As the black phoenix swooped down towards the crowd, the little kid released a net woven from thousands of golden lights, covering the black phoenix in the golden light net.
The black phoenix kept struggling, sometimes flying into the sky, sometimes swooping down, but the golden light was like flying a kite, rising and falling, following the changes in the black phoenix's body shape, always firmly imprisoning it.
The little kid clearly felt that it would be much more difficult to deal with this black phoenix. No wonder there were mythical beasts and magical beasts, and even mortals had to raise a few falcons for hunting. These animals were slightly inferior in intelligence, but their combat power was truly amazing.
The little kid was afraid that the black phoenix would break free and hurt someone, so he had to continue releasing merits to strengthen and encrypt the golden light net.
On the other side, the Venerables of the North and South wanted to lend a hand to Black Phoenix, but the Buddhist disciples hurriedly fought back.
After all, He Qing had rich practical experience, and he immediately observed the general situation. Without a moment's hesitation, after the Buddhist disciple took action to resist the Southern and Northern Venerables, he immediately waved his spear to help.
Just like the rain of arrows just now that could hurt the Northern and Southern Venerables, He Qing's spear danced and always stabbed them from time to time.
Fan Chuer was smart and started to wield the nine-section staff following suit.
Whenever they were injured, their demonic energy would be depleted. They would either have to endure the pain and let it leak out, or use more demonic energy to recover.
Sun Yanan, who had retreated to a long distance, saw the black phoenix struggling constantly, while Guigu's uncle was still holding Madam Handan's body and was immersed in his grief.
We have to help that little kid.
More than fifty of He Qing's personal soldiers were participating in cleaning up the battlefield, dealing with prisoners, confiscating weapons, and transferring and treating the wounded.
But once He Qing started wielding his weapons, the fifty-plus people immediately put down what they were doing and quickly surrounded He Qing.
When He Qing saw them coming, he pointed at the Black Phoenix on the little kid's side, and the fifty or so people drew their bows and shot arrows.
The Black Phoenix couldn't break free and was shot continuously by the rain of arrows from the fifty-plus people. At first, it struggled in pain, and later it became furious and tried to fight back against the fifty-plus people, but it was always firmly locked in the little kid's golden net of merit.
After the Black Phoenix suffered a loss, it turned and flew towards the sky. When it found that it flew high and far and did not show the possibility of attacking, the little baby would loosen the rope of merit in its hand and let it fly high, but would not release it.
Shi Canglan asked Sun Yannan, "Mother, do you want to help that young master?"
Sun Yannan nodded, and then he heard his daughter say, "Master has taught me a lot. I'm not very good at playing the flute yet, but I can give it a try."
Shi Canglan took out a flute from his arms and began to play it. To be honest, Sun Yanan never thought that his daughter would be able to play such beautiful music one day... if she hadn't heard her uncle play it first.
My daughter's flute sounded melodious and beautiful, but it did not attract any birds for a long time. Instead, many butterflies flew over.
Shi Canglan was quite embarrassed, but Sun Yanan couldn't help but hugged his daughter tightly and kissed her.
The daughter's flute sound did not attract birds, but it seemed to wake up her uncle-master.
Her master finally looked up at them and saw the two battles in the sky and on the ground.
The great-grandmaster held Madam Handan in his arms and began to play the flute. The sorrowful sound made Sun Yanan's heart shrink into a ball. Birds flew over from all directions, following the black phoenix's high and low flight, constantly attacking it, as if to avenge the dead birds.
Seeing that Black Phoenix was unable to win for the time being, the Northern Venerable sent a message to the Southern Venerable, "Let's stop fighting. We're stuck again. Let's go back.
This little kid is too powerful. Even if the Black Phoenix shows up, we won’t be able to defeat him in a short time. If we continue, it will be a fight of life and death.
But who knows whether they will use up all their merits and cultivation first, or we will use up all our demonic energy and magic power first?
We have already lost many demon soldiers. If there are even greater losses, it will be difficult to explain to the Demon King."
Reverend Nan angrily said: "What greater loss could there be? What greater loss could we have?
Let’s fight till the end!”
Reverend Bei said, "What I mean is that if one of us dies here, the other will be scolded when he returns!"
After hearing this, Venerable Nan was somewhat discouraged: "When the resentment and demonic energy in the human world are insufficient, it is really not a good time to start a war."
Reverend Bei said, "Otherwise, in the human world, there is also the saying of favorable timing, favorable location, and favorable people. Let's go!"
Reverend Nan said, "I'm unwilling to leave like this, in such disgrace. I must bring back one of this human general and the Black Phoenix."
The Northern Reverend said, "This human general is protected by this little kid. If you want to take one away, you'll have to fight. My body is almost pierced like a sieve. You're so stubborn! If you don't leave now, I'll leave!"
The two venerables from the north and south disappeared in an instant, and the gate to the demon clan closed.
The little kid could hardly hold on any longer. It wasn't because his merits were running out, but as a little kid, his physical strength had been depleted to the point where his hands and feet were weak and he felt like he was about to fall off his horse.
When the Buddhist disciple saw the two venerables retreat, he immediately turned around to help the little kid. Once the demon clan's gate was closed, the Black Phoenix was a little dumbfounded. Couldn't it go back again?
The Buddhist disciple helped the little kid collect the net, and the black phoenix was suppressed little by little in the low altitude. There were many birds that could not fly that high, and once the black phoenix was forced to lower its altitude, it was simply attacked by a group of birds.
Black Phoenix was surrounded and beaten, and he was so angry: A tiger in the plain is bullied by dogs, and I, a phoenix, am being pecked by these weaklings.
The little kid said to his uncle Guigu, "Please let these birds go!"
After hearing what he said, the tone of the master's flute changed, and the birds stopped attacking the black phoenix. They flew around the master's flute twice reluctantly and then gradually dispersed.
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