The nun of Huixin gave birth to two tails, and six fox fires flew around her body, the fox fire was bright on the outside and dark on the inside, like a suspended firefly.

From time to time, monks and warriors would pounce quickly, but before they could rush in, a cloud of fox fire would shoot out directly and attack these budding birds.

The monks and warriors did not dare to stop the fox fire, and they all tried their best to use their skills to escape backwards, but the fox fire flew away and would not be extinguished until it was pulled out a long distance.

And if the monk and the warrior are not good, they can only carry this fox fire.

But the fox fire is very strong, once hit, most of them are shocked by the seven orifices bleeding, the meridians are broken, and if you have the ability to block a blow, but you will be invaded by the demon energy in the fox fire, and become delirious, unless you hold the demon pestle to absorb these demon qi, you can block a ball of fox fire.

Huixin's face was expressionless, and she moved extremely fast, and in the short distance space, she disappeared almost like a flicker, disappeared and reappeared, and a cloud of fox fire, born around her, flew towards the approaching enemy,

The lost fox fire can be born again,

With the power of a fox, she actually suppressed a large number of people, but whoever relied on the former would either die or be injured.

Behind her, a bald man with a height of more than two meters was clutching his chest, blood gurgling and oozing from his fingertips.

This strong man was none other than Wang Shanjun, who was sitting on a stone with fierce eyes looking into the distance.

The rest of the fox spirits and tiger demons are fighting fiercely with the monks and warriors on the other side.

The fog of heaven and earth has lifted.

On the battlefield of the fox and tiger demons against the monks and warriors, corpses were everywhere.

The Bright Monk has already recognized these two as the leaders of the Fox and Tiger Clan, so capture the thief and capture the king first, as long as these two are killed, then this heinous demon clan can all get the punishment they deserve.

The old monk at the head looked compassionate, and a two-zhang long red-striped giant tiger turned out to be the mount under his crotch, this is Chishan Jun.

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

There are more than 1,000 monks, but there are nearly 100 wooden pestles.

These wooden pestles have already absorbed enough demonic energy, and if they are released at the same time, the Buddha flames caused will be extremely terrifying.

However, feeling the quiet killing intent that appeared in the bottom of his heart, the old monk stopped, turned his head sideways, and looked into the distance.

I saw that on the mountain road where the fog was beginning to clear, a young man wrapped in a dark gold cloak was stepping forward.

Every step is like stepping on everyone's heart, and people's heartbeat becomes faster or slower with his steps.

And as he got closer, the murderous aura became more and more fierce.

The old monk riding the tiger can't understand that the murderous aura can certainly be felt, but such a strong and real sympathy, he has only seen it in his life,

And there is a strong sense of Zen in this sympathy, which makes him even more curious.

Why is this murderous aura not aimed at demons, but at himself and others?

Therefore, he paused his advance, folded his hands, and asked curiously: "The poor monk is withered, may I ask why Daoyou helps the demon?"

The two were far away, but the voice easily crossed the space, spread, and reached Xia Ji's ears.

Xia Ji's voice also dispersed calmly: "Why kill demons?"

The old monk riding the tiger replied: "Demon, it shouldn't exist in the world, why don't you kill it?"

Xia Ji asked, "Why shouldn't it?"

The old monk riding the tiger replied: "If there is no sin, why are you reincarnated as an animal?"

became a beast, and instead of going to reincarnation as soon as possible, he cultivated to become a demon, which is a serious sin.

To kill is to liberate it, to set things right, to benefit people, and to wash away the sins of this world for animals.

This is a good deed of both sides, and the old monk came to get rid of the demon, which is to enter hell,

Daoist friends are quite Zen, don't you understand?"

Xia Ji couldn't help but want to laugh when he heard this, and he said: "If the demon has never harmed human beings, if it is yearning for courtesy, faith, benevolence and righteousness, can such a demon not be tolerated?"

He suddenly pointed to the bald man sitting on the boulder, "He is the king of the Tiger Clan, Shanjun, who pretends to be a mountain god on weekdays, benefits the surrounding people, repairs bridges, beheads the people, and will take care of the short things in the family, and may not be able to respond to requests, but he will try his best to do it, isn't this good?"

He suddenly pointed at the red-striped giant tiger under the old monk's crotch, "He has hatred for people, kills people everywhere, raises people to attract people, and then turns into an evil man;

"If good and evil are not repaid, and adultery is appeased, are the monk's eyes blind?"

The old monk who rode the tiger shook his head, revealing a look of disappointment.

He has already said it very clearly, but this fellow Taoist doesn't understand?

And he spouts lies.

It seems that the Buddha relationship is not deep.

When he was thinking about how to say it, someone here had already recognized Xia Ji and shouted loudly: "He is His Royal Highness the Seventh Great Shang, Prince Shenwu, Xia Ji!!"

The old monk riding the tiger showed a look of surprise, everything was already understood, he shook his head and said: "It is really a sin for the prince of the Great Shang to collude with the demon clan. It's just a pity that the poor monk heard that you have the ancient inheritance of the Leiyin Temple on Mount Meru, and you have not carried it forward, but you are shielding the demon clan, Your Highness is not afraid of going to the Infernal Hell after death, and the blessings in the next life are not enough, so you must not be an adult again?

"Which Buddha?"

"There are as many Buddhist doors as there are Buddhist doors in the world. ”

"Which mountain is your Great Light Temple, and which Buddha is it?"

"Your Royal Highness is tied up, and the poor monk can take you back to the mountain to become a monk, chant Buddha day and night, and eliminate your sins. The old monk who rode the tiger smiled and looked at the prince, although the prince was powerful, but in the era when the magic weapon was the king, he had a lot of demonic pestles here that absorbed the demonic energy, even the legend could not cope with the power of these wooden pestles, even if he had the magic weapon of the ancient Lei Yin Temple, it should not be able to stop.

However, after all, he had heard a lot of legends about this prince, so he clapped his hands, and the monks behind him quickly dispersed, so that even if this prince successfully used the golden giant Buddha magic weapon, he would not be able to attack many people.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

Huixin saw the person coming and hurriedly reminded him.

The little vixens and the tiger demons all looked at the visitors, and many of them saw this mysterious and powerful prince for the first time.

Xia Ji took out the prayer bead with a wave of his palm.

The rosary, one thousand and eight, symbolizes many Dharma realms.

The old monk riding the tiger was very preemptive, he had been watching Xia Ji, and when he saw him take out the magic weapon, he roared angrily: "Evil Demon Outer Dao, go to life!!"

The voice fell, and the yellow-clothed bright monk behind him suddenly recited words in his mouth, and pushed out the demon-slaying wooden pestle in his hand.

A sound that broke the air,

A little spark flying,

Between the tumblings, the wooden pestle has been covered by the blazing golden Buddha fire and disappeared, and the sky is full of scorching sun.

The scorching sun and the scorching sun touch each other in mid-air, connect, merge, if a hundred streams converge in a great river,

The tiger demons and fox spirits raised their heads, only to see the golden river in the sky suppressing down from the sky,

The little demons with slightly weaker strength couldn't look directly at this light, let alone react, just like the prisoners who had been imprisoned in the darkness for more than ten years suddenly saw the scorching sun in front of them, and the little demons only felt that their eyes were dark, and blood had fallen from the corners of their eyes.

In the great river where the golden Buddha fire gathered, the faint Sanskrit sound resounded, stirring, like the panic of the heavens, falling from the sky that had just risen in the morning light,

This is the Buddha fire that destroyed half of the fox and tiger race twenty years ago, as long as it is stained with a trace of demonic energy, it is the demon immortal fire that will not be extinguished.

Now that they are back, there is only fear left in the eyes of the elves.

In the distance, the tiger riding monk folded his hands and closed his eyes and recited the mantra of the past life compassionately.

Since he is about to die, then he has washed away his sins and sins, then he is not a demon, and as a monk, he naturally needs to be treated with compassion.

Huixin's speed was extremely fast, when she saw hundreds of demon wood pestles rising into the sky, she had already turned into an afterimage, and with her left hand, Wang Shanjun behind her was moving backwards at a flickering speed, but this movement could not escape the suppression range of this golden Buddha fire river.

She suddenly remembered in her heart that since the young prince came, the "general" here was no longer her, but how could she deal with such a terrifying power except to hide and escape?

At this life-and-death juncture, she turned her face curiously and looked at the Buddha-like prince.

In her eyes, Xia Ji raised his hand.

The rosary disappears.

In his hand, he held a golden mountain.

Five Elements of Foshan.

The top of the mountain is below, the bottom of the mountain is facing up, and the width is almost a hundred feet.

Mountains to rivers.

The mountains are below, and the rivers are above.

Heaven and earth are turned upside down.

Mountains and rivers shake!

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PS: Happy Dragon Boat Festival, there is a third watch at 2 p.m.~