In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

On the hundred-foot-high city wall of the Demon-Resisting City, more than a hundred monks gathered.

There are all kinds of costumes, even a monk wearing two white monk robes.

They were monks from the Pure Land Temple. On the day the temple was closed, they walked out of the temple and came here.

"Everyone, with this level of demonic energy, there must be no less than a dozen great demons in the third realm. We are so weak that we are afraid we can't resist it at all."

A monk said.

The one with the highest level of cultivation here is only at the beginning of the third realm, and he is one of the two monks in the Pure Land Temple.

"Why don't we retreat one city and wait for the monks from other cities to come to support us? I believe we can still hold out for a while."

"No, there are still at least 10,000 ordinary people in this Demon-Rejecting City who have not evacuated. If we leave, wouldn't it be like sending them to the mouths of these demons? What are we monks for then?"

"But we are just delivering food here!"

"I don't know when the support from other monks will arrive."

On the top of the city wall, some people looked hesitant, while others were extremely determined.

They knew in their hearts that once the demons gathered in groups and attacked them, they would be unable to resist.

But isn’t this the meaning of their practice?

"You can save your strength and retreat to the next city, waiting for other monks to come to your aid. This city will be guarded by me and my junior brother."

The monk in moon-white robes had a very calm expression, not seeing the anxiety on everyone's faces, and spoke to everyone.

"Master Yuanxin."

Hearing his words, everyone was stunned.

"Although the Pure Land Temple is no longer a pure land, we are still human cultivators."

Monk Yuanxin clasped his hands together and said.

When the monks of the three realms were summoned that day, although he had already entered the three realms, he did not go up.

Now that the Pure Land Temple was closed, he and his fellow apprentice came out again.

Moreover, within the Demon-Rejecting City, others have witnessed with their own eyes that Monk Yuanxin can be regarded as the Pure Land Temple monk with whom ordinary people have the most contact.

Daily practice is never in the Pure Land, but in the red dust.

"In that case, I'd better stay here with the master."

While speaking, a monk glanced at the ordinary people gathered below the city wall. Most of them were old people, but there were also a few young people.

They looked at the monks they supported, and there was no plea for them to stay in their eyes, only calmness.

A large number of demons could arrive at any time, and the monks who could still stay here at this time could no longer ask for anything.

Just as these monks were communicating, thick clouds covered the sky and billowing smoke and dust swept in from the wilderness a hundred miles outside the city.

The wilderness is endless and the view is extremely broad, and the movements a hundred miles away can be easily known to the monks.

Everyone was startled; the demon was coming.

"Forget it. I'm not leaving. I'm going to fight these monsters to the end today!"

A young man in a Confucian robe gritted his teeth, threw away his previous hesitation, and then thought of something. He turned around and said to the people below:

"The demon has arrived. Everyone, hurry back to your houses and close the doors and windows to avoid being attacked by the demon's aura."

"I'm not leaving. Every time I see a demon, I hide. I don't want to hide anymore, old man."

An old man laughed.

Ordinary people born in the Demon-Resistant City will have to witness dozens of attacks by demons in their lifetime, and they are tired of hiding.

If they can't be seen, it means they have died in a demon attack.

Even as he was speaking, demonic clouds were surging in like ocean waves, and like a huge wave, it seemed as if it would swallow up the entire Demon-Resisting City.

The demons on the ground have occupied the entire horizon, and it is hard to tell how many there are.

And the giant monster standing on the top of the monster cloud in the sky, its huge body was looming, there were at least a dozen of them.

All the monks on the city walls were facing tremendous pressure.

"Everyone, are you ready?"

The evil cloud was getting closer and closer, and the naked eye could already see the demons running towards them on the ground, the young man in Confucian robes said with a smile.

Suddenly, a sword light flew from the sky over the Demon-Ju City and headed straight for the demon cloud that covered the sky.

He was startled.

"Which fellow Taoist is so anxious? I haven't seen any fellow Taoist take action on the city wall!"

In the blink of an eye, the sword light had fallen into the demonic cloud and began to shuttle through the demonic cloud.

Every flash would dye the demonic cloud a shade of red.

The corpses of demons fell down one after another, killing many low-level demons.

The monks on the top of the city looked at each other in bewilderment. Some of them swallowed their saliva and stared in confusion:

"Which senior took action?"

"If my guess is correct, it should be Senior Bai Wu."

The young man in Confucian robes affirmed.

"how do you know?"

The young man in scholarly robes pointed his right index finger at the sky above their heads.

Everyone looked up.

I saw a young monk standing on the top of the city wall a hundred feet above the ground, looking at the rolling evil clouds without any fear, standing alone.

A sword cultivator, a young man, with extraordinary skills.

Once these labels are combined, everyone will know who is coming.

The white mist called back the flying sword that was flying through the evil cloud. The flying sword hummed with blood-stained excitement.

He looked at the evil cloud coldly. To be honest, this was all caused by him.

Standing in the sky, Bai Wu shouted fiercely:

“Sword cultivator Bai Wu killed one fourth-level cultivator and twenty-three third-level cultivators from the Pure Land Temple.

Today, we must slay 3,300 demons! Maintain the peace of the Western Territory for a hundred years!"

The sound echoed throughout the demon-repelling city, and it was obvious that the demon clouds were becoming agitated.

As great demons, they naturally knew this person, otherwise they would not have invaded the human territory.

But it was too late to retreat.

Bai Wu let go of the flying sword, and the Drunken Sword Immortal's Ten Thousand Swords Technique flowed through his mind.

At this moment, there is no better method than this.

The magic power in his body erupted like a volcano, and flying swords emerged from behind him, with the tips of the swords pointing towards the demon cloud.

"disease!"

He shouted softly and swords fell like rain!

Led by the flying swords, tens of thousands of flying swords covered the demon army that was still surging.

For a moment, the only sounds between heaven and earth could be heard: the sharp screams of flying swords and the wails of dying demons.

"too strong!"

The monks on the top of the city wall stared at the scene in amazement, completely impressed.

Brother Bai Wu, you are awesome. Your damage is really not low.

By the time all ten thousand flying swords had fallen, the demonic cloud covering the sky had already dissipated, and only one or two demons with superior speed had flown away early.

All that was left were the corpses of demons all over the ground.

A hundred miles outside Juye City, all demons surrender!

Enough blood to form a river was spilled onto this land, nourishing this wilderness.

What is clear is that next year this wilderness will be filled with bountiful crops.

Bai Wu's body landed on the top of the city wall and he smiled and nodded at the monks.

"Hello."

A group of people hurriedly responded respectfully:

"Hello, Senior Bai Wu. Hello."

"This incident was caused by me. If these demons come back again, you can come to Jianshou Peak to find me."

The corners of the group of people's mouths twitched when they heard this, and their eyes involuntarily looked towards the endless corpses of demons outside the city.

Making a comeback?

You have killed more than half of the demons in this thousands of miles of western territory. It may take them a hundred years to recover. How are you going to make a comeback?

Dirty earth?

But at the moment, they are naturally full of agreement.

Bai Wu glanced at the two Pure Land Temple monks in the crowd. Noticing his gaze, many people were startled and were about to speak.

Bai Wu shook his head.

The real monk has come out, but what kind of flowers will the fake monk hiding inside the closed temple produce in the future?

He didn't say much, and once again controlled the sword light to fly south.

He had a feeling that this missionary journey had probably come to an end.

Taking advantage of this last bit of time, he wanted to kill the culprit who caused Jianshou Peak's current state.