Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The eyes are full of glow, the ears are full of roar, and the nose is full of burnt smell.

I don't know how long it took.

Li Changan became dizzy, only to find out to his surprise that he actually fell into the muddy water.

The red sewage in the brown was surging, and some black dross floated, which could not be past the waistline. He was stunned for a moment before finally taking action. He picked up the sword from his hand and stood up shaking again.

At this moment, the rumbling in my ears eased slightly, and I heard the endless thunder in the distance, as well as the veteran roar behind him:

"The thunder is faint, and the thunder is booming. The tornado is rolling in the water, and the thunder is turning. The society orders the fire and thunder, and the thunderbolt crosses..."

Thunder?

Is the altar successful?

The Taoist priest looked around blankly, but saw that on the battlefield, the remaining soldiers were struggling to get up from the mud. Around them, in the muddy sewage, floating broken fences, broken weapons, incomplete robes, and more. The almost hardly human-shaped burnt corpse.

These scorched corpses were washed out by the heavy rain, floating on the sewage, spreading all the way to the mountains... Li Changan then looked up, the sky was red in his eyes... In the intertwined wind and rain, the whole mountain was burning and pavilions. The pavilions, the mud, rocks, and trees are like fuelwood for the fire.

And above the flames, on the top of the mountains, the clouds hanging down from the sky resemble huge iron pestles, slowly rotating, as if to smash the mountain, and at the same time burst out countless thunders, ploughing into the fire, Stir up the flames soaring and churning.

Reinjected into the violent wind and torrential rain, the flames burst more fiercely.

This appalling scene left Li Changan speechless for a long time.

"Daoist?"

A voice with a strong local accent came from my ears.

The Taoist priest turned his head to look, and saw a soldier standing beside him with a spear, his armor broken and blood stained. Seeing Li Changan look over, he grinned embarrassedly, and wiped his face with the rain. Asked hesitantly:

"Did we... win?"

This question caused Li Changan's heart to rest. He looked back at the Fatai, but Luo Yuqing just chanted the spell endlessly; looking around, there were a pair of eyes full of expectation.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.

This nodded as if he had pulled the switch, and the atmosphere of the battlefield suddenly came alive. Some people jumped and yelled and cheered loudly, while others slackened their tense spirits and fell to the ground; many more cried.

Li Changan still hesitated.

This won? But……

Where's the corpse Buddha?

Is it possible to be chopped to death without saying a word? This is a demon god.

The other side is suspicious, and always feels a little bit anticlimactic and hastily.

But a Tao is a good spirit but not a bad spirit.

suddenly.

A dull rumbling sound came to my ears.

It is the earth shaking, and the stagnant water is surging.

People who have just gotten up have become ground gourds again.

Li Changan barely stabilized his figure.

"Mountain!"

Someone exclaimed.

"The mountain is flying!"

What?

Li Changan suddenly looked up, Ye Shan was still burning, but Sun Shan next to him was already shaking and rumbling, slowly rising from the ground.

In the air, large swaths of rocks that were turned red by the fire rolled down, exposing the blue-black hard rocks and dense vines that looked like a net.

"Look! There seems to be a monster wrapped in the stone."

The Taoist priest awakened after hearing this, and hurriedly looked at it carefully.

After the rock outside Sun Mountain was peeled off, the exposed mountain did indeed have an abstract outline of a monster. The head and tail and minions could be seen faintly, just like an unfinished huge stone sculpture.

But then.

The "stone sculpture" actually came back to life, stretched out his minions, shook his head and tail, and shook off all the rocks in his body.

You can see it.

A huge stone with three heads on its back and wings leaped into the sky!

"Good monster!"

On the stage, Luo Yuqing gritted his teeth and bitterly cursed, then waved the flag, and the curse in his mouth became even more hasty.

"Swing the gold star to the left, throw the fire bell to the right..."

Ling Qi pointed at him, and under the urging of the spell, the rotation of Yunshan Mountain suddenly accelerated, and continuous thunderstorms blew up from the clouds, which in turn stimulated countless thunders and heads towards the giant dragon, ploughing into chaos and flying away.

But the three-headed Shi Yan went up against the thunder instead.

Even though the Thunder flooded Yuntian for a while, it was still hit by it on the top of Yunshan. Although it was silent and silent, everyone in the field felt that it was a bell ringing in their hearts, and they watched that the cloud mountain that connected the world instantly collapsed and collapsed.

The wind, rain, fire, and thunder all disappeared suddenly. In the entire universe, only this demon is alone in its fierce power.

It vibrated its wings and hissed.

Although he only saw the action and did not hear the sound, he was still pale in horror.

At this moment.

Luo Yuqing cried out:

"Taihu Dragon Lord! If you don't make a move yet, when will you wait?!"

The voice fell.

You can hear a dragon chant straight through the sea of ​​clouds above the clouds.

Immediately, the entire cloud sky seemed to be boiled, and it was tossed violently.

Ore.

But seeing a piece of shining gold burst out of the clouds above the three-headed stone 犼, it was a piece of gold scales protruding out of the thundercloud, shining brightly in the electric light.

Immediately afterwards.

Horse head, antlers, lion temples, snake body, carp scales, tiger palms, eagle claws... a five-clawed golden dragon body wrapped in wind and thunder, rushed out of the clouds, and slammed straight against the three-headed stone 犼.

Only in the blink of an eye.

Accompanied by a huge muffled noise.

Jinlong and Shi Yan, the two giants collided fiercely and fought together.

Clouds of smoke are surging, thunder is splashing, rocks are flying, and scales are scattered.

All fell into the mountain fire below, like the best combustion-supporting agent, which caused the fire to rise, and the whole sky was baked like a boiling sea of ​​fire.

On the ground, Li Changan saw his face numb, and a three-foot green front was pulled out and returned to the sheath, but he was just at a loss.

How can a little savage Taoist of this scale be able to blend in with this scale of battle?

For a while, there was nothing to do, waiting for the absurdity and shame of the situation.

At this moment, several moans of pain interrupted his reverie.

Li Changan quickly followed the sound, but the soldier who had previously questioned him was lying weakly on his back in the muddy water, with a pool of shocking red floating on the sewage at his waist.

Li Changan's spirit, his reason disturbed by the big scenes after another, finally returned.

What should I do? Isn't this very clear?

Save people!

He quickly awakened the bewildered soldiers, let the generals come out, and organized manpower to rescue the wounded.

As for the fighting between the Golden Dragon and Shi Yan that day, let Luo Yuqing and his Heavenly God and Buddha deal with them. Anyway, little Taoist I have tried my best, but then I can't do anything.

The so-called, doing everything to do with the destiny is nothing more than the same.

…………

In the sky, Jinlong and Shi Jian are still fighting each other.

On the ground, Luo Yuqing was not idle either.

Although the dragon king in the sky appeared with great momentum and his reputation was quite loud, he temporarily saved the scene. But Luo Yuqing never pressed Bao on her body.

On the one hand, this person has been in the gourd for eight hundred years, and has been in the battlefield for a long time; on the other hand, the thing is that this thing is "Dragon's brain" for food.

In Luo Yuqing's view, the three-headed stone 犼 is so ferocious, it must be the deity of the corpse Buddha. In this way, the assassin that was pressed at hand can finally be released.

But since it is a killer feature, it will inevitably take some time to prepare. Letting this Dragon Lord appear is just for him to hold Shi Yan, lest he perceive the crisis far away.

Ever since.

Luo Yuqing put on the crown and arranged his appearance. Only then did he bow to the position of the **** on the tribute table and said:

"The disciple Luo Yuqing would like to report to Tianzun: Today, there is a demon and the **** of trouble, and the disciple's way is superficial and unable to control it. Therefore, please use the three ways of the gods and thunder to suppress the evil spirits and benefit the people."

After speaking, the wind and rain splashing around the Fatai suddenly became tame, and light smoke gathered in front of the tribute table, faintly transformed into the appearance of Shi Yan and golden dragon, and their expressions and movements were all similar to the two giants in the sky.

Next, Luo Yuqing took out a token, brought up some cinnabar, sketched the script, and then held the token and kowtowed:

"One worship Emperor Yuqing, please borrow Shen Xiaolei."

After speaking, I saw a white light hanging down straight into the sky, sinking into the token. And above the clouds, a big hole suddenly opened in the clouds, and a white thunder light emerged in it. The light was cold but not dazzling, but when people looked up to the past, there was a sudden feeling of inability to look directly at it, as if it contained endless power. And force.

Of course, Shi Yan also discovered a strange phenomenon in the sky, but Naihe was dragged down by the golden dragon and couldn't get away.

On the altar, Luo Yuqing was methodical, and he took out tokens, book charms, and bowed.

"Emperor Haosheng, please borrow Qing Xiaolei."

"Three prayers to Emperor Hejing, please borrow Zixiaolei."

After three bows, there were three more white, blue, and purple thunder lights in the sky, and three more tokens on the counter.

"call."

Luo Yuqing took a deep breath. This presided over the altar method really consumed a lot of his energy, but fortunately, everything will end!

He picked up the token symbolizing the "Purple Sky Thunder" and winked at the stream stone next to him. The stream stone quickly waved the flag, and he stared at the light smoke in front of the stage. He saw a flaw and gestured. The token in his hand is about to be beaten out, and in the cloud sky, the purple sky divine thunder with the majestic power is also surging and ready to go!

According to the agreement, waving the flag here means that the gods are about to send out, and Taihu Longjun must quickly withdraw from the battlefield to avoid accidental injury.

But who thought, that Golden Dragon actually ignored the flag at all, instead strangling with Shi Yan more and more.

Fortunately, the old way is also considered quick and quick, when the head and fingertips tremble, the **** thunder rubs the two behemoths and sinks into the mountain.

Luo Yuqing stared at the token that had fallen into the muddy water. An old face changed from white to blue, from blue to red, from red to black. In just a few seconds, a face change was staged.

"This wicked barrier! What is going crazy?!"

He was angry and puzzled.

If Golden Dragon intends to cooperate, then it should give way to the appointment; if it intends to obstruct, the posture of fighting is obviously to divide the life and death.

"What's going crazy?"

Cao Shenjiang suddenly sneered and said:

"The veteran Taoist probably forgot why the dragon was detained. It was just a violent and aggressive nature. He was eager to fight and went into a flood regardless of the consequences. At the moment, it seems that he was able to get rid of the dragon at once, and he ran into the dragon's mortal enemy for a while. Kill the red eye."

"Break your eyes?"

The stage waved the flag again and again, but the golden dragon in the sky was indifferent.

The old way was furious, and the divine power that opened the altar was not without cost. One was to consume the faith of sentient beings, and the other was to consume the host’s own blessings. Among other things, these three divine thunders alone cost Luo Yuqing a lot of money.

However, this extremely expensive "Purple Sky Thunder" was wasted because of Long Jun "killing his eyes."

Luo Yuqing became more and more angry when he thought about it.

"My special mother is the one who has the red eye!"

After saying this, it was actually trying to chop, and the heavenly **** thunder immediately responded to the surging.

When this divine thunder went down, not only the three heads of stone 犼, but the golden dragon would also fight in two at once.

The few Zhengyi priests next to him were taken aback and hurriedly stepped forward to stop them. Even the Cao Shenjiang, who had been deserted and watched the show, also hurriedly rushed forward and grabbed the token.

"You're crazy! That's Taihu Dragon Lord! Back then, your Patriarch didn't dare to kill him, let alone that he didn't make any mistakes now, how can he kill him at will?!"

"That's not true, and that's not true, so how can it be!"

The requested Thunder also has a time limit. I don't know if the Golden Dragon can beat it. But if he can't beat, and the Thunder disperses, he Taihu Longjun can run with his tail sandwiched, and his group will even have to kill the ball up and down Yuzhou.

Luo Yuqing grabbed her hair and pulled her beard anxiously, pressed the token on the table, and the "spinning" circled again.

The **** next to him breathed a sigh of relief, and put on a calm look again.

"This matter is easy and easy to say, and hard to say."

Luo Yuqing's red eyes glared over, and he was almost "let go of the fart".

"It's nothing more than Taihu Dragon Lord getting in the way, and it's not easy to lower the thunder. In that case, find someone to go up and pull the dragon away."

Hearing this, the veteran looked suspiciously at the general.

"You are so kind?"

Cao Shenjiang waved his hand: "Of course it's not me, I can only protect it."

The old man rolled his eyes.

"Then you say a shit!"

Except for you, who is capable of this right now?

Having been with him for decades, Cao Shenjiang naturally knew his old-fashioned temper, and immediately stunned.

"fool."

He held the double mace and sneered:

"On your altar, the power of the gods of Leibu has not been dispersed yet, can't you entrust all of them to someone? Even if you can't fight and kill the demon god, but drive the wind and thunder, fly in the sky, and pull away the golden dragon, you can do it anyway. Bar?"

The old Dao's eyes lit up when he heard the words, but he immediately shook his head.

God will be easy to say, but in reality it is extremely difficult.

Not to mention how dangerous it is to intervene in the fight of two behemoths, it is also extremely difficult to control the wind and thunder. Ordinary Taoism, even if it can call the wind and rain to bring down the thunder, it is also telling the gods to act on their behalf, and the gods use this method to let people use their divine power to fight.

This is like reading a few military books, and then going to command thousands of troops. It is really idiotic to talk about dreams. How can ordinary Taoist priests have this ability?

The veteran looked around.

I have some experience myself, but I have old arms and legs.

And the rest of the disciples and grandchildren.

Dragon pictures can be used to pray to gods and ghosts, and rivers and stones can be used to serve incense and chanting scriptures... In short, Taoists are good Taoists, but errands such as going to Qingming and Fighting Demon God may not be reliable.

He scratched his head, his eyes rolled, and suddenly he saw a Taoist man with short hair squatting in the muddy water and collecting his body.

…………

"Junior Wu."

Li Changan closed his eyes for the deceased and turned around after hearing the sound.

A porcelain bottle drew a parabola and fell into his arms. He took the smell, and the familiar fragrance of medicine refreshed his spirits.

He was not busy taking the pill, as the saying goes: There is no free lunch in the world. Li Changan looked up, and the old Taoist priest smiled at him on the platform.

"Listen to my disciples..."

Luo Yuqing indiscriminately pointed out a few Zhengyishi.

"Do you have the supernatural power of Yufeng?"

"Understand a little."

"Are you agile and capable of swordsmanship?"

"Finished"

"I also heard..."

"A real person has something to say, so let's just say it."

Li Changan was not polite at all and interrupted him with a series of nonsense. The wounded has not been treated, the remains have not been collected, and the deceased has not yet passed through, so where is Xianxin to talk with him?

This old way was uncharacteristic and didn't lose his temper. He just rubbed his hands and asked:

"I wonder if you have the courage to go to the sky and fight the Demon God again?"

This surprised Li Chang'an a little bit. Just now, the dialogue between God General and the old way, he also listened to 70% to 80% in the audience, but did not expect Luo Yuqing to put a few regular soldiers in use, but chose him as an outsider.

He turned his head to look at Shi Yan and Jinlong who were fighting endlessly under the cloud, then turned his head to meet the ardent gaze of the old way, and smiled with his sword:

"Why don't you dare?"

…………

"Give you the Demon Sword in the Jade Palace of the Gods, give you the yin and yang two-qi mixed elementary armor, give you the wind chasing and electric cloud boots... and then call you 10,000 thunder soldiers, and 8,000 wind soldiers..."

Luo Yuqing held the magic sword and drew, but Li Changan didn't have much real feeling.

The "Fu Demon Sword", "Hunyuan Jia" and so on in the old Taoist spells are not physical objects, only some intangible things descend from the sky and adhere to the body.

But only by saying "Wind Death", there seemed to be something in Li Changan's body that echoed him.

then.

The Taoist priest noticed...No, it should be said that every gust of wind in Fangyuan didn't know how much it seemed to be under his control. He felt that there was wind blowing over the broken battle flag, the wind blowing over the remains of the dead, the wind turning the flags of the Buddhist platform, the wind passing through the treetops, through the sea of ​​fire, through the heavy rain...

He tried to raise his hand.

Suddenly.

The gust of wind that had just called out suddenly stopped, leaving only the torrential rain to fall.

He clenched his fist again.

The wind blew up suddenly.

It only blew rain and fluttered, flags fluttered, flames skyrocketed, and everything he controlled.

Luo Yuqing was dumbfounded, his hand shook and pulled off a beard, grinning in pain. But he didn't wait for him to ask questions.

Li Changan could not wait to take off.

Soar up!

…………

The long wind whizzed around, the heavy rain pulled into streamers, and the unattainable thunderclouds were within reach in an instant.

The Taoist priest kept piercing into the clouds, and his eyes were immediately shrouded in clouds and mist. Everything was indistinct, only the white light lit up from time to time, that was the sudden appearance of thunder in the clouds.

But it was only a second or two.

The mist in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the endless blue rushed into his eyes.

At this moment, there is an endless sky above your head, endless winds around you, and continuous thunderclouds under your feet.

It is inevitable that people will open their chests and feel refreshed.

The ancients said:

Negative blue sky, absolutely cloudless. No way!

With a long roar, Li Changan caused the wind to roar and the clouds surging, but he stopped staying and plunged straight into the sea of ​​clouds.

The clouds still passed in a flash.

And this time.

He was greeted by raging fire, intertwined wind and rain, and violent thunder.

Li Changan drew his sword out of its sheath.

Corpse Buddha, Dragon Lord.

Right in front of you!