Meng Wan sneered and attacked again.
The sword light was as fast as lightning, instantly turning into a blood-red afterimage, carrying a fierce murderous aura, and pierced Xuan Ji's face.
However, just when the tip of the sword was only three feet away from Xuan Ji's face, a sigh was heard.
At the same time, the blood-red sword suddenly stopped, as if it had hit an invisible wall and could no longer move forward.
Xuan Ji lowered his eyelids, quickly flipped the Buddhist beads in his hand, and began to recite scriptures.
After a while, the blood-red sword began to hum and tremble, and the blood-red light on the sword began to flicker, as if it would go out at any time.
Meng Wan frowned secretly. This monk from Xuanhu Temple was indeed weird!
The Buddhist teachings could actually restrain her evil powers!
She acted decisively, retracted the blood-red sword, and with a fingertip gesture, a silent and invisible illusion quietly spread out in all directions.
Xuan Ji was about to speak to persuade him, but suddenly he felt the scene in front of him change.
The once bustling market town disappeared, replaced by a magnificent palace.
There was singing and dancing in the hall, the sound of stringed instruments was endless, dancers in hazy clothes were dancing gracefully, and there were mountains of fine wine and delicacies.
A charming voice sounded in his ears, "Master, why bother with so much hardship? Wouldn't it be more joyful to indulge in the prosperity of this world?"
Xuan Ji frowned slightly, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures in his heart, not being tempted, and soon he was able to break through the illusion.
The scene before my eyes changed again, turning into a sea of blood and corpses, with wailing sounds shaking the earth.
A figure covered in blood appeared before him, crying out in sorrow, "Master, save me..."
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