The sickly boss always wants to get close to her

Huisheng put his hands together and began to chant scriptures. The sound of Sanskrit broke the mysterious mood brought by the thunder-like drum sounds.

It briefly pulled King Tianwu and the second-rank men from the Western Regions out of the fear of being unable to defeat each other.

Chu Bainiao flew towards Huisheng with a sword in hand. As she approached quickly, the drumbeats became more frequent and louder.

If he didn't interrupt, his second-grade warrior would be controlled. If he interrupted, he would have to recite Buddhist scriptures while fighting her.

Huisheng felt deep down that the enemy was too powerful and too difficult to deal with.

Of course, he could also do two things at once like Chu Bainiao, but Chu Bainiao's method of doing two things at once was just to conjure up a giant drum and use the sound produced by every strike on the drum to control the enemy.

If Huisheng tried to do two things at once, the sound of his chanting would be weaker than the sound of Chu Bainiao's drum. Over time, the second-rank warrior on his side would be defeated sooner or later. If he could not do two things at once, he would surely die under the sword.

When he loses his restraint, Chu Bainiao, a first-grade cultivator, will surely sweep away the second-grade cultivators.

From this perspective, it seems that defeat is inevitable.

Do not!

Huisheng suddenly came to his senses and broke out in a cold sweat!

As a cultivator who has cultivated to the first level of cultivation, when have you not been fighting against the heavens, the earth, and people?

When and where did frustration and desolation arise?

The sound of the drum that the woman in front of him made casually was so terrifying! Even a first-class strongman could be easily affected!

In an instant, Huisheng no longer hesitated and took out a golden bowl and threw it into the air.

The golden bowl in the sky grew bigger and bigger, and then it covered the sky and the sun, like a towering golden mountain pressing towards Chu Bainiao.

The huge shadow enveloped her tightly, and there seemed to be no way to escape!

The first-class Buddhist instrument - the golden bowl!

Chu Bainiao tightly grasped the sword with a calm expression. Instead of running away, she rushed towards the golden bowl.

The sharp and domineering sword energy was like a spear. After it came into contact with the golden bowl, it pierced the golden bowl with a "crackling" sound.

She landed lightly, but the moment her toes touched the empty drum, a loud dull "boom!" sounded between heaven and earth!

The loud noise was like thunder striking everyone's heart.

Chu Bainiao tapped the drum lightly with her toes, and her figure pulled out a black phantom in the sky. The phantom was like a dragon or a snake, and the sword light was bright and domineering, going straight for Huisheng's head!

Hui Sheng sighed and sat cross-legged between heaven and earth, seemingly giving up resistance.

However, just as Chu Bainiao was approaching, a golden Buddha statue with brilliant golden light quickly rose from behind him.

The Dharma image is solemn and majestic, like a towering mountain, with compassion and murderous intent coexisting in his eyes.

As Huisheng chanted, the Dharma image moved with the wind, and its huge but flexible hands reached out to grab Chu Bainiao. At the same time, countless Bodhisattvas and Arhats emerged from the Dharma image!

The Bodhisattvas and Arhats leaped high, like heavenly soldiers and generals, holding various weapons and attacking Chu Bainiao with golden light all over the sky.

Chu Bainiao stretched out his hand towards the sky and pulled down a large piece of dreamy translucent substance.

At the same time as the silk-like translucent substance appeared, the moon and the sun appeared in the sky at the same time.

And that dreamy silk is exactly what overflows from the moon, and it is the bridge that connects the moon to the heaven and the earth.

That was the first time that Chang Xiao and everyone else saw the Moon Clan's first-rank high priest dance.

In the strange sight of the moonlight overshadowing the sunlight, Chu Bainiao was dressed in glittering transparent silk, with a graceful figure, and her fantastic and mysterious dance was revealed to the world accompanied by the sound of thunder and drums.

The silk grew longer in the wind, and in an instant it covered half the sky. The Bodhisattvas and Arhats, who looked like heavenly soldiers and generals, disappeared like smoke the moment they touched the silk.

Chu Bainiao flew towards the golden Buddha statue. With her as the center, the faintly beautiful and dreamy silk rippled like her skirt.

Finally, the silk wrapped around the golden Buddha, and the golden Buddha's Dharma image collapsed piece by piece, revealing Huisheng in the Dharma image.

Huisheng opened his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said with a kind face: "The Moon Clan is really strange."

Chu Bainiao placed her palm on top of his head.

"Amitabha--"

The silk wrapped him tightly, then quickly floated up and disappeared between heaven and earth.

The Drum of Nothingness flickered along with her figure, and with the dense drum beats, the battlefield below, which was like a meat grinder, was instantly controlled, and everyone stopped moving.

The second-rank soldier who was fighting somewhere else saw Chu Bainiao defeat Huisheng and approach, and realized that he was doomed to fail, so he had to surrender.

"Amitabha," the second-rank Buddhist monk chanted Buddhist scriptures for Huisheng, "Donor Chu, I, the Buddha, only want to save all living beings."

Chu Bainiu raised his hand and sealed all their cultivation. "This is not the way you save all living beings."

There are Buddhas in her world, too, and under that broken sky, Buddhism is also suppressed.

"To save all sentient beings, we should respect all sentient beings. Whether they believe or not is entirely up to their own heart, and we should not force them to believe."

The monks remained silent.

The second-grade ones on King Xiaoyao's side looked at each other in a dreamy manner, and were still thinking about waiting until they killed the second-grade ones on the opposite side before helping the high priest kill Huisheng.

As a result, the high priest killed Huisheng alone.

Is there any need to set up a game?

But then again, when the tactics were being discussed, the High Priest and Prince Chang were not present...

When Chu Bainiao and his second-rank men arrived at King Tianwu's palace, King Tianwu sat calmly on a high place.

Chang Xiao, as the descendant of King Xiaoyao, walked out from beside Chu Bainiao and said with a bow, "King Tianwu, please."

The winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit, which is a foregone conclusion.

King Tianwu looked at Chu Bainiao calmly, then stood up, allowed her to seal her cultivation, sat on the magic weapon, and returned to King Xiaoyao's palace.

Chu Bainiao did not participate in the rest of the matters.

After the defeat of King Tianwu and the Western Region, King Xiaoyao was already considered the ruler of the world. She was too lazy to listen to or care about the remaining trivial matters.

Only three elders were left in the court.

The Moon Clan members in the royal city were packing up. They brought a little luggage when they came, but when they left, they brought a lot of bags, big and small.

The deputy priests rushed back from the front line first, and those who were not injured went out of the city to buy a lot of things. The Moon Clan had lived in the mountains for a long time, so everything they saw was new and strange to them.

Chu Bainiao was lying on her back on the swing in the yard, with her head resting on the deputy priest's thigh. The deputy priest brought a plate of peeled grapes from the side of the swing and fed her one by one.

Shen Luofei was so nervous that she almost scared herself to death. Seeing Chang Chuxia getting more and more excited, she sighed.

Sometimes she really envied Chang Chuxia's thick-skinned person.

Chu Bainiao had already noticed the two children hesitating and wandering outside the yard, but she had no intention of paying any attention to them.

Until two children plucked up the courage to come in.

One had shining eyes, the other was so shy that she wanted to bury her face in her chest.

"High Priest, do you still remember us?"

Seeing Chu Bainiao sitting up from the swing, Sheniu acted as usual in early summer, and his speech was inevitably halting.