The wind came, first brushing across the cheek, then soaking the shoulders and elbows, and finally whistling and surging. The high-speed wind compressed the airflow and turned it into pure white waves. Wei Yuan sat in the only windless place on the mountain, watching the storm raging around him.
The wind field covering the entire Ghost Domain Mountain left a sharp whistle in his ears.
If you look from the bottom of the mountain, it looks like a layer of pure white airflow on the mountain, or like a large cloud of gas falling from the sky, covering the mountainside to the top of the mountain, and still crushing and stirring at a speed that seems slow but is actually fast.
The demons roared in horror and struggled to escape, but were swept up by the extremely high-speed rotating wind. Trees were uprooted, and houses were crushed from top to bottom by the wind pressure, and then swept up together with the foundation. Sharp fragments were swept into the airflow, tearing out a piercing scream.
If the demons and ghosts had no physical form, they would be dispersed by the storm. If they had physical form, they would be cut by the sharp fragments flowing at high speed. The broken flesh and the collapsed soul, along with everything on this absurd banquet, were swept into the storm and finally crushed into dust.
The violent wind and the clouds collided, making a low sound like thunder.
Occasionally, thunder struck heavily on this ghost domain.
Thunder and fire ran, and the evil and filthy air collapsed immediately.
Wei Yuan was stunned and lost in thought as he looked at this vast and magnificent scene. He was speechless.
He no longer struggled to sit up, but leaned against the only remaining ruins, inserted his sword upside down into the ground, and looked at the scene of one person fighting against natural disasters. This was the power of the gods in ancient times, the style of the top monks.
There happened to be an unopened wine jar next to it.
He simply held the sword across his knees, broke the seal, raised his neck and drank a mouthful of wine. Seeing the vastness of the world, he said:
"Good!"
The strong wind summoned by the goddess swept all the demons and ghosts all over the mountains. These demons and ghosts that even Wei Yuan could not stop were no match for the might of heaven and earth. They were immediately swept in and strangled to death. However, the ghost king who had absorbed the water evil of Luojiang River for more than a hundred years was still resisting desperately.
The evil spirit wrapped around his body and barely avoided being swept into the storm.
But it was obvious that the Luojiang River in the outside world had been diverted, and the reverse bow evil no longer existed. The evil spirits were used up a little bit, and the ghost king gritted his teeth and roared, struggling to support, but he could not escape the word death after all. The last bit of evil spirit collapsed, and the ghost king staggered and flew up, still unwillingly roaring:
"No, no, you are mine!!"
Before he finished speaking, he was swept into the storm.
The storm that was originally rotating with the trend suddenly tore in the opposite direction.
The ghost king let out a shrill scream, and collapsed and disappeared, returning to dust.
At this time, the storm had just dissipated slowly. Seeing that the mountain, which was previously full of ghosts and as gloomy as a prison, was now in a mess, with trees uprooted and houses turned into ruins. In the distance, dirty blood could be faintly seen being thrown out, but Wei Yuan felt that although the mountain was not as lively as before, it was much more comfortable.
The goddess in white clothes and ribbons fell with the last breeze.
Her face was pale, and it was obvious that the shocking scene just now was not easy for the goddess at the moment.
It was finally over.
Wei Yuan struggled to stand up and said, "Thank you, young lady."
The goddess' face turned pale, nodded, and said, "Be careful, it still has a little bit of residue."
Wei Yuan was surprised.
Even in this situation, the ghost was not dead yet?
Before the goddess opened her mouth to explain, a frenzied and ferocious roar came from the bottom of the mountain:
"No, you are mine, you are mine!!"
Wei Yuan's pupils shrank and he looked down.
In this ghostland that was almost completely razed, a person struggled out.
No, that person could hardly be considered a human being.
......
In the scroll of strange and chaotic things, the main subject was only the young man, the goddess.
It was the young man who turned from a teenager to a white-haired man, and finally died and turned into dry bones, while the goddess's face remained unchanged.
Wei Yuan originally thought so.
But when he saw the thing that appeared, he suddenly realized that there was a third main subject in the scroll, but he had not noticed it.
Amid the rumbling sound, an inn that was almost completely rotten and decayed rose from the ground.
The inn was covered with sticky black objects like thick blood vessels, beating strangely. The part of these creatures at the entrance of the inn gathered into the appearance of the young man in the scroll. His back was contained in the inn, as if flesh and blood grew on the wall, looking twisted and terrifying, and the young man's face kept changing, sometimes he was the original young man, sometimes he was a human face with white bones, and sometimes he was a demon with horns on his head.
It was as if all his life's resentment and resentment were condensed here.
He kept roaring and roaring, with the tone of a young man and the low roar of a demon.
Wei Yuan looked at the unprecedented demon. After all, it was no longer the Wuxia Amon at the beginning. He could see some of his roots. This state was like a ground-bound spirit, but he had never seen such a demon that merged with the bound land. At this time, Wei Yuan finally understood the hidden problem before.
The young man at the beginning was just a mortal. Even if there was a demon in his heart, he would die after being killed by the crouching tiger. Even if he survived, the first story was during the Jin Dynasty, more than 1,700 years ago, and he should have died long ago.
Now that I see this inn, I can think clearly.
So that's it.
Wei Yuan didn't know how to describe his feelings, but just sighed:
"It was the wooden inn that left his resentment and resentment in his lifetime, and he practiced evil magic and buried the girl's feather clothes and flesh and blood in the ground, which finally caused the inn to become a monster. I think it must be added that the evil monks did it deliberately a hundred years ago, causing the inn to give birth to monsters, and they even mistakenly thought they were him."
"People die but their obsessions are not extinguished, and they have to do things they were unwilling to do in their lifetime."
"It turns out that people's obsessions are so terrifying."
Seeing that the inn seemed to have its own hands and feet, it roared and came towards the mountain.
Previously, it was entangled with evil spirits and could still make people afraid, but now it has exposed its true form.
Wei Yuan stood up shakily, raised the Eight-sided Han Sword, and said:
"It's called the Ghost King, but it's just an obsession, relying on the evil spirit to do evil."
He looked at the goddess again:
"Miss, will you 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, and she was already at the end of her strength, so he simply raised the sword and said: "Then I'll have to trouble you to raise the wind."
Wei Yuan hung the waist badge on one side of his waist.
Holding the sword, breathing heavily, feeling the stinging pain in his lungs, the blood foam between his lips and teeth, and clenching his teeth, he was actually glad that when he sent a message to Zhang Hao and the others before, in addition to asking them to change the route of Luojiang, he also asked them to change the original anti-bow evil spirit to the Western White Tiger Evil.
Originally, it was to prevent the Ghost King's evil spirit from having a lot of inventory, but now it comes in handy.
Just now, the strong wind was running, and 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 the Si Li Lieutenant was related to the reappearance of the evil spirit pattern between heaven and earth. The Western White Tiger was responsible for killing and fighting, and was also a tiger. The Si Li Lieutenant was in charge of the elite, and was the top military officer under the general of the Han Dynasty. He was a second-rank official, equivalent to two thousand stones, and was also known as the Crouching Tiger, which was a perfect match with the White Tiger Evil.
During the Qin and Han Dynasties, alchemists were rampant. If there was no connection, how could there be the name of Crouching Tiger.
Let's learn from this ghost king to borrow the evil spirit.
Even if there are future troubles, I can't care about it.
Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand, the blade pointed obliquely at the ground, and stepped down.
......
The inn pushed aside the rocks and trampled on the trees, and came in a mighty manner.
And on the road ahead, a figure was blocking there, it was Wei Yuan.
The twisted young man at the door of the inn saw Wei Yuan, and he let out a low roar, his eyes red.
The memory just now was still very clear. The young man's resentment was so strong that he locked onto the Sili school lieutenant holding a sword. The inn with a high-rise attic turned around and rushed towards Wei Yuan, filled with evil spirits.
Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands.
A deep light lit up on the Crouching Tiger waist badge.
The low tiger roar was more passionate and fierce than any previous time. Wei Yuan used the Crouching Tiger Technique to absorb the evil spirit, and a fierce white tiger appeared behind him. Then the long feathers of the brocade bird on the waist badge lit up and sank into the evil spirit.
The tiger roared and the bird cried.
Behind the school lieutenant was a winged tiger.
He took a step and ran straight towards the evil ghost in the inn at the foot of the mountain.
In almost an instant, the two were approaching.
Wei Yuan could almost see the ferocious and jealous crazy look on the young man's face.
And his fingers brushed across the sword blade.
The sword body shone with a brilliant cold light. Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands, just like when he slashed at the back of the ghost king before. When he was still seven steps away from the demon, he suddenly slashed the eight-sided Han sword. The tiger with wings on his back ran down the mountain, roaring in his throat, and rushed forward to kill.
The appearance of the evil spirit mixed with demon power instantly hit the inn.
The ancient creations that were originally specially preserved were almost instantly hit by the evil spirit and large cracks appeared. Those hard-looking wooden boards were like dry and hard biscuits, and they broke into powder with a hiss. In the end, the demon could not get close to Wei Yuan, and it was completely turned into ruins.
Only the body of the young man was left, with a section of the inn wooden board attached to his back, rolling on the ground.
At this moment, he still wanted to pounce on Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands, letting the young man pounce on him, and dodged with his body.
Then he took a deep breath, with a bloody smell in his mouth and nose. He held the hilt with both hands, raised the Eight-sided Sword high, and then chopped the neck of the young man who had used too much force. The young man wanted to struggle to avoid it, but at this moment, a pair of hands suddenly appeared from the black creature formed by the resentment and blood and flesh evil magic on his body, and pressed the young man down.
The Eight-sided Han Sword chopped it down with all his strength.
The thing formed by the young man's obsession ended up with the same fate as his brother.
The head rolled down.
At this moment, Wei Yuan was already exhausted. Seeing the mess around him and the ghosts scattered, although he forced the evil spirit to drive away, his lungs were piercing, but he still felt happy, a rare happiness! He kicked the corpse down with one foot and staggered a step.
He sat down on the ground exhausted, holding the sword and laughing.
"Monster!"
"Execute!"