Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"Miss Wang" laughed silently in the dark.

The faint pulsating flame cast her shadow on the headless idol.

The shadows and shadows that looked like a room were full of demons about to move.

She untied her belt, and her loose robes fell to the ground, revealing snow-white skin. The young and beautiful figure was exposed to the air, the most beautiful, but the cracks on her face made this scene look weird and terrifying.

She spread out the bun on her head again, her long black hair fell down, her hair was folded apart in front of her chest, and her hands stretched out behind her head.

"Stab it."

There was a slight tearing sound.

The scalp was actually taken off like clothes, revealing the head of a huge blue evil spirit. The evil spirit stared at Li Changan with copper bell-like eyes.

However, Li Changan still didn't seem to wake up, and turned his back to the evil spirits motionless.

The evil spirit cracked its big mouth, revealing teeth like a file.

It pinched its scalp and pulled it down carefully.

Not long.

A huge ghost with a height of one foot long jumped out of the petite body of "Miss Wang".

"Miss Wang" or the blue-skinned evil spirit, first carefully put away the faded human skins and laid them on the altar in a neat manner.

Then he crossed the firepit and walked behind Li Changan. He was obviously huge, but he could walk silently like a cat.

The evil spirit patrolled Li Changan with greedy eyes, seeming to hesitate which part of the mouth should be picked.

Thighs, arms, back, waist ribs?

After all, the first bite is the most delicious.

Finally, the evil spirit's eyes fell on Li Changan's neck.

The evil spirit slowly approached, his big mouth slowly opened, and fishy saliva dripped from the sharp teeth like a file.

"Sure enough, it looks exactly like this picture"

A voice sounded indifferently, and the evil spirit's movements suddenly stopped. He twisted his neck and quickly took a few glances in the temple, and finally found that the speaker was actually "sleeping" Li Changan.

The thunder blasted and the inside of the ruined temple was pale.

It turned out that Li Changan, who was lying on his back, was holding a book in his hands. The pages of the book were opened. On it was painted a hideous ghost. The whole body was blue, his eyes were like round bells, and his teeth were like files.

The evil spirit Eye Ren suddenly shrank to the point of a needle.

Isn't this what it is!

For a moment, this evil spirit was a little hesitant.

Taoist priests always have some weird spells, and if they are not careful, there will always be evil spirits.

After hesitating in the heart, the body took a step back subconsciously.

I was stepping on the armor that Li Changan had untied, and the pieces of armor suddenly disintegrated, and the armor was untied.

At this time, the ghost came back to his senses, and an angry grimace rose.

What is the ability of a little Taoist who has to rely on the armor of mortals?

It opened its mouth wide, eagerly.

Li Changan, who had clearly turned his back to it, immediately responded.

He didn't turn his body, and didn't turn his head back. He just pulled out an object and pointed it at the evil spirit.

Thunder came again.

The white light shines through the temple.

It was a thick iron pipe with a wooden handle on the back, and a cotton thread on the wooden handle had burned to its end.

The evil spirit stagnated.

"What is this..."

"boom!"

In the loud noise, the flames suddenly appeared.

A large amount of fine iron sand sprayed out from the pipe.

The evil spirits didn't have time to react, and they were hit all the time.

The blue skin of the evil spirit is thick and tough, and most of the iron sand just penetrates the skin and gets stuck in the muscles. Although the fire bludgeon was fierce, the damage it caused was nothing but flesh and skin injuries.

But it hurts!

It broke our hearts.

itch!

Itching into the bone marrow.

But it couldn't move a bit, it couldn't even move its eyes. As soon as the iron sand hit it, there was an invisible force that restrained him.

"thump."

The evil spirit fell straight on his back to the ground.

The huge body shook the whole ruined temple slightly.

Li Changan stood up all of a sudden, there was no calmness in his gestures and actions just now.

He turned the evil spirit hard, moved another big rock, and raised the evil spirit's head on tiptoe, protruding the thick neck.

Then he picked up the big axe he brought, pierced his thumb, used his finger as a pen and blood as cinnabar, and quickly drew a blood talisman on the surface of the axe.

"The evil spirits of heaven are brilliant, the evil spirits of the earth are square, I am writing today, and the ghosts are gone."

After holding the spell, wipe the blood on the axe blade.

Facing the evil spirit's back neck, round the big axe.

"drink!"

……………

The barren hills ruined the temple, and the wind and rain were precarious.

When the thunder light rested.

In the darkness, only the men's heavy breathing and dull chopped sounds were heard.

Inside the temple.

Li Changan was **** and sweaty, and the evil spirit under his axe was only a small piece of flesh connected.

Following the old way this month, Li Changan’s biggest gain is not to learn a few superficial runes, but to realize that ghosts are changed from humans, and demons are flesh and blood.

Going down with an axe, the skin and flesh are still broken, it is nothing more than a firmer flesh and blood, and it takes more effort.

Li Changan held the big axe in both hands, took a few breaths violently, and then raised his last strength.

Cut it down.

"Chang."

The axe slammed on the hard bluestone, and the flames splashed.

Li Chang'an got a pain in his mouth, and then let out the big axe.

At the same time, the devil's head was finally chopped off, and after a few laps, it rolled to Li Changan's feet.

Li Changan didn't care, but took a few steps backwards. Following the old ways for a month, he still learned some cautious styles.

Until the corpse of the evil spirit twitched slightly, there was no life.

Only then did Li Changan relax, and sat down in the **** water.

That's it!

Without the excitement of killing ghosts, Li Changan felt tired, scared and rejoiced at this time.

He spent the night at the ruined temple, using his body as a bait to attract evil spirits to show up.

This fire gun was entrusted to Wangzhixian to use the power of the government to drive the good craftsman to rush to make it overnight. The iron sand was made with the ancestor Fulu left by the old way.

Li Changan was ready to wait for the evil spirits to come.

It's ridiculous that the ghost also made up a lie about the lost lady. This can be fooled, but Li Changan can't be fooled.

Sure enough, after sleeping for a long time, the ghost finally showed its true colors.

But even so, Li Changan's life bet was extremely dangerous this time.

For example, the scene where he showed the evil spirits with a picture of a book page, it was not that he deliberately pretended to be force.

But at the critical moment, the fuse burned too slowly, and he had to use words to bluff the evil spirit to buy time. Fortunately, this ghost likes to turn into a beauty and cannibalism. It is a brainy one. If you encounter a reckless ghost, the body will separate. It was Li Changan who was bleeding all over the floor.

After a rest, Li Changan struggled to get up.

He turned over and reached the altar, and first saw the painted skin of the evil spirit spreading on the stage.

Under curiosity, I couldn't stand the touch, and the hands were delicate and tender, just like...a girl's skin?

Human skin? !

He shook his hand, almost unable to hold it, his expression changed a few times, and he put the painting aside.

Li Changan didn’t care about it anymore. He turned over the yellow-shell book, looking through the pages carefully, it looked like...

no change?

Li Changan was stunned.

The reason why he came to find the blue evil spirit for his life was not because he hoped that he could make some changes with this book, or even send him back to his original world.

But now...

Li Changan didn't believe in this evil, so he carefully checked the inside and outside of the book.

He didn't notice that the evil spirit's body was slowly dissolving during the time he searched.

The corpse finally turned into a thick pool of blood.

Sudden.

A feeling of dizziness hit again after a month.

In a hurry, he only had time to grab the human skin.

Wait for Li Changan to recover.

Surrounding it is a simply furnished room, with Simmons bed, wardrobe, table and chairs. He turned on the switch on the bedside, and the fluorescent light came on, illuminating the entire room.

It was so ordinary and simple, but Li Changan was so excited that he jumped and screamed.

"I am back!"

The door was knocked open at once, and the uncle rushed in fiercely.

"thief…"

After seeing who was in the house, his expression suddenly turned into consternation.

"Chang'an? When did you come back? How did you make it like this?"

...

The ruined temple after Li Changan left.

The sky was shining.

An old voice that was deliberately lowered sounded outside the temple.

"Smelly boy?"

"Are you in there? Brat."

Then, a cautious figure flashed in.

Carrying a long sword, Lao Dao entered the ruined temple like a thief, and at first glance he saw blood on the ground and scattered armor and axe blades.

……………

Li Changan didn't know what the old Dao would look for him again, or what he would think of seeing a spot of blood.

At this time, he was in front of Old Man Li's grave.

"Grandpa, rest assured, I will come to see you another day."

He properly kowtowed a few heads, got up and picked up a shovel.

There is a small earth pit that has just been dug beside the tomb. In the earth pit is a yellow book wrapped in transparent glue.

He hesitated for a while, and finally waved his shovel.

Although the world over there full of demons, Taoism, and adventure is magnificent and exciting, it is also full of misery and precariousness. In contrast, Li Changan chose this ordinary, mediocre, yet peaceful world.

I'm sorry, Master.

Li Changan sighed lightly, and walked away.

But…

When fate strikes, like a pouring rain in the wilderness, where can humble mortals escape?