The divine manifestations began at the Gongwei Division.

"I never imagined that so many monsters were hidden here."

Standing on the roof of the main hall of the Reclining Buddha Temple, Zhou Heng couldn't help but sigh, "Doesn't this count as Han Zhenfu's dereliction of duty?"

"Before today, these monsters had not caused any trouble."

Xue Zhiwei stood beside him, her robes fluttering, and said in a deep voice, "Qizhou is located by the sea, and in recent years, sea monsters have not been able to come ashore. Commander Han deserves much credit for this."

The Guardian Division's attitude towards demons is not to take preventative measures, but rather not to easily take action against them as long as they do not cause trouble.

It wasn't that the Imperial Guard was too soft-hearted, but rather that the Imperial Guard was short-handed.

If it were to truly wage a full-scale war against demons, the Guardian Division would be powerless to do so.

Therefore, the Gongwei Division usually focuses on deterrence.

As long as the demons dare not cause trouble, that's fine.

"Are you really not kidding?"

Xue Zhiwei turned to look at Zhou Heng.

His almost perfect profile was adorned with a nonchalant expression, as if the hundreds of demons outside the Reclining Buddha Temple did not exist.

Do I look like I'm joking?

Zhou Heng said calmly, "Let's begin."

After dealing with these monsters, we can go back to Dajin County and have breakfast.

Seeing Zhou Heng say this, Xue Zhiwei said nothing more.

She stood on the roof ridge, her slender fingers beginning to form hand seals, while she chanted something in a voice only she could hear.

Several breaths had passed.

Xue Zhiwei stretched out her arms, "The wind rises!"

She said softly.

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden gust of wind arose.

call!

The wind arose from nowhere and quickly became violent.

The strong wind rattled loudly against the windows.

Outside the temple, the trees swayed violently, leaves falling and being swept up by the wind.

Amidst the swirling sandstorm, even the demons besieging the Reclining Buddha Temple involuntarily closed their eyes.

"Hurry, I can't hold on much longer."

Xue Zhiwei said urgently.

Zhou Heng nodded, placed one hand on the knife, and slowly raised the other hand.

on the ground.

Chen Zhaowu and Lü Zian looked up at the two men.

The wind stirred their clothes, and the two looked like immortals descended from heaven.

Chen Zhaowu glanced at the dazed expressions on the faces of the pilgrims around him and couldn't help but feel a little envious.

So handsome, it's a pity it's not him.

"Scholar, when did Old Zhou become a celestial official? He even secretly mastered half of the Heavenly Gang Immortal Technique behind my back!"

Chen Zhaowu said sourly.

Lu Zian glanced at him, speechless.

How is it behind your back? You're not even that familiar with Captain Zhou.

Do people who cultivate immortal arts need to explain themselves to you?

"I don't know either."

Lu Zian said, "But since Captain Zhou said he could do it, he probably really could."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Then they saw Zhou Hengping on the roof of the main hall stretch out his right hand and suddenly change his palm into a fist.

boom!

A thunderclap boomed in the sky.

Followed by.

The rain poured down like a torrential downpour.

Chen Zhaowu lay on his back, letting the rain pelt his body.

"Is it really raining?"

Feeling the pain of the raindrops hitting his body, Chen Zhaowu muttered to himself.

Lu Zian had already taken refuge under the eaves with the other worshippers.

This rain was no ordinary rain; it was summoned by Zhou Heng and Xue Zhiwei using their combined magical powers to control the wind and rain.

The raindrops contained their power, and hitting you felt no different from being attacked by their own hands.

Chen Zhaowu was thick-skinned and fearless, but they couldn't withstand it.

L.

As the heavy rain fell, heart-wrenching screams echoed outside the temple.

Under Zhou Heng's deliberate control, the raindrops falling outside the temple seemed to transform into tiny swords, piercing the bodies of those demons.

Some of the weaker monsters were riddled with holes in an instant, not even having time to escape.

Celestial Arts, summoning wind and rain!

In other words, Zhou Heng and Xue Zhiwei were only third-rank celestial officials, so the power of this Heavenly Gang Celestial Technique was limited.

If they were mid-level celestial officials, then all those demons would already be corpses by now.

The Celestial Arts Techniques possess earth-shattering power in every move.

In just a few breaths, the more than one hundred demons that had besieged the Reclining Buddha Temple were either dead or had fled.

All that remained were corpses scattered on the ground and broken bows and arrows.

The rain gradually subsided and eventually disappeared.

Almost simultaneously, the gale subsided.

Xue Zhiwei's face turned pale, and her body swayed involuntarily, almost falling off the roof ridge.

A hand reached out and grasped her wrist, and then she felt as if she were floating on clouds and returning to the ground.

Zhou Heng released Xue Zhiwei's wrist and strode out of the temple.

His immortal power was also completely depleted.

However, he cultivates both immortal and martial arts, so even without immortal power, he still has the power of blood and qi.

A sea of ​​blood surged forth, and a visible aura of blood seemed to appear around Zhou Heng's body.

He walked out of the Reclining Buddha Temple step by step, Dragon Sparrow Blade in hand, and began to harvest the severely wounded demons outside the temple who had not had time to escape.

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【00:00:00】

When the danger countdown reached zero, Zhou Heng breathed a long sigh of relief.

By this time, the sky had begun to lighten.

A night has passed.

A ghostwood sword struck like lightning, and moments later, Lü Zian emerged from the side hall.

"Reinforcements have left the city and will arrive soon."

Lu Zian ran to Zhou Heng's side to report.

He just used the Night Wanderer to attach himself to the Ghostwood Sword and fly back to the city to gather reinforcements.

Dajin County is located at a major transportation hub. In addition to the constables in the city, there is also a garrison of a thousand men in the vicinity of Dajin County.

Xue Zhiwei had previously used that garrison when dealing with the Dajiang Gang.

This time, the garrison was also mobilized.

The once-prosperous Wofo Temple is now infested with demons, and the Demon-Slaying Captains of the Guardian Division are under attack by a large number of demons. Either of these events is a major incident.

Zhou Heng nodded.

The danger has passed; these people are only here to clean up the mess.

[The storm raged, the powerful enemy fled in terror, and you narrowly escaped a life-or-death crisis. You received a reward: thirty years of cultivation.]

Looking at the flashing words in front of him, Zhou Heng couldn't help but frown.

Last night was the toughest battle he had fought since he transmigrated.

According to the previous rule that the greater the danger, the greater the reward, his reward this time should be very generous.

So you only have thirty years of cultivation?

Could it be because I didn't kill all those demons?

Most of the demons that besieged the Reclining Buddha Temple last night were scared away by the Wind and Rain Summoner; only a small portion died under the blades of the Wind and Rain Summoner and Zhou Heng.

It's fair to say he got away with it by sheer luck; if those demons hadn't escaped, he and Xue Zhiwei wouldn't have been able to maintain their power for much longer.

Even a mosquito's leg is meat; thirty years of cultivation is thirty years of cultivation, it's better than nothing.

Zhou Heng thought to himself, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxing.

As Lu Zian watched Zhou Heng's constantly changing expression, his heart pounded with anxiety.

"Captain, are we really going to continue investigating?"

He glanced around furtively and whispered in a low voice.

"What do you mean?"

Zhou Heng casually tossed his thirty years of cultivation onto the Immortal Technique: Water Binding, and asked absentmindedly.

"Captain, haven't you noticed yet? There's something wrong with the monster on Mount Tai."

Lu Zian whispered, "I've been a spy for so long, and this is the first time I've ever seen a demon use a bow and arrow."

These aren't monsters, they're an army of demons!

Someone is raising a demon army on Mount Tai; it's terrifying to think about.

Zhou Heng came to his senses. Raising a demon army?

So, the incense money sent by the Dajiang Gang was actually military pay?

No, the Dajiang Gang didn't just send incense money to the Wofo Temple; they sent it to eight or nine out of ten temples and monasteries on Mount Tai.

If that's the case, then the temples and palaces on Mount Tai are just military camps.

Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the countdown that only he could see.