Villain: I am not good at fighting.

White Lotus Country.

The news of the coming beast tide has already reached the ears of immortal cultivators. Miaoxin, who is in the early stage of Jindan, has mobilized disciples of the Zhen generation to support the front line.

In the entire White Lotus Kingdom and other surrounding countries, there are only a very small number of disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and Miaoxin is the only one in the Core Formation Stage.

He managed to stay on the grounds that he had just been promoted to the Jindan realm and was unstable. The Bailian Kingdom was located behind the beast tide, and to the north was the territory of the Daoxuan Sect.

To the east is the territory of the Hehuan Sect, which is located at the edge of the intersection of the three forces and is separated from the Fengyu Kingdom by more than ten countries.

The mortals here still know nothing about the beast tide. The seven-day White Lotus Ceremony is still going on, and the evening food offering ceremony has just ended.

Lanterns are neatly placed around the golden statue of White Lotus Bodhisattva. Led by the monk who is giving a sermon, the believers kneel down in front of the statue in turn and pray for the Bodhisattva's blessing.

The sky gradually darkened. Twenty miles east of the White Lotus Assembly, a sparsely populated hill suddenly emerged from a demon with scales all over its body, pointy ears and a rat brain.

The pangolin demon was wearing human clothes and carrying a khaki flag on its shoulder. Behind it were two relatively small creatures of the same kind that could not walk upright.

"Young men, cheer up and start working!"

Tonight will be a crazy night. The pangolin demon carried the khaki flag, turned around and climbed to the top of the hill to find the mark he had made before.

It opened its sharp claws and began to dig a hole. With the help of its innate magical powers, it soon dug out a bottomless hole.

"Throw this thing in."

The two younger brothers threw the khaki flag into the pit. The pangolin monster took off the cloth bag wrapped around its waist, opened its mouth and bit it open, then pulled out a dozen glowing stones.

Spiritual stones are minerals formed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They are commonly used in both the human and demon worlds, but in the demon world, demons like to call spiritual stones "demon crystals."

The pangolin monster, holding the monster crystal in both hands, tilted its head and tried hard to recall the human spell taught to it by its superior, the three-tailed hidden fox.

Heaven and earth... Wuji... Qiankun... Borrow, borrow the method..."

After painstakingly reciting the difficult and obscure spell, the pangolin monster's chest and abdomen swelled, and it spewed a breath of light green demonic energy towards the demon crystal in its hand.

Then he threw all the demon crystals into the pit and filled it with soil, cursing under his breath. The human spells always made the demon feel an inexplicable fear.

"Hide, little ones, and don't let any humans get near here."

The khaki flag absorbed the spiritual power of the spiritual stone, the array pattern on it was activated, and an invisible beam of light shot up into the sky at about the same time.

In the other four directions, light pillars of different colors shot up into the sky, interweaving with each other to form a huge energy shield that enveloped the White Lotus Assembly.

The sky was covered with a faint layer of blood, and the believers who were worshipping suddenly discovered that the palm of the left hand of the golden statue of White Lotus Bodhisattva was pinching the orchid finger.

A gray-black fox with three furry tails appeared. It imitated the believers and knelt down to pray.

However, the target of its worship was not the White Lotus Bodhisattva, but the crescent moon dyed by the black wind. The demons worshiped the moon and fed on its essence.

This was a precursor to some kind of ritual. Zhenwang, who had just finished preaching and walked down the stage, was about to take action when the voice of Master Miaoxin rang in his ears.

"Amitabha, whether it is true or false, worship it as it is."

Zhenwang didn't listen. Those were the demon clan. His master, uncles and uncles had all become very abnormal in recent times. Could they have been bewitched by the demon clan?

"Haha, since Master Uncle is here, you can't do whatever you want."

A broad palm pressed on Zhenwang's shoulder. Zhenwang only felt the spiritual power in his body stagnate, and the mysterious gate of his Qi Sea was locked by Miaoxin.

When the initial stage of foundation building faced the initial stage of pill formation, he had no power to resist at all, and Zhenwang raised his head in pain.

"Uncle Master, you have already fallen into the devil's trap. The sea of ​​suffering is endless. It is not too late to turn back!"

Miao Xin ignored him, sealed Zhen Wang's meridians, nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Master brother Zhenwang, you have excellent talent. The White Lotus Bodhisattva cannot be stained by karma. I will use you as the carrier of the blood sacrifice later."

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

In the middle of the beast tide, the old monk Juetu passed Fang Jianyi and came to Xie Xiaoyu enthusiastically. He looked at him with loving eyes and said:

“Hmm~ You are worthy of being Master Lin Luo’s disciple, Junior Brother Xiaoyu, quickly use your Night-Illuminating Purple Eyes to help me find the thief.”

"Uncle Juetu, don't worry. As long as she's still nearby, she won't be able to escape."

Xie Xiaoyu's eyes hinted at the guardian Fang Jianyi, and her pupils changed from dark purple to light purple. In her eyes, the surrounding monsters became transparent like glass.

In the distance, Xiao Hei, whose eyes were red and who was going crazy, suddenly stiffened. His body trembled and curled up. The wounds on his body healed and the blood color in his eyes faded.

"over there!"

Xie Xiaoyu pointed at Xiao Hei who was swimming away quietly and shouted.

Old Monk Juetu looked in the direction Xie Xiaoyu pointed, and happened to meet Xiao Hei's eyes. His pupils had returned to bright black, and his expression seemed a little listless.

But there was holiness surrounding the depths of its pupils, as if a wise monk was pitying the world. If Xiao Hei could speak human language, Jue Tu even felt that it would chant Amitabha before him.

"You evil beast, please don't leave!"

Fang Jian and his guardian Xie Xiaoyu were on both sides, but they did not make a move. The old monk Juetu unfolded his golden body, and a huge, angry-looking Vajra stretched out his big hand to grab Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei was picked up like a loach and opened his bloody mouth.

call out!call out!call out!

Seven magical flying swords flew out of Xiao Hei's mouth one after another, forming a formation and strangling the Vajra Dharma Image. One of them even slashed out a cold icy sword energy.

Vajra Dharmakāya's arm was frozen for a moment. Xiao Hei took advantage of this gap to slip free, spitting out flying swords while running.

In the blink of an eye, twenty-four flying swords formed a sword formation, either separated or combined, blocking the attack of Juetu Fashang and escaping outside.

"Husband, I'm fine. Master Juetu is strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He was injured before. Go and give him a hand."

Using Zhao Ye Zi Tong consumes a lot of physical strength, and Xie Xiaoyu is only in the middle stage of foundation building, so Fang Jianyi never leaves his side.

"Okay, be careful."

The Moying sword behind him was unsheathed, and Fang Jian and the sword became one, transforming into a stream of rainbow and heading straight for Xiao Hei's head in the distance.

In this red dust hell, all living beings suffer.

The white lotus is born, bringing blessings to all directions.

The illusory image of Vajra Bodhi appeared on Xiao Hei's head. It was slender and exquisite, with two heads and four arms.

He holds a red guzheng in front of his chest with both hands, which is very touching. Then he makes a gesture with his left hand and pinches his sword fingers, pretending to control a flying sword. Then his right hand jumps with arcs of electricity, holding a war hammer.

Thumb thump... thump thump...

The strings sounded, the war hammer danced, and it confronted the Vajra Dharma Image head-on. The Lingxiao Sword Formation was like a mad scorpion swinging its tail, attacking Fang Jianyi.

Xiao Hei let out a long roar towards the sky, a rosy glow gushed out from his body, and he flew out in a dashing and heroic figure wearing black armor, reaching the peak of the middle stage of the Jindan stage.

"Hahahaha...long time no see, Brother Fang.

Long time no see, my dear sister~"

In front of Fu Jiang Hei Jia, a high-level giant power talisman was slowly burning. This was the capital that enabled her to confront the late Jindan stage Dharmakaya with the peak of the middle Jindan stage.

A "gift" from Naranze.