Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The whole world stopped.

Li Changan walked out of the demon nest.

Saw dense raindrops floating in the air, one by one.

Seeing Zhang Yi holding San Niangzi in the corner, tears bloomed on the feet of flowers.

Seeing that in the courtyard, the people who woke up one after another became frozen again, like sculptures.

Along the way.

The world is dead.

All you can hear is the sound of your own footsteps, heartbeat, breathing, and the sound of clothing rubbing.

Sudden.

簌~

there's noise!

He suddenly followed the sound and turned his head.

A black shadow jumped out from the root of the wall.

Without thinking, Li Changan ran after him.

...

The speed of the shadow is unexpectedly fast.

Li Changan had to use a sacred urn to reluctantly follow him.

A chase and flee.

Soon we arrived at the long street in front of the Temple of Wine.

The dark shadow no longer flew, but turned and ran into the closed door panel of the street shop, without breaking the thin wooden door. Instead, it scattered into a cloud of thick ink and melted into the picture on the door. Character drawings.

Door god?

Li Changan came down and took a closer look.

wrong.

There are no door gods painted directly on the door panels, and, looking at the strange characters, they are not like the door gods, but they are like those weird soldiers and soldiers on the murals of Shuiyue View.

Li Changan lit the fire and looked around.

However, the walls, windows, door panels, beams and pillars along the street are covered with pictures of "fighting soldiers."

What does this mean... Hiss~ A cool breeze rolled into the neck with raindrops.

The Taoist shrank his neck, but was startled again.

Time has stopped, why is there still wind?

The world is alive again?

He looked around, and then saw a strange sight.

The stagnant rain flowed again, but not downward, but upward, rolling the Tianhe River.

The rain cloud dissipated, revealing the bright star man who was spinning continuously behind the cloud.

If the pause button was pressed just now, it is now the back button.

Back in time, the stars change.

When dazzled.

Crunch.

The door in front of me opened suddenly.

The Taoist priest was startled, and quickly backed away to guard.

But I saw a person coming out of the door, dressed as a buddy looking at the shop.

His eyes were dull, his expression stiff, like a puppet that was stalked, his sluggish eyes didn't pause for even a second on Li Changan next to him, closed the door, and left the street straight away.

No matter how the Taoist tentatively called, there was no response.

At the same time, the door opened and closed endlessly.

But seeing the entire street, all the paved doors were opened, and many men, women and children came out, the same sluggishness, the same movements, the same concealing the doors and walking into the street, converging into a mighty and silent crowd. Flocked beyond the long street.

It didn't take a moment.

The crowd left, leaving Li Changan with an empty long street and a burst of red sun.

Yes.

After the star shifts, the day and night change.

The light and darkness changed so fast that Li Changan's eyes couldn't adapt, so he had to turn his gaze slightly away.

But I was surprised to see it.

It turned out that it was not just the wall with soldiers painted on it, but on both sides of the whole long street, every wall, every door and window, every beam and pillar, there are pictures of soldiers in pink, blue, purple, black and white. Living spirit (harmony) comes alive and walks on it.

During the action, he turned sideways slightly, as if listening to a command from a certain direction.

Li Changan took a look.

It turned out that, in the direction of the rampant soldiers, at the end of the long street, in front of the Temple of Wine, there is a special platform at this moment.

No matter how extravagant the ordinary dharma platform is, it is nothing more than working on ritual artifacts, decorations, and personnel, but this dharma platform is different. It consists of twelve large tables, stacked one by one.

It's several feet high.

It even surpassed the spire of the Temple of Wine, so that the figures on the stage seemed to be in the middle of the red sun.

This platform is called Dengyuntai, and it belongs to the Lushan Dharma.

And in Xiaoshui City, how many people are Lushan Cultists?

Li Changan raised his eyes, and gradually adapted to the light, and saw the people on stage.

The magnificent and complicated vestments wrapped the rickety remnant body, and the multicolored **** forehead was tied around the Cang Cang Hao head.

Sure enough.

The real person of Shuiyue Yumei.

…………

Dengyuntai is at the end of the long street, but Li Changan is at the end of the street.

The distance is too far for Feijian to reach.

So Chong Yumei shouted:

"Why is Yu Zhenren here on stage, and he is also acting as a way to draw the younger generation here? What advice do you have?"

On the cloud platform, Yu Mei just fell silent.

Li Changan frowned and was about to go up, but suddenly behind the beam column in front, a tall and mighty military commander turned out.

Wearing a silver robe and gold armor, with a five-color flag stuck behind his back, one face is painted blue and white, like an actor on stage, and his mouth is full of ups and downs.

"I am the Lord of the Law and sit down with God General She, and the Lord of Law is here, and the Taoist is not quick to bow down!"

God will?

Li Changan took a glance.

The figure is slightly illusory, and it is indeed not a mortal.

Looking closely, there is a demon turbidity hidden in the Qing Qi.

Rampant is it.

The Taoist priest ignored him, but continued to ask Yu Mei loudly:

"It turns out that the reinforcements in Yuda's population are real people, and the rampant soldiers of the Jin Mansion that day are your handwriting. Now, what is the intention of this battle?"

On Gao Gaodeng's cloud platform, Yu Mei was still speechless.

On the contrary, the rampant general in front of him was furious.

"Bold Taoist, dare to be rude to the Fa master."

He raised his hand, the blue light surged and turned into a big spear, Hong Ying Tun (harmonious) spit out the spear blade, for example, the green snake came out of the hole and went straight to the chest and abdomen of the Taoist priest.

"Suffer!"

Li Chang'an was always vigilant, dodged for the first time, and at the same time swung a long sword in his hand.

puff.

The long sword easily penetrated into the gap of the armor, and Li Changan was stunned.

This is rampant? Why is it so weak?

With the surprising effort, the madman buried his face and couldn't help muttering in his mouth.

"Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain."

The voice is getting more and more urgent, getting louder, and getting more and more vague and not like a human voice.

finally.

"It hurts me too!"

He hissed with his head up high.

A human face quickly began to twist and deform, and his body swelled rapidly, his white robe shattered, and his armor flew away.

Li Changan drew his sword and retreated quickly, and immediately followed by a fishy wind.

He turned and avoided again, then raised his eyes.

The light around him suddenly became dim.

He was blocked by a creeping (harmoniously) moving "wall" in front of him. There were blue and white scales on the wall. It turned out that it was a giant snake that surrounded himself in the center.

Looking up, a huge (harmonious) triangle snake heads out its fangs and speaks.

"Swallow you!"

Pounced down.

The next moment.

"Slash the demon."

The cyan sword light was violent, showing that the true nature was torn apart in the blink of an eye, turning into a mess of meat.

The blood rain fell and the Roshan collapsed, revealing the figure of a Taoist priest.

He was looking at the crucified snake head thoughtfully.

Although rampant soldiers were originally demons and ghosts, they did not sound like they were caught by the Daoist sects. But in fact, for demons, this is also a very rare path of righteous practice.

Ordinarily, for the monsters who have converted to the right way, the "slashing of the monsters" that only breaks the evil spirits will not have much effect, at least it will not be chopped into pieces like the former, like cutting tofu.

unless.

It was originally taken by the evil law, and it was not a righteous "guard the way". Or, it was the Fa master who fell into the evil way, causing it to be stained with blood or committing evil deeds. No matter what kind of it... Li Changan looked at it coldly, and Yu Mei had already danced a weird dance on the cloud-climbing platform. Between the roundabouts, the vestments stretched out, and the **** bell rang. At the same time, one army after another will jump out of the painting, and in a blink of an eye, the whole street will be blocked, the eyes are cold, and they flock to the Taoist priests... it is no longer necessary to waste their tongues.

Li Changan's sword shaken, shaking away the demon blood.

"Outside the evil spirit."

Shining lightly on the urn.

He jumped and went into the crowd of demons.