"Nawu Nawu..."

"Namo Amitabha..."

"Namo Amitabha..."

The void was filled with strange Sanskrit sounds, as if thousands of monks were singing loudly and reciting strange scriptures.

The wind and clouds in the sky and the earth changed color, and the strong wind blew back.

The surroundings were already filled with mist, and it was so dark that it was impossible to see the road. Now it was even darker than ink, and it was hard to see even one's fingers.

The bearded man yelled, completely drowned in the strong wind, and no one responded.

Wipe your parallel fingers across your eyes, and a clear light suddenly appears in your eyes.

He was in the air, looking down, and the rich black like ink could not block his sight, and all the things below came into his eyes.

Several figures were scurrying around on the ground like headless flies.

"Master Yan! Where are you?"

"The situation has changed and strong winds have blocked the road. What should we do?"

Panic shouts sounded from time to time.

"Why!"

The bearded man gritted his teeth, twisted his body, retreated instead of advancing, and flew towards a dark mountain behind.

"The demonic energy is soaring into the sky, and the sun and moon have no light!"

"Be careful not to run around! Listen to my voice and move forward!"

While in the air, the bearded man made a sound like thunder, rolling in all directions.

Those figures who looked like headless flies suddenly became happy, turned around and ran towards the direction of the sound.

"father!"

"Moon Pond!"

The two figures suddenly fell to the ground and rolled several times.

"The Sanskrit for Life!"

In the darkness, a young Taoist priest flew through the fog and landed next to the two people who fell to the ground.

"They are too weak to resist, so you two keep running! Find Master Yan, stay calm, and don't be fooled by the demon monk! I will use my skills to gather my soul for them!"

The young Taoist priest helped the two people up, and the seals on his hands changed, and the clear light surged. He divided his hands into two sword fingers, touched their vests, and introduced the clear light into their bodies.

The other two had difficulty seeing in the darkness, so they had no choice but to do what they were told to do just to add to the chaos.

"Monster! Chanting sutras? I can do it too!"

"Isn't it just a competition of voices? His grandma's! I will fight with you to see who has the loudest voice!"

The bearded man above saw this and cursed loudly. He immediately bit off two fingers, used the blood as ink, and drew a Tai Chi diagram on the other hand.

"Heaven and Earth are infinite!"

"Qiankun borrows the law!"

The hands were intertwined and waved out again and again.

Balls of bloody Tai Chi diagrams kept flying out, as fast as a shower, and hit the mountainside one after another.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"...!"

Loud noises kept ringing.

The mountains shook, the earth shook, and the dust rose to the sky.

For a moment, there was a sudden roar.

A huge mountain was actually penetrated by those clusters of Tai Chi diagrams.

In the large mountain, a hollow appeared across the mountainside, and strong winds poured in, roaring continuously.

The bearded man flew to the other side of the mountainside and stood in front of a hollow that was almost as tall as a man.

His hands transformed into a dharma seal, and he chanted the dharma incantation: "Heaven and earth are infinite, and all dharma returns to its origin!"

His arms quickly reached out, his palms pressed against the mountain wall.

In an instant, the entire mountain was filled with a layer of light.

"Recite it all with me!"

"Prajna-paramita!"

Strange Sanskrit sounds were spat out from the bearded mouth, and circles of sound waves, as if they were real, penetrated into the cave across the mountain in front of him.

"Prajna-paramita...Prajna-paramita...Prajna-paramita...!"

He made this big hole to turn the entire mountain into a big trumpet.

Although it is a strange idea, it is actually effective.

The sound was amplified through the huge cavity in the mountain, like thunder, and resounded throughout the world in an instant.

For a moment, he suppressed the demonic monk's life-threatening Sanskrit chant.

When it reached the ears of those people, their hearts suddenly felt lighter.

The life-threatening Sanskrit sound that seems to be able to seduce souls and kill people is actually difficult to invade.

After reacting, he immediately followed the bearded man's instructions and recited the scripture.

"Prajna-paramita!"

The scriptures recited from their mouths seemed to be blessed by some kind of supernatural power. Every word and every sound was condensed into substance, like circles of golden light, converging towards the bearded man.

For a moment, it seemed that the whole world was reverberating with the words Prajna and Prajna.

They are all Buddhist Sanskrit sounds, but compared to the weird ones of the demon monk, the bearded Sanskrit sounds are majestic and solemn.

Falling from the sky like a mountain, suppressing all evil spirits.

The cries of soul-chasing and desperate calls for life were almost suppressed into silence.

"Um?"

"Diamond spell?!"

The cry for life stopped, and in the evil golden light, the demon monk opened his eyes, filled with shock and anger.

He raised his hands and raised them up in front of his chest. His lips and teeth were moving rapidly, but no sound was heard.

There was a vague sound like something cracking.

Behind him, in the thick black fog, a huge long black shadow flashed past.

Even so, the bearded man has noticed it.

In the black mist, it looked like a snake's tail as huge as a mountain.

But it is slightly flat, and there seem to be giant pillars scattered around it, which is very strange.

A hint of ominousness arose in the bearded man's heart.

"Put down the butcher knife!"

"Become a Buddha immediately!"

"Put down the butcher knife...!"

"..."

The disappeared Sanskrit chant sounded again.

But it became even weirder.

Before, it seemed solemn and grand, resounding in all directions.

Now it is as if someone is whispering in my ear, seemingly absent.

But the power of chasing souls and seizing souls is even worse.

Even the Vajra mantra amplified by the bearded man through the loudspeaker on the mountain could not suppress it.

And there is a faint tendency to be invaded and assimilated.

Even now, the bearded man is still hesitant.

Withdraw your hands that are close to the mountain wall, and touch the palm of your right hand with your left hand.

The original bloody Tai Chi Tuton was erased.

I don't know what he did. Blood suddenly surged on his face. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His left hand quickly reached out, and his sword finger was like a pen. The mouthful of blood and ink was stained on the palm of his right hand.
To be continued...