Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Opened riverbed, crushed street, broken buildings.

On the "scars" ploughed out by flesh and blood in the city, Li Chang'an galloped along with Yu Mei.

The scenes on both sides kept flying backwards.

It gradually changed its appearance.

Bricks, beams, pillars, trees, and even the sky... everything has lost its original color, like a corpse that has been drained of blood, restored to an empty and colorless picture scroll.

In this blank space, the black spots formed by resentment are particularly dazzling. Not only did they not dissipate, they even gradually condensed into threads, creeping between the fading world, like roots spreading under the shadow, and like blood vessels buried under the pale skin.

With the fading of the world, Li Changan knew that this is the collapse of the illusion, and the falsehood is returning to nothingness.

But those dazzling black "vessels"...

Both Yu Mei and Dionysus said "I don't know" and can only make guesses.

"Mostly the hands and feet of Magic Butterfly."

"The previous bugs must have been to delay time."

"The desperate beast is the most dangerous."

"You two must be careful."

The warning of Bacchus was still in his ears, but Li Changan had to stop.

in front.

The thick fog rises into a high wall one after another.

Suddenly cut the road ahead.

…………

The fog wall was thick as white wax, and his eyes didn't penetrate half a minute.

Li Changan and Yu Mei exchanged glances.

no doubt.

This fog wall was raised weirdly, and inside it was a trap laid by a magic butterfly.

But in other words.

This means that the magic butterfly is behind the fog wall, and what it is planning is also behind the fog wall, and judging from the flesh and blood furrows on the ground, the "balls of flesh" formed by tens of thousands of demons are also behind the wall.

Needless to say.

If you don't get into the tiger's lair, you won't be a tiger!

Yu Mei picked up the Fulu, and Li Changan drew his sword, carefully leaning towards the fog wall.

I didn't think about it.

The tip of the sword was about to touch the mist, as if it had pierced something.

This crossbar suddenly collapsed and shattered on the huge behemoth between heaven and earth, and collapsed into a billowing cloud of smoke.

There is no time to dodge, and there is nowhere to dodge.

The two of them immediately drowned in the mist, plunged into this pure white turbid current, and became blind with their eyes open.

Yu Mei had already opened the world of Dharma, and the Taoist priests were also guarding against him.

The expected attack has not yet arrived.

instead……

"Candied haws! Candied haws with sweet and sour fruits!"

"Scissors, kitchen knife~~"

"Wisteria Yinzi, all diseases are gone."

In the misty fog, I heard a few shouts, and then there were laughter, yelling, bargaining, footsteps, bells, wind, and water.

When the Taoist priest flicked away the last mist in front of his eyes, he was surprised to find that the two of them were actually in a lively street market.

Shops lined up on both sides, canopy boats on the central waterway, and tourists alike on the shore. A little further away, a majestic temple stands tall.

It is the most prosperous and lively long street in front of the temple in Xiaoshui.

The Taoist stepped on the blue bricks on the ground, and a solid touch came from under his feet, and a moist breeze was blowing in his face, with the fragrance of flowers and wine.

The illusion is already on the verge of collapse.

Of course, everything in front of me will only be the magic technique under the magic butterfly cloth.

The two men looked at each other silently.

Yu Mei nodded slightly, squeezing the method with his hands, muttering words down his eyes.

The Taoist stepped forward, glanced around in front of him, and then shouted:

"At this point, when it is time to see the red, your Excellency is still playing this little trick, it is timid and ridiculous? Could it be that which monster has taken the courage?!"

Yu Mei has been opening the Dharma realm, which has the effect of warding off evil spirits and repelling demons, and is held in a semi-transparent arc between three steps. Although the pedestrians on the street are densely populated, they consciously avoid the Dharma Realm and turn a blind eye to the two in the Dharma Realm.

But not long after Li Changan's voice fell, the salesman who passed by beside him suddenly stopped, turned his head and smiled at him: "Dao..."

When the Taoist priest raised his hand, it was a small sword adorned with talisman.

However, just let go.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the arc light behind the Dharma Realm as if it was disturbing, so he turned back and stabbed him without hesitation.

But Jianfeng's place was empty.

I had to look back again, only to find that the small sword had gone out of the realm and there was no trace of it.

"Good, you Daoist Li."

A sweet laugh.

Li Changan followed his reputation. In the attic on the side of the street, a woman pointed at him with a smile and cursed.

"The words and deeds are cunning and murderous, and I expect to be able to enter the magical way soon and become a member of my generation."

During the words, the arc of the Dharma Realm was disturbed again, and the Taoist still wielded his sword, and it was still empty.

A flash of divine kung fu.

The woman returned to the attic with a yawn, and another honest-faced man continued to speak.

"This will be one family sooner or later."

As he spoke, he suddenly changed to a boy shrieking.

"Why do you want to be aggressive and kill them all today?"

Li Changan remained calm.

"Where can the little Taoist compare with your Excellency?"

The Taoist priest didn't look at the boy, he already knew that in this illusion, no one was a phantom butterfly, or everyone was a phantom butterfly.

It's just being calm and mindful, using the sword to focus on a square inch of the world of Dharma.

"Besides, Patriarch has something to say..."

He smiled kindly.

"Stop evil."

The crowd in the street seemed to pause for a second or two.

Then.

"evil?"

In the crowd, a young girl looked surprised, as if she had heard something incredible.

Then he covered his mouth and laughed, sounding like an oriole.

Then another old man laughed, his voice hoarse, like a bellows roar.

At the same time, there was also a big man laughing wildly, like a jackal crying.

Just like that, one after another.

The laughter spread, and the whole street surrounded the two people and laughed in all directions.

It's noisy and upset.

"Beware."

Bacchus reminded.

"It's going to mess up your mind."

The Taoist nodded, calmed down, and waited coldly.

At this time, amidst the roar of laughter, a voice who couldn't distinguish men, women, and children shouted:

"Funny! Funny!"

"Who is the worst in the world?"

"Taoist! Only Taoist is the worst in the world!"

The voice was hidden in the crowd, erratic.

"Taoists are the most hypocritical."

"Teaching people to have no father, no mother, no children, and no daughters, and deceived others to give up fame and wealth. But I became a guest on the throne, full of palaces, and concubines from the princely seat, enjoying the riches, powers, powers, and wines of the world."

The door of a loft on the side of the street suddenly opened. Inside, the jewels pierced people's eyes, and a vague Taoist was lying in the middle, with countless delicacies in front of him and surrounded by beauties.

Looking closer, the Taoist clearly looked like Li Changan, but his cheeks were swollen, his eye sockets were blue and black, and he looked overwhelmingly drunk.

"Taoists are the most greedy."

"To refine a magic weapon requires exhausting the five mountain elites, and to build a golden pill you must swallow the rivers and rivers. Retiring a ghost and fox will ruin the family, and if you use a talisman, you will have to dig out the poor's family."

The gate was closed and the smoke in the street turned.

A fat Taoist priest with big ears took a ride in a car to sell amulet with a boy, and the people ran out of money. The rich didn’t have enough gold and silver, and they had to offer land deeds; the poor had to sell their children if they didn’t have enough copper plates. .

And every time a piece of Fushui was sold, the Taoist priest became fatter, gradually becoming less human, and finally stuck in a car like a mound of mud.

"Taoists are the most vicious."

"Refusing to honor him will make the dog restless. If he refuses to be driven by him, he will be destroyed. As for peeling cramps as a magic weapon, gouging out the flesh to obtain the elixir, it is hard to write, and all the spirits are cursed."

The fat Taoist turned into mud and sank to the ground. There was a tumult from the crowd, and another Taoist came to the opposite side. He smiled kindly, carrying a stack of collars in his hand, and buckled people's necks when they met. People were afraid of him and respectful. Don't dare to resist.

Suddenly a man showed resistance, and the Taoist priest changed his face and turned into blue-faced fangs. He grabbed the man and carried it to a street stall, hung it upside down on an iron hook, peeling it, cramping and breaking his stomach.

"Taoists are the most arrogant."

"The Buddha is like a slave, calling gods and ghosts like a dog, slandering mortals as ants, and treating demons as livestock."

The slaughter stall disappeared like a dream bubble, the street vibrated, and a high platform swelled.

An old Taoist priest was sitting on the stage with his back to the two of them, surrounded by many strange monsters, all begging and wagging their tails, like pigs and dogs.

The veteran Taoist led the monsters one by one, fiddled with them a few times, and then dropped off the high platform, and rolled on the spot, transforming them into an adult appearance.

Li Changan's eyes moved like Pinghu.

Probably because the appearance of those people is very familiar, Bo Ziyu, Feng Chong, Zheng Tong, Zhang Brothers, Xing Butou and his wife...their voices and smiles are generally the same.

The old Taoist priest on the stage turned his face again, gray-haired, weather-beaten, Yu Mei...no, it was Yu Mei.

Yu Mei's breathing was a little short immediately, and Li Changan held her shoulders to make her feel safe and restless.

And the voice gradually became high-pitched and sharp, and continued to sound madly.

"For one's own desires, all spirits will gather into cities, become demons and become human beings, against chaos and law..."

With the voice.

"Yu Mei" on the stage suddenly burst into laughter, and tore off her robes and turned into a huge monster with billowing black smoke.

The whole street suddenly turned into a sea of ​​flames, and people fled in panic.

Those familiar faces, Bo Tzuyu, Xing Datou, Feng Chong... and even Xiao Amei, before rushing to the French realm, with fear and hope, reached out to Li Changan for help.

"Dao Chief Li, save me."

Li Changan raised his eyes and scanned these familiar faces one by one, and finally fell into the tears of Xiao Amei's eyes.

a long time.

Step forward.

A sword pierced Amei's chest, making her small body hang on the sword like a tattered doll.

Li Changan reached out again abruptly, clasped "Amei" by the neck, and tugged in.

"Zizi."

As soon as "Amei"'s face touched the light curtain of the Dharma Realm, it was as if skin and flesh were thrown into a red-hot iron pan, frying with blood, grease and burnt smells.

When he fully entered the world of law, he had turned into an ape-like monster with long bird claws, and there was no good skin all over his body.

Outside the law.

The sea of ​​flames is still boiling, and the crowd is still noisy.

However, the "Bo Tzuyu" had put away the panic and expressionless, standing around the Dharma Realm.

Within the realm of law.

Li Changan dropped the corpse casually.

Wiping the blood stains from his hands on his chest, his eyes were as calm as ever.

"What does this nonsense have to do with me killing you today?"

The voice fell.

Yu Mei slammed his hands to the ground abruptly.

Suddenly the invisible wave spread.

Streets, fires, demons, crowds... the picture in front of me suddenly felt like a flat lake wrinkled, then like a lens cracked, and finally melted like thin ice under the scorching sun, exposing the reality under the illusion.

Dead body.

Half-human, half-demon, completely transformed into the original shape, probably complete, indistinct shape.

Under the feet, on the roof, on the river...

Seen in the eye.

Densely dense corpses spread all over the city.

And in this sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain, a few pale demon puppets stood in front of them dumbly, a hundred steps behind them, on a small mound made of corpses, the magic butterfly showed surprise.

Taoist priests have already pointed forward.

"go!"

The dignified red light burst into light.

The meteor rushes to the moon, and it goes straight to the fantasy butterfly.

The coming is too ill.

As soon as the fantasy butterfly made a dodge position, he was hit by a red light and nailed into the mound of corpses.

A little blood spattered, and a few groups of residual limbs rolled down.

The demon puppets later realized that there were many criss-crossing cut marks on their bodies, and then they collapsed into masses of flesh and blood, and merged into the sea of ​​blood.

They were cut to pieces by the sword light passing by.

…………

There are corpses all over the ground, in different states of death.

But there is one common feature-madness.

While biting others, but also being bitten by others, tens of thousands of demons died together like this, and the corpses filled the city.

But the strange thing is that there is no livelihood.

According to the estimates of Taoist priests and others.

No matter how strong the medicinal effect of Gu wine is, no matter how hungry the monsters are, no matter how cruel the fighting is, there will always be victors alive, and the purpose of Li Changan and Yu Mei's trip is to eliminate these victors.

That's why the two pursued along the **** road.

On the other hand, what makes Li Chang'an faintly disturbed are those "results."

Here, the black spots that resentment turned into are also condensed into lines, not only growing on the street, wall pillars, but also rooted in the corpses of a monster.

At first glance.

It was as if someone sewed the corpse to the city with a thread of resentment.

And all the questions, perhaps only one "person" can answer.

...

Magic Butterfly is still alive.

Or.

Temporarily still alive.

It was lying on a hill formed by the corpses of a monster, and its appearance remained the same as when he first saw it, an ordinary-looking man.

The flying sword is firmly nailed to its chest, the bronze sword body swallows its flesh and blood, and the spreading scarlet sword aura cuts its body.

Fortunately, there are "black lines" crawling all over its skin, barely patching up its body, so that it won't be scattered into pieces of meat on the spot.

no doubt.

It is dying.

Only the last gleam of his eyes remained.

When Li Changan came to it.

Its eyes moved, its lips slowly opened and closed, and its voice was very weak.

But everything in this world is dead, and it's so silent that it can be heard.

So Li Changan still heard its words clearly.

"You shouldn't use flying swords."

"what?"

Magic Butterfly did not answer.

However, Li Changan noticed that its abdomen was abnormally bulging, which was high up like a pregnant woman in October.

The Taoist tore off the cloth strips on it.

It was found that its belly was swollen like a cylinder, and its belly was almost transparent. It could be seen that there were no internal organs in the abdomen. There was only a small person curled up in the pale blood. The skin was blue and gray, but it was so clean that there were no dark spots, and the face with closed eyes. Familiar.

Amei?

As if disturbed by Li Changan's gaze, Amei moved her body in the abdomen of Huandie and turned her cheek sideways.

The Taoist found out that it turned out that what Amei was sucking in her mouth was not the esophagus of Phantom Butterfly, but a bunch of "black threads"?

Connected to the body of the phantom butterfly, connected to tens of thousands of monster corpses, connected to the remaining illusion, the monsters have turned into a "black line" of resentment for hundreds of years!

"Hahahaha~"

Huandie sneered abruptly, with indescribable joy.

"You should use Divine Thunder."

Without thinking about it, Li Changan wrapped the sword with blue light, and stabbed it when he lifted it.

However.

Did not wait for Jian Feng to fall.

Amei suddenly opened her eyes and looked straight at Li Changan, her eyes were pitch black, as if resentment was deep.

at the same time.

The muffled sound spread everywhere, bringing the corpse mound under the feet of the Taoist priest, or the whole illusion trembled.

"Boom."

Like the beating of the heart.