After Han Sanqian and his group had been walking for several hours, the group and three came to the mountains.

Although the straight line is only ten miles away from the border town, Han Sanqian has truly experienced what it means to be a distance between one hand, just like thousands of miles.

Although mountains are close to the mountains, it is really difficult to walk up and down the mountain without using spiritual energy to fly.

When Han Sanqian walked into the dark clouds in front of him, he felt extremely depressed.

The Buddha's voice is already very strong, which slightly relieves the depression. When Han Sanqian first heard it, he felt very noisy. Now that he has been listening for so long, Han Sanqian still feels that it is quite comfortable to cleanse his soul.

"Is Donor Han strange? Why don't we fly but walk?" the old monk suddenly smiled.

Han Sanqian did not speak, but did not deny it.

"The Buddha's voice is originally capable of suppressing it. If you use other spiritual energy rashly, it may destroy the entire complete Buddha's energy, and even allow the night demon to find loopholes. If you escape, there may be endless troubles." The old monk explained with a chuckling.

Han Sanqian nodded.

"Master Han, we're here." Looking at the towering cliff in front of him, the old monk bowed softly.

Looking at it, a protruding cliff in front was like a head stretched out from the top of a mountain. There were towering pine trees on it. Under the tree, a group of monks were wearing black clothes, covering their heads, sitting cross-legged and reciting, and the sound of Buddha was lingering.

Following the old monk, the group of three slowly walked to the top of the cliff ahead.

As soon as you reach the top of the cliff, the sound of Buddha becomes even more fulfilling.

But before there was enough time to listen and watch more, the old monk had already led Han Sanqian to the edge of the cliff.

As soon as he arrived at the edge of the cliff, Han Sanqian was shocked.

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

The sounds of all Buddhas around us come from bottom to top!

Below the top of the cliff, at the bottom of the 10,000-meter abyss, a large area was pressing down on it, like a huge black heart, beating gently and constantly.

There are mountains all around the cliff, and everywhere there are monks in black dress sitting scattered and scattered. They closed their eyes and recited it softly, and the sound of Buddha suddenly rang around them.

Such a scene is stunning!

The battle between the demon and Buddha is all in front of you!

"Below is the Night Demon!"

The huge heart stretches for thousands of meters. Even if you look down at the sky, you are still shocked by the immense magnitude of its body. The dark and lacquered surface is as wet and slippery as the skin of a snake, which is daunting.

"It's not early today, so it's not advisable to do it again. Besides, the sky is covered with dark clouds and the yang energy is not enough. I look at the wind, rain, clouds, tomorrow's wind is bright, donor Han, let's do it again tomorrow morning, let's see what?"

Han Sanqian didn't know how to deal with Ye Demon, but since the old monk had a plan, Han Sanqian didn't say much and nodded.

"Bu Chi!"

"Disciple is here!" A middle-aged monk hurriedly stopped chanting, stood up quickly, and trotted all the way.

"Can you do what you have to tell you?"

"Master, it's ready."

“Lead the way forward.”

"Yes!" After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he bowed his body slightly and made a gesture of inviting Han Sanqian, and then he hurriedly led the way forward.

After walking down the cliff, walking around a low jungle, we entered a forest of pine trees.

The trees are tall and the space is wide, so countless tents are erected at the foot of the trees, and many monks are resting here, or cooking and chatting.

"Donor, this is our temporary resting place." After saying that, the middle-aged monk led a few people into the woods.

Seeing the four people coming, many monks who were resting ordered to stand up.

"I have met Master, Senior Brother, Donor!"

"Everyone is busy with your own things." The old monk smiled slightly, looking extremely amiable.

The monks immediately bowed and dispersed.

The middle-aged monk then took Han Sanqian into the road again. Soon, he stopped in front of a relatively large tent. Although it was a tent, it was obviously much cleaner and more generous compared to others.

"Donor, this is where you rest tonight."

After saying that, the monk opened the curtain. Although it was very simple inside, it was just a bed and a table, but it was quite clean and tidy.

"Then donor Han, you can rest for a lifetime. I will send someone to deliver some vegetarian food in the evening. Tomorrow morning, we will kill the night demon." The old monk chuckled softly.

Han Sanqian nodded and entered the tent under the leadership of the middle-aged monk.

Suddenly, Han Sanqian stopped and turned around and frowned, "By the way, those friends in my city?"

"Master Han can rest assured, but they are all illusions. They are not seriously injured. They just have some demonic energy on their bodies. But as long as the Night Demon dies, they will not be able to see those illusions." The old monk smiled slightly.

But at this time, the city was really as simple as the old monk said.

Everything seems to be in the fog, invisible or touched.

And this night is destined to be an ordinary night.

At this time, in the inn in the city...
Chapter completed!