Villain: The hostess collapsed after killing the woman to preach

Afafu stood on the city wall and looked at the battlefield further west.

On the vast battlefield in the west of the continent, gunpowder smoke spread like the tentacles of a devil, and the shouts of killing were like rolling thunder, shaking the earth.

The Shura Cult was like a dark army from hell, ruthlessly crushing the army of the ancient kingdom of Galan with an unstoppable black torrent.

The black armor of the Shura sect members was like fragments of the night, exuding the breath of death.

The bloodthirsty light in their eyes was like the fire of karma burning in an endless abyss, which was terrifying.

The various weapons in their hands flashed ferociously in the sunlight. Every time they were swung, it was like the scythe of the god of death, bringing about a bloody storm and ruthlessly reaping the soldiers of the ancient country of Galan.

Although the army of the ancient country of Galan was dressed in gorgeous armor, the exquisite patterns on the armor once symbolized glory and strength, but now it seemed vulnerable under the impact of the Shura Sect.

The army was arranged in neat square formations, and the soldiers were ready for battle. Although there was fear in their eyes, there was more determination to defend their homeland.

However, the Shura Cult's attack was as fierce as a storm, and every charge was like a surging wave, severely hitting the defense line of the ancient kingdom of Galan.

Under the crazy attack of the Shura Cult, the army of the ancient kingdom of Galan gradually showed signs of defeat.

Corpses piled up like mountains and blood gathered into rivers, flowing on this once peaceful land.

The leader of the Shura Sect, Ashura, is a nightmare-like existence.

His huge body was like a god descending from heaven, but it was filled with endless evil. Every inch of his skin was as hard as steel, exuding a despairing aura, as if he was the strongest fortress in the world.

No matter whether it was the swords of the soldiers of the ancient country of Galan that were slashing with all their strength, or the powerful spells that the monks unleashed with all their spiritual power, the moment they touched his body, they were as powerless as an ant trying to shake a tree. They could only create a faint spark on his body surface, but could not cause him any substantial harm!

At this moment, Afaf's beautiful face looked a little pale because of worry, her brows were furrowed, and her deep eyes were full of solemnity.

The gorgeous armor she wore still shone in the sun, but now it felt more like a heavy burden.

She knew very well that if this continued, the army of the ancient kingdom of Galan would be wiped out, and that would be a catastrophic disaster.

"All troops, listen up and prepare to withdraw!"

Afaf's voice echoed on the battlefield. Although it was firm and powerful, it could not hide the helplessness and anxiety in it.

However, the Shura Cult's offensive was like a surging tide, one wave after another, leaving the army of the ancient Galan Kingdom no chance to breathe.

Although the order to withdraw had been issued, it was difficult to execute. The soldiers were constantly attacked during the retreat, the troops in the rear were dispersed, and the soldiers in the front were caught in a bitter battle. The number of casualties was rising sharply, and lives were lost every moment on this bloody battlefield.

At this extremely critical and vital moment, a melodious and solemn Buddhist chanting suddenly came from the distant sky.

The sound of the Buddhist chant was like a ray of hope, penetrating the haze on the battlefield.

I saw a bald monk with a huge halo behind his head riding an elephant slowly coming towards me. If Ning Jie was there, he would have discovered that this was the Holy Son of Buddhism today - Sha Xin!

The killer monk was a group of Buddhists who came to support like a sacred angel descending.

The face of the Shaxin monk was as calm as water, like an ancient Buddha, but his eyes were filled with an unwavering Buddha light, which seemed to be able to dispel all evil in the world.

He held a demon-subduing pestle in his hand, and the runes on the pestle flashed with mysterious power, emitting bursts of peaceful yet majestic aura.

He walked towards Asura step by step. With every step he took, a dazzling golden lotus grew under his feet. The golden lotus bloomed, emitting a soft light, temporarily dispelling the blood and darkness around it.

When Asura saw the murderous monk coming, a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and a gleam of excitement flashed in his eyes, which was filled with desire for battle and enthusiasm for killing.

He laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the battlefield like thunder:

"It's you again, bald ass, Sha Xin. You came at the perfect time. I will fight you today!"

After saying that, he waved the sickle in his hand that was emitting a strange light. The black spiritual power on the sickle was like a spirit snake, and rushed towards the murderous monk. The momentum seemed to bring the whole world under his death sickle.

The monk Shaxin's expression remained unchanged, as calm as water. He faced Ashura's attack and rushed towards him with steady and determined steps.

He swung the demon-subduing pestle in his hand, creating arcs of golden light, and fought with Asura.

In an instant, the two of them simultaneously displayed their great magical powers, transforming into three heads and six arms. Their Dharma images stood tall and upright, like the gods of war from ancient mythology. Each arm wielded a powerful weapon, and each attack contained the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Asura's black spiritual power was like a surging sea of ​​demons, with rolling waves, and each wave carried a breath of destruction, trying to drown the murderous monk.

The black spiritual energy transformed into various ferocious demon shapes, pouncing towards the murderous monk with fangs and claws.

The golden Buddha light of the Shaxin monk was like the dazzling sun, shining brightly, covering everything around it in sacred light.

The Buddha's light transformed into countless golden arrows and swords, colliding with the shape of the devil. Every collision erupted with strong energy fluctuations, like small suns exploding on the battlefield, shining brightly and illuminating the entire dim battlefield.

The surrounding soldiers and believers all dodged. In front of such a powerful force, they were like fragile ants. If they were not careful, they would be affected by the energy fluctuations and shattered to pieces.

The battle has entered a fierce stage!

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On the other side, in the time and space one hundred thousand years ago, Ning Jie was rushing towards the Human Emperor City.

Along the way, he witnessed countless heartbreaking and tragic scenes.

The once prosperous and bustling city has now turned into ruins, like a picture of the end of the world unfolding before his eyes. Ruined walls can be seen everywhere, like silent narrators, telling people about the brutal war that once took place here.

On the streets of the city, the bodies of the people were lying all over the place, some still with terrified expressions, as if they had seen the most terrifying demon in the world in the last moment of their lives.

The air was filled with the sickening smell of death and blood. The smell was as strong as substance, weighing heavily on people's hearts, making people feel extremely depressed and desperate.

Ning Jie stopped for a while in a city that had not yet been completely conquered, but the city had also been eroded by the war and was riddled with holes.

The eyes of the survivors in the city were empty, filled with fear and helplessness. Ning Jie asked a dying monk for information. The monk stood there trembling, his body looking particularly weak due to pain.

He said in a hoarse voice:

"Now that the Human Emperor has failed to ascend and suffered a heavy blow, it's like the sky has fallen for us. Wu Jin is an ambitious guy. He took the opportunity to stir up trouble and recruit forces from all sides to expand his own power. Now, the Human Emperor City is almost surrounded by the Wu Clan's army, and our small place is powerless to resist. Those Wu Clan people are like demons, and wherever they go, there is a mess."

After hearing this, Ning Jie felt a surge of anger in his heart and fell into deep thought.

"No wonder Wu Jin started the first war of chaos at this time. It turns out that the Human Emperor failed to ascend and his strength was damaged!"

He knew very well that if Wu Jin's conspiracy succeeded, the world would be plunged into endless darkness and the people would live in dire straits.

But this was a time and space of 100,000 years ago. If he really intervened, would it change the future?

Ning Jie was a little hesitant, but after careful consideration, he decided to destroy Wu Jin's plan. Perhaps if Wu Jin died, the future would be changed!

A bold and adventurous idea gradually formed in his mind. He planned to pretend to join the Witch Clan, and when the Witch Clan surrounded the Human Emperor City, he would join forces with the Human Emperor to completely defeat the Witch Clan.

After making up his mind, Ning Jie came to a city occupied by the Wu clan.

In this city, the people of the Wu clan patrolled the streets arrogantly and bullied the people in the city at will.

Ning Jie deliberately displayed his cultivation level at the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and the powerful fluctuations of spiritual power instantly attracted the attention of the Witch Clan.

They looked at Ning Jie with a mixture of vigilance and awe for the strong. Ning Jie pretended to be arrogant and told them that he was willing to join the Wu Clan and share their glory and wealth.

After demonstrating his "strength", he successfully joined the witch clan and became a small leader with his extraordinary abilities and wisdom.

He began to lurk among the Wu Clan, secretly observing their every move. He saw that the Wu Clan soldiers were actively preparing a plan to besiege the Human Emperor City. They were stockpiling food and weapons, training soldiers, and seemed determined to win.

Ning Jie sneered in his heart. He was waiting for the best opportunity, and at the same time he was secretly looking for a way to contact the imperial city.

He knew that this war would be a crucial battle that would determine the fate of the world, and he had to be fully prepared and not make any mistakes.

And he is ready!