The wind came, first brushing against the cheeks, then soaking into the shoulders and elbows, and finally roaring and surging. The high-speed wind compressed the airflow and turned into pure white waves. Wei Yuan sat on the only windless place on the mountain, watching the storm around him.
The wind field that enveloped the entire Guiyu Mountain area left a sharp roar in my ears.
If you look at it from the bottom of the mountain, it looks like a layer of pure white air currents covering the mountain, or like a large cloud falling from the sky, covering the entire mountainside from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, and it is still moving like a cloud.
Crush and stir at a slow but fast speed.
The monsters roared in horror and struggled to escape, but were swept up by the extremely high-speed rotating wind. The trees were uprooted, and the houses were crushed by the wind from top to bottom, and then were swept up together with the foundation, leaving sharp and sharp fragments.
It was caught in the air current, causing a harsh scream.
If the demons and ghosts do not have entities, they will be dispersed by the clear wind. If they have entities, they will be cut by sharp fragments flowing at high speed. Their broken bodies, collapsed souls, and everything on this ridiculous banquet will be swept away by the storm.
Among them, it was finally crushed into powder.
The strong wind collided with the clouds and mist, emitting a low vibration sound like thunder.
Actually, thunder occasionally struck down and struck heavily on this ghost realm.
Thunder and fire are running around, and the evil and filthy air is instantly shattered.
Wei Yuan looked at this vast and magnificent scene and was stunned and speechless.
He no longer struggled to sit up, but leaned on the only remaining ruins, inserted his sword upside down on the ground, and looked at this scene of one person fighting against natural disasters. This is the power of what was called a god in ancient times, the top level.
The style of a monk.
There happened to be an unopened wine jar next to it.
He simply held his sword across his knees, patted open the mud, raised his neck and took a sip of wine. Seeing the vastness of the world, he said:
"good!"
The strong wind summoned by the goddess of heaven swept all the demons and ghosts all over the mountains and plains. These demons and ghosts, which even Wei Yuan could not stop, could not compete with the power of heaven and earth. They were immediately involved and strangled to death. It was just the demons and ghosts who had absorbed the water evil of Luojiang River for more than a hundred years.
The Ghost King is still fighting tooth and nail.
The evil spirit enveloped his whole body, and he barely managed to avoid being sucked into the storm.
But it was obvious that Luojiang in the outside world had been diverted, and the evil spirits no longer existed. Use a little less of these evil spirits. The Ghost King gritted his teeth and roared, struggling to hold on, but he could not escape the word death. The last bit of evil energy collapsed, and the Ghost King staggered.
, the body had already flown up, and he roared unwillingly:
"No, no, you are mine!!"
Before he could finish his words, he was caught in the storm.
The storm that was originally rotating in the opposite direction suddenly tore in the opposite direction.
The ghost king let out a shrill scream, collapsed and disappeared, and died together in the dust.
At this time, the storm had just slowly dissipated, and I saw that the mountain that had been ghostly and prison-like before was now in a mess, with trees uprooted and houses turned into ruins, and I could faintly see it in the distance.
Although the dirty blood was thrown out, Wei Yuan felt that although the mountain was not as lively as before, it actually made people feel more comfortable.
The goddess in white clothes and ribbons fell on the last ray of breeze.
Her face was pale, and it was obvious that the impactful scene just now was not easy for the goddess in front of her.
it is finally over.
Wei Yuan managed to stand up and said, "Thank you, girl."
The goddess turned pale, nodded, and said: "Be careful, there is still the last bit left."
Wei Yuan was surprised.
After everything is like this, the ghost is not dead yet?
Before the goddess could explain, there was a mad and ferocious roar from the bottom of the mountain:
"No, you are mine, you are mine!!"
Wei Yuan's pupils contracted and he looked down.
In this ghost realm that had been almost completely wiped out, a person struggled out.
No, that can barely be considered a human being.
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In the picture of strange powers and chaotic gods, the only subject is the young man, the goddess.
It is the young man who turns from a boy to a gray-haired man, and eventually dies and turns into withered bones, while the appearance of the goddess remains unchanged.
Wei Yuan originally thought so.
But when I saw the thing that appeared, I suddenly realized that there was a third subject in the picture, but I had never noticed it.
Amidst the rumbling sound, an almost completely rotten inn rose from the ground.
There are black objects that are as thick as thick blood vessels attached to the inn, beating strangely. These creations gather at the entrance of the inn to form the appearance of the young man in the scroll. His back is accommodated with the inn, as if flesh and blood have grown on it.
On the wall, it looked twisted and terrifying, and the face of the young man kept changing. Sometimes it was the original boy, sometimes it was a human face with bones, and sometimes it was a monster with horns.
It was as if all his lifelong unwillingness and resentment were condensed here.
He kept roaring and roaring, with the timbre of a boy and the low roar of a demon.
Wei Yuan stared at the monster he had never seen before. After all, he was no longer Wu Xia Ameng at the beginning. He could see some foundation. This state was like an earthbound spirit, but he had never seen this kind of monster.
The demons merged into the bound land, and at this time, Wei Yuan finally understood the previously hidden problem.
The young man back then was just a mortal. Even if there were monsters in his heart, he would still die after being killed by Crouching Tiger. And even if he survived, the original story was already during the Jin Dynasty, more than 1,700 years ago, and he should have been dead long ago.
I can't think clearly until I see this inn now.
I see.
Wei Yuan didn't know how to describe his feelings, he just sighed:
"It was the unwillingness and resentment left in the Mulou Inn during his lifetime, coupled with his practice of sorcery and burying the girl's feathered clothes and flesh and blood sorcery into the ground, that finally caused the inn to transform into a monster, and presumably a hundred years ago.
The evil monk deliberately caused a demon to appear in this inn, and he mistakenly thought he was him."
"When a person dies, his obsession will remain, and he will still do things that he was unwilling to do during his lifetime."
"It turns out that human obsession is so terrifying and terrifying."
Seeing that the inn seemed to have its own arms and legs, it roared shrilly and headed towards the mountain.
Previously it was haunted by evil spirits and could still be intimidating, but now its true nature has been exposed.
Wei Yuan stood up unsteadily, raised the Eight-sided Han Sword, and said:
"Speaking of being the King of Ghosts is actually just an obsession, relying on evil energy to do evil."
Then he looked at the goddess again:
"Girl, can we fight again?"
The goddess pursed her lips and nodded slightly, but Wei Yuan could see that she had just recovered her cultivation and had used the great magical power just now. She was already at the end of her strength, so she simply raised her sword and said: "Then I'll help you, Miss Qifeng."
Wei Yuan hung his waist badge on one side of his waist.
Holding the sword, he breathed heavily, feeling the stinging pain in his lungs, the blood foam between his lips and teeth, and his teeth clenched. He was glad that when he summoned Zhang Hao and the others before, he not only asked them to divert Luojiang River, but also asked them to
Change the original reverse bow evil spirit to the western white tiger evil spirit.
It was originally meant to prevent the evil spirit of the Ghost King and there was still a lot of stock, but now it comes in handy.
Just now, the strong wind was rushing, the ghost king's body was shattered, and the evil spirit was scattered all over the mountains and plains.
Wei Yuan could vaguely feel that the waist badge of Captain Sili was related to the evil pattern that had reappeared between heaven and earth. The White Tiger in the West was responsible for killing soldiers and was also the prime minister of the tiger. Lieutenant Sili was in charge of the elite and was the top general under the Han Dynasty.
Military attaché, second-rank official, worth two thousand stones, also known as Crouching Tiger, which perfectly matches the white tiger evil spirit.
During the Qin and Han Dynasties, alchemists were rampant. If there was no connection, how could there be the title of Crouching Tiger.
Let’s learn from this ghost king and borrow his evil spirit.
There will be future troubles, and we can't take care of them.
Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand, pointed the blade diagonally at the ground, and stepped down.
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The inn cleared the rocks and trampled the trees, coming in a mighty manner.
And on the road ahead, a figure was blocking it, it was Wei Yuan.
When the twisted young man at the door of the inn saw Wei Yuan, he let out a deep roar and his eyes turned red.
The memory of just now was still very clear. The young man was unwilling to give up his resentment and actually locked onto the sword-wielding Colonel Sili. The inn with the high-rise attic changed its direction and rolled straight towards Wei Yuan, filled with evil spirits.
Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands.
A deep light lit up above the Crouching Tiger waist badge.
The low tiger roar was more passionate and fierce than ever before. Wei Yuan used the Crouching Tiger Art to absorb the evil energy, and a fierce white tiger appeared behind him. Immediately, the long feathers of the brocade bird on his waist card lit up and disappeared into the place.
In the midst of evil spirits.
Tigers roar and birds chirp.
Behind the captain is a winged tiger.
He took a step forward and ran straight towards the demon ghost in the inn at the foot of the mountain.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the two men were approaching.
Wei Yuan could almost see the ferocious and jealous look on the young man's face.
And brushed his fingers from the blade of the sword.
A bright cold light shone on the sword body. Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands, just like when he slashed at the ghost king's back before. When he was still seven steps away from the demon ghost, he suddenly slashed the eight-sided Han sword, and slashed the back of the ghost king.
The winged tiger ran down the mountain, roaring in its throat, and pounced forward.
The evil spirit mixed with demonic power suddenly hit the inn.
The ancient creation that was originally specially preserved was almost instantly hit by the evil spirit, and large cracks appeared. Those hard-looking wooden boards were like hard biscuits, and they crumbled into powder. In the end, the monster could not get close.
Weiyuan was completely reduced to ruins.
Only the young man's body was left, rolling on the ground with a length of inn wooden board attached to his back.
At this moment, he still wanted to kill Xiang Weiyuan.
Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands and allowed the young man to pounce on him, but he dodged to avoid it.
Then he took a deep breath, with the smell of blood in his mouth and nose. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised the eight-sided sword high, and then slashed hard at the neck of the young man who used too much force. The young man wanted to struggle to avoid it, but right before
At this moment, on his body, a pair of hands suddenly appeared from the black creation transformed by resentment and flesh and blood magic, firmly suppressing the young man.
The Eight-sided Han Sword slashed down with all its strength.
The object transformed by the young man's obsession eventually met the same fate as the brother he had killed.
Heads rolled down.
At this moment, Wei Yuan was already exhausted. He saw the mess around him and all the ghosts dispersed. Although he had driven away the evil spirit and his lungs were stinging, he still felt happy. It was rare to feel happy! He kicked the corpse down and staggered a step.
Exhausted, he sat down on the ground, holding his sword and laughing.