I saw the snow, the snowflakes flying, sprinkling.
I saw the rain, splashing foam, and the tide surging.
Faint thunder, hazy weather.
All Souls Island.
The night is blue, and the sea is surging with silver scales.
The sky and the sea are all gloomy, except for the huge island in the middle of the sky, which exudes a charming multicolored light.
It's colorful, it's tempting, but it's also dangerous.
Dozens of defensive arrays restrained the entire Wanling Island like an iron barrel.
Impermeable, dripping water does not enter.
Some formations were cold, and snowflakes were flying in the air.
Some formations condense moisture, and rain splashes down in the air.
The black clouds hung low, flying away against the islands, like hazy weather.
Faint thunder.
In this castle where the power of the five elements is intertwined, people are like dust, like ants.
On the square, there is a solemn, even solemn atmosphere.
But the people in the square would never know that the island of all souls they guarded had already become an empty city at this moment.
The insidious human heart and the competition for interests are the timeless symphony of the cultivation realm.
In the deep sea, the Sea Clan King City has already become a mound of ruins.
Thang Long Square has changed, potholed and fragmented, and is no longer a square.
The golden lotus platform was still floating in the air, and many masters of the Demon Clan's Transformation Stage stood in the sky, their faces full of indifference.
Above their heads was the endless ocean, and in the distance they could see many black ribbons swaying in the water, which turned out to be seaweed.
The air was damp and fishy, and the cold wind was blowing, making the clothes of the demons sway, and the tips of their hair swaying.
Although the demon monks are brutal and ruthless, they have to survive.
No matter in any interface, in front of any creature, survival is always the most important first rule.
Only by living can we do other things.
This point, regardless of immortals and demons, regardless of Buddhism.
Only existence is everything.
And the ultimate goal of countless monks is to live forever.
However, resources are always limited.
If these demons want to survive, they must plunder the resources of the human world.
It's a terrible thing.
But fortunately, the truth in the cultivation realm is that the weak eat the strong, and the strong can always grab food, clothing, shelter, and even everything from the mouth of the weak.
For the strong, especially for the strong of the demon race, the weak have no value in existence.
It doesn't make sense.
But this world just doesn't make sense, because the big fist is always in control of the truth.
Fortunately, although the Demon Monk's fist was powerful, the Tianmo Grand Mage seemed to be more resistant to beating.
Spear and shield, demon and Buddha.
Or it can be said that evil and justice, or violence and mercy.
This is almost the most perfect pair of opponents in the cultivation realm, with different beliefs, different cultivations, and different morals.
But in the world, how can there be true justice?
Without evil justice, is it still justice, at best, I am afraid that it is just a competition of interests after wrapping a beautiful coat No wonder some people say that the cultivation realm is synonymous with the word profit.
At least, at this moment, in the eyes of the demons, this world is probably full of malice.
Because above their heads, a group of monks came at some point.
Monks are very common, with a shaved head and a robe, anyone can say that they are monks.
However, it is probably not common for monks who can take out a Buddha light relic one after another without hurrying.
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Eighteen monks came, and they found eighteen Buddha light relics.
The bright light of the Buddha was like a dazzling sun for a while, illuminating the entire Thang Long Square.
In the same way, the faces of those demons are as white as snow.
"Just kidding" The pupils of the old man of the Xuanjia Demon Clan first shrank sharply, as if his eyes were sparked by the light of the Buddha in the sky.
But the next moment, he closed his eyes and turned pale.
Because at this moment, eighteen Buddhist monks of the Transformation Stage slowly appeared in the air.
They emerged from the relics, and most of them sat cross-legged with kind expressions.
Some of them hold a sutra in their hands, and some of them have a fierce face, shaped like a demon vajra, and hold a Buddhist magic weapon.
After appearing, they all set their eyes on the many demon monks in the field, and then their faces gradually changed color.
If it is said that when they first appeared before, it was the appearance of sitting peacefully in front of the disciples of the sect.
At this moment, the many Buddhist monks who have changed their expressions are the first ones they have since they came here.
The strange thing is that the one who looks kind is still the one who is kind.
The face is majestic, and it is still majestic, and there is almost no change at all.
But vaguely, the temperament has completely changed.
There was an oppressive force that was almost imperceptible, but like an iron curtain and a mountain, and it was crushed on many demon monks.
Perhaps, this kind of oppressive force is just the delusion of many demon monks, and it does not exist.
However, the Demon Cultivators of the Transformation Stage in the field all felt their throats tighten at this moment, and their hearts were all shrunk together, almost making it difficult for them to breathe.
Some people swallowed and foamed, and there was no trace of madness on their faces.
Fear, fear.
Unbelievable, unspeakable.
Finally, all of them turned into the iron blue color of the old man in Xuanjia.
But unlike people, no matter how fearful and desperate they were, they straightened their backs and stood in place, ready for the storm.
Although, most likely, they will not be able to make it through.
It's not fair There is no fairness or unfairness in the Xiuzhen world, only whose fist is big.
Now, it was clear that the fists of the Buddhist monks were even bigger, even big enough to shake the worlds.
When Li Sen and the others left the robe world with doubts on their faces, they were already on the empty and cold sea.
No one knows how the last battle on Thang Long Square ended.
It was the world of the Buddha and the devil, and it was also the world of the dead.
Everything, whether it was blood or conspiracy, I am afraid that only the only old monk who survived and returned alive knew.
He was dressed in a brocade robe and held a nine-ring tin staff, and he had been coughing heavily, almost coughing out his lungs, and seemed to be extremely injured.
It was he who released Li Sen and others out of the robe world, but he just shouted the Buddha horn to everyone, and then dragged his somewhat lonely back and flew away.
Seeing this, Li Sen and the others were silent for a long time in addition to silence.
In the end, only the Great Elder of the Sea Clan was alone, and he threw himself into the sea without saying a word.
In the depths of the ocean.
At this moment, the Sea Clan King City was not even in ruins, and it was all white.
There was only a large, deep pit, bare before his eyes.
The Grand Master of Tianmo has disappeared.
The demons have also disappeared.
The spatial passage, which was as dark as a deep pool, also disappeared.
In the entire sea tribe royal city, except for the terrifying huge pit, only the sand and gravel floating in the sea water were left.
Occasionally, there is blood, and naturally there is blood.
But only the Great Elder of the Sea Clan witnessed that scene.
The old man of the Xuanjia Demon Clan, half-kneeling in the deepest part of the giant pit with empty eyes, tried very hard to support his body with his sword, and did not fall.
And behind him, there was a very bloody demon pestle.
The demon pestle was very cold, but it burned all the blood of this demon head, and cut off its vitality.
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In the deepest pit of the ocean, this demon is the only one, and nothing else.
But for some reason, when the Great Elder of the Sea Clan saw this scene, not only did he not have any joy that the demon had been killed, but an indescribable sadness surged in the depths of his heart.
The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and the thing hurts it or something.
Anyway, he still waved his sleeves.
So the violent undercurrent swelled wildly from the deepest part of the ocean.
In just a moment, both this corpse and all the sins in it were swept away by this sleeve, and no trace was found.
Peace has once again returned to the human world.
But the Great Elder of the Sea Clan knew that those remaining demons were not all dead, and they would make a comeback sooner or later.
It's their fate.
Perhaps, it is also the bureau of Buddhism
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