"It's ...... anyway"

Du Bai was not interested in wasting time to continue to catch up, and turned back to Daoist Han and said, "Let's go, get out of here immediately!" ”

"But these demons haven't been cleaned up yet......"

When Du Bai appeared, Daoist Han seemed to have found the backbone of the main heart and was greatly relieved. Then he couldn't help but be a little puzzled by his request for evacuation: "With Brother Du, your strength should be easy to solve, why do you want to let them harm people here?" ”

"Look at ...... back"

Du Bai curled his eyebrows and motioned for him to look back.

Daoist Han subconsciously turned his head to look, first stunned, and then his complexion changed greatly, very pale, and his whole body trembled......

After all, no one can calm down when they see this kind of apocalyptic scene that is almost like the sky falling apart.

"I ...... Let's go! He swallowed his saliva and never mentioned the matter of killing the demon again, but hurriedly urged Du Bai to leave.

Du Bai nodded, lifted the other party's collar, and rushed forward as fast as he could, while the aura of destruction behind him that seemed to devour everything was already approaching at a faster and faster speed.

It was the first time for Daoist Han to experience this kind of terrifying speed, almost the sky was spinning, his head was dizzy, and before he could react, he felt that he was put on the ground, and his legs were weak and he sat on the ground.

"That's it!"

Du Bai clapped his hands gently, at this time they had already left the painting wall and returned to the wall of the Great Buddha Temple, everything around them seemed to be the same as when they had just left, only the figure of an old monk was missing.

That guy's body must have been crushed into powder and dissipated into nothingness by now.

He turned to look and could see that the originally brightly colored mural on the wall had become dull and dull at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if countless years had passed in the blink of an eye, mottled and almost indistinguishable......

Vaguely I seemed to have deliberately heard the wails of the banshees who were hidden in the corners of the murals and thought they could escape from his hands, and in the face of a near-annihilating crisis, with their strength, I am afraid that they will not be able to hold on for even a moment.

When the mural is completely destroyed, it is the time when the monsters hiding in the mural will perish.

The moment didn't last long.

It seems that it is only a blink of an eye, this mural has been completely destroyed, and the remaining fairy and demonic energy and even ghost energy on it have quickly dissipated into the world after losing their support, even if someone comes to visit again in the future, what they see should be only the most ordinary wall.

"The little fairy's last home is completely gone......"

Even seemingly powerful immortals may not be able to survive forever, and the only things that can really stay seem to be these items that hold all their obsessions.

"Whether it is the last bone of the Buddha or the relics of the little fairy, this world may be much more cruel than I think......

Du Bai's chest was faintly heavy, making him look at the wall where only the gray side was left, and he unconsciously fell into a state of distraction.

"If it's after you die...... What's left? ”

He couldn't help but mutter.

"Brother Du, what are you talking about?"

It just so happened that at this time, Daoist Han on the side had gradually eased up, and when he heard what he seemed to be saying, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Nothing." Du Bai shook his head slightly, his heart moved, and he looked back at the other side of the mountain road up the mountain, with his now enhanced hearing, he could faintly hear the voices and footsteps that were gradually becoming noisy, as if many people were rushing towards this side.

Thinking about it, there was such a big mess before, and it seems that there are still tigers, so in order to avoid the possible tiger from going down the mountain and hurting people, the government will send someone over to at least check it, and it is normal to bring more people for safety.

"Let's go down from the other side, the government is coming."

He whispered.

"People from the government?" Daoist Han couldn't help frowning, outsiders like him didn't like to deal with people from the government the most, so he immediately agreed to Du Bai's proposal and went down the mountain from another trail.

There were no extra waves during this period, but when he returned to Daoist Han's sister's home, there were still many troubles waiting for the other party to deal with, including the tragic death of the unlucky brother-in-law and the pacification of the devastated sister.

Even if he is a monk, but in the end there is only this one sister, at this time, he is naturally not exempt from vulgarity, and the only advantage may be that the funeral ritual does not need to be brought by others, and he can handle it himself.

Originally, Han Daoshi entered the painting wall with the idea of whether he had a chance to save his brother-in-law's soul, but after Du Bai's later explanation, he learned that the souls who were deceived had already become the food for those banshees, and there was no possibility of survival, so he naturally had to give up.

Regarding the black hand behind the scenes, Du Bai didn't explain too much to the other party, after all, it involved the existence of immortals, and it was just an excuse that the monk was the incarnation of a certain big demon and wanted to murder the people.

This also gave the depressed Han Daoshi some comfort in his heart, he didn't work in vain, at least he killed a demon, guarded the peace of the people, and lived up to his identity as a righteous person.

Then Du Bai did not continue to get involved in the other party's family affairs, and returned to the inn where he was temporarily staying alone.

Leaving aside other things for the time being, Du Bai was more concerned about whether the relics that had just arrived were also hidden in the bones of the Ancestral Buddha, or whether the power in them could be used for his own use.

He was looking forward to it.

Out of prudence, he first used some simple materials that could be bought in the market to arrange a small formation to isolate the outside world to avoid some unexpected consequences caused by outsiders by mistake, and then re-depicted the original formation that he had transformed.

It was he who used this formation to activate the Buddha bones in the first place, thus gaining unexpected joy, and now he plans to concoct it again. After the depiction was finished, he calmed down, took out the relic from his bosom, which had become mediocre on the surface, carefully placed it lightly on the formation, and then infused power to activate it.

He was a little worried before he started, but fortunately, it still worked!

I saw that in that formation, the relics began to slowly and automatically levitate, and the surface exuded a soft and beautiful glow, giving people the feeling that a holy fairy was slowly waking up from it, making people subconsciously want to hold their breath and dare not breathe loudly, for fear that their vulgarity would disturb this beautiful fairy.

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