Demons are created by the heart, and the environment is born from the heart:

It is said that once upon a time, a Taoist master took an ordinary wooden ruler to a child and lied to him that it was a magic ruler handed down by the thousand-year-old ancestor. So the kid firmly believed that this was a magic ruler, and he could really have a protective effect when he held it. Why is that? Because the child believed this lie, he was bold and full of righteousness, and the demons were naturally afraid of him.

At this time, Nangong Bei sat on the altar and turned his head to look, and in the yellow sand in front of him stood a purple-robed Taoist, this Taoist looked about fifty or sixty years old, he pinched the sword finger in his left hand, and held a copper coin sword in his right hand, looking at the yellow sand under his feet very vigilantly. It seems that this Taoist saved himself, and Nangong Bei was grateful.

Suddenly, there was another violent tremor from below the sacrificial square, and Nangong Bei hurriedly bent down and lay on the altar, so as not to fall into the yellow sand below. At the moment when he lay down, Nangong Bei found that the long-bearded old man beside him suddenly fell straight beside him, unconscious, and he didn't know if he was dead or what......

Sacrificial Square, in the middle of the sea of sand:

The purple-robed Taoist saw that there was something wrong under his feet, he jumped into the air; in the middle of the air, his left leg was straight, his right leg was slightly bent, and the copper coin sword in his hand was closed behind his back; his left hand conjured up three black runes, his right hand pinched the thunder trick, knocked his teeth five ways, and recited in his mouth: "The god of heavenly fire and thunder, the god of earth fire and thunder, the five thunders descend to the spirit, lock the ghost and close the essence, the five emperors are under the edict, cut the evil and destroy the essence, and the urgency is like the law and order~"

With a spell, the purple light broke through the air:

Several purple lightning bolts slashed through the air, like a waterfall, and then there was a close blasting sound from the yellow sand below the square, and then the square was dusty, and from the yellow sand below, a column of billowing sand scurried, and the smell of burnt flesh wafted through the air around it.

At this time, the purple-robed Taoist was hanging in the air: he looked at the rolling sand pillar that surged up under him, and the sand pillar was mixed with dozens of broken tentacles, including some people's stumps and broken arms, these stumps and broken arms were eroded by something, and there was not much skin and flesh left on the surface, most of which had turned into white bones, which looked very disgusting and terrifying.

On the altar, Nangong Bei, dumbfounded:

Some people say that every boy has a fairy dream hidden in his heart, or flying to the sky, or a sword volley. Nangong Bei was no exception, he looked at the incredible scene in front of him and was dumbfounded. That purple-robed Taoist actually stood in the air, was he an immortal? A kind of envy and worship that he had never felt before arose spontaneously in his heart......

The yellow sand is pervasive, and the strong wind blows:

Suddenly, the wind swept through the sky again, and a yellow ribbon of sand obscured the sky and stayed above the sacrificial square. In mid-air, the purple-robed Taoist looked up, and this sand belt floated above his head, like a silk ribbon floating in the wind, extremely strange. He secretly said in his heart: "It seems that he has underestimated the enemy, and the sand devil has absorbed the blood of hundreds of people, which is extremely difficult to deal with......"

While the purple-robed Taoist was meditating, suddenly this sand belt underwent an astonishing change, it changed from yellow to orange, from orange to red, and red, looking bewitching, like blood and water. The sand belt is like blood like the wind, it is mixed with a bloody breath swept from above, the purple-robed Taoist stood under the sand belt, he wanted to get out of it was too late, swish, like a dumpling filling was wrapped in the sand belt.

Nangong Bei stared at everything that happened in front of him, his heart tightened suddenly, and he thought, "It's over, this purple-robed old Taoist has been wrapped in dumplings, and it seems that he won't survive." "Come to think of it, Nangong Bei's heart is like ashes, his father and sister's family are the only ones left with him, and it is meaningless to live by himself at this time, it is better to die together......

Bang, bang~

Several golden rays of light came out from the sand belt in mid-air, and this bloody sand belt actually fell one after another under the illumination of the golden light, like a rain of blood. Look at it again, the purple-robed Taoist stood in mid-air unharmed, holding a scroll of Bagua Cloud Thunder Diagram in his hand, and this piece of golden mangs was shot out of this diagram.

The purple-robed Taoist raised his hand to accept the cloud thunder diagram and put it into the treasure bag behind him, he pulled out the copper coin sword and held it in his hand, and shouted: "Sand Devil, do you dare to come out to fight with me, if you don't dare, don't you want to be presumptuous in front of the deity, why don't you come out quickly and die?"

Suddenly, there was a strange laugh from the direction of the altar, and the long-bearded old man on the altar didn't know why, he suddenly stood up straight again, and said: "Hahaha, stinky Taoist, I have been practicing the Tao for 1,300 years now, just rely on you, how can you fight with me? If it weren't for the Iron Bull Patriarch who was here to town me, this world would have long since ceased to exist, if you really want to fight with me, you can smash the statue of the Iron Bull Old Dao, and I will come out ......."

At this time, Nangong Bei was so frightened that he almost didn't pee his pants, and the long-bearded old man who spoke was standing beside him, but Nangong Bei looked carefully, this old man was not lying beside him just now, and somehow floated up, and he didn't open his mouth, but the voice came from his body, he ...... Is he still human?

The purple-robed Taoist turned his head to look at the long-bearded old man on the altar, and snorted coldly: "Borrow the technique of returning the soul from the corpse, break it for me~" After that, the Taoist quickly shot out a lightning strike wood in his hand, this lightning strike wood was as thin as bamboo chopsticks, with a little tick on it, and some symbols were drawn with cinnabar;

At this time, the purple-robed Taoist suddenly realized in his heart: It turned out that this sand demon was suppressed here by the Iron Bull Patriarch, but after years and years, the mana of the Iron Bull Patriarch gradually faded, and this sand demon came out to harm people;

After thinking about it, the purple-robed Taoist went up to the altar, he looked at Nangong North on the side, and then jumped on the huge statue of the Iron Bull Patriarch. At this time, the purple-robed Taoist squatted on the shoulders of the statue, he looked forward and backward, trying to find some clues on the statue to crack the sand devil, and suddenly, there was a violent vibration from under the yellow sand, it seemed that the underground sand devil did not want this person to succeed.

Boom, boom~

Under the violent shaking, the entire land swayed from side to side, and the altar where Nangong North was located began to sink gradually, so frightened that he lay on the altar and did not dare to move. At this time, the statue of the Iron Bull Patriarch stood in the square, no matter how the earth trembled, this statue was still as stable as Mount Tai.

The purple-robed Taoist squatted above the statue, he held the huge head of the Iron Bull Patriarch with both hands, and looked at it for a long time but still to no avail, which was a little disappointing to him. The purple-robed Taoist gritted his teeth and thought to himself: "This sand demon is hiding underground, I have no way to attack it at all, it is better for me to smash this statue and fight with it, with my own Dao Sect True Method, I don't believe in fighting it." ”

Suddenly, at the moment when the man turned his head, a gust of wind blew from his side, and after the wind blew, a row of handwriting was faintly revealed on the book in the left hand of the Iron Bull Patriarch, and the handwriting was full of wind and sand.

Huh? Isn't it......

The purple-robed Taoist bent down, he leaned out halfway, swept away a few handfuls of yellow sand with his hands, and looked at the book carefully, only to see that the carved big book was open and wrote: "My Iron Bull Daoist, I met the sand demon beast in this place, this demon beast was born in the ground, sucked corpses for a living, and caused trouble to the people, I suppressed it in this ...... with the great golden light technique of the iron ox."

The purple-robed Taoist read what was written above, and was worried again: It said that the technique of the Great Golden Light was a kind of Beidou Anode Array, and the Iron Bull Patriarch had buried several demon-descending pestles under the yellow sand......

"Two people... At this time, the junior brother is not around, where can I find two people......" As soon as the purple-robed Taoist raised his head, the altar had been mostly buried by yellow sand, and Nangong Bei lay on the altar in panic and looked around. Seeing this, the Taoist jumped onto the altar, picked up Nangong Bei's belt and jumped back on top of the statue.

Nangong Bei was lying on the other shoulder of the statue, he looked at the purple-robed Taoist in front of him and asked, "Are you...... Are you a god?"

The purple-robed Taoist glanced at Nangong Bei and said, "Boy, do you want to live?"

Nangong Beimuna nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to teach you to recite a mantra next, if you can remember it, you can live, if you can't remember it, I'll throw you into the sand, do you understand?" said the purple-robed Taoist to Nangong Bei.

Immediately, the purple-robed Taoist opened his mouth and recited: "Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, Wan Qi Root." Extensive cultivation of ten thousand calamities, prove my supernatural powers. Inside and outside the Three Realms, only the Tao is the only one. There is a golden light in my body, which reflects my body. Blind to it, not to hear it. Covering the world and nurturing the masses. Received 10,000 times, there is light in the body. The guards of the Three Realms, the Five Emperors welcome. All gods salute, and serve the thunder. Demons are frightened, and spirits are dead. The golden light appears quickly, covering real people. Haste as a law!"

"Did you hear clearly? I'll recite it to you twice, you'll listen to it......", and then the purple-robed Taoist read it to Nangong Bei again. At this time, Nangong Bei felt very strange, after these unfamiliar words entered his head, it was as if they were printed inside, and the purple-robed Taoist only recited it twice, and he could recite it word for word.

At this time, the purple-robed Taoist was full of surprise, and secretly praised in his heart: "This kid is simply a genius of cultivation!" Then, the purple-robed Taoist taught Nangong Bei a set of mudras, this set of mudras is divided into eight potentials, each of which must be carried out with a spell, and Nangong Bei still memorized it in a moment.

Immediately, the purple-robed Taoist carried Nangong Beiyi up, he put Nangong Bei in the northwest position of the square, and he stood in the southeast of the square, and then he waved his hand at Nangong Bei, which meant that it could start. The two of them, one old and one young, chanted mantras at the same time, and golden light rose from below the square and went straight to the top of the clouds......

The night is like a veil, and the stars are like water:

Tang Feng and Li Shixiu were already fascinated, and they listened to Nangong Bei talk about this, and suddenly stopped. The two of them suddenly came to their senses, and Tang Feng asked, "Then was that sand demon killed by that magic circle later?"

Nangong Bei poured a mouthful of ten miles of drunkenness into his mouth, and replied:

"No, the sand devil can't kill ...... at all"