything was quiet, and suddenly it seemed as if it had become the peaceful world. A trace of fear and terror flashed in the eyes of the ferocious demon in front of him, and then the wind blew, and the demon slowly collapsed and disappeared.

Silently.

What a magnificent scenery.

The area was thousands of miles vast, and all the demons were killed. When the wind blew, they dispersed like dust falling on the ground. At the same time, the Taoist magical powers that seemed to be unrivaled and towering also collapsed. The young Taoist's magic power collapsed and annihilated, and completely disappeared in the wind. The power borrowed from the living beings of heaven and earth and the gods of mountains and rivers returned.

The Xuantan, which was at the level of twenty-four Dharma drums, had gathered an untold amount of power from Zhongzhou, but it could only support a single sword strike.

But with just one sword, hundreds of millions of demons were killed.

The young Taoist slowly opened his eyes.

Wounds appeared on his body in an instant because of the backlash from forcibly controlling such a terrifying force. His mind was not lost in the power of the Law of Heaven and Earth, but the incomparably powerful Qi, which was not the Qi of the human body but the Qi of heaven and earth, was controlled by himself and would inevitably cause backlash.

Even if he himself is just the initiator of the altar.

After shaking hands, the circulation of the innate Qi in the body became a little jerky. The Taoist innate Qi already knew one's destiny. Qi Wuhuo's soul sensed that he only had about a hundred years left to live, and this time the reduction in lifespan could not be made up by elixirs. Carrying all living beings had consumed his lifespan.

It can no longer be compensated externally.

Most of the ways to make up for one's lifespan are to forcibly restore the body and soul to a youthful state, but now, as a Taoist with innate Qi, the upper limit of his lifespan has been directly reduced by three decades. This is the price of carrying the lives of ordinary people, which is also known as [Heavenly Injury]. The young Taoist lay back, looking at the sky, the wind blowing across his cheeks, and he just closed his eyes.

“It’s a big profit.”

…

In the void, all the demons were shattered, and a figure was forced out. He opened his mouth and coughed out a large mouthful of blood. His expression was confused and complicated. He said, "How is it possible? How is it possible to have such a magical power..."

He had thought that he had absolutely no safety issues.

He has great supernatural powers.

There is no such thing as an ontological prototype.

Abandoning his own physical body and a bit of spirituality, he only circulated and changed among the evil spirits. Among these tens of millions of monsters, as long as there is still one alive, he is alive. Even if he is surrounded and killed by the thunder method of the Arctic Exorcism Institute, he can still be revived from other bodies.

It is the so-called immortal primordial spirit, a bit of true spirit that lasts forever, cannot be destroyed or killed, and is a mysterious and true method that is extremely difficult to deal with.

He even hid many evil demons and never let them go into battle.

It's a way to leave a way out for yourself.

That's why he dared to challenge the Arctic Exorcism House so boldly.

But just now, it was just that sword.

Just one sword!

The body he prepared.

All, all, all were killed!

The soul is destroyed!

The man, who was shrouded in a thick evil miasma, had a hideous and distorted face, and covered his chest. Just now, he had to bear a sword attack with his body when it was absolutely unavoidable. The protective fairy armor was split open, and he was injured to some extent. With a hideous look on his face, he said, "This is... the method of the Xuantan. It gathers all the luck of the stars, the gods of the earth, the water officials, the human way, and all living beings, and then forges a sword."

"Whose way is he practicing?"

"Whose method are you practicing?"

"Why is it so complicated, why is it so pure!!!"

"Where did this crazy Taoist come from? Don't you want to die?! The world and all living things are heavy, how could a mere Taoist priest bear it?! It's so heavy, like a person carrying a thousand pounds. There must be a serious cause and effect, which will shorten your lifespan, reduce your blessings, and leave you without a burial place after death!"

With resentment in his heart, he was about to rush over and kill the exhausted young Taoist priest directly, but he suddenly felt a chill rising from his back, and his pupils suddenly contracted. Almost instinctively, he suddenly turned into thousands of bodies and dispersed. He barely avoided the blow. The heavy long sword had a blade more than a mile long, and it chopped down suddenly. The blade was wrapped in thunder, and a crack was split on one side of the mountain.

The figure revived.

However, Lord Lingmiao, who had taken off his heavy armor, gave up defense and pursued absolute killing.

The first strike missed, but he was not afraid. He just turned around and used the long-handled sword he had used to fight on the battlefield to chop him down again with the force of the first strike. The kind-looking Lord Lingmiao was furious and shouted:

"Die!!!"

"But it's just the true form, who wouldn't know it!"

The man seemed to know that he would have no chance of escaping this time, and as the evil miasma dissipated, his true form changed, transforming into a mountain that was slightly shorter than Lingmiaogong's original form, but also extremely large. This state put a lot of pressure on his soul, but the amount of Qi and the speed of mobilizing Qi were greatly increased.

It is an all-round improvement.

As the two gods and demons revealed their true forms, they fought each other. Suddenly, there was a fierce dragon roar, and thunder and fire rolled down from the sky.

It hit the man's back hard, and the huge amount of thunder and fire rolled and swirled, making his body stiff and causing him to stagger forward. He was directly hit by Ling Miaogong's sword, and his soul almost couldn't hold on.

The real dragon circled in the void, its golden eyes cold.

The Qi burned and turned into golden-red clouds, which vaguely showed the strength of a Dragon King.

Ao Liu used his own body to withstand the man's fatal killing power, with blood at the corner of his mouth and a resolute look in his eyes: "Lord Ling Miao, do it!" If a son is not well taught, it is the fault of his father. Even if there is someone behind this disaster, it is his duty and dereliction of duty is dereliction of duty. At this moment, he is fighting with his life risking his life.

Lord Ling Miao was not a rigid person, and his swordsmanship became more and more domineering.

The momentum was as if he would not let this man go even if it meant killing Ao Liu along with him.

In this battle, the earth gods also suffered heavy losses.

Lord Ling Miao was filled with grief when he saw the younger generations he once knew dying one by one before his eyes. He was already furious.

And on the battlefield of immortals and gods, people in the mortal world have completed their own battles.

They themselves truly protected their homes under the arrangements of gods and demons who were worthy of being called True Lords, and under the crazy demons, even though it cost them an extremely heavy price. Soldiers versus soldiers, generals versus generals, this was a disaster that was meant to destroy the entire Zhongzhou within half a day. It was a disaster that was definitely more tragic than the foundation of Zhongzhou according to divination.

But humans are not plants or trees, nor are they counting sticks.

It is people who are always more despicable than expected, but it is also people who exceed the upper limit of expectations in desperate situations.

A soldier was breathing heavily, holding a broken spear in both hands, his body trembling. He watched the demons dissipate. He couldn't believe it at first, but then he realized that he had survived. The feeling was like a dream, and he murmured, "I survived..."

"Hahaha, I survived, Li Laosan, I survived, did you know that?"

"Li Laosan, Li..."

He turned around and saw his comrades lying on the ground, looking at the sky with dim eyes.

No one answered him.

He looked around and saw his comrades who had suffered tragic casualties.

Opened his mouth.

Suddenly he burst into tears.

Obviously I am happy to have survived, but the sorrow is much greater.

In the City Lord's Mansion, the source of the disaster, the roaring demon made of flesh and blood with endless sad faces on the branches and leaves, also collapsed. However, the evil energy here was extremely strong. The demon was killed, but the evil energy still existed and was about to erupt again, looking for many humans to parasitize. But at this moment, the endless Buddha's light in front that had been balancing and counteracting this thing disappeared in an instant.

There was only a monk in gray standing there.

He clasped his hands together with a calm expression.

Don't resist.

So these evil spirits almost instinctively rushed into the monk's body. His face turned pale in an instant, his body trembled slightly, and big beads of sweat slid down his face. But he did not retreat or avoid, and just accepted these remaining evil spirits. His eyes were calm, and he felt the sadness and persistence of the sentient beings in the evil spirit, and he just said a word of mercy.

Immediately, Buddha's light began to flow.

The knot and wish seal are handed over.

The huge demon made of flesh and blood that swallowed up the entire City Lord's Mansion had countless branches and vines, on which were human faces, men, women, old and young, in pain and persistence. At this moment, all their evil thoughts were borne by the monks, and under the Buddha's light, the ferocity on the faces of those who were swallowed and killed by the demon in the first place disappeared, and their malicious madness had been taken away.

Free yourself from the bondage of this demon.

"Everyone, go ahead."

"If the Arctic Exorcist House comes, they won't care whether you are being coerced or not."

"We, we..."

"You are not demons. The people who are engulfed by evil spirits also have a chance to turn around."

The gray-robed monk clasped his hands together, his pale face showing a gentle expression, and said, "Everyone, please go."

The remaining evil thoughts of the demons were madly unwilling: "What are you doing?! What are you doing?! These people also killed people, they are accomplices, accomplices, what are you doing..."

The gray-robed monk replied: "When living beings kill in order to survive, it is not a sin, not a sin, and certainly not evil."

“It’s bitter.”

"It is evil that causes people to behave like this."

"Why don't you kill them! Why!"

He stepped forward, his eyes calm, turning the Buddhist beads, and the Buddha's light flowed under his feet. Even if he was obsessed with this evil, he would still answer:

"mercy."

“Why do you bear the evil spirit?!!”

"mercy."

If this evil energy dissipates, common people will certainly be corroded as well. This is also the last possibility for this demon to survive. The remaining consciousness of the latter is almost insane, and it is madly bewitching: "What about you? You are also a human being. You will also change drastically because of our energy. Hahahaha, then you will become like us..."

"If your strength falls to Shura, the weight of the killing will be lighter than not bearing the evil energy today and allowing me to revive!"

"What, you think you won't be infected?!"

The monk said calmly: "I will kill myself before I turn into a demon."

"you--"

“To see sentient beings suffer and do nothing is not compassion.”

"And you, who have committed many evil deeds and taken pleasure in killing people, need no further words from this humble monk, except one word."

The gray-robed monk took a step forward, raised his right hand, turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, and wrapped them around the tip of his fist.

Hold tight.

Eighteen Bodhi seeds, all emitting clear and flowing light.

Throw a punch.

The entanglement of Qi turned into the roar of a huge lion, the Buddha's light was clear, like a burning flame, the sound shook all directions, but it was bright and upright.

"die!!!"

I, the Buddha, also roar like a wrathful lion!

The Buddha's light surged, directly dispelling all the remaining demonic auras in the city lord's mansion, killing them without mercy! Finally, the Buddha beads fell down, and the remaining bewitching voice of the evil obsession was only a little bit left, murmuring: "You have mercy on all living beings, mercy on the innocent, and mercy on those who have fallen into the devil's way, what about you?"

The monk dropped his bodhi seed and replied calmly:

"I, a poor monk, do not need mercy."

The evil thoughts are speechless, collapsing and annihilating.

The monk carried this evil aura and walked away step by step, with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

I only recited the Diamond Sutra, imprisoned the evil miasma with my body, and dissolved it with Buddhist teachings, instead of just killing the demon with thunder and lightning in one breath. In that case, the souls of many innocent people devoured by him would also disappear into thin air. The monk had seen those people. They were very good people. It was sad that they were trapped here. They should not die.

You shouldn't die.

There are Mahayana and Hinayana in Buddhism. The world respects Mahayana, but I only respect Hinayana.

The Hinayana Buddhism saves oneself, and among them are ascetics, who are laughed at by the world for being foolish and dull.

But Buddhism says that everything in the world corresponds to each other, and the suffering and happiness of all people in the world added together are equal.

In this case, I will suffer more.

The world suffers less.

Do asceticism for the world.

The monk walked step by step, leaving bloody marks behind him. His body was in great pain, but his eyes were calm. He just said:

"mercy……"