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Nun Huixin gave birth to Second Last, and six balls of fox fire danced around her. The fox fire was bright on the outside and dark on the inside, like floating fireflies.

From time to time, monks and martial artists would rush over, but before they could rush over, a ball of fox fire would fly out and attack these birds that stood out.

The monks and martial artists did not dare to block the fox fire. They all desperately used their movement techniques to escape, but the fox fire followed closely behind. It would only extinguish after they were far away.

If the monk or martial artist’s movement technique was not good, they could only take the fox fire head-on.

However, the fox fire was very strong. Once it was hit, most of them would bleed from their seven orifices and their meridians would be broken. If they could block the attack, they would be invaded by the demonic qi inside the fox fire and become delirious. Unless they held a demon-subduing wooden pestle to absorb the demonic qi, they would not be able to block a ball of fox fire.

Huixin was expressionless, but her movement speed was extremely fast. In a short distance, she seemed to disappear and appear in a flash, then disappear and reappear again. Meanwhile, balls of fox fire appeared around her and flew towards the approaching enemies.

The lost fox fire can soon be reborn again,

She had suppressed a large group of people with the strength of a fox. Anyone who relied on the former would either die or be injured.

Behind her, a bald, burly man who was more than two meters tall was clutching his chest. Blood was flowing out from his fingertips.

This burly man was Wang Shanjun. He sat on a rock and looked into the distance with a fierce gaze.

The rest of the fox spirits and tiger demons were engaged in a fierce battle with the monks and warriors.

The fog in the world dispersed.

On the battlefield where the fox and tiger demons fought against the monks and martial artists, corpses were everywhere.

The Monk of Light had already recognized that these two were the leaders of the Fox and Tiger Clans. So, he had to capture the leader first. As long as he killed these two, the evil demons would all receive the punishment they deserved.

The old monk in the lead had a benevolent expression on his face, and a giant red-striped tiger that was twenty feet long had actually become his mount. This was Chi Shanjun.

Behind the old monk, the yellow-robed monks held wooden pestles and moved with the old monk.

There were more than a thousand monks and nearly a hundred wooden pestles.

These wooden pestles had already absorbed enough demonic qi. If they were released at the same time, the Buddha flames created would be extremely terrifying.

However, when he felt the quiet killing intent that emerged from the bottom of his heart, the old monk stopped and turned his head to look into the distance. On the mountain path where the fog had just dispersed, a young man wrapped in a dark gold cloak was walking over.

Every step he took felt like he was stepping on everyone’s heart, making their hearts beat faster or slower with his pace.

As he got closer, his killing intent became more and more fierce.

The old monk riding on the tiger could not understand. Although killing intent could be felt, it was the first time he had seen such a strong and real sensation. And this sensation actually contained a strong Zen intent, which made him even more curious.

Thus, he stopped moving forward, put his palms together, and asked coldly,

“”This poor monk Ku Wen, may I ask why you are helping the demon?”

The two of them were very far apart, but this voice easily crossed space and spread out, reaching Xia Jit s ears.

Xia Ji’s voice was equally calm. “”What’s under your seat?”

“If you receive my enlightenment, you will no longer be a demon,” replied the old monk riding the tiger.

Xia Jiran pointed at the giant red-striped tiger under the old monk and said coldly, “”He hates people and kills everywhere. He raises evil spirits and attracts people, then turns into evil spirits.He returned to the tiger clan, but was disloyal to his clansmen and brothers. Not only did he not help at the critical moment, but he even heavily injured his own brothers from behind and led outsiders to exterminate the clan. What kind of transformation did you order?”

Then, he pointed at the bald man sitting on the huge rock. ” He is the tiger tribe’s Wang Shanjun. He usually disguises himself as a mountain god and brings blessings to the people around him. He repairs bridges, kills bandits, and takes care of all the family matters. He may not be able to fulfill his requests, but he will do his best to do them. What demon did you kill? ”

The old monk shook his head and looked disappointed.

Sigh.

This fellow daoist doesn’t seem to understand that only those who are enlightened by the Great Light Temple are good. Otherwise, they are evil.

Don’t tell me that you think that the Great Light Temple is unfair?

Just as he was thinking about what to say, someone recognized Xia Ji and shouted, He is the Seventh Prince of Great Shang, the Divine Martial Prince, Xia Ji!!

The tiger-riding old monk revealed a look of understanding. He had understood everything. He shook his head and said, “”The prince of Great Shang actually colluded with the Monster Race. I’m just sorry. I heard that you’ve inherited the ancient heritage of Mount Meru’s Thunder Temple, but you didn’t carry it forward. Instead, you’re shielding the demons. Isn’t Your Highness afraid that you’ll go to hell after death and not be able to become a human again because you don’t have enough blessings in your next life?

What a disgrace to Buddhism!

Your Highness, if you surrender, I can take you back to the mountain to become a monk and recite Buddha day and night to eliminate your sins.”

After saying this, the old monk smiled at the prince. Although the prince was powerful, in the era of ritual implements, he had many demon-subduing wooden pestles that had absorbed demonic qi. Even a Legend could not deal with the power of these wooden pestles. Even if he had the ritual implements of the Ancient Thunderclap Temple, he should not be able to block them.

However, he had heard many legends about the prince. He clapped his hands and the monks behind him quickly dispersed. Even if the prince successfully used the giant golden Buddha’s hand artifact, he would not be able to attack many people.

“Your Highness, be careful!”

When Huixin saw who it was, she hurriedly reminded him.

The little vixens and tiger demons all looked at the person who had come. It was the first time many of the vixens had seen this mysterious and powerful prince.

Xia Ji waved his hand and took out the prayer beads.

Beads, 1008, symbolizing many Dharma Realms.

The old monk riding on the tiger was very proactive. He had been watching Xia

Ji the whole time, and when he saw Xia Ji take out his magic tool, he roared, ‘”‘ Evil Devil, go to hell!! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow-robed Light Monk behind him immediately chanted and pushed out the demon-subduing wooden pestle in his hand.

Sounds of air being torn apart rang out.

Little sparks flew out,

As it rolled, the wooden pestle was already covered by the blazing golden Buddhist fire and disappeared. What filled the sky was the scorching sun of the next day.

The scorching suns touched, connected, and fused in the air.

The tiger demons and fox spirits raised their heads and saw the golden river that filled the sky pressing down from the sky.

The weaker little demons could not look at the light directly, let alone react. Just like prisoners who had been imprisoned in the dark for more than ten years, when they suddenly saw the scorching sun in front of them, the little demons only felt that their vision had turned black, and blood had already flowed down from the corners of their eyes.

In the river where the golden Buddha fire gathered, faint Sanskrit sounds echoed. It was like the fear of heaven’s might as it descended from the sky where the morning light had just risen.

This was the Buddha Fire that had destroyed half of the Fox Tiger Race twenty years ago. As long as it was stained with a trace of demonic qi, it would be the Undying Demon Fire.

Now that they were back, the demons only had fear in their eyes.

In the distance, the tiger-riding monk put his palms together and closed his eyes to mercifully recite the incantation of rebirth.

Since he was about to die, then he would be cleansed of his sins. Once he was cleansed of his sins, he would no longer be a monster. As a monk, he naturally needed to be merciful.

Huixin’s speed was extremely fast. When she saw hundreds of demon-subduing wooden pestles soaring into the sky, she had already turned into an afterimage. She grabbed Wang Shanjun behind her with her left hand and moved back continuously at a flickering speed. However, this movement was still unable to escape the suppression range of the brilliant golden Buddhist fire river.

She suddenly remembered that ever since the young prince came, the ” general ” here was no longer her. However, with such a terrifying power, other than hiding and fleeing, how could she deal with it?

At this moment of life and death, she curiously turned her face to look at the Buddha-like prince.

Xia Ji raised his hand.

The prayer beads disappeared.

He was holding a golden mountain in his hand.

Five Elements Buddha Mountain.

The top of the mountain was at the bottom, and the bottom of the mountain was facing up, spanning nearly a thousand feet.

The mountain faces the river.

The mountain was below, and the river was above.

Heaven and earth were overturned.

The mountains and rivers shook!