"Holy monk Ramo, the restriction of the holy lotus in the city can no longer hold. I beg all the holy monks to take action again and drive away the monster!" An old man in gorgeous official robes stood next to a yellow-faced monk and pleaded anxiously.
“Lord of Jingxi City, it’s not that we are unwilling to help, but you also know that our divine power comes from the Holy Lord. After we drove away the demon a few days ago, there is not much left. If you want to pray to the Holy Lord for divine power again, you need to offer sacrifices again.” The yellow-faced monk shook his head and said helplessly.
"I have brought the City Lord's Mansion's six months' savings. Please ask the holy monks to accept them on behalf of the Holy Lord." The old man in gorgeous clothes turned around and looked at the two followers behind him.
The two men came over with some difficulty carrying a box. When they opened it, it was immediately shone with dazzling golden light. Most of the box was filled with gold and silver, and in a corner of the box were some jade, spiritual materials and other things for cultivation.
"Is this all?" The yellow-faced monk ignored the gold and silver, looked at the jade and spiritual materials, frowned, and spoke slowly, as if he was not anxious about the situation outside at all.
"There are fewer and fewer merchants and travelers in the city these days, and the City Lord's Mansion only has so many. After the monsters retreat, I will immediately go find those wealthy businessmen in the city, and I should be able to gather some more." The old man in gorgeous clothes wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said unconfidently.
The yellow-faced monk exchanged glances with several other monks and was about to say something when a loud noise came from outside.
Several people hurriedly stood up and looked outside, their expressions changed.
The crystal beads on the golden tower in the city resisted several attacks from the black evil cloud, but finally ran out of power and became dim.
An excited roar came from the black demonic cloud in the sky, and a black demonic wind several feet thick came across, spun around and turned into a giant black hand, rolling towards a house below.
A family of three was hiding in this house. Before the giant hand arrived, an extremely cold aura had already enveloped them. Although the three of them could not see the situation in the sky, they knew that a disaster was about to happen. Fear and despair appeared on their faces. They hugged their family members tightly and closed their eyes, waiting for death.
At this critical moment, a red light flashed by, almost faster than the human eye, and instantly reached the black demon's hand, which turned out to be a red fairy sword.
A red sword light more than ten feet long rose from the immortal sword, wrapping around the black demon hand and slashing it like lightning.
With a "swish" sound of tearing cloth, the black demon hand that seemed to be extremely powerful was as fragile as tofu in front of the red sword light and was easily cut in half.
The black demon hand suddenly exploded and turned into countless black gas that dissipated.
"Who are you, a cultivator who dares to stop me?" A sharp roar came from the black cloud.
A figure flashed beside the flying sword, and Shen Luo appeared out of thin air with a stern expression. He did not answer the question of the monster in the clouds, but made a gesture with one hand towards the Chunyang sword embryo.
The Pure Yang sword embryo spun around, and two red lights suddenly rose from the sword. Although the two red lights were the same color, one showed an extremely strong masculine aura, while the other was very feminine, and they intertwined with each other.
After the clear sound of metal colliding, a huge red sword of gas about twenty to thirty feet long condensed and pointed at the black clouds in the sky. It was the Yin-Yang Sword, the secret sword technique of the Chunqiu Temple.