Fantasy: At the beginning, the saint girl was tricked into joining the Demon Cult!

Chapter 261
The eminent monks were chanting words, and the melodious voice came from all directions, lingering around the demon king.

The voice actually took shape in the air, and it kept hitting the Demon Lord.

Suddenly, the soul-suppressing nail in Jiang Han's hand came out and flew towards the Demon Lord...

The devil was struggling in the air, apparently caught off guard by the big gift that Jinshan Temple prepared for him.

Master Wu Nian said to Jiang Han and the others: "You take your pens down to the tower, and leave it to us here."

"Thank you, Master." Jiang Han said a Buddha's name, and immediately ran inside with Ye Chen and His Majesty.

Everyone came to a pagoda, and the emperor said: "He killed my fairy, he killed my fairy!"

He whimpered and mourned, he looked like a man in trial at this moment, crying like a mess.

Although my body has become thinner and haggard, I still have no worries about my life.

Jiang Han looked complicated, and he said: "Your Majesty, that is the demon concubine. Now that your country is on the verge of collapse, do you still want a woman?"

The emperor was furious, grabbed Jiang Han's clothes and said, "If you don't get the concubine Yao back, I will kill all of you and the nine clans!"

As soon as these words came out, not only Jiang Han, but also Ye Zixuan and Ye Chen frowned slightly.

After all, the concubine Yao is dead, and she has been dead for many years.

Jiang Han knew that even if the emperor returned to the throne, he might not be able to save the fate of the country that was about to decline. If this is the case, what is the use of him?

An unprecedented idea began to expand in Jiang Han's heart.

And outside the pagoda, the bound demon lord was surrounded by black mist, and a large amount of mud-like liquid dripped down. Since these liquids gathered on the ground, they formed a large number of black villains. They all scratched their heads and ears, looking very irritable.

Suddenly, the silt villain rushed towards the crowd of eminent monks.

Those eminent monks are all defending against the demon king in the air, how can they be at their wits end?

A monk watched helplessly as a horse monkey jumped on him, and bit it with grinning teeth.

This bite directly tore off a large piece of meat from the monk's shoulder.

However, although the eminent monk was sweating profusely, he was as motionless as a mountain, chanting words in his mouth, and continued to recite Buddhist scriptures.

One mouthful after another, until the eminent monk fell to the ground after a long time of physical strength.

This scene was also seen by Jiang Han, and he was shocked in his heart. What kind of will could make that eminent monk have such a firm consciousness?

He felt a little bit numb, and admiration spontaneously arose in his heart.

So many eminent monks, just for such a decadent king, is it really worth their death?
The three hosts standing on a pagoda, the three of them fired at the Demon Lord at the same time, and several chains appeared on the ground again, and these chains extended towards the Demon Lord.

It directly sealed the seven dead spots on its body.

The four nails that had disappeared were being resealed, and the Demon Lord was in great pain.

"Ahhh!"

The demon yelled in pain, trembling all over.

"It's almost done, two junior brothers, let's work harder!" Wugen said. "Yes! Senior brother!" Wu Nian and Wu Yu increased their output at the same time. It used to be one hand, but now three people and six hands are outputting the golden light of Dharma with all their strength!

"You guys... get lost!" The Demon Lord kept trembling, and those black horse monkeys also turned into black smoke and disappeared!

"There's the fourth nail!" Ye Chen was overjoyed, "Now it's the fifth! As long as all seven nails are sealed, we can seal the Demon Lord again!"

"Because his real strength is the great heaven and man, so is his soul immortal?" Ye Zixuan is obviously not satisfied with the seal, after all, it can only be sealed, and the seal is equivalent to a consumable, and it will be weakened sooner or later.

This is a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.

"The almsgiver's words are wrong. If this is the soul-suppressing nail of Buddhism, if all seven nails are sealed, this person's cultivation level will completely fall beyond the realm of heaven and man. It's logical." An inexplicable voice came from behind Jiang Han and the others.

The three turned their heads suddenly, only to find that beside the huge Buddha statue in the tower, an old man with white beard and hair had appeared at some point.

The old man had a "卍" blood mark on his forehead, and he was sweeping the ground with a broom.

Jiang Han was stunned, thinking that before he came here, he didn't notice anyone here.

Is this old monk a human or a ghost?
But looking at the monk's calm expression, Jiang Han decided that this person must have real skills, so he said, "Master, you mean, if the seven soul-resisting nails seal him at the same time, then he can..."

"Amitabha, that's exactly the case... the demon king is trying to reverse the way of heaven and seize things that don't belong to his luck. He has already been backlashed by luck, so he has become so inhuman. Whether the Great Yan Dynasty will change or not depends on the present. "The monk said in front of Jiang Han's Buddha's name.

At this time, Ye Zixuan suddenly said: "There are mud monsters coming, Ye Chen!"

"Okay!" Ye Chen stepped forward, turned to Jiang Han and said, "Brother, protect Your Majesty, we will block the door."

Jiang Han nodded, but didn't speak.

Coming to the door, Ye Chen said: "Sister Fairy, why was my elder brother talking to the air just now?"

"Maybe...the pressure is high, who knows." Ye Zixuan waved her hand, and several feathers flew out, knocking out the intruder who wanted to intrude, "If you keep hitting, all the feathers on my body will be used up It's over."

"Wouldn't it be like turning into a bald chicken by then?" Ye Chen said with a smile.

"You kid is looking for a fight!" Ye Zixuan scolded him, and continued to concentrate on fighting the enemy.

And Jiang Han in the hall, looking at the trembling emperor under the incense burner table, said, "Master, has the national fortune of the Great Yan Dynasty reached the most critical moment?"

"Amitabha, the fate of the country depends on its master, the master is capable for thousands of years." The old monk said, continuing to sweep the floor.

"Look at the Lord?" Jiang Han glared at his emperor's uncle, thinking to himself, how can an emperor who is so obsessed with beauty lead the country to rise?

At this moment, the thoughts in Jiang Han's heart became more and more intense, and his clear eyes were already flushed with blood.

"The way of evil is rampant, and the Buddha also kills. This is a sentence said by the founder of Jinshan Temple. Do you understand it?" the old monk asked.

Jiang Han shook his head.

The old monk stretched out two hands, he raised his left hand and said, "This hand is for the common people of the Li people."

He raised his right hand: "This hand is your closest relative, if you can only choose one, how would you choose?"

"Children make choices, I... want them all!" Jiang Han clenched his fists, staring at the old monk with burning eyes.

(End of this chapter)