Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

Su Jie smiled and leaned back in his chair: "Of course it looks good, but I feel like you're going to eat me."

Qin Yuchang had a cold expression under her veil and said, "Look again, and I'll dig out your eyes."

"Beauty is a feast for the eyes. It's natural to look at such a pretty girl. If you really don't want to, why don't you change your seat? This place is just right for you to enjoy the scenery outside. If a fight breaks out later, this will be the best place to watch."

Su Jie maintained his identity, stroked his chin, and let out two hoarse laughs.

Qin Yuchang's eyes turned cold, she bent her jade finger, dipped a drop of wine in the glass, and then flicked it.

The wine condensed into bullets, like bright white pearls. That was because the spiritual power was highly compressed and condensed, making the seemingly soft wine turn from spring water into a deadly weapon that could penetrate stubborn stones.

whoosh!

A few drops of wine shot towards Su Jie's shoulder. Qin Yushang wanted to teach Su Jie a lesson and did not intend to kill him.

"The little girl has such a bad temper. I can't bear it."

Almost at the same time, Su Jie tapped the teacup lightly.

Bang!

The tea in the cup rose up and turned into a crystal clear water curtain barrier.

A few drops of wine hit it and instantly melted into the water curtain, defusing the attack.

Eh! Qin Yuchang narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Su Jie in surprise.

Although her method just now was not considered too advanced, anyone in the Secret Treasure Realm could do it, and she did not use the strength of the Daotai Realm.

But she didn't expect that Su Jie could resist so easily.

"Secret Treasure Realm, you are not a casual cultivator, what is your identity?"

Qin Yuchang spoke slowly, the term "wandering cultivators" is a general term for those cultivators who have low talents and find it difficult to join a sect.

They are short of resources and have limited talent, and most of them are stuck at the second or third level of the Soul Accumulation Realm. There are even many who remain at the first level of the Soul Accumulation Realm until they die of old age.

A strong person at the Secret Treasure Realm level is the backbone of any sect. In a weaker small sect, the sect leader is only at the Secret Treasure Realm level.

If a casual cultivator can reach the secret treasure realm on his own, then it is impossible for him not to be able to join a sect due to his talent, unless he is truly blessed with incredible luck.

This is like the difference between science and engineering talents who join prestigious universities and those who fail to get into university and become self-taught, the gap is magnified tenfold.

But the reason why miracles are miracles is that they are extremely rare cases.

Are there any cultivators in the Dali Dynasty who have reached the secret realm? Of course there are, but there are only a few. Each of them is an unrepeatable example of a comeback in life and is very famous in the Dali Dynasty.

Qin Yuchang had never heard of a person named Su Jie among the independent cultivators, so she guessed that Su Jie's identity was a disguise.

"The little girl is also in the Secret Treasure Realm. If you can be a casual cultivator, then I can also be a casual cultivator."

"I am upright and have nothing to fear from my own shadow. I am not like you, little girl, who still wears a veil and dares not show your true face. Your identity is too obvious. Speaking of which, you are here for the battle between Buddha and devil. Are you trying to take a chance?"

Su Jie crossed his legs and commented with a smile.

A top-level Daotai Realm expert, it is impossible for him to come here for sightseeing, especially at this time.

"It's none of your business."

Qin Yuchang looked worried, always feeling that the other party was taking advantage of her.

The two stopped communicating because there was movement in the sky.

Above the clouds, every white cloud is dyed golden, which is a vast and majestic Buddha's light.

"The sea of ​​suffering is endless!"

In the void, ethereal Buddhist sounds were heard. A huge Buddha was sitting proudly in the golden clouds, and behind him were eighteen gilded arhats, lined up in a row in the air. As soon as he appeared, he attracted the attention of the whole audience.

There are eighteen gilded arhats, and on the shoulders and heads of each arhat stand monks in groups of three or two. They are the Tantric monks from the Western Regions. Each monk’s cultivation is at least at the Secret Treasure Realm level, and there are two monks at the Daotai Realm level.

And in the palm of the Buddha, which was a hundred feet high, Aiti Galao, dressed in a moon-white robe, sat barefoot on the back of a dragon elephant, with a Bodhi rosary hanging in his left hand and a golden bowl to subdue demons in his right hand. He was wearing a seven-treasure cassock and was looking at the gate of Wanyumen Mountain in the distance.

"Amitabha, today I, Aiti Jialuo, have long heard that the people of Chongzhou have suffered from the devil. My Buddha is merciful and cannot bear to see the world suffer from this devil disaster, so I have come here to slay the demons and bring peace to Chongzhou and benefit the people."

Aiti Galao put his hands together, and the vast Sanskrit sound was like the ringing of a bell, spreading over an area of ​​a hundred miles and entering the ears of everyone.

“Here I come.”

Qin Yushang looked up at the sky. This might be the first time that Aiti Galao showed his true cultivation level.

Su Jie also looked over and saw Aiti Jialuo's true face. He chuckled and said, "You are indeed quite capable."

In the Wanyu Sect, tens of thousands of Chongzhou demon cultivators were terrified.

Just by hearing the Sanskrit sound of Aiti Galao, many demon cultivators felt their emotions inexplicably affected, and the circulation of spiritual energy in their bodies became sluggish.

Yin Leibai, the leader of Wanyu Sect, felt the invisible suppression of Fanyin and said coquettishly: "Little monk, what kind of demon did you kill, what kind of devil did you eliminate? Chongzhou is clearly a paradise on earth. Why don't you feel it for yourself? The facts may not be as you see."

Her voice was as soft as a melodious tune, and she displayed the Wanyu Sect's most powerful martial art, "The Wanhuan Yu Fa".

The Wanyu Sect is not good at head-on combat, but it is very good at confusing the mind and using illusions of desire.

Especially since Yin Leibai is a powerful warrior at the sixth level of Daotai Realm, he is extremely powerful in confusing the mind.

In the sky, those Western monks standing on the hands and shoulders of the gilded arhats, who should have been calm under the "Ten Thousand Illusions of Desire" performed by Yin Leibai, had their inner fires of desire burning in them, as if they saw beautiful women surrounding them, with silly smiles on their faces and dazed eyes.

Even the two monks at the second and third Daotai realms had confused and struggling looks in their eyes.

"Go ahead and kill these bald donkeys from the Western Regions."

"You dare to come to our Chongzhou and do evil things. Do you really think there is no devil in our Chongzhou? Today, I will use your Buddha's kindness as my food."

"Haha, everyone, stand shoulder to shoulder and leave them all here."

Many magic masters went out at the same time. They had already discussed the battle plan. Yin Leibai used illusion to control the opponent first, and then everyone rushed forward. The magic masters did not care about outnumbering the weak. The real skill was to win.

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"Amitabha, it's just a skeleton, why don't you wake up?"

Aiti Gala was not affected at all, he just chanted Sanskrit sounds like a bell, which kept echoing in the void.

He himself understood Sanskrit sounds and was also proficient in the method of bewitching. In addition, the Bodhi rosary worn on his left hand came from the holy Bodhi tree. Clearing the mind and removing the inner demons were just basic abilities. Yin Leibai's illusions were still too easy for him.

Under the Sanskrit sound, the Western monks were like being struck by a bolt of lightning, and they all came back to their senses from the illusion.

At this time, the demons from Chongzhou had already approached.

"The sea of ​​blood is endless. Let us drown in it forever."

The leader of the Blood Demon Cave, Jiang Jin, who was at the fifth level of the Daotai Realm, sneered, and a sea of ​​red blood rose from his body.

The deep red blood gathered into a river, like blood-colored chains, entwining around monks such as Aiti Gala, trying to strangle them to death.

His Blood Sea Devouring Demonic Art is at the sixth level. If a cultivator of the same level is entangled by it, he will either die or be injured.

There was a powerful Taoist master from the Lihuo Society, holding a top-grade magic weapon, the Netherfire Bone Banner. When he waved it, ghost fire emitting a cold blue light covered the sky and the sun, mixed with the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling. Wherever it passed, everything was burned to a white ground.

The elders of the Secret Treasure Realm with the White Bone Tower joined forces to form the Twelve True Demons and Immortals Slaying Formation. When the formation was completed, twelve ferocious demon phantoms rose into the air, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, with an extremely ferocious aura.

Strong men from the Eagle Poison Hall released an invisible and colorless poison that spread silently. Once poisoned, even a strong man in the Daotai realm would become weak and powerless, or even die on the spot.

Thousands of attacks came like rain, from more than a dozen Daotai realm powerhouses, more than a hundred Mizang realm elders, and tens of thousands of disciples. Their different attacks made the void boil.

"Buddha's light shines everywhere!"

Aiti Galao clasped his hands together, not only invoking the power of heaven, but also fully mobilized the Bodhi rosary in his left hand, making it shine brightly, and the Buddha's light illuminated the heaven and earth.

The sea of ​​blood is steaming, the underworld fire is extinguished, and the evil demon is kneeling down!

The Buddha's light seemed to wipe out all the filth in the world. The powerful suppressive force made the demon cultivators present feel very uncomfortable. The Buddha's light was too suppressive for them. They could only exert 60% to 70% of their cultivation at most. Many disciples in the Soul Accumulation Realm were illuminated by the Buddha's light. Their flesh melted like candles and directly turned into a pile of rotten bones.

It was too reluctant for them to participate in a battle of this level. They were not even cannon fodder. A large number of them were killed or injured in the aftermath of the battle alone. The ones who could really play a role in the fight were actually the strong ones in the Daotai realm. Even the elders in the Mizang realm were not qualified.

"Amitabha!"

Aiti Galao showed a sinister smile on his face and punched out suddenly.

The Bodhi rosary on his left hand moved as he swung his fist, and the Hundred-foot Buddha behind him made the same move and punched out as well.

A powerful Taoist master of the second level from the White Bone Tower suddenly changed his expression and was blown up in mid-air. Blood splattered like rain. He was unable to withstand the attack.

The power of this punch actually killed a Daotai realm expert.

There was a moment of silence at the scene. The next moment, more demons showed bloodthirsty eyes. They didn't believe that Aiti Galao could stop so many of them.

Aiti Galao is not a man of three heads and six arms. Even if he was, he would be drowned by their spitting.

"Buddhaland in the Palm of Your Hand!"

Aiti Gala had a dignified expression. He threw out the golden bowl to subdue demons with his right hand. This inferior spiritual treasure turned into a size of several hundred meters. Inside it, there seemed to be thousands of Buddhas, Arhats and Bodhisattvas meditating and chanting Buddhist scriptures. A terrifying suction force came, and many demon cultivators had no time to react before they were sucked into the golden bowl and refined into blood on the spot.

Aiti Galao behaved very ferociously. His fists were as powerful as mountains. With the blessing of the innate spiritual object, the Bodhi Rosary, his power increased dramatically, and he exerted a power far exceeding that of a mid-grade spiritual treasure.

On the contrary, the Chongzhou demon cultivators on the opposite side were suppressed by the Buddha's light and could hardly exert their strength.

With the increase and decrease, and with the Golden Bowl to control the situation and the Seven Treasures Robe to protect himself, it seemed that Aiti Gala was able to fight on equal terms with many Daotai-level demons.

But this was only temporary. Aiti Gala was good at fighting, but the other monks who came with him were in a miserable state. They were besieged by the demons of Chongzhou, their numbers kept decreasing, and they were killed everywhere.