Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

A hundred years of change is in a trance.

When Li Changan woke up from the illusion of Xiaoshui's past.

Can't help but breathe a sigh of relief:

"I see."

It turns out that Xiaoshui Mirage is just a carefully cast tomb.

Vine Demon is Yu Mei, a gravekeeper who violated his duty.

Herbalist, or Baihuadie, is a funerary object intended to be the main object of the guest.

The all living beings in it are just monsters in human skin.

And the so-called "monster epidemic" is naturally not a real epidemic, it's just that the "actor" broke free from the "role" for decades, and woke up furiously hungry.

Think so.

What is the purpose of fighting for life these days? Except for what demon? What kind of people have you helped?

The Taoist chuckled.

He raised his head slightly, the sunlight from the kiln entrance shone on his face, warm and dazzling, he raised his hand to cover...Huh? The Taoist stunned, put his hand down, flipped in front of his eyes and looked closely. The left hand that had been broken by the mace was as good as ever.

Not only that.

Deep or shallow scratches, bites, stab wounds, slashing wounds all over the body, and even the weakness with excessive blood loss were swept away. If it weren't for the rags on the body, it really made people think that the rampant killing of the same group was just a dream.

"call."

The Taoist priest opened his chest to breathe, stretched his joints, and felt that his body was light and energetic, and he was in good condition everywhere, but his muscles and bones were too stagnant, and his hands and feet were a bit tingling, as if sitting stiffly for too long.

His mind moved.

Look at the sun in the middle of the sky, it is still in the middle of the night when it enters the illusion.

"How long?"

"Three days."

Bacchus replied lightly, but Li Changan heard it, but a spirit jumped up.

Three days have passed in reality, and in that illusion...

"The **** thunder of the purple mansion is really domineering!" Bacchus twisted his beard and laughed, "I just cut the illusion through the illusion. I don't know how many demons have been burned and shaken. Wouldn't it be possible on the spot if there were more. Shatter the illusion!"

Fortunately, it didn't break up!

Li Changan was very fortunate.

In the illusion, there are tens of thousands of hungry ogres, once they get out of trouble...just thinking about it makes people shudder.

But he didn't finish in a breath.

The Bacchus and Old Gods are talking: "But it will be a matter of time."

Li Changan raised his eyebrows: "How do you say?"

"The illusion should have fallen apart a long time ago. To this day, it is nothing more than devouring the pedestrians, spirits, and beasts in the past, and the other is to demolish the east wall to repair the western wall. But now, the divine thunder not only pierced the illusion, but also shattered it. The foundation. If you hurriedly repair it, you might be able to survive for a while. But even though the vine demon escaped his life by chance, he probably won't have a chance to manage the illusion again."

Taoist priests are puzzled.

The Bacchus sneered and said: "The Taoist forgot the Hundred Fantasy Butterfly? The vine demon waited for the bird to hide his bow, and the Hundred Fantasy Butterfly also waited for the Oriole to be behind."

Li Changan's first reaction is impossible.

The herbalist's iron hook pierced through the bones of the pipa and was re-appointed in the back mountain of Shuiyueguan, and Yu Mei was surrounded by a group of guards.

But then I thought about it.

In the illusion, the iron hook and the seal book are the magical things. The illusion is shaken by the thunder of the gods, and the phantom butterfly is flying in the illusion. It is also possible to take the opportunity to escape.

And the rampant soldiers around Yu Mei used them to deal with himself, and he suffered heavy losses under the gods of mine, and was careless for a while.

But Li Changan faintly has another speculation.

That is, the Baihuadie always has the ability to escape. He deliberately sent it to the door, so as to attract the "Mantis" the Vine Demon to think that he was triumphant, and attack the "Cicada" Li Changan, so that he could be a oriole in the back. .

Figure out the joints.

Li Changan's upset mood calmed down instead.

This is the end of the matter, where can it go bad?

The next developments are nothing more than two kinds. One is the collapse of the illusion, tens of thousands of hungry monsters come out of the cage, and eat thousands of miles without people; the second is to let the dream of the butterfly to succeed, and the birds occupy the nest and stabilize it. The illusion, for example, takes some monsters as the nourishment for the illusion, and over time, it becomes a huge evil demon.

all in all.

One is violent chaos, and the other is endless misfortune.

Either way, it can't be solved in a hurry.

The Taoist priest simply sat down with his legs crossed and looked at the side beside him, whether he really didn't care, or the dick-hearted Bacchus, and wondered:

"Being respecting the gods is a landlord, and now I have to get out of the cage, is there no way to do it?"

Bacchus shook his head and laughed.

"The Taoist priest looks at me too high."

"I have cut off offering sacrifices for nearly a hundred years, and have been sealed in stone statues for decades. It should have disappeared long ago."

"Although the Taoist priest used his supernatural powers to awaken me from the chaos, a lonely soul can't see through or touch the illusion."

"It was your divine thunder that pierced through the illusion, and I was able to see the things in the illusion, but as the thunder and fire subsided, the illusion healed, and I lost sight of the things inside."

"The only thing I can do is probably to send one or two people into or out of the illusion through the gap cut by the divine thunder."

All right.

Li Changan was mentally prepared, and he was not too disappointed.

It's just that Bacchus is unreliable, and his own single sword is absolutely difficult to solve the dilemma in front of him. Thinking about the previous few times of exorcism, whether it is a mountain spider or a corpse Buddha, there are foreign references that can be cited.

But this time, the Taoist priests walked all the way, full of deserted villages, abandoned shops, deep mountains and old forests. They have never seen a living person, so who can they find?

Besides, tens of thousands of monsters can't be solved with one or two helpers.

The only way, I am afraid, is to stop the situation in advance before it reaches its worst point.

But according to Bacchus, whether it's a group of monsters coming out of the cage or being succeeded by the phantom butterfly, it's only overnight.

The situation in front of us is imminent, distressed, and rolling wheels on our heads.

If Li Changan wanted to avoid breaking his bones, he would have to flee with his tail clipped, leaving all grievances behind him, watching from afar, sitting by watching the demon as a disaster.

However.

Can you really put it aside and look at it?

...

Li Changan frowned and thought hard, and the Dionysus next to him didn't care about him, so he only conjured up his own wine utensils and pours them out.

The clouds roll in the sky, let the sun move.

Until the sun quietly slipped out of the narrow sky above.

Li Changan suddenly started.

Don't speak, only a fierce man plunged into the water.

Not for a while.

He picked up the flying sword embryo like a dead fish and the companion sword bent into a plow from the bottom of the water, cut some vines, wrapped the flying sword around his waist, and stepped on the companion sword straight.

After some activities, I realized that my muscles and bones had been opened up, which was unprecedentedly refreshing, and then I opened my mouth to Bacchus:

"But I have to trouble the gods again."

Bacchus did not look up.

"The Taoist can speak frankly."

"Thank you to send me back to the illusion."

This sentence finally hooked the Bacchus from between the cups and cups, and he fixedly looked at the Taoist priest, with incredible surprise.

"You have a way?!"

"Some clues, but whether it can be used, whether it can be achieved after using it, always have to read and try to know."

"That's no way."

Bacchus's straight waist fell away again, and he slumped on his stone statue, pouring wine into his mouth from glass to glass.

"I think the Taoist priest is also a sensible person. When you know that the illusion at this time is a hundred times more dangerous than usual, you are young and you are not bad at it. Why bother to throw your good years and useful bodies here."

This is true.

The illusion is indeed more dangerous now.

In the past, people were in the illusion, although they were ignorant and pawns, the only ones that really had to deal with were Yu Mei and Langzhong. ,

But now, the illusion is pierced by the thunder of the gods and is on the verge of collapse. Tens of thousands of demons may break free from the illusion and cannibals at any time. At this time, entering Xiaoshui again, the biggest danger becomes the illusion itself. What's more, there are Yu Mei and the doctor watching closely.

It can be said that if there is a slight difference, you will have to be crushed.

but……

"The gods do not know. Although I, Li Changan, I also worship Sanqing and practice Taoism, but I did not teach the urn. In the final analysis, I am a fake Taoist. I am not as clear and calm as the true Taoist. I am stingy and stingy. , It means that Jacques must be reported."

"Master's memorial tablet and his portable magical tools have fallen into the illusion, so I can't help but take it."

"Yu Mei still has that big moth fiddle with me as a chess piece. I can't help but report this grudge!"

"Moreover……"

Li Changan smiled and pointed to the stone statue behind Dionysus.

Before drinking the wine, there was only a slight crack, but now he woke up from the illusion and healed from his injuries, but half of the stone statue had fallen apart into gravel.

"You can't help but pay back your life-saving grace."

Bacchus' self-pouring and self-drinking suddenly took a long time, and shook his head with a wry smile, revealing the fatigue and weakness hidden under the free and easy appearance.

He stood up solemnly and bowed deeply.