The Thirteenth Prince and others crossed the Baihe River from the north of the town in the early morning, while Nanzhao monk Chongsheng entered the gathering water from the south of the town in the evening.
It was night, and there was fog in the town, very heavy fog.
And this mist summons the white demon.
The function of the white demon mist is to suppress the cultivation of monks. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the suppression. This suppression is the same for both humans and monsters.
The Misbai Demonic Fog originated from Kunlun. It was caused by the decay of the body of Mibaixiang, the ancestor of the Demon Court. It covered half of the Kunlun Mountains and separated the Tang Dynasty from the Demon Court.
There is a demon outside the town, a demon from the Demon Court.
This demon is named Araki. It has completed the six realms and can break into the seventh realm at any time to achieve the realm of the Demon King.
The demon court's plan is to cover the entire town with a white demon mist and confuse the heavenly secrets so that Araki can successfully break through.
At that time, they took the initiative to disperse the white demon fog, and the demon kings from the seventh realm cooperated with the masters from Tubo and Demon Court's sixth realm to massacre Jishui Town directly.
"It's time to take action!"
Araki Jiejie smiled slyly and transformed. A towering giant tree appeared outside Jishui Town. The earth shook and the mountains shook, tearing countless wood and rocks into pieces.
The town is filled with evil mist, and the shadows of trees outside the town are towering into the sky.
The Thirteenth Prince's complexion changed drastically. He prepared his troops and horses to break through the formation of Mi Bai Yao Wu. The reason was that Mi Bai Yao Wu had very little suppression on the monks before the Third Realm.
It's just that once the Thirteenth Prince left, he never came back.
In the Xutuo Temple, the young monk Tripitaka stood in front of the Buddha, with his hands clasped together and a solemn appearance. He was already a young monk at the beginning of Buddhism.
Next to me, the blind old monk was meditating.
After looking at the Buddha for a long time, Sanzang spoke: "Master, I want to enter Jishui Town."
The blind old monk woke up and asked, "Why do you want to enter Jishui Town?"
"There is a demon on the other side of the town. I cannot bear the suffering of all living beings. In addition, Qingshan is also there."
The blind old monk said nothing, but walked behind the clay Buddha, took out a sword, and handed it to Tripitaka.
"You must have Buddha in your heart, and you must also have Vajra."
"Disciple understands."
Then, Sanzang was handed half a sword manual and a small pocket. Sanzang was a little surprised and looked up at his master.
"Give it to Chen Qingshan. As for why there is only half of it, the other half was burned by me. I also told him that it's time to sharpen his sword."
The little monk Sanzang didn't ask, but just said: "Disciple understands."
Then he put his sword on his back and turned his back to the mountain gate. Across the entire town, Sanzang saw the evil tree on the opposite side that looked like a pillar of heaven. It was covered with sharp thorns, splitting the sky, and countless black clouds hanging down.
In the town shrouded in mist, he heard demons raging in the town. He whispered the Buddha's name, and Sanzang walked in.
The small figure is as insignificant as a cricket shaking a tree.
The mountain door closed automatically behind him, and the blind old monk entered samadhi again, but no one saw him. There were some beads of sweat on his forehead, which was a sign of some inner demons.
"Amitabha."
There seems to be a demon hiding in the fog, stretching out its white hand, trying to pull everything in the town into the fog and slowly swallow it up. Even the hot spring on Sifang Street that steams all year round has slowly lost its vitality and will no longer
Flow freely.
There were more bloodstains and wounds on Sanzang's body. He came in from the white mist.
"The Thirteenth Prince has already fought against the Demon Court, but the situation is not good. One of the Young Masters from the Demon Court has come, and he seems to be from the centenary silkworm clan." Sanzang said.
Sanzang handed over half of the sword manual entrusted by the blind old monk to Chen Qingshan.
"This is?" Chen Qingshan was a little surprised.
"I don't know what the master asked me to give you. You just need to learn how to use the sword."
Chen Qingshan nodded, and the words "Crazy Sword" came into view, and then he put it away.
"One more thing, the master said, it's time for you to sharpen your sword."
Sanzang said again, and then he took out a bunch of swords from his small pocket. It was estimated that there were no less than a hundred swords, and the handles were all of high quality.
This bag and the sword in it were entrusted to Master Fan when he left, and these swords were owned by Fan when he was the sword chief of Chang'an.
These swords were all swords used by those who were defeated by Fan Wenjian.
That year in Chang'an, the people who were crazy about sword fighting with Chen Chi left their lives and their swords behind.
Chen Qingshan was stunned when he heard this, and then understood Fan's intention.
"nature."
Wiping the sword with his hand, the sound of friction of gold and stone came from Chen Qingshan's courtyard, and the faint sword energy from all directions entered the courtyard.
Feeling the meaning in each sword, the sword pills in Chen Qingshan's dantian slowly bloomed.
The door to sword cultivation has been opened.
In the misty white demon mist, the battle has reached its most intense moment. No matter in terms of numbers or the combat power of the second realm, the Tang Dynasty is far inferior to the demon court, and the Tibetan and Tubo sides work together.
The second-level groom was currently fighting with the young master of the Hundred-year-old Silkworm clan. The Hundred-year-old Silkworm clan was known as the undead clan of the Demon Court and possessed extremely powerful vitality.
The centipede insect is still dead but not stiff, and the centenarian silkworm family is like an insect or a monster, which is an extreme interpretation of this characteristic.
The centenary-year-old Silkworm Master is named Yao Yu. Yao Yu's five fingers have silk threads as sharp as daggers. The threads are so thin that they are invisible. Especially in the immediate environment, his concealment has reached the highest point.
The demon fish manipulates the silk, and countless sparks fly from the horseman's armor. Every attack can cause the horseman to suffer more or less injuries.
The Thirteenth Prince used a wind blade to slit the throat of a little demon, his expression getting worse and worse, and he could clearly feel that the number of Tang soldiers beside him was rapidly decreasing.
"Kill!" The thirteenth prince did not care that he was a disciple of Confucianism. He directly drew his sword and fought in a bloody battle like a warrior.
However, after killing one of them, countless enemies surrounded them, like a tide, attacking the Thirteenth Prince. They were all proud of killing the Thirteenth Prince.
A tiger cannot hold off a pack of wolves, and besides, the Thirteenth Prince is not a martial artist who is good at protracted battles, so dangers are everywhere.
"Are you exhausted?" The corpses around the Thirteenth Prince were piled up into a hill. There were only a few remnants of the Tang Dynasty left beside them, and there were no less than fifty enemies approaching.
"Amitabha." A handsome young monk came with a sword and stood under the mountain of corpses. Sanzang and Chen Qingshan arrived.
Two sword flowers are slowly rotating in Chen Qingshan's Dantian. One sword flower is the door to sword cultivation, and the two sword flowers are already in the early and middle stages of sword cultivation.
Chen Qingshan held his sword in the fog, as if he were an immortal in the world, and looked at the second-level horseman: "Sir, let's slay the demon together!"
The groom held the sword, and Chen Qingshan used the sword. The sword came out like a dragon, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, and he began to fight back against Yao Yu.
What surprised Yaoyu was that the young man's sword was able to cut through the extremely tough silk. In other words, the sword in the young man's hand could hurt himself.
"This sword is extraordinary." Countless silk threads were pulled out from Demon Yu's back. If a full moon was behind his head, some insect characteristics appeared on Demon Yu's body, turning into an insect armored man.
The insect armor man caught Chen Qingshan's sword with his bare hands and fought fiercely. Only now did the demon fisher show his true strength.
Half an hour later, the sounds of fighting in the white mist slowly disappeared, and then there was deathly silence.
Under the mist, the corpses on the ground, even the white mist, had a hint of fishy and sweet blood.
Sanzang's robes were stained with blood, and on his back was the thirteenth prince who had fallen into a coma. Sanzang had the golden body technique taught by the blind monk, which allowed him to stand at the end.
The horseman, Chen Qingshan, and Yaoyu were all seriously injured, especially the horseman, who sacrificed his life to create an opportunity for Chen Qingshan to kill Yaoyu. At this time, he was almost exhausted.
In such a situation, both sides have reached their limit, and no one can fight anymore.
"You're lucky." Yaoyu remembered the young man opposite him. It was him who just hit him hard with his sword.
"However, my mission is completed."
The demon fisher transformed into a human body again and retreated into the white mist behind him.
Under everyone's gaze, the evil tree in Jishui Town moved, and the white evil fog began to dissipate.
Under Yao Yu's delay, Araki successfully broke into the Seventh Realm.
The Demon Court, a cultivator of the Six Realms of Tubo, sat cross-legged under the evil tree, slowly opened his eyes and looked towards Jishui Town.
The mist disperses, as if a steaming feast has just been served.
As the wild tree broke into the seventh realm, there seemed to be a law coming from somewhere. At the foot of the huge evil tree, it collapsed instantly, and a cave appeared.
Pairs of scarlet eyes lit up in the cave, and countless little demons poured out of the cave and began to devour the people of Jishui Town wantonly.
The small collection town instantly turned into a purgatory on earth.
The demons in the Seven Realms are called demon lords. Wherever the demon lord is, it will turn into a demon cave. The longer the demon master stays next to the demon cave, the stronger the demons born in the demon cave will be.
The Seventh Realm is a watershed. Once you enter the Seventh Realm, you can be called a powerful person.
Countless demons crawled out of the caves, roared ferociously, and swarmed towards the small town.
The two great scholars Guo Yun and Wang Xu, as well as the Six Realms of Nanzhao who followed Monk Chongsheng, a total of three monks from the Six Realms of the Tang Dynasty, stood on all sides of Jishui Town to protect the town.
Looking at the billowing demon clouds in the sky from a distance.