Chapter 227 The end of the song is sacrificed (two in one chapter) (thanks to the eyes of a thousand stars for the reward)
The calm tone of voice, the rising wind of flames, and the sword energy tearing traces on the ground.
This is an unabashed threat of force.
And the flames that ignited behind him were enough to prove that the speaker had such strength.
Unless it was a special situation, no one would want to rush forward.
But the burning shrine has a really different meaning to the entire Sakurajima. Moreover, it is almost like a live broadcast now. Even if it has been interrupted and the public cannot see it, the boss can definitely see it clearly.
If you were threatened like this and just stayed here, your face would be swollen. If nothing was done, there would be no need for Yin Yang Lao to continue to exist.
The onmyoji of Sakurajima Onmyoryo only hesitated for a moment before rushing forward.
"Don't say you didn't predict what you said..."
Wei Yuan muttered to himself silently, holding a knife in one hand. The blade of the wooden knife was pressed against the ground, and his movements were motionless.
Ah Xuan watched this scene nervously.
then,
He 'saw' strands of green wind, starting from the blade of the wooden knife, and began to spin and entangle rapidly, eventually encompassing the entire knife. However, the ordinary naked eye could not see such a phenomenon. It had already happened.
Monks who practiced fighting techniques and monks from the martial arts hall rushed forward, wearing modern metal protective gear on their bodies and arms.
Their goal is to contain Wei Yuan.
Create opportunities for Onmyoji to perform Onmyoji.
One used sumo wrestling techniques to hug Wei Yuan from the waist, while the other two aimed at Wei Yuan's arms.
But just for a moment of contact, even these monks and monks were unable to react. Their bodies were instantly twisted, broken, and then thrown back. Until this time, the civilians who were watching from a distance
Then they screamed in panic and ran away.
Ah Xuan's eyes widened.
I can't see clearly at all, that kind of movement...
Is it a martial arts fight?
Seeing the casualties of his companions, the anger of the attacker was the first emotion that arose. At this moment, the masked young man faced more than seven opponents at the same time, but again, none of them could get close to Wei Yuan.
Within three steps, either the arm would be broken or the legs and feet would be twisted.
In the end, the semi-circular arc with Wei Yuan as the center was forcibly knocked off and landed on the ground, and the landing point almost always showed a straight line.
Holding his wound, he couldn't help but howl out.
The martial arts of Qi are no match for the soldiers of Wei.
The soldiers of Wei cannot meet the warriors of Qin.
This is the cold weapon fighting that has reached its peak during the five hundred years of melee fighting in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods.
Ah Xuan looked lost.
Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slashed horizontally with the sword in his right hand. The sword energy and air flow escaped along the blade, and soon spread, turning into a white sword wind. He slashed across it with incomparable precision, and the sword energy roared.
All sounds were suppressed, and the previous screams stopped abruptly.
In the dead silence, there was the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
There was once again a mark on the edge of the ravine that had been cut down on the ground with sword energy.
But this time it was blood spatter.
The smell of blood was instantly strong, and it was even more frightening than the scream just now. This proved the authenticity of the other party's words. He had been blinded by anger before, and because of the overwhelming number of people on his side, the onmyoji was reckless and courageous.
His face was pale, he stopped walking, and there was a crowd of people standing on the left side of this line, and there was only one person on the right side.
have to.
The blade of the wooden knife in his hand taps lightly on the ground.
Wei Yuan looked indifferent.
Those who cross this line.
cut.
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In the raging flames, each tablet was completely burned to ashes, and the core of the soul hidden in the tablet was completely annihilated. The more raging the flames, the more urgent and high-pitched the tune.
This kind of behavior, of course, attracted all the remaining souls in this shrine, as well as those Shinto masters who risked their lives in order to repair it. To be honest, this place occupies a large area, and the number of ghosts is higher than the soldiers expected.
More.
To be precise, more or less.
The Qi family knife pierced the enemy's abdomen.
When he pulled it out this time, Soldier Soul felt a clear touch of pulling flesh and blood. The blood fell to the ground, burned by the fire, and the firelight was too bright.
The blood actually looked black.
Binghun felt tired at this time, and he accidentally got a few wounds on his body. Qiniang's obsessive tune embodied by the red embroidered shoes paused for a moment, and Binghun slashed it cleanly with the Qi family knife in his hand.
A few heads came down, turned their backs to the embroidered shoes, waved their hands, and said with a simple smile: "You don't have to worry about me."
"These things are no match for me."
"You can just sing it, but I was a soldier back then, so I couldn't listen to music like this."
The tune becomes more urgent.
And the surrounding souls emerged, and then rushed toward him.
Soldier Soul let out a breath and launched his attack wholeheartedly. This kind of life-threatening battle made him a little familiar. He closed his eyes and dreamed that he would always go back to when he was young and was transformed by the Yuanyang Formation.
I practiced the formation to the point where I almost vomited it out, but in the end, it was just the short-term memory that was the most profound.
The sword in his hand slashed horizontally, and directly tore out the cold light. He stayed on the spot and killed several remnant souls in one breath. He said with a simple smile: "Although it is said that there is no more Yuanyang Formation, but you think that we have experienced hundreds of battles, and every time
Can we form a formation?"
He took a step forward and cut off another Japanese sword with the Qi family sword in his hand.
Then he bowed his head.
He walked forward step by step, his voice murmuring as if he was talking to himself.
Gradually becoming calm and indifferent:
"A city with ten houses must be loyal and trustworthy. How can Zhejiang be so dignified but without talent and courage?"
"The army was formed in the thirty-eighth year of Jiajing, and the general died in the eleventh year of Wanli, twenty-four years ago."
"Four thousand Qi family troops."
"Behead more than 150,000 enemy invaders."
He raised his hand, slashed horizontally, and the Qi family knife directly sealed his throat.
His honest and honest eyebrows were calm and calm.
The red-clad figures dance fiercely behind them, and the Zhejiang soldiers' swords in front of them are shining brightly.
"The military captain of the Qi family, whose name is not worthy of mention, first followed General Qi and fought in the north and south, fighting the Japanese in the south and the captives in the north; then he followed Wu Weizhong, and there were 137 Japanese heads in the military tent. In the 21st year of Wanli,
, the Japanese leader Toyotomi Hideyoshi attacked Goryeo, risking his own life to take the lead, and landed at Pyongyang for the first time, killing three enemy generals."
His voice became increasingly passionate.
The Qi Family Sword in his hand was pointing forward. On his body, the remaining power belonging to the Huai River God System was passively stimulated and surrounded him because of the compatibility. In the thirty-eighth year of Jiajing, he was eighteen years old. When he died in battle, he was already fifty-two years old.
, but now he still looks like he was when he was the bravest.
I don’t know how old I am in my old age.
"Many of you are old acquaintances. I chopped off your heads back then."
The look on his face gradually became carefree, and finally he lost his innocence and started laughing loudly.
He said viciously:
"Today, chop it again!"
“It’s so enjoyable!”
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An entry song.
It started with the pipa and ended with the bright and clanging sound. The fierce red clothes stopped dancing. However, during the short time of drinking tea, Wei Yuan held the wooden knife in his hand at an angle, and the blood slowly slid down along the blade.
dripping onto the ground beneath your feet.
There are already more bodies on that line.
There were several Onmyojis riding on the back of the Shikigami, about to fly over from a high place. There was the sound of a helicopter. Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged, his fingers were slightly clenched, and the strong wind swept upward violently, mixed with thunder,
It directly destroyed the electronic components inside the helicopter.
Let the modern equipment, which can be said to be directly money, spin and fall.
The onmyoji on the shikigami looks pale and has not yet been able to fly across the line.
There was sword energy tearing over like a storm. Amidst the shikigami's screams, the onmyojis also fell down. The wooden sword in Wei Yuan's palm easily killed those monsters called shikigami, but actually monsters. His sleeves were stained.
Blood, eyes indifferent.
At this time, the basic goal of gaining time has also been achieved.
A large-scale onmyoji with more than dozens of people working together turned into a mana state that looked like a dragon.
He roared and rushed towards Wei Yuan's back.
Ah Xuan exclaimed and wanted to step forward to help, but he couldn't get close to Wei Yuan, so he could only worry. This is a great magical power that purely manipulates the two qi of yin and yang and evolves the five elements. In the eyes of the onmyoji with joy, there is an onmyoji.
With the death command, the two shikigami attacked Wei Yuan like crazy, and Wei Yuan slashed with the sword in his right hand.
It was obviously a wooden sword, but it made a low whistle.
Two heads with ghost horns were severed.
But at this time, what was purely gathered by the blue light was a dragon that was almost three meters high just as high as the dragon's head. It stretched its body and almost completely enveloped Wei Yuan, and its low roar shook the heart and soul.
.
Wei Yuan just pointed back a little, landing right between the dragon's eyebrows.
In an instant, the roar of the dragon suddenly stopped.
Then bit by bit, it collapsed into nothingness. The blue starlight was brilliant and desperate, slowly collapsing. Wei Yuan turned his head, and the wooden knife in his hand slowly scratched the ground. Starlight overflowed around him, and two people behind him
The shikigami fell to the sky and made no sound again.
The Seventy-Two Earthly Evil Laws
Forbidden breath.
How can it be called Dharma if it is just a simple accumulation of mana? How can it be called supernatural power?
In the extremely oppressive atmosphere, the last traces of the tunes dispersed. The misty and rainy scenery of Jiangnan Road that originally stood above the shrine also slowly disappeared. Wei Yuan raised his eyes slightly, and saw the line behind him.
The Yin Yang Lao monk only felt his hands and feet were cold.
The wooden knife touched the ground, slowly crossed the line, and said calmly:
"Those who cross this line."
"die."
Then he glanced at Ah Xuan, turned around with the knife, and walked slowly towards the inside of the shrine. The onmyoji in the onmyojao before thought that this was just a bait and trap, and did not dare to move until he saw the man.
Already gone, still just a silhouette, an Onmyoji's expression changed slightly.
Gritting his teeth, holding the yin and yang talisman, he crossed this line.
The clang of the sword sounded as if it came from between heaven and earth.
Everyone just felt like their hairs were standing on end.
In an instant, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the Onmyoji who dared to step across this line immediately fell to the sky, dripping with blood, and a layer of brilliant blood was spread behind it. Everyone was frightened, and for a moment they did not dare to do it again.
Go forward.
I could only watch the figure walk into it.
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When Wei Yuan found the soldier soul and the red embroidered shoes, their situation was not too good.
The sword energy was flowing horizontally, directly smashing into pieces the remaining souls that wanted to besiege the two in the end. The soldiers of the Qi family rarely felt that high-spirited and hearty feeling. The broken sword in their hands had completely turned into Qi's soul at this moment.
Jia Dao, cupping his fists with both hands and bowing in salute, said with a simple and honest smile:
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."
Wei Yuan glanced at the lying corpses around him, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, and then took out what Zhang Ruosu had prepared for him. It was a jade book. Wei Yuan pointed at it and mobilized his magic power to turn into sword energy, accompanied by
The sword energy roared, a strong wind suddenly rose, sweeping the sword energy like frost, and overflowed out from around Ziwei Yuan.
There are still most important things to do.
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Until more than an hour later.
Those Onmyoji masters finally crossed that line under all kinds of oppression.
The person in charge of the Tokyo Onnyangryo and the person in charge of the shrine came.
It is actually not correct to say that they crossed the line. In fact, it was because the flames of the earth evil method had drained the fire in this area of the sky and dissipated naturally, so they all left here.
It can be said that they did not cross this line in the end, but bypassed it and entered the shrine from the other three directions.
They walked in a hurry, and after entering the shrine, they ignored the main shrine where the gods were enshrined.
Not even taking a look at the worship hall where ordinary people visit.
We rushed directly to the forbidden area that even Sakurajima people were not allowed to enter. The Lingxi Book Feng'an Temple was enshrined with many important tablets. The new person in charge of the shrine was an old man. He kept talking: "Do you know how important this place is? I
I must appeal against your dereliction of duty!"
They hurriedly opened the door and rushed into the hall, only taking a quick look.
Then he completely lost the ability to speak.
Bodies lying on the ground, the books and memorial tablets that were originally protected with incomparable preciousness were piled up, burned into ashes by the flames, and bloomed into black ruins, but it was not this that made everyone lose their minds. This was the Lingxi Book.
Fengan Hall is the most noble place in the whole place.
And on the walls of this temple.
The place lost its original decoration, was burned by flames, and turned black.
There are names engraved on it.
Liu Ershun, Wang Jinyu, Wang Manshan.
Hao Yuming, Hu Yuankui, Han Jinling.
Sun Mingwu, Teng Jiushou, Liu Sanchun...
Densely packed, every stroke is carved by sword energy. Hundreds and thousands of them are densely packed in this place. They are silent and silent, but there is a solemn and calm aura. Just overlooking these people,
Looking down at the war criminals turned to ashes like this, it was difficult to breathe and unable to speak.
The old priest's palms trembled and he said angrily: "What is this, what is this?!"
He stretched out his hand to break the place, but before he got close, a powerful sword energy emitted from the wall, almost tearing him into pieces. The old man's face turned pale, and he retreated in a daze. He said angrily: "This is Sakurajima Holy Land, you guys
Knock this down!”
But no one can knock this place down.
No one had the courage to personally knock down this Lingxi Book Feng'an Hall. Soon they realized a rather cruel question and choice, that is, whether to repair the Jingguo Shrine again. If not, then with this
Due to the negative impact of this incident, Sakurajima almost became a joke.
And if repaired.
If repaired...
Wouldn't this place where heroes' souls are worshipped be suppressed by this stone tablet with names engraved on it?
So, what exactly is worshiped?
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Ah Xuan understood Wei Yuan's eyes, and quietly left there with the help of magic. Then he made a big circle and met Wei Yuan on a low mountain. Wei Yuan took off the mask stained with blood sacrifice,
I picked up a gourd of wine I brought back from China and walked forward slowly.
The military spirit of the Qi family and the young child transformed into red embroidered shoes followed Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan was holding a wooden knife. He was slightly injured, but he didn't seem to care.
Ah Xuan hurriedly caught up, breathing heavily. He sighed and cast a spell to heal the injuries on Wei Yuan's shoulders and arms. While healing, he quietly said: "Master Wei, is the matter over?"
"Now that the matter here is over, let's go to Kyoto."
The young Taoist saw that the obviously gentle and polite head of the Wei Hall seemed a little surprised.
Then he smiled and replied:
"Why are you so anxious?"
"ah?!"
"Obon Festival, there are still five days left..."
"ah!!!"
Ah Xuan was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening. His palms were shaking and he said with a sad face:
"Five, five days?"
Wei Yuan laughed and comforted him:
"Don't worry, I don't plan to do anything like this again in the next five days."
"real?"
The little Taoist priest's eyes were bright, and then he was alert for a moment and said: "What about five days later?"
The head of the guard hall was surprised, but then he just smiled and said nothing.
Ah Xuan's forehead twitched.
His face was crying, almost looking up to the sky with a sigh.
Senior brother!!!
What should I do?!
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Wei Yuan waited until the little Taoist priest treated his injuries, then slowly stood up and walked forward. The little Taoist priest kept looking back on the way, but Wei Yuan did not ask. He knew that behind him and the others, the man in red was also there.
It is the last remnant of Wan Qiniang's obsession, a state that is about to dissipate.
But there was no looking back.
She no longer has the obsession as a fierce ghost, nor the obsession as Wan Qiniang.
The look on his face was blank and sluggish.
Sometimes I'm awake, sometimes I'm confused.
Finally, he stopped and stopped following Wei Yuan and the others, and his body slowly began to dissipate.
Wei Yuan stopped.
He stood a few steps in front of Wan Qiniang, remained silent for a moment, and took off the stopper of the wine gourd in his hand. The strong aroma of strong liquor was from China. He took a slow sip and muttered a few words to himself.
Ah Xuan didn't hear the sentence clearly, and when he wanted to ask, Wei Yuan didn't answer. He just smiled casually, raised his hand to hold the wooden knife, and threw it back. The strong wind roared, and the wooden knife flew through the air.
He raised his neck and took a deep sip of wine and said, "I'm sorry that the wine is not enough."
"Next time, bring good wine!"
Raise your hand and throw up the wine gourd.
There was a flowing wind, carrying the rich aroma of wine, but Wei Yuan did not look back, patted the young Taoist, and strode forward with Ah Xuan. The latter still kept looking back, and the familiar aroma of wine made Ben
Wan Qiniang, who was beginning to dissipate, raised her eyes slightly and saw Wei Yuan and Ah Xuan walking in the shadows. The latter only reached the former's shoulders and was turning his head to persuade them earnestly.
The aroma of wine is memory.
In a trance, she saw those young people from a hundred years ago, the same age, the same high spirits, walking in the shadows, trying to save the nation. Then, he saw Wei Yuan and Ah Xuan walking out of the shadows into the sunshine, walking calmly.
The same high-spirited, same youthful spirit.
Walk in the light.
The woman in red eyes widened, a smile appeared on her blank face, but she burst into tears.
Ah Xuan pulled Wei Yuan's sleeve and said: "Master Wei, there is someone behind you, there really is, and that is a soul."
"Look back."
When he turned around, the faint red coat had disappeared.
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"Tear down this wall!"
"Don't recommend it? Okay, if you don't dare to recommend it, go and erase all those names!"
"Didn't you understand?!"
In the shrine, the old man of the shrine clan looked at the stone tablets over there angrily. Seeing that no one dared to do anything, he became even more angry. He wanted to get something and smash it himself before he started. Before he could try, suddenly there was a clear sky on the horizon.
The voice sounded, but before anyone could react, a cold light fell.
The old man reached out to touch the names, his throat hurt, and blood splattered below the names engraved on the wall.
On the black wall, under the white name, there are blood-colored flowers offered.
A sword was stuck upside down in the corner.
The old man's eyes widened, he held his throat, leaned forward, knelt down on the ground, and died, as if he was prostrating. This scene made the onmyoji around him stiffen, and they did not dare to move anymore. They only felt the coldness.
Then, a breeze blew, and a pot of wine fell, landing next to the bloody flower, the kneeling man, and the sword.
It’s a good wine from my hometown.
Indeed, there is no place more suitable for worshiping heroic souls than here.
Wei Yuan murmured.
And drink!
ps: Today’s update, 5,600 words, divided into one chapter, 2,800 words, although the number of words is not many, but... quite, difficult to write... the names are all real, not made up.
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