Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The loose hair was covered by blood and sweat.

Feng Chong did not dare to withdraw his hand slightly and flick it away.

He knotted his hands and tried his best to activate the mana, trying to complete the spell as quickly as possible.

"The sun is really hot, casting your true shape."

In the hurried chanting, a golden phoenix bird's feathers were growing in the raging flames in front of him.

However.

"Help me get used to it, threaten all soldiers, and be anxious..."

Suddenly.

A frosty sword blade was handed out like a ghost, and it came straight to the neck.

I was stuck at the time when the fire method was about to become unfinished, and I was unable to use other means.

As a last resort.

Untie the French seal and close your palms together.

The fire phoenix, who could flutter its wings, wailed.

It burst open.

The raging fire wave pushed back the deadly sword, and also threw Feng Chong away fiercely, smashing into the end of the street.

Regardless of backlash, the chest hurts sharply and the throat feels sweet.

He got up with both hands and feet, and plunged into the dark alley.

It's the same again.

That's it again!

From the moment the two sides met, he was almost driven to despair.

There is no other reason.

This ghost-faced man seemed to have the ability of an unpredictable prophet, able to see through all his tricks at a glance, understand all his actions, and often handed out a deadly sword before the spell was completed.

All his Dao Fa cultivation bases have almost become useless, but because of the forcible interruption of the spell, he suffered a lot of backlash.

Had it not been for some life-saving means, he would have become a ghost under the sword.

On the occasion of gnashing teeth.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a glimpse of panic, and a cold light swept across.

Feng Chong struggled to turn around to avoid it, and he could avoid this swift sword light wherever his sparse skill, the sword's edge fell on his body without a doubt, shattering the blue light all over his body.

"The last amulet."

Feng Chong had this idea in his mind, and he received a heavy blow on his waist and eyes.

The whole person fluttered out in a whirl, "bang" under the wall.

Regardless of the pain.

Raising his hand, he threw out a few talismans.

However, the place where Huang Fu fell was empty, and there was no half of a human figure.

right.

That's it.

The other party is like a roundworm in his own belly, and every move he takes is as expected by Guimianren.

Fight back?

Where can it be done?

Feng Chong suddenly had a hunch.

Maybe it will be hard tonight.

It's just... he gritted his teeth and pinched.

"disease!"

Fulu ignited as many as possible, forming a huge fireball, filling the entire narrow alley.

He rolled over and fought hard to escape.

...

Xiaoshui is crowded and narrow, and the houses are crowded.

The wide and narrow alleys are connected together like a maze.

Feng Chong was fairly familiar with the terrain in this area, and he could barely avoid the increasingly fierce swordsman of the ghost face with the tortuous alleyways and some small means.

However, there is a limit to running away blindly.

He dodges the fatal sword again, leaving a deep bone wound on his arm, and digging into an alley.

Waiting for him in front is a towering wall.

dead end?

It's over.

He smiled miserably and looked back in panic.

The moonlight is bright, and the lanes are deep.

The ghost-faced man leaped down from the wall, like a goshawk pounce.

The sword light is connected to the moonlight.

Shining brightly.

It's so brilliant, and so cold.

It was just a blink of an eye.

Puff.

His chest was cold, and blood flowed down the cold steel.

Feng Chong's body suddenly stagnated, his head hung weakly, and his left hand was weak and pulled a few times in the air.

His face was buried in the shadows, his lips moaned.

The sound is small, but clear enough.

What he said is:

"caught you!"

With the voice.

The blood condensed on the tip of the sword dripped.

It is like a spark into the fuelwood.

Suddenly, a gleam of light floated on the ground.

The Ghost Face looked down.

At the feet of the two people, there are seven **** footprints arranged in a big dipper and golden flames entwined.

The Ghost Face Man was about to pull away and flee, but Feng Chong's left hand, which seemed to be powerless, grabbed him tightly at this time.

Taoist raised his face, a decisive smile appeared on his embarrassed face.

Still in the **** mouth, I can finally say completely:

"Hurry as a law."

This is his final method.

The flames on Kui Dou's footprints suddenly spread, forming a shining golden talisman.

immediately.

The raging golden flames rose into the sky.

...

Feng Chong did not look at the enemy struggling and screaming in the flames.

He staggered a few steps, trying to stand firm.

But this moment.

All will and strength flowed quickly with the trauma of the chest.

He eventually fell down and lay on his back on a hard and cold bluestone slab.

Gradually, his gaze was facing the moon caught between the high walls of the alley.

Somehow.

What flashed in my mind was a fragment of him as a glass lion eating a living person in the fire.

He made his last effort to get this misconception out of his mind.

Recalling those little details that had forgotten the details during the repair in the mountains, remembering the vague Master's repeated warnings.

"Devil guards..."

He whispered.

The bright moonlight dimmed a little bit before his eyes.

…………

The skyrocketing light naturally caused some commotion.

But the people of Xiaoshui are really obedient.

Under the curfew.

Not only did no one come out to check, but even the commotion quickly subsided.

Not long.

A team of patrolling officials rushed to the scene.

All that can be left to them or say they are the mess all over the floor and a charred corpse.

Blowed by the evening breeze.

It turned into fire and scattered.

The officials lingered for a while, whispered a few words, and finally retreated.

After another while.

A corner of the alley not far away.

The light and shadow in the air distorted for a while, and finally two figures appeared out of thin air.

Both of them wore ghost faces made of bronze, one laughed wildly, and the other furious.

Needless to say, it is naturally Yu Mei and Li Changan.

"The last spell of the glazed lion..."

Yu Mei solemnly looked at Li Changan.

Although the current situation of the Taoist priest was not as miserable as it was before Feng Chong's death, his wig was scorched by the flames, his clothes were only a little scorched, and his body was covered with burns.

"You could have avoided."

Li Changan took off the mask and said:

"Feng Daoyouyu said that the spell is called the'Golden Flame Curse', derived from the Golden Light Curse. Although it is powerful, it only hurts evil spirits. It is his last approach to the enemy..."

The Taoist priest kept looking at the place where Feng Chong died, and his lips were closed for a long time. After all, he didn't say much, he just turned his head and raised his eyebrows and said:

"thanks."

Thank her for helping her hide her deeds, but also for not intervening.

Yu Mei turned away.

"There is no more chance."

"I can save it."

Li Changan smiled reluctantly, but then asked in confusion:

"Where is the Tai Sui Demon?"

"Shuiyueguan."

…………

The next day.

The Golden Crow was confused at first.

On the low hills on the outskirts of the city.

Shuiyueguan is shaded by the secluded forest and is bathed in sunlight.

In front of the mountain gate, believers came to visit early, and they were not in a hurry to burn incense in the front hall, but went down to the backyard under the guidance of the Taoist boy.

Because Xiaoshui has not been peaceful lately, there are both wicked girls who are acting fiercely at night, and all kinds of weird things, the county master invited the real person Qingping to do a grand ceremony before the Dionysus, both for the souls of those who died in the previous night. Batu, also pray for Xiaoshui City's disaster, go for some bad luck, so as to welcome the festive season.

But Shuiyueguan has always been frugal and does not store assets. The Taoist priests who practice in the temple can only count as ten children.

With such a small amount of manpower, where can a grand ceremony be held?

Fortunately, if you can't grasp it, believers can help.

These early morning men and women of the mountain are good faithful men and women who have got the news to catch up with the mountain, and they have money to contribute, and they are able to contribute to the grand event.

However, as this manpower is too large, it will inevitably be mixed with some different characters.

...

From the moment I stepped into the mountain gate.

Li Changan realized that this operation might have failed again.

the reason is simple.

In the view of Shuiyue, there is no mildew stain of grievances.

"Is there any discovery?"

Li Changan glanced sideways, and the one who approached was a rough-handed peasant woman, pretending to pick and wash the fungus carelessly.

He looked around again as if nothing had happened.

At the moment, the two of them are in the kitchen of Shuiyueguan, because they are preparing tribute and fast food, the kitchen is crowded with busy people, it is smoky and very lively.

Seeing no one was paying attention, Li Changan responded in a low voice to the peasant woman, who was actually Yu Mei.

"Getting nothing, how about you?"

Yu Mei also shook his head.

This is not unexpected.

There is no mildew, which means that in the Shuiyue View, the two of them are blinded by the illusion like the others. Since they can't see through the illusion, how can they find clues?

Fortunately, before he was ready to venture in to investigate, the two made a plan for this situation.

Li Changan called again:

"Bacchus is here?"

This time there was finally a response.

"I really can't help it." Dionysus's apologetic voice rang in his ears, "Shuiyueguan here is difficult for my spirit to penetrate, and it took a lot of time."

"It's okay." Li Changan asked, "Are you ready?"

"Everything is ready, the two close their left eyes."

Li Changan obeyed the instructions.

Business as usual in the eyes, no change.

"Close your right eye again, and open your left eye."

Li Changan did what he said.

This time, the world in my eyes changed drastically.

The room was again covered with mildew, and the chopping boards and the pork, beef and mutton hanging from the beams became bodies of people who had been stripped and washed.

The large wooden barrels in the corner that were originally filled with water and waste are now filled with blood-stained hair and tattered public uniforms.

Come to think of it, these are the objects to be overwhelmed today.

Look at the side of the stove.

The pyrotechnician has turned into a four-armed horse monkey, holding various kitchen utensils, and picking and washing the "fungi" that Yumei had just personally picked and washed-a basin of white soaked ears, added oil and salt, in the raging fire Stir fry in a pot. During the period, I picked up a slice and tasted it, chewing it in my mouth, crisp and sound.

In this situation, it was Li Changan who often walked in the ancient tomb of the deserted house. He was accustomed to seeing the weirdness and tragedy of the world. , For a time, was actually lost in a daze.

Sudden.

Behind.

"What are you looking at?"

Yu Mei suddenly aroused his spirit, and the meaning was about to happen.

Li Changan held her down, turned around if nothing happened, and complained:

"You are so abruptly talking behind your back, you startled me, what's the matter?"

The one who was talking was also a cooking lady, she smiled and cursed a few words, and said the business.

"Stop your hands and first help deliver the tribute to the yard."

Yu Mei had just never seen such a scene before, and was shocked for a while, and reacted right now, and together with Li Changan, he received the tribute from the auntie.

In the right eye, those are two pig heads.

In the left eye, there are two human heads with perm, and two human heads with the same face.

This face Li Changan is very impressive.

This is the face of Gu Tian clan or Tai Sui Yao.

...

"From the perspective of these two heads, it is estimated that the Tai Sui Demon is used by the phantom butterfly as a source of food."

"Can the flesh and blood of Tai Sui Demon eat?"

"The flesh and blood of the body will make people go crazy with hunger, and the incarnation will only make people appetite. It is still possible to fill the belly of the worm."

"So the Tai Sui Demon must be alive and well, and 80% of it is hiding somewhere in Shuiyueguan."

The two exchanged a few words in a low voice, and walked into a spacious courtyard.

In the world of the right eye, where the sun is warm, full of heat, and enjoyable, many men, women and children, under the command of several Taoists, swiftly built the blessing venue little by little; but in the world of the left eye, there are yards all over the place. The mildew stains looked dirty and dilapidated, and the followers looked numb like puppets, and the Taoists became fierce monsters, staring at the believers in the field and salivating.

"It seems that the incarnation of Tai Sui Yao is not very hungry."

Li Changan still said witty words leisurely, and Yu eyebrows crossed him.

"There is no clue in the front yard, we have to look for it in the back yard."

Li Changan's color was correct, and he whispered:

"good."

But at this moment.

"Boom~"

Suddenly a faint bell sounded in the yard.

The believers in the yard raised their heads and listened to the sound, and they were busy as if nothing had happened, but the monsters in the field held their heads up together, and the various ferocious faces showed the same kind of enthusiasm.

The Taoist moved in his heart and looked up.

But seeing the sound of the bell, in the direction of the mountain behind Shuiyue View, the grievances and mildew spread among the clouds, the sky, and the mountains. This courtyard.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The "reality" that Taoist priests saw disappeared without a trace, and the dirty and dilapidated courtyard in the left eye became the pure Taoist temple in the right eye.

There was a thud in my heart, some bad premonition.

He has always been bold.

Just grabbed the monster passing by and pretended to be in a hurry.

"It's all past the morning eclipse, so what morning bell do you ring? Could something have happened?"

The monster that was caught was still hideous in the first second, and then turned into a modest and polite young Taoist in the next second.

"Madam, don't panic, it's not the morning bell. The real person has fasted for several days for this blessing, and it's time to leave the customs at this hour. The bell is to remind us to prepare to fight."

Fast out of customs?

Where's the ghost? !

Li Changan asked again, but he heard a "puff" sound. The eyebrow beside him somehow fell to the ground. The head of the Tai Sui demon clone in his hand fell and rolled to the feet of the Taoist priest, turning into a white pig's head. .

"How……"

Then he opened his mouth, his eyes went dark, and his spirit came out.

…………

at the same time.

"What's wrong?"

A barren forest somewhere outside Shuiyueguan.

Li Changan jumped up, tore off the yellow talisman on his forehead, and pressed his sword to guard his surroundings.

pity.

The object of his question-Yu Mei was still sitting in the woods, holding the yellow talisman on his forehead, looking in a daze.

Just as you can see.

It is not the real body of the two who have just mixed into Shuiyueguan.

Instead, it uses a spell called "soul-sending" that can possess divine minds and turn others into puppets.

This kind of weird spell, which can be called the Zuo Dao, should not have been possible according to the setting of Yu Mei's "Secretary Detective". But she got rid of the influence of the illusion, realized the former dust, and was also one of the hubs of the illusion. She was also an incarnation of Yu Zhenren. She gained some legacy and gained some new skills.

I just didn't think about it. Unfortunately, the new spell fell into the sand just as soon as it was used.

She looked a little shocked, and after a long time, she responded:

"My spells have been wiped out."

"We were discovered?"

The Taoist thought for a moment, but he didn't consciously show any footwork.

But now is not the time to struggle, because it is too close to Shuiyueguan, it would be a dumpling, so I have to run away quickly.

Unexpectedly.

Yu Mei shook his head.

"No, it was erased."

There is no deep meaning in Yumei's words, but Li Changan really doesn't know why.

Fortunately, Bacchus spoke at this time:

"Yu Mei means that this fantasy butterfly has become a climate."

He explained in detail for the Taoist priest.

Everything in the illusion, whether it is the clouds in the sky, the trees in the mountains, the houses in the city, or people’s appearance, memory and character, even the spells used by Feng Chong, Yu Mei and others, are actually transformed by illusions, and exist and Whether or not it is only between the thoughts of the master of the illusion.

Just now, Yumei said that his spell was not destroyed, but erased, which meant that after the bell sounded, "soul-sending" was regarded as an error that shouldn't exist, and it was directly corrected by Illusory Realm.

At the beginning, Li Changan and Yu Mei used the talisman obtained from Feng Chong many times when they were fighting, but Yu Mei could not erase it, but now, Baihuadie did this inadvertently.

This shows that Magic Butterfly has surpassed Yu Mei, the manager, and truly controlled the fantasy world.

At least, within the scope of Shuiyue View.

The news is really terrible.

The Taoist plan was originally based on the fantasy butterfly not fully controlling the illusion, but now, the space for the plan has become more and more narrow, and the key Tai Sui demon has also fallen into the hands of the fantasy butterfly.

The situation is more difficult than the other. I really want to go to the Central Plains and ask for help from Zhenfusi, Zhengyijiao, and Lushan School.

Of course, in this noisy world, if people have spare energy to come to this barren mountains and slaying demons, they have to say something else.

Li Changan is picking up tooth flowers.

Bacchus in the ear: "Taoist, please persuade this child."

Looking up in amazement.

Yu's eyebrows are icy, with evil eyes at the corners of his eyes, and he wants to go up the mountain.

Taoist asked her.

"what you do?"

Yu Mei: "Grab someone!"

"Who?"

"Tai Sui Demon?"

"With the illusion butterfly, it is difficult to distinguish the monster in the water and moon view. It is the Tai Sui monster in front of your eyes. How can you distinguish it?"

"Then kill Hundred Fantasy Butterfly!"

"The fantasy butterfly climate has been established, and there are many minions, and I am afraid that there will be no return."

Bacchus also echoed in time.

"You can kill the phantom butterfly. It has replaced Yu Mei as the hub for maintaining the illusion. When the illusion is shattered, how should these tens of thousands of monsters be cleaned up?"

Of course, there is also a perfect solution, which is to control the phantom butterfly, let it help maintain the illusion, and at the same time use the Tai Sui monster to kill the monsters in the city. It's just that if a few people have this ability, why waste their words here?

All in all, Taoist priests and Dionysus, with one word and one word, finally calmed down the frowning eyebrows.

"What should I do?"

Yu Mei looked down at the mountain.

In the distance, the quiet and clear water and moon view is in sharp contrast with the dull and mottled mountain forest in front of me.

"Watching the phantom butterfly occupy the illusion, tarnishing the real people's efforts?"

Li Changan was also helpless. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't find a better way.

"For today's plan, I can only try to get the magic butterfly out of Shuiyueguan, and then take the opportunity to steal the Tai Sui Demon."

"How to cite?"

"Follow the original plan."

The mountain wind rustles.

Li Changan overlooked Xiaoshui City ajar in the morning mist.

"kill."