"Wind chimes...be careful."
Ruo Qingyan stood beside the wind chimes, her brows furrowed.
But the next second, the wind chimes had disappeared, and upon closer inspection, a black feather landed in front of the veiled monk.
The veiled monk's eyes narrowed, and all the blue light emanating from his body rushed towards the black feather.
But endless sword intent had already erupted from those black feathers.
Feng Ling's figure also appeared in front of him, and the Demon-Suppressing Stele in her hand transformed into its original form.
Like a tomb crashing down from the sky, the enormous tomb, under the terrifying energy of the wind chimes, successfully tore through space.
It's as if it's going to bury the whole world!
It was obvious that Fengling had no intention of harming the Mist Monk; he wanted to simply imprison him inside the Demon-Suppressing Stele.
If Fengling isn't mistaken, the Demon-Suppressing Stele might really be a product of the divine realm... So dealing with a demon shouldn't be a problem, right?
When the veiled monk sensed that terrifying pressure, his emotionless, seemingly indifferent eyes finally showed a flicker of emotion.
He immediately raised his staff, and the demonic energy that enveloped the entire world surged upwards with the movement of the staff in his hand.
bite--
Crisp and melodious!
It's like he's been granted a golden body.
The veiled monk stood in the sky, holding up his scepter and supporting the enormous demon-suppressing stele, seemingly without any effort.
"This is an object belonging to the gods; it should be returned..."
Feng Ling's eyes narrowed, and she unfolded the Divine Blood Relic on the Demon-Suppressing Stele!
From the ruins of divine blood, a pair of enormous white bone palms emerged, their index fingers intertwined in a hammer-like shape. At the same time, Feng Ling, relying on her Nightwalking ability, instantly flashed to the Demon-Suppressing Stele and together they slammed their fists into it.
The veiled monk, still equipping himself, was struck hard and shot into the sea like a cannonball, creating a huge splash.
"I can't stand pretentious people the most!"
Two enormous skeletal hands gripped the sides of the massive demon-suppressing stele and slammed it down, causing the sea to churn violently!
Although this scene was crazy and extremely noisy, the damage was not high... But when everyone saw that the wind chime was actually overpowering the mist-faced monk, their morale was boosted.
Everyone cheered and encouraged the wind chimes.
Ruoting Han and the others had finished resting and rushed into the Black Sea with Yan Dingyun to retrieve their swords.
Seeing this, Fengling also dived into the sea to fight the Mist Monk to the death and find an opportunity to lock him in the Demon-Suppressing Stele.
Once the monk enters the Demon-Suppressing Stele, he's doomed...
But the next second, the veiled monk appeared in the sky, and Fengling and the others missed their target.
This is the concept of "I am the world," where the world is itself, and it can appear anywhere; its essence is the world...
An attack that cannot penetrate the world cannot harm him, and even if it can penetrate the world, it cannot cause fatal damage.
Fengling had experienced the feeling of demons and monsters before, so he knew it very well.
There are ways to defeat demons and monsters.
First, if both become demons and monsters and engage in a battle against the laws, whoever has a deeper understanding of the laws will win.
Secondly, take it to other worlds where the laws are entirely new, but of course, this is almost impossible.
Thirdly, like how Fengling tricked that demon before, she could merge with him and make an oath, but a demon like the Mist Monk would never make such a basic mistake.
It would be almost impossible for Fengling to become a demon or monster in this world. The laws of the world are not so easy to understand. Even if one law is understood, how many laws are there in this world?
If it weren't for divine intervention, Feng Ling would never have believed that this veiled monk could...
Fortunately, as long as Fengling and the others are on guard and guard against that so-called divine power, the Mist Monk will not be able to kill Ruotinghan and the others.
After all, when demonic energy confronts spiritual energy, spiritual energy still has the upper hand.
The war will inevitably devolve into a war of attrition, but for the human race, it is a war of attrition that they are destined to lose. The Mist Monk has virtually no cost to him, so if it is a war of attrition, he will surely win in the end.
These situations were anticipated during the previous meeting, but the problem is... the Mist Monk doesn't seem to have used his full strength yet.
He seemed to be waiting for something...
Ruo Qingyan prayed inwardly, hoping that a divine oracle would grant her a revelation sufficient to break the current stalemate...
She knew very well that dragging it out would only lead to a slow death!
Unfortunately, the divine revelation that had been guiding her never arrived.
The battle lasted for two whole days. Fengling and the others seemed tireless, pushing themselves to the limit with every attack.
They were searching for a way to defeat the Mist Monk, but it was as if they were two-dimensional beings who could never attack three-dimensional beings; they were on completely different levels.
Lei Jing was the first to give out...
His mechanical body was running out of energy and he urgently needed to go back to replenish it.
Yan Dingyun was covered in wounds, and Bai Qiling had lost count of how many times he had broken his arm. His fists were trembling, but he was still persevering.
Yan Dingyun noticed this and quickly said:
“Patriarch Bai, you and Lei Jing should go back and heal your hand injuries first. I will hold off here with Patriarch Ruo and Feng Ling. That veiled monk can’t do anything to us.”
Bai Qiling said coldly:
"No need, it's just a minor injury..."
But his voice was noticeably brighter than usual, which made Yan Dingyun look up at him, but she didn't think much of it and continued:
"I'm not just concerned about you, but I'm advising you for the sake of China's future!"
Bai Qiling frowned slightly, glanced at him, and snorted coldly. Lei Jing laughed:
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