Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"boom!"

The sudden explosion collapsed half of the prison, evoking smoke and dust.

Feng Dao awakened the Ranger with his thighs between them. The two hapless men helped each other up, and before they had time for the next move, they were thrown at the face by the foul smell, mosquitoes and dust.

And there seems to be some toxicity in the dense smoke, and one sip makes people dizzy and tight.

The two had to return to the yard.

"Help...Help."

A vague call for help sounded from the smoke at the main entrance of the prison, and a figure staggered over.

Zhang Yi grabbed Feng Chong who was about to go up, put the knife in front, and asked vigilantly:

"Who?"

The man didn't answer, but repeated "Help me" vaguely, staggering and slowly approaching.

The Ranger squeezed the handle of the knife, and Taoist Feng took out the talisman.

But at this time, the tumbling smoke settled slightly, revealing the face of the person who came.

It's the servant of the horse face.

But instead of relaxing, the two of them became more vigilant.

Probably because the face of the horse face is really weird, the face is pale, the lips are purple, the pupils are scattered and yellow, and there is a spider web-like black blood in the neck.

The two quietly took a step back.

"What happened inside?" Feng Chong asked.

Hearing the words, the footsteps of the yavier stalled, and his eyes swayed twice in his orbits.

"insect."

"what?"

"The bugs ate... we... vomit."

His answer was intermittently meaningless, and in the end, he suddenly vomited a pool of gastric juice, blood and meat mixture.

An unbearable sour smell spread.

The two took a step back unconsciously.

At this moment, a finger-sized **** appeared on the yaman’s face, followed by the second and the third...like mushrooms emerging from the dead wood after the rain or the mold spreading on the dead bodies, densely fluffy, In a short time, every skin on his body was packed.

Do not.

It should be said that his whole person turned into a pustule polymer.

then.

"puff."

The countless pustules ulcerated and exploded with him, scattered into a pool of yellow pus and blood and brown fleshy foam.

This horrible scene made the hearts of the two of them jump fiercely, but what was even more frightening was that some foam was churning out in the pus water, some black smoke with a rough texture was exuded, and many small bugs were mixed. , They fluttered their wings from the remains of the government servants, "buzzing" and converging black smoke hovering over the corpse.

Subsequently.

It actually slowly formed a crude human form.

"The bugs ate me..."

The two men thought of this sentence at the same time, and the meaning of the words that they didn't understand just now were clearly before them.

…………

"This is?"

Feng Chong frowned, his mind flashed one by one, before going out of the mountain, or from the book, or from the elders of the teacher, the names and weaknesses of one monster after another.

Aside from his academic style, on the other hand, Ranger is a pragmatic faction who wandered out of the wild.

No matter what kind of monster it is, if it is not cut to death, it will be known only after it has been cut.

He has already stretched his sword, rubbing his body, and he must first strike to be strong.

The distance of ten steps and three or four steps to grab.

The sword was straight as a horse, and swept away.

The monster did not react at all and was cut in two.

But the ranger's face was not happy, because the blade passed by, and there was no feeling of being hit by the entity.

He frowned.

The wrists are flipped one after another, and the proficient martial arts are revealed. Sweeping, splitting, swiping, cutting, plundering, nai, slashing... the blade was horizontal and horizontal, and the monster was cut into seventeen or eight segments in the blink of an eye. Hands, feet, shoulders, elbows, ears, nose... the broken parts were wrapped around by the blade and flew around.

But it's useless.

Those parts that were "dismembered" quickly turned into wisps of insect smoke and gathered back on the monster. In no time, the hands, feet, shoulders, and elbows all "grew" back.

After the ranger had a long sword dance, the monster was still in the form of a complete, silent, complete human form with its head down and hands down.

"Beware! That's a demon, it has no substance."

Feng Chong finally sounded the reminder with a sudden realization.

Hearing the words, the ranger quit without thinking.

But at this moment, the monster also moved. It suddenly bent over and opened its mouth, as if it were a veteran before, vomiting at Zhang Yi. It's just that what it vomited was not flesh and blood, but a plume of insect smoke.

Zhang Yi retreated quickly, and Yunmei chased him even faster.

In the blink of an eye, the thick insect smoke was about to hit the Ranger's face. He couldn't help squeezing the blade in his hand, but the scene just now told him, what is the use of mortal martial arts for this intangible monster?

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Evil."

A light curtain suddenly rose up in front of him.

The menacing demons seemed to hit the dam and the tide reluctantly rolled back.

Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned. Feng Chong, who rushed to rescue him, nodded to show his gratitude.

Feng Daoren has a solemn face.

"It's not over yet!"

The words fell, and the ears heard the continuous and thunderous "buzzing" sound.

But seeing the depths of the prison, a huge insect smoke roared suddenly. If the demons in the front are splashes, the ones behind are the flood peaks, crushing bricks and utensils along the way, smashing beams, pillars, and walls, and roaring surging.

The light curtain did not last for half a second before it was crushed.

Insect smoke, for example, flooded the gate, smashed the prison door, and poured into the hospital.

Zhang Yi crouched down anxiously, piercing the ground with a long knife, protecting him.

But after the insect smoke gushes out of the prison door, the momentum has already dispersed. When this "torrent" is touched, Zhang Yi still feels like he was hit by a mad bull head-on, his bones crunching and wailing, and a mouthful of sweetness and stuffiness. throat.

And the huge force that continued to flow in pushed him back a little bit, slowly bending the long knife.

finally.

"Boom."

The blade forged with fine iron broke apart!

What's more terrible is that more and more insects escaped from the "Hundred Peak" and flew to him, so that they were densely covered with his head and face, and they were squirming to drill into his body from the eyes, ears, nose, and nose.

He wasn't sure what would happen after the worm got into his body, he thought, the puddle of blood left by the horse-faced servant was a warning. The ranger's heart is chilling, but he has tried his best to fight the worm infestation. Where can he spare no effort to deal with the little worm on his face?

Fortunately...

"The world is boundless, the universe borrows the law."

Feng Chong finally moved behind him.

He held two talisman in his hand and slapped it on the ground.

Suddenly.

But saw a ring of fire spread rapidly from under his feet. Wherever they passed, the worms were burnt down one after another, leaving a scorched corpse. The Ranger couldn't help hearing the "cracking" sound in his ears, accompanied by large patches of insects peeling off from his body, it was the explosion of the corpse of the insects being ignited.

Taking advantage of this short time.

Feng Daoren took out the small painted flags on the four sides behind his waist, and threw them in four directions, holding the law to make a decision, and chanting urgently in his mouth:

"One is the Eastern Mengzhang God, the other is the Southern Lingguang God, the third is the Western Guardian God, and the fourth is the Northern God... to protect my body, in a hurry like a law."

The voice fell.

With the four small flags as the corner points, four white translucent light walls rise from the ground, like an isolated island in the sea, firmly propping up a piece of heaven and earth in the worm tide incarnation of the monster.

And the miracle is just like the ocean tide, setting off huge waves, wave after wave, constantly squeezing and slapping the light wall, in vain arousing large ripples, the light wall will eventually stand tall.

Soon.

That miracle changed again, the insect smoke condensed and solidified, and turned into a black poisonous scorpion, with scales and claws full, with a fierce head and horns.

Although there is no sound.

But it can be clearly seen, where the strangulation place, the scales grind and peel off one after another, turning into insect smoke overflowing; the four light walls are trembling and trembling. But under Daoren Feng clenched his teeth, he was still in danger but not broken.

...

Meng Zhang, Lingguang, Supervising Soldiers, and Named, the Four Spirits of this day are actually nicknames for Qinglong, Suzaku, White Tiger, and Xuanwu.

Therefore, Feng Chong's name for this array is simple, and it is called "Four Elephants".

However, although this "four elephant array" is as solid as a rock on all sides, it also has a fatal flaw, and it is empty above it.

Yunmei has already discovered this.

However, seeing the poisonous scorpion suddenly disappeared into the smoke, it rose into the air, and converged again above the magic circle.

immediately.

Just like a meteorite, hit it right away!

"careful!"

Zhang Yi threw Feng Chong out of the circle.

Yunmei has also crashed to the ground, setting off a wave of worms, and chasing her.

At this critical juncture.

There was a smile on Feng Daoren's face quietly.

The fish finally got the bait!

He changed his skills.

Drink:

"seal up!"

Suddenly.

The already dim light wall instantly condensed, blocking the chasing worms. At the same time, a light curtain was added to the top to form a complete cube, which firmly trapped the magic.

Originally, he deliberately sold the flaws and acted a trick to invite you to enter the urn.