Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The four wilds are silent, and the yellow sand is full.

This generation of vegetation is lush, but it happened to this small piece of flat land, the vegetation withered, and the land was dry and cracked into sand.

And in the middle of this dry land...

Males, females, old ones, few ones...Hundreds of heads, stacked one after another, form a small "Jingguan".

Jingguan, Li Changan knew it. It is a means for soldiers to show off their martial arts and deter the enemy.

But what can this "Jingguan" piled up by unarmed innocent people in this deserted land be shocked?

Ghost or hare?

Li Changan's hand on the hilt of the sword was tightly clenched. At this moment, the urge to draw a sword surged in his chest, but the opponent was not here.

After all, he loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword, but his chest became more muffled. He looked at these heads and found that his left ear had been cut off.

Li Changan turned and asked the old man who brought him over.

"Did the rebels do it?"

The center of the world is weak, unable to suppress the Quartet, the various regions are divided, rebellions are everywhere, and the number of soldiers and predators is unknown. Li Chang'an was a traveler, and he considered himself a passer-by, so he didn't pay much attention to the chaotic situation, but he also heard that the imperial court sent troops to crusade against the rebels in this area. With this battle, the rebels who usually have a loose military discipline are naturally more unscrupulous, as can be seen from the cannibal Sun Zhong.

"No." The old man shook his head and told a somewhat unexpected result, "It's an officer of the court."

"Official army?"

Li Chang'an was still a little surprised at the beginning. He subconsciously believed that the government was to protect the people. How could the officers and soldiers who represent the government slaughter their own people? But then I realized that this is the battlefield of feudal society in troubled times.

Over there, the old man continued.

"Before the official army arrived, the thieves in the city forcibly confiscated the food from the village. I was waiting for the officers and army to defeat these thieves, and the lives of us civilians would be much easier. It passed. Who knows that when the officers and soldiers arrive, they will also have to requisition grain. The food I was waiting for has already been confiscated by the culprits, and where the grain was handed in. But the army master who requisitioned for grain said that he could not hand over the grain, the whole village It's rebellion! I have to beg him to give him three days of grace, and let me wait and try my best to raise money..."

At this point, the old man was already in tears, and even the villagers around him also cried. However, Yun Guoyue found that there was only a headless carrion standing by the side of the road trembling slightly, and the night breeze wandered all over the country with the cries of ghosts and chirps.

"...Who knows, before three days have passed, another group of soldiers came. Without saying anything, they would kill when they saw anyone! Pity my three-year-old grandson was also decapitated and did it all at once. this!"

The moon disappeared again, and the carrion turned back into humans.

The old man Ji pointed at Na Jingguan, tears flowing in his eyes and bleeding. He walked to the Jingguan angrily, and the still crying villagers all changed their colors and called out.

"Li Zhengye!"

As soon as the old man approached the Jingguan, suddenly, a hundred and ten heads opened their mouths and screamed, and the old man seemed to be hit hard and flew back.

The old man fell on the ground, but now he couldn't sustain the transformation of a stranger, and he changed back to the appearance of a headless corpse. The villagers hurriedly gathered, all opened their mouths and exhaled a little blue aura. These blue auras gathered on the old man, and the old man turned back into a human appearance, just a lot of pause.

He pushed away the hand that supported him, stood up tremblingly, and bowed his hand to Li Changan.

"In the chaotic world, life is like a waste of grass. Although I have suffered this misfortune, I don't have any thoughts of revenge. I just want to leave this miserable world as soon as possible."

His tone was sad and angry.

"But Dao Master saw it too. I waited for my head to be detained here and couldn't be buried, so I had to wander in this sad place... I wait for Xiaomin, do you have to be oppressed even if you are a ghost?"

"Lao Zhang, don't worry."

After listening to these words, Li Changan only felt uncomfortable in his chest, and he gave his hand in response.

"Li Changan will do his best!"

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Taoist priests stepped on the sand and carried a long sword, slowly approaching the "Jingguan".

Ten steps.

Nine steps.

...

Three steps.

Two steps.

step!

He approached slowly and cautiously, but nothing happened when the old man approached.

"Could it be that it only targets ghosts?"

Li Changan looked at the head that was close in front of him, and stretched out his hand to try to remove one.

Suddenly.

"Watch out!"

An exclamation came from behind the ear, followed by a sharp wind.

Although the attack was sudden, Li Changan's nerves did not relax at all times.

He immediately turned around, and at the same time made a "Su Qin Back Sword".

"Chang!"

A big ghost sword appeared out of thin air, slashing heavily on the sword, but was relieved of its strength by twisting his body. Finally, Li Changan seized the opportunity and stabbed it out with a sword.

Electric light flint room.

Li Changan caught a glimpse of the sword stabbing the attacker in the corner of his eye. However, the hand sent back from the long sword stabbed like a hollow.

The Taoist hurried back two steps, opened the distance, and looked up.

The attacker, holding a big sword with a ghost head, and wearing chain mail, but with some arrow clusters inserted all over his body, he was surrounded by black energy. He turned out to be a ghost soldier.

"This is a bit tricky."

As Li Changan was looking at it, the ghost soldier had already yelled, and while the black energy surged, he swung his knife towards him.

Anyone who can turn into a ghost soldier after a war is a veteran fighting on the battlefield.

Li Changan didn't dare to be careless, holding a sword to greet him.

One person, one ghost, as soon as he took over, the ghost soldiers slashed with one knife, Li Changan sticks and twists them, and the big sword in the hands of the ghost soldier is easily picked up and flew?

this? Is it a fake ghost soldier?

Li Changan was surprised.

The ghost soldier had bullied himself up, clamped the sword, and grabbed Li Changan's wrist with his hand.

…………

The spell on the sword burned rapidly, and the part of the ghost soldier's body that touched the sword, the black energy violently churned, making a "sizzling" sound like cold water and hot oil.

The ghost soldier didn't frown, but grabbed Li Chang'an's hand, but it became tighter and tighter.

"What is he going to do?"

Li Changan looked up.

The ghost soldier laughed strangely, then opened his big mouth, only to see a cloud of white gas gathering in it. These white qi was silky, giving a strong sense of sharpness, even if the ghost soldier himself was the controller, but when the white qi converged, it still cut out countless black qi tumbling wounds from his mouth and face.

"White Tiger is furious!"

Li Changan's heart shuddered. This is the difficulty of this ghost soldier, but for all ghosts who died in war, the courage and viciousness are second, but they are white tiger evil, extremely sharp, and selling gold and jade is just waiting for leisure.

The strength of this ghost soldier is not small, but Li Changan couldn't escape for a while, and inevitably suffered a mouthful of white tiger suffocation. It's a pity that this ghost soldier never expected that the Taoist priest in his hand had a transformative technique called "Tongyou".

Li Changan's body suddenly shrank, and then suddenly unfolded like a spring.

"Boom."

The top of the Taoist priest's head and the chin of the ghost soldier slammed into each other firmly.

Immediately, Li Changan let out a cry, and the ghost soldier also snorted, and let go of the Taoist priest because of the unpredictable pain.

Li Changan didn't dare to stay for a long time, and with a hard kick, he quickly retreated.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw that group of evil spirits exploded in the ghost soldiers' mouths, and evil spirits like arrows and halberds pierced through the head. In the blink of an eye, the head of the ghost soldier looked like a pig bladder pierced with holes, leaking black air everywhere.

After being hit hard by this, the ghost soldier still struggled to gather and disperse the black energy, and refused to dissipate.

Li Changan had to send him a ride.

"Slash the demon."

The sword was covered with blue light, and it was cut in the middle!

The ghost soldiers suddenly burst into black smoke, and in this thick black smoke, a blue light flew away quietly.

Li Changan swipes and throws on his waist.

A small sword has already flown out, cutting the blue light in half, half of it still pierced through the air, and the other half fell.

Li Changan went to take it in his hand, the blue light dissipated, but it was half a piece of yellow paper.

The paper is delicate and delicate. Although the top is also painted with cinnabar runes, but on the edge, indigo is used to outline the complicated lines. It looks like a gorgeous rune paper, but at the bottom it says "Ailao Mountain Feng Renqing "Respect for justice", this is not like the name of a god, but rather like the name of the Taoist priest himself and Taoist name. But who writes spells will lose their money? Isn't it a spell, but...

"Emperor Book?"

Li Changan is a little uncertain, he has heard the old way. The "Earth Book" is a kind of Daoist disciple who has a foothold, in the name of the ancestor or Daoist school, calling on the gods to assist in the casting of magic. There is no decision.

Since the ghost soldier carried this thing, the reason for building the Beijing view would not be simple!

"Daoist?"

Li Changan was thinking, but there was a cautious voice next to him. He turned his head, and the village ghosts looked at himself blankly.

His heart moved, no matter what his reason, killing innocent people, and what is the difference between the evil spirits, if the Taoist priest dared to find himself, that sword would be cut!

………………

Without entanglement in it, Li Changan felt much better at the moment, and he laughed at the headless ghosts.

"solved."

The group of ghosts suddenly fell silent, as if none of this group of ghosts had this mental preparation. Suddenly their heads could be retrieved, but there was no reaction for a while.

Suddenly.

"Hahaha! My head!"

With a cheer, it was as if the gate was opened, and the whole group of ghosts boiled, rushing toward the "Jingguan".

"My head is back!"

"This head is mine...this head is yours..."

"Hey, this end looks a bit like me."

"Bah! Dizzy thief, this belongs to my old lady!"

…………

The group of ghosts roared and squeezed Li Changan aside.

He looked funny, was about to find a place to sit down, and when he turned around, he saw that the old man was still standing in place.

"The children made the Dao Master laugh."

Li Changan pointed to the surging ghost group and asked:

"Won't Lao Zhang look for his head?"

The old man smiled and stroked his long beard. Just as he was about to answer, a voice suddenly inserted next to him.

"Li Zhengye, I am looking for your head!"

But I saw a young guy with a mess of white hair on his hand, pulling a head out of Jingguan like a radish.

The old man's eyes stared, and he jumped anxiously and cursed:

"Fuck! You brat! Don't break my beard!"