In the blink of an eye, Yuantu and Avici traveled a hundred miles. Following the guidance of River Styx's divine sense, they turned into a waterfall and landed in a big city a thousand miles away. The city was built on the black soil, and its style was different from that of the Han Dynasty. The people in the city all had pigtails that resembled a golden rat's tail. River Styx's flying sword fell, and with just one strike, a house that was decorated like a mansion was crushed into pieces.
The nobles and servants inside were all killed by this strike. The Jian Nu nearby were terrified, and they all ran away.
Although River Styx's strike was only a small test, its power was not to be underestimated. In such a big mansion, even the green stones on the steps were chopped into fist-sized pieces. In the whole mansion, only the main hall was protected by a layer of Buddha's aura. A barbarian language was heard from inside, "Junior from the Central Plains! How dare you do this to me? How dare you assassinate the Lord. I will not let you do as you wish! "
When River Styx heard his words, he vaguely denied that he was the one who attracted the two flying swords. He knew that he had failed in his duty. If the Lord knew that he was the one who attracted River Styx, he would probably lose trust in him. Many of the wives and children of the Jian Nu's royal family were in the destroyed mansion. If they died because of it, he would be in trouble.
However, if River Styx was here to assassinate the Lord, it was reasonable for the barbarian monk to react slower. In this way, he could protect the Lord, and not only would he not be at fault, but he would also be meritorious.
Although it was normal for him to scheme like this, he would also lose the bearing of a cultivator, especially a demon. One should know that a real demon never hid himself, and he would not care about a mere Jian Nu's Lord. If River Styx was in his shoes, he would definitely tell the truth, and if the Lord showed any dissatisfaction, he would kill him immediately.
The cruelty of the Heavenly Demon was even worse than that of the Emperor. Thunder and rain were all demon's kindness. It was his honor to die for Old Devil River Styx. It would be a mistake not to be deeply grateful, and he even dared to be dissatisfied.
He immediately mocked Meng Qi in the barbarian language, "Damn bald donkey, I can feel that your psyche is constantly sweeping in front of me, which annoys me. Therefore, I'm taking revenge and sending you back to heaven. Hurry up and kneel down to thank me, so that my flying sword can cut off your head and release you to heaven!"
The Barbaric Monk sneered and said, "How dare you frame me in front of His Highness! It's a pity that I've already cast a restriction on the main hall. Even if you shout at the top of your lungs from the outside, you won't be able to send a single sound in. It's useless no matter what you say! " After saying that, a Buddhist staff turned into a flood dragon and flew out of the hall, fighting with the two swords in the air.
The Barbaric Monk purposely split a wisp of Buddha's aura to project the scene in the sky into the main hall for His Highness to see.
River Styx's two flying swords turned into a ray of sword light. In an instant, the two of them controlled their flying swords and exchanged dozens of blows. River Styx's swords were fierce and his swordsmanship was superb, which surprised the monk. If it wasn't for River Styx intentionally holding back and the Barbaric Monk being here, which made it easy for him to control his treasured weapons, he would have been defeated long ago. Even so, the Barbaric Monk still waved his Buddha's aura majestically, as if he had the upper hand.
River Styx sat thousands of miles away and used his Primordial Spirit to perform his swordsmanship, controlling his sword light to attack the main hall. In just a few rounds, he had already figured out the Barbaric Monk's background. He thought to himself, 'The Buddha's aura of that group of monks is the most annoying. Once it's unleashed, it's like a turtle shell, which takes a lot of effort. Otherwise, when I split my sword light, I would have taken advantage of the flaw in his swordsmanship and killed his corporeal body. Now that he has the Buddha's aura, even though it's not difficult to defeat him, it's impossible to kill him. I might have to reveal some of my true abilities to get rid of this person.'
This dragged on for quite a long time. On the other side, the Yin Soldiers and Devil Corpses of Qiao Family Fortress were slaughtering, killing the fourteen Beilei until he was all alone. Wang Ming, Daoist Master Luo, and his grandson were also surrounded by danger. Those few demon monks and heretics were left, and now those who were alive were trembling with fear, while those who were dead were chewed by the Corpse Soldiers, dripping with blood. It was extremely cruel.
At this moment, the whole city of Jian Nu saw a ray of blood light fighting with the Flood Dragon Buddhist Staff. They recognized the Flood Dragon and knew that it was the staff of an eminent monk in the city. The Barbaric Monk had performed in front of them. Now that they saw the staff, they thought that the Barbaric Monk was fighting against the devil, so they knelt down and started chanting Buddhist scriptures. The people of Jian Nu did not know how to read books. In the past, they were still savages in the mountains, so they were even more pious than the people of the Central Plains.
Their sincere thoughts turned into a force of Psyche Power and went into the Buddha's aura of the Barbaric Monk. It made the Buddha's aura grow by thirty percent.
The Barbaric Monk sensed the replenishment of the Psyche Power. He suddenly felt that his mana was not as strong as before, and his cultivation experience had improved. He knew that it was the help of the people in the city with an unknown force of Psyche Power. Therefore, he did not hesitate to use his mana to release the Buddha's aura, creating many illusions such as Sanskrit chanting, heavenly flowers falling from the sky, golden lotuses emerging from the ground, and many other illusions. There was even a Buddha statue that looked exactly the same as him standing up and singing all kinds of scriptures.
If it were other cultivators, the River Styx could kill them with a flip of his hand if he wanted to waste his mana to bewitch the people.
However, the bald donkeys of the Buddhism Sect kept saying that the six senses of a monk were pure and untainted by worldly thoughts. Each of them was very ostentatious. With his encouragement, the barbarians of Jian Nu became even more pious. They kowtowed with all their might, wishing that they could use their blood to help the Buddha subdue the devil. With the help of the Psyche Power, the empty frame created by the Barbaric Monk was replenished by the Psyche Power and had an extraordinary power.
The whole city was filled with the Buddha's voice. The whole city was connected and emitted boundless Buddha's aura, blocking the two flying swords of the River Styx outside.
The River Styx was not angry. Instead, he laughed and said, "Stupid bald donkey, if you didn't use this trick of bewitching people, I wouldn't be able to do anything to you. However, since you have such an idea, aren't you courting death? When it comes to bewitching and manipulating people's hearts, there are still people who can surpass me in this world! "
He shook the Celestial Demon Drawing. Countless stray thoughts, Yin Devils, and Heavenly Devils sensed all living beings. The demonic thoughts turned into stubborn and superstitious thoughts, turning the whole city of Jian Nu people into believers that the Heavenly Devils sensed. The Heavenly Devils turned into gods and Buddhas in their imagination. They secretly guided, twisted, and implicated their beliefs into themselves. Instantly, the Celestial Demon Drawing was filled with countless stubborn Psyche Power.
River Styx did not accept it. Instead, he continued to send the Buddha's aura to the Barbaric Monk, causing his aura to increase by thirty percent. Countless Yin Devils and thirty-six Heavenly Devils were refining him at the same time. The Barbaric Monk did not know how strong he was and accepted the Psyche Power. Unknowingly, his mana increased rapidly and suddenly broke through his original state. Thirty-six circles of Buddha's aura appeared behind his head.
River Styx performed his sword skills and created all kinds of ferocious Heavenly Devils. He even released the seventy-two Heavenly Devils to attack the city. In reality, he was only putting on a show. Otherwise, if he really used his mana, he would be able to destroy the city in an instant.
However, the Jian Nu people in the city did not know this. They saw the Barbaric Monk as the reincarnation of Buddha.
In reality, the Barbaric Monk's spiritual wisdom had turned into a bit of Devil Psyche. The Heavenly Devils in his consciousness had turned into Flying Heavens and Buddhas. They were chanting scriptures for him at the same time. His Psyche Power and mana increased by leaps and bounds, causing him to be even more immersed in it. His root of wisdom was completely lost. After a while, he was refined by River Styx into a Celestial Demon on the Celestial Demon Drawing. His consciousness was wiped out.
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