Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Within the light array.

Worm smoke can't help but boil.

Sometimes it turned into a giant python, sometimes a tiger-wolf, sometimes it turned into a yaman who was eaten by it, and sometimes it simply turned back to a worm tide, constantly beating, hissing, and slamming against the light wall.

The trembling formation was indeterminate, and Feng Daoren's nose was bleeding black blood.

But he didn't care about it, and only tried his best to mobilize the mana, so that the light wall gradually tightened, and the image of the magical charm was crushed one by one.

Until it is gathered to three feet square, a distance that can be cut with a single knife.

The four light walls reflect each other, illuminating the enchantment squeezed in it transparently.

"See?"

Feng Chong asked.

"I saw it."

The ranger held on to the hilt of the knife. Although his knife was broken, fortunately, there were many spares.

In the mindless conversation, the eyes of the two focused on somewhere in the cage at the same time.

There, the churning and surging depth of insect smoke.

A finger-sized black gold spar shimmered dullly under the light of the light wall.

"That's where the primordial spirit of Yunmei is."

As Feng Daoren was talking, he threw a talisman at the ranger.

"Using this talisman, sticking it to the blade, and applying blood on the blade, can crush the soul and slay the demon. But remember, the mana of the poor will be exhausted, and it must be fast!"

Feng Chong did not ask Zhang Yi: Do you have the courage to go? Or, do you have the ability to hit it right away?

Zhang Yi did not ask Feng Chong: If you miss, what will happen?

Ranger just silently nodded, drew a knife, put a charm, wiped blood, grabbed his body, and finally slashed.

But the moment the blade passed through the light wall and cut into the demons.

Its smoky body suddenly condensed into an ointment-like fluid, and it was dumb with a faint metallic luster.

When the blade goes in, it's like a boat's paddle churning into the mud. Every inch of advancement takes all of your energy.

Also at this time.

The yellow talisman on the knife suddenly ignited, and the fire of the talisman actually ignited the blood on the blade's blade, and the red flame ignited, boiling the surrounding "ointment".

So the blade passed, without hindrance.

The long knife burned with flames and the air roared in a short and agitated clash of gold and iron.

"Chang!"

Draw a gorgeous arc of fire.

Subsequently.

The flame went out and the insect smoke calmed down.

Feng Dao's words bring hope.

"Cut it?"

"It's cut."

The ranger turned his head with a wry smile.

"But... can't cut it."

…………

Yunmei's body suddenly soared.

Feng Chong could no longer hold on to the Four Elephant Array, which was struggling to maintain, and it burst into pieces.

The burst of air immediately lifted the two of them into flight.

The Ranger was so close, the whole person was thrown out and hit the courtyard wall, and even the dirty blood that had accumulated in his throat was squeezed out.

For a time.

The severe pain deprived him of control of his body, and he could only languish in the corner. In my dizziness, I heard the "buzzing" sound of insect swarms like a huge tide, and the insect smoke incarnation of Demon's Demon was constantly surging, like thunderclouds agitated by a storm on the sea.

Even if you can't hear the words, you can't see the movements, you can see that Yunmei is very angry.

The ranger grinned open.

Isn't that just right?

It shows that the cut just now was not entirely in vain.

Take a few breaths.

He struggled to get up with the knife, and Feng Chong was already standing in front of him staggeringly, smiling sadly.

"It's today if you don't want to become a feather."

The ranger's eyes were cold and resolute: "It's only death."

"otherwise."

Feng Chong shook his head and pointed to Zheng Tong and Xu Zhan at the courtyard gate.

"A good head, how can it be thrown around? Enough people have died tonight. This demon was temporarily stopped by the poor road, and Jushi Zhang took the two of them away quickly."

The ranger was silent for a while.

Feng Daoren has already said to himself:

"Good and evil oppose, and you will die until you die."

"This is the ancestral precept of the teacher, and the righteousness of the people of my generation."

He stopped speaking, only took out the talisman in his hand, silently squeezing out the last trace of mana.

The Ranger murmured his lips, dropped the knife in his hand abruptly, turned back and ran to the courtyard gate, picking up the two of them with one hand and they were about to flee.

But the enraged Demon, how could he tolerate this prey that almost killed himself and escaped.

The smoke boiled and the insect swarms vibrated.

Yunmei's body suddenly swelled, and the insect smoke couldn't help condensing, uplifting, and expanding. In an instant, it transformed into a towering cliff with a height of hundreds of thousands in the courtyard.

Looking at it, there is a sense of covering the sky and the sun, making people win the gods.

Subsequently.

The land smashed into a landslide, and the cliff was crushed down.

Ranger silently put down Zheng Tong and Xu Zhan, he knew that he couldn't escape.

Feng Daoren muttered to himself:

"Feng Chong is embarrassed by the ancestors of the past."

He moved forward with a praying man’s arm as a car.

At this time.

"The wind comes."

The sudden sound behind his ears made Feng Chong a little dazed.

Soon.

A sharp whistling pierced into my ears, and a gust of wind came up against the ground and rushed away from the cliff.

The two touched each other, causing a loud rumbling and cracking ears.

The collapsing "mountain" and the rising wind wrestle with each other endlessly.

Taoist Feng was shocked for a while, and even forgot to take the opportunity to dodge.

But there is no need to dodge, probably because after a brief stalemate, this sudden gust of wind actually rolled back the cliff incarnation of Demon's Demon.

Feng Chong was at a loss for a while, but from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a Taoist man with short hair walking out behind him.

It was Li Changan who was chasing the ghost-faced man back, but the magical horse broke down halfway.

The Taoist held his sword in his hand, gait calmly, and muttered words in his mouth.

Feng Chong also didn't hear it really, but only vaguely heard the sentence: "Follow the fire and go wind..."

Which spell is this?

Before he could think of a reason, he saw Li Changan wave his hand, and the wind subsided immediately.

And that fascination also converged, turning into a giant python that could be ten feet long, just like a snake in ancient books that can swallow an elephant.

It raised the head of the snake, as if it could cover the stars and the moon; when it opened a huge kiss, it seemed to swallow the entire yard in one bite. In this terrifying power, he bit down.

Li Changan only replied with one word.

"Evil."

In an instant.

There seemed to be a small electric light flashed by.

That seemingly unstoppable python suddenly collapsed. But seeing the insect smoke scattered all over the sky, revealing the center of the abdomen, the primordial crystal stone of dark golden color, and the black fluid that gathered back.

The Taoist priest has already stepped, drew his sword, and stabbed straight.

Feng Chong behind was agitated, remembering the previous scene where Zhang Yi swung his knife, and hurriedly reminded:

"careful……"

The words are not finished.

The cyan sword light was accompanied by a cracking sound.

The sound of the insect swarms that filled the ears suddenly stopped, and the worm smoke and the spar fragments fluttered down along with the spar fragments. At the same time, a large amount of light-colored gas was precipitated, which quickly filled most of the yard.

Li Changan leaped lightly, withdrew back, looked around, and said in doubt:

"Be careful?"

Feng Chong: "..."

After a long while, it was difficult to squeeze a smile.

"I mean, the demon's corpse emits miasma and poisonous, so you must be careful."

"Oh."

Although the Taoist priest felt that Feng Chong’s words were not true, the miasma was indeed troublesome. He could bring in a violent wind to remove it, but the miasma was no more harmful than Shihuoluo’s phantom smoke, and it was much more harmful and massive. Will harm the creatures elsewhere.

"Can fellow Taoists have a way?"

Li Changan asked casually, but Feng Chong suddenly became energetic, muttering something, "It turns out that friend Li Daoyou can't catch things, so please don't worry about it."

Then, excitedly turned over a clay pot in the corner of the yard, filled it with a piece of talisman paper, vomiting blood while sipping blood, while urging mana, like a long whale sucking water, putting all the miasma into the pot.

Li Changan felt that this person's joy was inexplicable, but he was too lazy to delve into it. He saw that the miasma was swept away by him, and he simply stepped into the prison, or the ruins of the prison.

After this tossing, the building with a large area is completely finished, only the surrounding walls are crumbling, and the roof beams and tiles have collapsed.

As for the servants who stayed behind, Li Changan only pulled out a few soap clothes wrapped in pus and blood from the ruins, and the ghost-faced girl... I didn't see her plain red dress, she probably escaped.

The ruins were full of the stench left by Demon, Li Changan could not find any other clues, so he went back to the yard.

But looking at the chicken feathers in this place, the Taoist priest couldn't help being filled with doubts.

As mentioned in the previous article, this monster is called Yunmei, but it is not uncommon for it to be born from the miasma of the mountains.

The strange thing is that this kind of monsters are usually only found in the mountains and old forests and inaccessible places. Why do they appear in Xiaoshui, a prosperous place on earth?

Furthermore, although Taoist priests used wind, fire and thunder, they had scruples in their hearts and used less than one-tenth. Judging from the demon's size, supernatural powers, and the miasma released after death, it would be too easy to kill. Take an example, it's like a tiger, you go up with fear, but the other person is as docile as a small milk cat.

Weird.

Could this be due to the Yellow Book?

The Taoist priest was thinking, but there was a series of footsteps outside the courtyard.

Later, Xing Catou and his men were long overdue.

As soon as he entered the yard, before he had time to ask a question, he first saw the prison behind the Taoist priest, and he was suddenly struck by thunder.

The expression is as if you went downstairs to get a courier, but when you went home, you found that your friend’s Husky had tore up your baby’s homework, broke his wife’s perfume, and smashed your hand.

There was anger in the panic, and there was a little grievance hidden in the anger.

All in all, one sentence.

That's it!