The Buddhist words recited by Li Xiuyuan were intended for the whole world to hear in Ding'an City.
So this side of the world understood his voice, the snow in the sky was still falling quietly, the golden light in the sky gradually disappeared, and the snowstorm in the city left no trace on the young man.
Looking at the middle-aged monk on the high platform, who could not see his face clearly like the previous demon king, Li Xiuyuan stepped forward on the thick snow.
The middle-aged man on the high platform looked down at the young man in the snow.
Then, he saw that the boy in front of him was only wearing a pair of cloth shoes.
So he couldn't help but laugh: "No matter how poor you are, you can always afford a pair of animal skin shoes, right?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "Can you tell me, is the demon behind you in Fucheng? Or in Huangzhu?"
In his view, Huangzhu was also a restless place back then, and those stolen children were recovered from Huangzhu City.
Even if the devil is in Huangzhu, he won't be surprised.
The middle-aged monk on the high platform chuckled: "I am the master of this world. Come on, let me see your sword!"
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied: "You don't deserve it!"
After saying that, he waved his fingers, slashed out a faint sword energy, and flew towards the high platform.
Ximen Lone Star followed his gaze and saw that there were thousands more swords appearing around the high platform.
The spiritual sword faced the wind, and as the sword energy from Li Xiuyuan slowly rose, he was not in a hurry to kill the middle-aged monk on the high platform.
However, every spiritual sword exudes terrifying killing intent. When dozens or hundreds of silent sword intents rise out of thin air, this world becomes the world of swords.
These sword intentions did not even need to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in Ding'an City, but they broke through the barrier put up by the middle-aged monk on the high platform.
In the face of such a murderous intention, even a monk like Ximen Lone Star could not breathe freely for a while.
But these countless spiritual swords could not be seen by the middle-aged monk on the high platform, because the sword tips were barely flush with the wooden boards of the high platform.
The middle-aged monk on the high platform died because his companion had died six months ago. In his opinion, he died under the evil spell of the young man in front of him, so he became angry.
He held a handful of sinister black energy in his hand, full of murderous intent.
Quietly, looking at the young man under the high platform, the middle-aged monk suddenly laughed.
He has killed countless monks from the wilderness, and many of them were monks who were in the realm of cave heaven or even the extraordinary realm.
Not to mention that now his master will use the vitality of many creatures in this world to refine the pot of elixirs.
But today, this young man has ruined him and ruined the master's important affairs.
So, he thought that the boy deserved to die!
Even if eight of his companions hadn't died, he would have killed Li Xiuyuan for the sake of those resentful souls that had clearly flown to the high platform and could be taken away by him in the next moment.
Similarly, these resentful souls are also essential for the master to refine the elixir, but now they were sent into reincarnation before the young man waved his hand.
This is cutting off their financial path. Cutting off someone's financial path is a life-or-death enmity.
On the high platform, he slashed out a sword at the young man in the wind and snow... When the sword came out, it didn't bring up much strong wind, and then disappeared into the wind and snow, heading towards the young man.
He knew that the young man could not avoid it because he had no aura.
Therefore, he would sit on the high platform with peace of mind. Even though he was watching his companions die, he did nothing but waited quietly, waiting for the young man to attack him.
The snow is still falling slowly.
Li Xiuyuan watched the demon on the high platform slash out his sword, but he didn't show any expression. He just stood there quietly, looking in Ximen Lone Star's eyes.
It was like his brother was frightened by the monk on the high platform.
The crow sighed softly and croaked to the eagle hovering in the sky: "I said, you idiot, you can go home. Don't be afraid, I'm here."
The flying eagle in the sky was so frightened by the crow that it almost fell from the air. The crow spoke
, could it be a monster?
Even so, it still obeyed obediently and flew back to the eagle's nest in the high archway.
A black sword energy slashed out from the high platform. Before it could fly out of the high platform, it disappeared from the eyes of the middle-aged monk.
He didn't even hear a sonorous echo, the sword energy just disappeared like a cow in the mud.
The spirit sword cuts through the wind silently, and even the strongest mountain in the world will be chopped into pieces in an instant, let alone this demon wearing Buddha's clothes on the high platform.
Ximen Lone Star's eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand something, although he couldn't see the spiritual swords rising one after another.
You must know that the sword struck by the middle-aged monk seemed simple and ordinary, but in his opinion, it was even more terrifying than the sword struck by an ordinary extraordinary monk.
He was even thinking, if he were standing there, could he take the sword?
The middle-aged monk raised his sword and pointed at the young man in the wind and snow, but a wave of emotions arose in his heart. Even now, he still thinks that the young man in front of him is just a magician.
And since he cut through the wind and snow with his sword, he could also cut off the boy's head.
So he didn't believe it, let out a roar, and slashed with his sword again.
But this sword was completely different from last time. This time he jumped up from the futon, stepped out of the wooden shed, jumped up, and slashed down with a sword in the air...
It should be said that he used all his cultivation to strike a sword at the young man in the wind and snow.
This sword carries a cold and stiff aura, and even a faint black mist, trying to cut through the wind and snow, and chop off the young man's head into the wind and snow.
"Ding!" sounded, and the middle-aged monk who had not yet landed in the air was shocked. He felt as if he was chopped on a huge boulder.
He flew out instantly, and the terrifying sword energy went somewhere.
The young man remained still, looking in the eyes of the guards.
Everything in front of them seemed to have stopped, because when they saw the young man drawing his sword, the middle-aged monk on the high platform flew back.
"Boom!" There was a sound, but it was the middle-aged monk who flew upside down in the sky, and in an instant, he knocked down the wooden shed on the high platform.
Then the incense burner, candles, and countless yellow paper offerings on the high platform all fell to the high platform.
The snowflakes fell slowly, and the still scene was restored instantly. The high platform and the upper part looked particularly strange... Then the fallen wooden sheds almost buried the middle-aged monk inside.
Countless debris and snowflakes all over the sky fell into the ruins of the high platform, trying to bury the demon.
However, where can the sins in the world be covered up by a snowstorm?
The cold wind blew in, bringing with it pieces of snowflakes, blowing on the earth and in the sky, like a pair of big hands pulling out the ruins of a middle-aged monk whose monk's robes had been reduced to pieces.
The middle-aged monk frowned slightly. He was a little surprised that the boy's magic was too powerful, right?
However, in his eyes, the young man clearly did nothing, as if there were two hands and a sword fighting with him in the wind and snow.
In this case, he had to deal with the young man in the snow first.
He knew that in order to solve the troubles in Ding'an City, he would have to first defeat this young man in front of him who was just like a mortal, possessing terrifying magic.
Then, the middle-aged man in a rage waved his sleeves and shook away the pieces of his shirt. It was like rolling up thousands of piles of snow in an instant, turning into flying swords and slashing in all directions.
As he waved his sleeves, a black mist gradually filled the surroundings. The monk in the black mist transformed at this moment, taking on the most familiar appearance of Li Xiuyuan and Ximen Lone Star.
On the high archway, the flying eagle in the eagle's nest was dumbfounded because it couldn't see it.
The crow was also dumbfounded, thinking that it was just a different world, why did the appearance of this demon also change?
Only Ximen Guxing sighed and said leisurely: "Princess, do you see clearly? What we invited is not the Buddha, but the demon on the Shura battlefield."
Li Qiushui in the wine shop was stunned, looked at Huangfu Qingmei in front of him and asked: "What kind of monster is this in front of you?"
Huangfu Qingmei replied faintly: "Sister, you have never been to the Shura battlefield. These are the demons we faced back then. How did these guys come to the wilderness?"
At this moment, Huangfu Qingmei was deeply shocked again.
When the young man entered the city, he had already seen the demons in Ding'an City before he had a detailed chat with her, but she and Ximen Lone Star saw nothing.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but hold Li Qiushui's hand and said, "Sister, this is a nightmare."
In the City Lord's Mansion, inside the Flower City, Wang Lianhua was so angry that she could not speak.
It turned out that the monk they paid to bring salvation to all sentient beings from the Buddhist temple outside the city turned out to be a demon with a pair of black horns.
She was so angry that she murmured to herself: "Fortunately, the boy is back."
Zhuang Waner sighed softly: "It is said that cause and effect never fails. Could it be that the mistakes we made back then led to the bad consequences today?"
Wang Lianhua shook her head: "I'll ask that guy when this matter is over."
On the high platform, the transformed demon still held the black sword in his hand. The difference was that he opened his mouth and sprayed a stream of flames towards the young man under the high platform.
The flames were like a magic dragon, heading towards Li Xiuyuan, and would engulf the young man in the next moment.
Li Xiuyuan still did not move, but sent a message to Ximen Lone Star: "If you haven't gathered your troops yet, leave the city immediately to slay the demon!"
Ximen Lone Star turned to the guard leader beside him and shouted: "Go, gather three thousand guards, follow me out of the city to slay the devil!"
The crow let out a cheer and said to Li Xiuyuan in the snow: "I want to eat barbecue when I get back."
Li Xiuyuan waved his hand and told him to get down to business.
Following the waving of his sleeves, countless rays of faint golden light shot out from the edge of the high platform instantly.
When asked why Shura subdued demons and slayed demons on the battlefield back then, it was naturally the divine dragon that traveled through the nine heavens and ten earths... Today the divine dragon is not here, but the golden sword is even better than before.
Back then, when he faced thousands of troops from Wangtian City, he broke through the south city gate with one sword and rode away on a white horse.
When he returned to Ding'an City today, he was no longer the little monk in the distraction realm.
The most important thing is that there is a demon-suppressing formation around the high platform. Even if the demons on the high platform come from outside Tianyu City, they are far inferior to the formation he imprinted here.
Within his formation, there is a world, a world that only belongs to him, a world filled with sword energy.
Until this moment, he still did not take out the Samsara Sword. Instead, he waved his sleeves and chopped out the faint golden light, which instantly turned into a sword array.
"Ouch..."
In the wind and snow, a group of guards even heard the demon's roar, which was like a burst of demonic sound. It made a hundred guards' lips bleed and their faces instantly turned pale.
As soon as the magic dragons in the sword array met, black mist flew around and golden light shone everywhere!
Standing in the wind and snow, Li Xiuyuan had the power of a Ding'an City.
In the wind and snow outside the huge city lord's mansion, except for Li Xiuyuan, there was no one walking by. The world was silent, so today was a battlefield between Buddha and demon.
Li Qiushui thought for a while and said to Huangfu Qinglian in front of him: "Let's go, we can go to a different place for tea."
Huangfu Qinglian sighed and said with a wry smile: "Only when this guy comes back can we find happiness in the midst of suffering."
The two of them closed the door of the wine shop, held two oil-paper umbrellas, and walked quietly through the wind and snow.
"This city is the Buddha's world, not yours."
Li Xiuyuan murmured to himself that even though he has been away for countless years, his memory is still imprinted here, so his people are here.
Even the Buddha in his divine sea is imprinted here.
