Guarding the mortal world for 300 years, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 64 Zhenmagic Division, Xuankong Temple (12 for further reading)
"boom--"

The tumbling of the water waves became more severe, and more and more sharp-toothed fish sprang out of the water.

These fish were obviously extremely crazy, biting everywhere, and those overturned wooden boats were crushed in just a few blows.

Standing beside Hu Shanhai, Zhang Chu held a piece of talisman paper between his fingertips, with a serious expression on his face, and said in a deep voice: "These fish and shrimps have become like this after being contaminated with evil spirits, what about that person?"

Hu Shanhai trembled all over, and clenched the handle of the knife tightly.

"If people are infected with evil spirits, there may not be much change within three or two days, but they will become demons like these fish in the future, unless there is a way to get rid of the evil spirits in their bodies." Qingyue looked at the evil spirits that continued to spread in front of her, and said in a low voice .

People can also be demonized!

"Bam—"

A wave surged, knocking away the young man with a short spear on his back, and the evil spirit was less restrained, and rushed straight up.

The white-clothed monk on the other side couldn't stop the demonic aura, and stepped back on the waves.

The tumbling demonic aura is like a devil with teeth and claws, rushing towards the surrounding ships.

The people on the boat screamed in panic, jumped off the boat, shrank to the corner, or shouted and urged.

"Too bad, the warrior's qi and blood can attract monster energy, and monster energy can enter the body, and even turn into monsters directly..." Qingyue felt her hands and feet were cold, she clenched her fists and whispered.

Zhang Chu stepped out a few steps, landed on an overturned small wooden boat, raised his hand to hold a penny, and rushed towards the big boat ahead.

A flame rose from his hand, turned into a three-foot match, and swung it down towards the evil spirit.

The matchlock blocked the big boat, and the evil spirit seemed not to dare to be burned by the flames, and flinched slightly.

"All immortal masters, please take action—"

Zhang Chu shouted loudly.

Fairy!

There are more than 20 immortal cultivators here, working together, they might not be able to block the evil spirit!
"Help me, Immortal Master—"

"Seeking Immortal Master to make a move—"

The people on the big boats knelt down and shouted.

Qiao Cheng and others, who had just escaped from the sunken ship, looked at each other.

"Brother Qiao, what should we do?" A Taoist with a green robe soaked in water looked at Qiao Cheng.

The others also showed hesitation on their faces.

"What can I do, let's put on a show." Qiao Cheng snorted, glanced at the ship of the Demon Slayer League not far away, and then waved his hand.

A cyan imaginary handprint was sent out, turned into Zhang Da, and hit the evil spirit.

The evil spirit was turbulent, but it didn't hinder it in the slightest.

Make a show.

Who wants to waste precious true energy here?

If it wasn't for joining Jingyuan Temple, it would be hard to explain if they didn't make a move, they would have left long ago.

The immortal cultivators on Jingyuanguan's side made a move, although they couldn't stop the demonic aura, it made the scene a little more stable.

On the deck of the Demon Slayer League, the immortal cultivators were silent for a moment, some turned back to the cabin, and some left directly on the waves.

In the end, no one made a move.

I don't even bother to do it.

The mundane world is nothing more than a land of ants, how can one waste true energy for nothing?
On the surface of the water, the evil spirit dissipated faster and faster.

"Whoa-"

There was a sound of falling into the water, Qingyue turned her head and widened her eyes.

"Dream!"

In the river, a golden-red shadow rushed towards the land filled with evil spirits ahead.

"Qing, Qingyue, Mengmeng, she—" Zhao Yuyan, who was holding a small pouch in her hand, looked pale, and pointed to the two-foot-long red shadow in the water.

"call--"

Hong Ying rushed out of the water, and the body of the two-foot-long golden-red koi spun around, trapping the evil spirit.

The demonic aura in the midair was slapped by the fish's tail, and immediately lost its power to dissipate, and slowly faded away.

"Demon!"

Qiao Cheng and the others widened their eyes.

"Dispel the evil spirit?" The young man with a short spear on his back held a pale golden compass with golden light flashing on it, and frowned and whispered.

"Demon..." Putting his hands together, the water under his feet turned into lotus flowers and dragged his body, and there was a strange look in the eyes of the young monk.

Qingyue sighed, flew down on the boat, took out the little bag on her chest, bent down and handed it to Zhao Yuyan.

"Princess Yuyan, take care."

Between her forehead, a piece of blue scales appeared.

"Qingyue..." Zhao Yuyan watched as Qingyue turned into the water, transformed into a two-foot-long herring, rushed into the air, and spun with the red fish, locking the evil spirit.

"That's it, demon!" Everyone in the Demon Slayer League who had already left turned their heads.

"What are they doing?"

"Dispel the evil spirit?"

Standing at the bow, some whispered, some frowned.

"Hmph, a demon is a demon." A black-robed Taoist hummed softly, and slowly unfolded a wrapped long banner in his hand.

Yu Ling Banner!
People who control spirits!
The Taoist stared at the blue-red fish in front of him, and greed flashed in his eyes.

"Fellow daoists, if you can help Qi Chang to seal the demon, all rewards for destroying the demon will not be given to Qi Mou. In the future, Qi Mou will never forget today's kindness." The Taoist turned around and bowed his hands to everyone.

With a serious face, he said in a low voice: "As long as these two monsters can be sealed into the Yuling Banner, Qi will not be afraid even if the great master is in front of him."

With the Yuling Banner of Yuling, which is comparable to a magic weapon, in the palm of your hand, you are not afraid of practicing Qi four-level and five-level, even a great master can fight!
The eyes of the members of the Demon Slayer League on the bow flickered, exchanged glances, and nodded slightly.

The Demon Slayer League needs a strong man.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Qi Chang laughed, and turned to look at the two green and red fishes who were spinning around.

The people who retreated to the distance, the people on the big boat, all showed blank expressions on their faces.

"This monster, is it a good monster?"

Someone whispered.

"Not necessarily, I'm afraid I don't want to use this monster energy to cultivate." Someone clenched his fist and said coldly: "There is no such thing as a good monster."

Qiao Cheng and the others got closer, and everyone had different expressions.

"This is the real demon." The Taoist beside Qiao Cheng, who was wearing a blue Taoist robe and tied a sapphire belt around his waist, narrowed his eyes.

The monster before was just cultivating the demon method, but now the flying demon who dispels the demon energy is the real demon.

"Whether it's a real demon or a fake one, you can take action to dispel the demonic aura at this time..." Qiao Cheng whispered, a complex look flashed across his face.

"The master came from the Xuankong Temple, what do you think of these two demons?" The young man standing on the waves looked at the white-clothed monk.

The monk in white turned his head and his eyes fell on the young man's short spear.

"Jiang Jingyuan, the Silver Spear Envoy, one of the Twelve Envoys of Zhenma Division?"

"The poor monk understands, the walking disciple of Xuankong Temple."

Monk Liao Ran clasped his hands together and saluted slightly, then looked at the green and red Pisces, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "A demon, after all, is a demon."

Jiang Jingyuan nodded, holding the compass tightly in his hand.

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In Jingyuan Temple, the master Wang Qingyang led a group of Taoists out with their swords on their backs.

In front of the Demon Suppressing Tower, Yuanhe Taoist looked solemn, and handed a talisman to Aoki.

"No one is allowed to enter this place except my uncle."

Aoki nodded and held the talisman tightly.

Taoist Yuanhe adjusted his clothes, took a deep breath, and flew away.

Zhang Li in the quiet room opened his eyes, frowned slightly, raised his hand to put away the array, and stood up.

He has been stabilizing his cultivation these days, and at the same time comprehended swordsmanship and body training exercises.

From the cultivation base to the seventh level of Qi training, the operation and control of power have changed.

If it wasn't for the sound of the golden bell outside, he really didn't want to go out.

When the golden bell rings in Jingyuan Temple, something big must happen.

(End of this chapter)