The black bird fell, and the image reflected by the spirit pearl also changed rapidly. Mingchen used the Bi’an Ding to help Yue step into the Heavenly Witch. The three disasters disappeared, and the human race prospered.

However, the good times did not last long. The dead totems returned for unknown reasons, and the living totems began to become demonic!
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The green mountains are stacked up one after another, like the surging waves on the sea, surging, majestic and magnificent. The misty clouds that are sometimes far away and sometimes near, sometimes close, dissipate in the fireflies, illuminating the temples and Taoist temples.

The Taoist temple is simple and quiet, while the Buddhist temple is luxurious and solemn. The two buildings are built facing each other, with the Three Pure Ones facing the Buddha. Taoist rhymes and Sanskrit sounds are intertwined, fluttering in the wind, forming a barrier in the mountains that can be entered but not exited. This is the location of the Qilin, one of the demonized totems.

Qilin, the chief of the Four Spirits, combines a lion’s head, deer’s horns, tiger’s eyes, elk’s body, dragon’s scales and an ox’s tail in one. Its tail is hairy like a dragon’s tail and it has a fleshy horn, making it a beast of good fortune.

The so-called Four Spirits are the four spiritual beasts of unicorn, phoenix, tortoise and dragon. They can also refer to the legendary four divine emperors Cangdi, Huangdi, Baidi and Heidi, the gods in charge of the four directions of east, west, south and north in mythology, and the four constellations.

The corpse of the Qilin is still there in the forbidden area, but another one has appeared here. The only thing to be thankful for is that its strength is not unmatched!
A roar was heard, the barrier began to vibrate, the mountains collapsed, and the Qilin leaped up with unrivaled force and fell towards the Taoist temple and the Buddhist temple, but was blocked by the imperceptible light film.

“Tai, you evil creature, this road is blocked, please stay here for me today!” A figure rushed out of the Taoist temple and used the power of the barrier to knock back the Qilin that wanted to break through.

The figure was old and hunched, his face was covered with wrinkles, his hair was white, and his robes seemed a bit too big for him. “Old bald donkey, Yue has already led the beast here, it’s time for us to get to work!”

It’s a pity that my grandson has just been born. It seems that I can’t enjoy this family happiness.

The Qilin roared, its bloodshot eyes turned scarlet, and it rushed over again!

The old monk in the temple came out tremblingly, leaning on his Zen stick, and stood with the old Taoist priest, squinting at the Qilin rushing over. “What a pity, such a good auspicious beast…”

The dimensional hand appeared out of thin air and slammed the Qilin into the ground, leaving a huge palm print. The Qilin struggled to jump out, its eyes red and countless pieces of gravel surrounding it. It was obvious that it had not suffered any damage. For it, this level of attack would only cause some pain at most.

“Didn’t you say you never kill?”

“That one doesn’t count.”

……

“Cough cough… I’m really old. I can’t bear it anymore. Old bald donkey, are you still able to do it?” The old Taoist priest crashed into the mountain and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. Gravel rolled down and his already incomplete Taoist robe became even more tattered.

The old monk stood in front of the old Taoist priest, holding a wooden Buddha statue with Buddhist instruments to block the violent Qilin.

“According to the current state, I can control it for ten breaths at most.” Cracks on the staff continued to spread, and blood oozed out of the old monk’s six orifices.

The Qilin collided with the Buddha statue, and hot blood spilled all over the mountains and forests. A bloody hole in its left chest gradually healed. A silver-green sword pierced its left eye, and the pain made it even more violent.

The old Taoist took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the spot. The old monk understood what he meant. His skinny body began to swell and turned into a nine-meter-tall giant. Blood-red animal patterns emerged, and at the same time, seven incarnations appeared, each occupying a different place.

They are the seven Buddhas of the past: Vipaśyin Buddha, Sikhin Buddha, Viśvabhu Buddha, Krakucāra Buddha, Kanagamuni Buddha, Kāśyapa Buddha, and Sakyamuni Buddha.

“The Buddha said: It cannot be explained…” The old monk put his hands together, and faced the power of heaven and earth borrowed by Qilin without dodging or evading. No matter whether it was heavenly fire or earthly evil, it could not get close to him at all.

Bai Jue was a little surprised as he watched this passing scene. This should be a type of Chaos-based technique, but being able to use a super-class body to perform moves close to forbidden spells was truly extraordinary!

The seven incarnations formed a formation, and the enormous pressure knocked the Qilin to the ground, making it unable to move, and cracks began to appear on the animal patterns on the old monk’s body.

The old Taoist gathered all his strength in his palms. Dark clouds began to gather. He opened his eyes and saw strands of lightning entwining around him. The punishment from heaven was directed at Qilin.

Thunder magic nine heavens divine ban!
The Qilin struggled frantically, and although its Dharma image was shaken, it was ultimately unable to break free. The lightning in the sky was enough to threaten it.

The old Taoist priest did not stop his hand movements. He made a seal with his hands and starlight from the four directions as the source fell and formed seven stars, aiming at the soul.

Forbidden Seven Star Soul Destroying Technique!
The Buddha statue was shattered, and the old monk fell to the ground, unconscious. The signs of old age were becoming more and more intense. The old Taoist priest leaned next to him, looking even more hunched, and his eyes were dull. At most three days, his life would be over.

“Hahahaha, we are still alive and can go back to have a look. There are no regrets, no regrets…” The old Taoist grinned.

The surroundings were in a mess, with gullies everywhere. The Qilin had long disappeared. After its soul was destroyed, its body was blown away by the wind, leaving no trace.

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A high moon hangs alone in the night sky, with a few stars weakly guarding beside it. The silvery moonlight is sprinkled on the ground, and the mournful chirping of crickets can be heard everywhere. The fragrance of the night permeates the air, weaving a soft net that makes people fall into it and cannot extricate themselves.

“Master, why did you come out?” In the courtyard, Yue carefully supported the elderly Mingchen. Since the day she broke through the Heavenly Witch, Mingchen had aged to this state. “If you have anything to do, just ask me to do it…”

Ming Chen trembled and made a gesture of silence, looking at the sky quietly. The faint fluorescent light filled the sky above the yard, circling around and then dissipating.

The wind was gentle, and then gradually became wild and unrestrained, with an imperceptible whimper.

“The Bi’an is almost transformed into a demon. It comes to us to ask for death. My old bones are also coming to the end!” Ming Chen sighed. His dark and hoarse voice gradually became clear again. His dry and wrinkled skin began to become plump. At this moment, he regained his youth, just like when he first saw him.

“…” Yue wanted to say something, but no sound came out, and she was unable to move. She could only watch her master leave.

Bi’an, also known as Xianzhang, is the son of the dragon, the eldest of the scaled insects. It looks like a tiger, likes litigation, but is powerful. It is still used to decorate prison doors.

A tiger roared, and Mingchen stood in the air, refusing to give in to the Bi’an that was hundreds of times more powerful than himself.

If it were under normal circumstances, Mingchen, who was exhausted, would not have enough ability to resist it and could only rely on layout and human lives to trap Bi’an. But now Bi’an was determined to die, so the situation was completely different.

“Roar!” Bi’an roared in a low voice, but never left that small piece of sky. It was restraining itself.

Mingchen held the pen and carved slowly. Each stroke seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The pen body was crystal white and was carved from jade marrow. The tip of the pen was clearly visible, as if it was made from the treasure of the Qilin in the past.

Act according to your heart, no matter if you follow the will of heaven or go against it. Use your soul as your guide and your pen as your sword to paint the world.

The world turned into a world of ink and wash, this is Mingchen’s unique state of mind… the bright moon, the river, the vast ocean, the starry sky, the mountains, the glaciers, everything turned into a word of farewell…

“The only thing that makes one sad and heartbroken is separation.”

——Partridge Sky!

The soul disappeared and the head was chopped off. Bi’an had no chance to struggle and died directly. Ming Chen did not see the final outcome. He turned into starlight and dissipated when he made the last stroke.

Come sleep with me, my old friend.

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The starlight was crushed by the waves, and the night at the seaside was like a woven dream, peaceful and quiet. But the waves were suddenly no longer as peaceful and tranquil as usual, and surged over like a black beast’s mouth. From time to time, dazzling lightning was like a sharp blade, forcing the sea water to rise up, covering the sky with an overwhelming momentum, and heavy rain began to rage, as dense as a waterfall.

A figure in a black robe stood on the shore, the light passing by illuminated his appearance. He looked to be in his thirties, with a face like a sculpture with distinct features, and dark gold eyes that carried a deep chill.

The wind mixed with rain lifted his hood, and his silver hair floated in it. The water droplets hit his body like smoke, fog, and dust.

A huge monster rises and falls in the waves. It is Bixi, also known as Guifu, Tianxia, ​​Longgui, etc. It is the sixth son of the nine sons of the dragon, the eldest auspicious beast of the scaled insects. It looks like a turtle and likes to carry heavy loads. It is the turtle under the monument.

Among the disasters now, the threat posed by Bixi is the greatest. The already broken mountains and rivers cannot withstand the flooding of the vast sea. Now, 30% of the land has been turned into the sea.

“Huh…” The man slowly exhaled a breath of white air. Frost began to condense around him, snowflakes drifted away, and a thick ice wall rose up, blocking the incoming tide.

He is the guardian of this Bixi totem. He has known it since childhood and has a deep relationship with it. Now that Bixi has turned into a demon, he is most heartbroken.

There was darkness between the vast sky and earth. No stars or moon could be seen. Rainwater flowed down my clothes, and at first it was like beads that had broken off the string. Gradually, it formed a line and turned into ice crystals when it fell to the ground.

The man has always liked rainy nights, so peaceful, so beautiful, and the misty feeling is like a dream, but now he doesn’t like it anymore. Now he prefers snow.

The pouring rain gradually turned into snow like willow catkins and reed catkins, white and pure, but also harbouring murderous intent. The ice spread from under his feet, and the sea surface within a hundred miles including the Bixi was frozen in an instant. The ice wall and the frozen sea tide shattered, and dust-like ice crystals surrounded the man.

“Crack… crack” the ice layer broke, which did not cause any hindrance to Bixi, and even made it more powerful. Bixi itself is a master at using water and ice, and mere mortals cannot compete with it.

The icy dust gathered above the head of Bixi and turned into a stone tablet that pressed down. It was covered with intricate runes, looking ancient and timeless.

The Demon-Suppressing Stele is the totem vessel of Bixi and the foundation for men to fight against Bixi.

The Bixi did not dodge or evade. It still had some intelligence left and was unwilling to move any further, but its instinct made it struggle! The huge monument fell and pressed it back into the sea.

The sea that was about to cause a storm and a tsunami calmed down under the force of suppression. Confining the battlefield to the sea gave the people living on the shore time to evacuate. This was one of the man’s goals.

“You are still conscious now, right? Don’t worry, I will find a way to save you no matter what!” The man talked to himself as he looked at Bixi who wanted to stir up waves again. The prerequisite for achieving all this was to control Bixi.

The tide surged up layer by layer, and was then broken into dust by the ice. The man and the Bixi fought for control of the nearby sea area. Water mist and ice dust filled the air, forming a clear boundary.

Bixi seemed to be tired of this back-and-forth struggle, and the light of its spiritual wisdom was fading. It opened its big mouth, and its dark blue breath carried an infinite chill that enveloped the place where the man was, leaving behind a human-shaped statue.

The turtle’s paw fell and shattered the ice sculpture. Blood could be vaguely seen in it. The ants that blocked it were already dead. It was about to start a killing spree!
Bixi roared towards the sky, as if declaring its majesty, but the roar stopped abruptly and turned into a cry of pain!
Scarlet hot blood flowed down its back, the carapace cracked, and a huge black and red spear was nailed in the middle, leaving only the tail of the spear outside. The man stood at the tail of the spear, looking down at the Bixi.

The Demon-Suppressing Stele fell down, pressing the Bixi to the bottom of the sea.

The clean and light snow fluttered in the sky like catkins, falling down, and the scarlet blood was wiped away bit by bit.

Feather-like snow lingered around the man, dancing in the wind.

As soft as a light song, as gorgeous as a dream, nothing seems real.

There were more and more feathers, and the Bixi kept its head raised stiffly, it was frozen.

From the open mouth, the wound on the carapace, the fragile eyes, and the connection between the tortoise shell and the flesh, countless feathers pierce through and surround it, and blood-colored flowers bloom.

“Please sleep here for a while.” The man lowered his eyelids, and fine and dense wounds spread on his body.

ended……

He must find a way to solve the problem of demonization before the Demon-Suppressing Monument becomes ineffective!
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Under the influence of the wind, sand waves surged forward, gravel flew, the sky was dark and the earth was gloomy. This was the world of sand, where no one could stand.

Seven figures dressed in animal skins walked against the sand waves in the moonlight, approaching their target under Yue’s guidance.

Jiuli, a tribe that originated from ancient times and has been passed down to this day, has a close connection with the totem guardians.

Now that a great disaster has struck, we must of course offer all possible assistance.

Xiezhi, also known as Xiezhi and Jiezhi, is a beast. The big ones are as big as an ox and the small ones are as small as a sheep. It is similar to the Qilin, with thick black hair all over its body, bright and lively eyes, a horn on its forehead, human-like, with eyes wide open, able to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, loyalty from treachery, and is a symbol of bravery and justice.

After becoming a demon, it was completely the opposite.

“Li Yue!” When the outline of a beast appeared on the horizon, the middle-aged man who was the leader of the seven people shouted softly and took out a broken spear from his arms.

The girl at the end of the team understood what was going on. She grasped the hilt of her spear and chanted softly, and obscure runes floated out.

The oldest man dressed as a priest also closed his eyes, his breath gradually faded, and his whole body disappeared into the night.

A huge black monster approached from the air, like the body of a lion, but also like a sheep, with a horn on its head, and its huge claws pressing down, carrying wind blades that were difficult to resist.

The leader shouted loudly, beast patterns appeared, his body grew rapidly, he rushed forward and took it on.

“Kill!” The roar shook the sky, and the hot blood soaked the desert.

After a long time, the sky was about to brighten, and the Xiezhi was covered with wounds. Its hot blood was spilled on the desert, and the madness and brutality in the beast’s eyes seemed to be seeping out.

Although it looked seriously injured, it was actually only a superficial wound. In contrast, the leader of the Jiuli tribe had fallen in a pool of blood, breathing weakly, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

The girl Li Yue’s chanting was nearing its end. The Xiezhi let out a painful roar, and a broken spear was pulled out from its abdomen, carrying some internal organs with it.

But even after suffering such a severe blow, its aura did not weaken at all, instead it became even more ferocious. The remaining four people tried their best but only injured one of its eyes, and then they were severely injured one by one and were on the verge of death.

Chains appeared in the void and bound the Xiezhi, fixing it in place and saving the people who were about to be killed. The body of the old priest became increasingly withered and gloomy, and it seemed that he would die soon.

Yue seized the opportunity and stabbed the Xiezhi’s head with the borrowed Yazi sword. The waterfall of blood soaked her whole body, and the spell spread over Xiezhi’s body.

Xiezhi struggled, fell to the ground, and slowly lost his life…

(End of this chapter)