In the blink of an eye, the end of the year is approaching.

Unlike previous years, the atmosphere is a little depressing as we approach the holidays.

The streets and shopping malls, which are usually overcrowded, are very cold, and at intervals you can see heavily armed patrol officers patrolling back and forth. Scattered pedestrians either passed by in a hurry, or hurriedly bought a batch of New Year's goods and went home immediately.

In the past few days, there have been incidents of demons infiltrating and committing murders in various places, and the Rao Special Department and the Monks Alliance have strengthened inspections, but they are still unable to prevent individual tragedies from happening.

For the safety of the public, many small cities have introduced curfews and strictly prohibit nighttime activities. Even some of the big cities are now much more depressed at night, with few residents traveling at night, except for some daring and time-bound enthusiasts.

The Spring Festival travel tide, which has been a spectacle every year, has brought unprecedented pressure on the transportation system because it has mixed in many people who have flocked to the interior for refuge.

There is no way, human nature is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, although the official media and online public opinion are trying to stabilize the panic mood, the results are not significant.

It is no exaggeration to say that if it weren't for the dire situation abroad, I'm afraid that those rich people would have chartered flights to take refuge long ago.

After careful consideration, the upper echelons believed that it was better to stop this situation, and if they forcibly prevented the people from moving inward, they might break out before the demons attacked.

On the contrary, the removal of a group of panicked people is in a sense more conducive to the arrangement of fortifications and the removal of some potential bombs.

Faced with a similar situation, the superpower on the other side of the ocean has highlighted the embarrassment of not being able to lose its tail at a critical moment.

Officials play their own, chaebols play their own, superpowers also play their own, as for ordinary people, there is really only Wangtian!

The chaotic situation is as happy as a paradise in comparison.

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East China Sea.

The black-pressed monsters swept towards the shore like locusts, and the sheer scale of the earth was enough to make people's scalps tingle just by looking at it.

"All ready, No. 3 tactics!" a loud voice came from the warship, and there was no hint of panic in the slightly tired voice.

Attacks of this magnitude have long been the norm, and they come almost four or five times a day.

The command voice was conveyed, and one after another missiles and torpedoes burst into flames with a huge sound in the wave of monsters.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke was covered by the rich smell of blood, and the turbid sea water was dyed with a layer of black and red.

The stumps and flesh of the monster floated on the surface of the sea, perhaps because the blood in the sea water was too thick, and it was difficult to sink for a while.

The concentrated fire of the fleet only blew up a few gaps in the wave of monsters, and the remaining monsters did not fear death at all, but attacked the warship even more bloodthirsty.

On the warship, a group of men, women, and children dressed in "fancy costumes" stood out among the uniforms.

In the next second, as if they had rehearsed countless times, these "weirdos" formed a formation in the blink of an eye and appeared in the area they were responsible for.

"The gods of the land, the gods of the five mountains, the gods of the eight directions, the mist and auspicious clouds, the fire is coming, helping the danger and saving the dump, controlling the bee colony, and being as urgent as the law!"

The cold needle on the tail of the tiger head golden bee can easily pierce even the fur of the monster, and the fierce fire poison contained in it can make the monster's body self-immolate and turn into flying ashes.

"Under the moisture of water, everything penetrates, on the flame of fire, nothing is burned, wood is soothing, unhindered and unbroken, gold is solemn and indestructible, and the soil is nourished, and nothing is melted. Five Daoists in purple robes stood in formation, and they very tacitly urged the Zixiao Xuanzhen Five Elements Great Array, which had been prepared for a long time.

The five elements are mutually reinforcing, and the five auras with different attributes magically condense into one breath and circulate endlessly.

Any monster that approached the Great Array was instantly shattered by the Great Array, like a huge meat grinder. And for the humans on the warship, this large array is an incomparably reliable walled city.

"This water is extraordinary water, the water of the north, a little in the inkstone, the clouds and rain must come soon. Hurry like a law!" A young man in a white shirt held a brush in his hand, dipped his hand in ink, dipped it in ink, and immediately began to write in the void of the dragon.

One by one, the bold ink characters quietly faded into the air, but the originally clear sky seemed to be soaked in ink, and in an instant, layers of dark clouds were pressed.

Dada~~~

Raindrops the size of soybeans fell sharply, and the rich moisture almost obscured the view around them.

"Wouldn't it be a pity that there is rain and no wind?" haha, let the poor road make this storm more violent!" the Qingcha monk held a feather fan in his hand and waved it several times into the air.

The gale howled, the waves surged, and the raindrops crackled and hit the attacking monsters.

Bang bang bang!

In the dull sound of entering the flesh, countless monsters fell into the sea like dumplings.

"Amitabha!" The Zen Master in his robe clasped his hands together and threw out the beads hanging on his hands.

The sandalwood Buddha beads were full of golden light, and they suddenly turned into cannonballs and splattered out, and the leaders of the monsters who had barely managed to hold on in the storm were so bad that they were either smashed on their heads or had a big hole in their abdomen.

All the monks showed their magical powers, and cooperated with the heavy firepower of the fleet to sweep the tail, and after a while, the huge wave of monsters finally became unsustainable and gradually receded.

"The battle is over, clean up the battlefield, and be on guard at any time!"

As soon as the order was given, except for a few soldiers who were still busy cleaning the battlefield, the rest of them all sat down on the deck and took time to rest.

Just now, those monks with great magical powers also collapsed to the ground without any image, taking drugs that should be taking drugs, and drinking water when they should drink water.

Some elderly monks even helped each other massage their old arms and legs, and the steep turn of the painting style could see the power of the killing just now.

"Isn't it pretty! I don't know how many monsters I've cut down these days, and the magic sword of the poor Dao is missing!" Qingfeng Daoren, who was wiping the magic sword, burst out in a foul mouth without heartache.

In the past, he was reluctant to use this baby bump to fight, even if he took it out to appreciate and play with it, it was light-handed. At this moment, looking at the magic sword with gaps all over the blade, Qingfeng Dao people were really heartbroken and could hardly breathe.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng, now you finally know the benefits of this magic weapon, right?" said the Qingyang Daoist who was holding a big black iron rod next to him.

Qingfeng looked at the iron rod in Qingyang's arms, and then looked down at the magic sword in his hand, and after a long time, he said seriously: "Whether you are strong or not is only temporary, and whether you are handsome or not is a matter of a lifetime!

Qingyang glanced at Qingfeng angrily, and sighed faintly: "Before you know it, the New Year is almost over!

"Yes, every time I make dumplings, a few little junior brothers are just helping. At this time, a few of them were left in the Taoist temple, and I don't know who made dumplings for them to eat?" Hearing this, Qingfeng's expression couldn't help but drop a little, and he slowly responded.