#313 - Chapter 313: Spiritual Void

The young monk's anger subsided slightly upon hearing this, but he remained vigilant.

"Rest assured, Master," the blue-robed swordsman said, "We have our own ways to restrain the Black Serpent and ensure it no longer commits evil deeds. At the same time, we will guide it to cultivate good, hoping it can achieve something in the future."

The young monk nodded, put away his staff, and the golden light gradually dissipated. He looked at the Black Serpent, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "Beastly creature, I will spare your life today. But you must remember, if you commit evil again, I will not let you off lightly!"

The Black Serpent trembled slightly in the net, seemingly sensing the monk's majesty and compassion, and its eyes revealed gratitude and remorse.

The young monk's anger gradually subsided with the blue-robed swordsman's words, but he did not completely relax his vigilance, after all, a demon's nature is hard to change and must be treated with caution.

He took a deep look at the blue-robed swordsman and the three women behind him, secretly praising them for their willingness to take on this responsibility and risk: "These people here have good character, not as unbearable as Master said?"

"In that case, this humble monk will trust you once." Although the young monk's voice was soft, it carried an unquestionable firmness.

He slowly put away his staff, and the golden light dissipated like a receding tide, re-integrating into his body, restoring peace and serenity.

After taking a pill, the monk's physical body began to slowly recover.

He once again turned his gaze to the Black Serpent in the net, its scarlet eyes now devoid of their former ferocity, replaced by a faint trace of gratitude and remorse.

A complex emotion flashed in the young monk's eyes, both concerned about the difficulty of changing a demon's nature and compassionate for the continuation of life.

"Beastly creature, you must remember today's lesson," the young monk's voice was low and powerful, "Although I spare your life, your future still needs to be grasped by yourself. If you can sincerely repent and act with kindness, perhaps you can achieve enlightenment; but if you commit evil again and harm the world, I will definitely not show mercy."

The Black Serpent trembled slightly in the net, seemingly understanding the monk's words completely. Its eyes revealed a deeper remorse and gratitude, as if silently vowing to reform.

The blue-robed swordsman and the three women also showed gratified smiles upon seeing this. They knew that this monk should leave.

"This humble monk's Dharma name is Ling Kong, fellow Daoists, we shall meet again if fate allows."

After the monk's figure gradually disappeared from everyone's sight, the atmosphere seemed to relax a little.

One of the women said with a bit of jest and teasing: "This wild monk is really interesting, he doesn't even understand the rules here, and his strength is terrifyingly strong.

What's even more interesting is that he doesn't even want the demon beast resource that's about to transform into a dragon, he's really adorably foolish."

The man who hadn't taken action frowned slightly upon hearing this, as if seriously recalling the scene just now. "I don't think this monk is an ordinary person," he pondered, "Did you notice his staff and prayer beads? They are definitely not ordinary items, they must have a history. I estimate that he should be a traveling monk from a temple in the Western Continent, perhaps a highly skilled disciple from a precious temple, traveling here for training."

The blue-robed swordsman nodded in agreement: "Old Liu is right, I also saw that this monk is extraordinary. His eyes are clear, as if he can see through people's hearts, and his spiritual power is even more vast and unparalleled, he is obviously not an unknown person. We need to be careful when dealing with him if we encounter him again in the future."

The other two women were obviously not very interested in the monk's identity and strength, they were more concerned about the "walking dragon" demon beast in front of them.

They interrupted the speculation about the monk and urged: "Alright, alright, stop discussing that monk. He's already gone far away, let's quickly deal with this walking dragon! Its flesh and blood are great tonics, how about we divide it equally?"

The man and the blue-robed swordsman nodded in agreement upon hearing this. Although what happened just now was somewhat unexpected, the immediate gains were more important.

The four people once again concentrated their minds, preparing to join forces to deal with the walking dragon demon beast trapped in the net. With a burst of rapid incantations and flashing sword light,

The blue-robed swordsman stood upright, holding his sword, he took a deep breath, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and suddenly a sharp and unparalleled sword energy burst out from the sword, like a sharp dragon's roar, cutting through the air and heading straight for the Black Serpent.

The majestic spiritual power contained in that sword energy made the Black Serpent feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, it roared in pain, but could not escape this fatal threat.

At the same time, the two women dressed in white lightly leaped out, the flower baskets in their hands gently swayed, and various petals fell like drizzle, weaving into a brilliant net in the air, surrounding the Black Serpent.

These petals seemed weak, but in fact contained powerful spiritual power and binding force, greatly limiting the Black Serpent's movements.

The man watching from the side no longer hesitated, he roared lowly, his whole body's spiritual power surged, and a pair of heavy gauntlets instantly appeared on his hands.

These gauntlets were made of unknown metal, with a faint spiritual light flowing on the surface, obviously an extraordinary magic weapon. The man clenched his fists, suddenly rushed forward, the fist wind roared, carrying the force of overwhelming mountains and seas, attacking the Black Serpent from a distance.

The Black Serpent originally thought that it would be able to escape after the monk left, but it did not expect to fall into a more dangerous situation in the blink of an eye.

It roared in uncontrollable anger, surrounded by black mist, and powerful demonic power gushed out.

It suddenly swayed its body, and the surrounding water elements seemed to be summoned, quickly gathering into a滔天 water curtain, blocking the attacks of the blue-robed swordsman and others.

In the water curtain, the Black Serpent's figure loomed, its scarlet eyes filled with unwillingness and anger.

But facing the joint siege of the blue-robed swordsman and others, it also knew that it could not last long.

Just as the Black Serpent was struggling to resist, it suddenly felt a force emerging from under its body.

It turned out that its body had adapted to the form of growing horns and claws, and it began to use the power of the river to repair itself.

The river water under it was like its own body, as easy as using its arms, and the injured scales began to slowly recover.

It let out a long roar, deafening, and the surrounding water mist instantly dissipated.

The blue-robed swordsman and others couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this.

At this time, the Black Serpent opened its eyes, revealing an extraordinary aura.

It spoke in human language: "Humans, that monk said he would let me go, why are you still so ruthless?"

The sword-wielding man smiled and said: "Because the Great Dao is only for contention."

Looking at the other three people with a matter-of-course expression,

The Black Serpent roared angrily: "Then I will compete with you!"

The roar, like a tiger but not a tiger, like an elephant but not an elephant, pierced through the clouds.