The Thirteen Princes and others crossed the Baihe River from the north of the town in the early morning, and the Nanzhao monk Chongsheng entered the water from the south of the town in the evening.

It was night, and there was a fog in the town, and it was very foggy.

And this fog calls the white demon.

The function of the white demon mist is to suppress the cultivation of the monks, the higher the cultivation, the greater the suppression of it, this suppression, whether it is for the human race or the demon race.

The misty white demon fog originated in Kunlun, which was caused by the decay of the body of the ancestor of the demon court, and covered half of the Kunlun mountain range, separating the Tang Dynasty from the demon court.

There are demons outside the town, demons of the demon court.

This demon is called Araki, the six realms are complete, and you can break into the seven realms at any time and achieve the demon king realm.

The plan of the demon court is to cover the entire town with a misty white demon fog and chaos in order to allow Araki to break through smoothly.

At that time, he took the initiative to disperse the white demon mist, and the demon kings of the seven realms cooperated with the masters of the six realms of Tubo and the demon court to directly slaughter Jishui Town.

"It's time to do it!"

Araki smiled and transformed, and a towering giant tree appeared outside Jishui Town, and the earth suddenly shook the mountain, tearing countless wood and stones.

The town is full of demon fog, and the wooden shadows outside the town are towering.

The thirteen princes' complexions changed greatly, and they were about to break through the eyes of the white demon mist when they prepared soldiers and horses, because the white demon mist suppressed the monks before the Three Realms very little.

It's just that the Thirteen Princes will never return once they are gone.

In the Sutuo Temple, the little monk of Sanzang stands in front of the Buddha, his hands are folded, the treasure is solemn, and he is already a small monk in the beginning of Buddhism.

The blind old monk next to him was settling down.

Looking at the Buddha for a long time, Sanzang spoke: "Master, I want to enter Jishui Town." ”

The blind old monk woke up: "Why do you want to enter Jishui Town?" ”

"There is a demon on the other side of the town, and the disciple can't bear the suffering of sentient beings, and besides, Qingshan is also there."

The blind old monk was silent, just walked behind the clay Buddha, took out a ring knife, and handed it to Sanzang.

"There must be a Buddha in the heart, and there must also be a vajra."

"Disciple understands."

Then, handing Sanzang half a sword book and a small pocket, Sanzang was a little surprised and looked up at the master.

"To Chen Qingshan. As for why only half of the book was burned, and the other half was burned by me. And tell him that it's time to sharpen his sword. ”

The little monk of Sanzang didn't ask, but just said, "The disciple knows." ”

Then he put on his sword and turned his back to the mountain gate, and across the whole town, Sanzang saw the evil tree on the opposite side like a pillar of heaven, full of spikes, cutting the sky, and countless black clouds hanging down.

In the town shrouded in the vast mist, he heard a demon raging, recited the Buddha's name lightly, and Sanzang walked in.

A small figure, insignificant, is like a mayfly shaking a tree.

The mountain gate behind him automatically closed, and the blind old monk entered the meditation again, but no one saw it, and there were some beads of sweat on his forehead, which was a sign of some demons.

"Amitabha."

There seemed to be a demon hidden in the mist, stretching out a white hand to pull everything in the town into the fog and slowly devour, even the hot spring that was steaming all year round on Sifang Street slowly lost its vitality and no longer flowed wantonly.

Sanzang had more blood stains on his body, and there were also more wounds, and he had killed him from the white demon mist.

"The thirteen princes have already fought with the Demon Court, but the situation is not very good, that is, the sons of the Demon Court have all come, and it seems to be a hundred-year-old silkworm family." Sanzang said.

Sanzang handed over the half of the sword book entrusted by the blind old monk to Chen Qingshan.

"What is this?" Chen Qingshan was a little surprised.

"The master asked me to give it to you, I don't know very well, you use the sword, just learn it."

Chen Qingshan nodded, and the words "Crazy Sword Xing" came into view, and then put it away.

"There is one more thing, the master said, you should sharpen your sword."

Sanzang said again, and then shook out a bunch of swords from his small pocket, estimating that there were no less than 100 handles, and the handles were all of the highest quality.

The pockets of this thing and the swords in it were all entrusted by Master Fan when he left, and these swords were owned by Fan when he was the sword leader of Chang'an.

These swords are the swords of those who were defeated in the sword war.

The people who asked Chen Idiot about the sword in Chang'an that year left their lives and their swords.

Chen Qingshan was stunned when he heard this, and then understood Fan's intentions.

"Nature."

Wiping the sword with his hand, the sound of gold and stone friction came from Chen Qingshan's courtyard, and faintly eight sword qi was incorporated into the court.

Feeling the meaning in each sword, the sword pill in Chen Qingshan's dantian slowly bloomed.

The door of sword cultivation has been opened.

In the white demon mist, the battle has also reached the most intense moment, whether it is in terms of numbers or the combat power of the two realms, Datang is far inferior to the demon court, and the two sides of Tubo work together.

The horseman of the Second Realm was at war with the son of the hundred-year-old silkworm clan at this time. The hundred-year-old silkworm clan is known as the immortal clan of the Demon Court and has extremely strong vitality.

The hundred-legged insect is still dead but not stiff, and the hundred-year-old silkworm family is like an insect and a demon, and this characteristic is interpreted to the extreme.

The hundred-year-old silkworm boy is called Demon Fisher, and the five fingers of Demon Fish have silk threads as sharp as daggers, and the silk threads are not visible, especially in the environment in front of them, and their concealment has reached the highest point.

The demon fish manipulated the silk, and countless sparks flew above the groom's armor. With each attack, the groom can be injured to a greater or lesser extent.

The Thirteenth Prince used the wind blade to cut the throat of a little demon, his face became worse and worse, and he could clearly sense that the Tang soldiers next to him were rapidly decreasing.

"Kill!" The thirteen princes didn't care that they were Confucian disciples, so they directly drew their swords like martial artists and fought bloodily.

It's just that after killing one, countless enemies surrounded him, like a tide, impacting the thirteen princes, and they were all proud to kill the thirteen princes.

The tiger can't stand the wolves, and the thirteen princes are not martial artists who are good at protracted battles, and they are in danger.

"Exhausted?" The corpses around the thirteen princes were piled up into a hill, and there were only a few remnants of the Tang Dynasty left next to them, and there were no less than fifty enemies approaching this side.

"Amitabha." A handsome little monk came with a ring knife and stood under the corpse mountain, and Sanzang and Chen Qingshan arrived.

The two sword flowers were slowly rotating in Chen Qingshan's dantian, one sword flower was the door to enter the sword cultivation, and the two sword flowers were already in the middle of the initial realm of sword cultivation.

Chen Qingshan held his sword in the fog, and if he was an immortal in the world, he looked at the horseman of the Second Realm: "My lord, let's kill the demon together!" ”

The horseman is in charge, and Chen Qingshan uses a sword. Ge is like a dragon, and the sword qi is Changhong, and he began to counterattack against the demon fish.

To the surprise of the demon fisher, this young man's sword can cut off the extremely tough silk, that is to say, the sword in the young man's hand can hurt himself.

"This sword is extraordinary." Countless silks were pulled out from behind the demon fisher, and if a full moon was behind his head, the characteristics of some insects appeared on the demon fisherman's body, turning into an insect armor.

The insect armor man took Chen Qingshan's sword with his bare hands, and his fighting style was vigorous, and now the demon fish showed his true strength.

Half an hour later, the sound of battle in the misty white demon fog slowly disappeared, and then there was a deathly silence.

Under the mist, the corpses in one place, even the white demon mist, all carried a trace of bloody and sweet blood.

Sanzang's monk's robe was dyed blood, and on his back was the thirteen princes who had fallen into a coma.

The horseman, Chen Qingshan, and the demon fish were all seriously injured, especially the horseman, at the cost of his life, he created an opportunity for Chen Qingshan to kill the demon fisher, and at this time he was close to running out of oil and running out.

In such a situation, both sides have reached the limit, and no one can fight.

"You're in luck." Demon Yu remembered the young man opposite, it was him just now, and he hit himself hard with a sword.

"But I'm done."

The demon fish turned into a human body again and retreated into the white mist behind him.

In the eyes of everyone, the evil tree in the water collection town moved, and the white demon mist began to dissipate.

Under the delay of the demon fisher, Araki successfully broke through to the Seven Realms.

The Demon Court, the cultivation plate of the Six Realms of Tubo sat under the evil tree, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Jishui Town.

The mist flew away, as if it had just been served, a steaming feast.

As Araki broke into the Seven Realms, there seemed to be a law descending in the underworld, and at the foot of the huge evil wood, it collapsed in an instant, and a cave appeared.

A pair of scarlet eyes lit up in the cave, and countless demons poured out of the cave and began to wantonly devour the people of Jishui Town.

The small watershed town was instantly transformed into a living purgatory.

The demon of the Seven Realms is called the demon lord, and where the demon lord is, it will turn into a demon cave. The longer the demon lord is next to the demon cave, the stronger the demon born in the demon cave will be.

The Seven Realms is a watershed, and once you enter the Seven Realms, you can be called a powerful person.

Countless demons crawled out of the caves, let out a hideous roar, and flocked to the small water collection town.

Guo Yun and Wang Xu, two great Confucians, as well as the six realms of Nanzhao who followed the monks of Chongsheng, a total of three monks from the six realms of the Tang Dynasty, stood in the four directions of Jishui Town to protect the town.

Looking at the rolling demon clouds in the sky.