The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 46
A low roar echoed in the workshop.

Zhang Yue's face was full of madness. If it wasn't for Wei Yuan's sword, he would have pounced on him and bit the latter's neck. Wei Yuan's eyes were tinged by the strong demonic aura on his originally undisturbed body. It hurts, Zhang Yue has completely turned into a monster, lost his reason, and only has instinct and desire for flesh and blood.

Wei Yuan thought of Zhang Xiaoyu's plea and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, the look in his eyes had turned cold, the sword's edge trembled, and a burst of energy directly shook Zhang Yue, and he stepped on Zhang Yue's chest. Yue Shengsheng was kicked several meters away.

The eight-faced Han sword in his hand pursued and attacked, and when it fell, he showed no mercy.

The real way to make swordsmanship advance by leaps and bounds is undoubtedly actual combat.

Wei Yuan's swordsmanship is now much stronger than that of himself at the beginning. The sword moves are fierce, and the moves are all rushing to the death. Zhang Yue, who is not an ordinary person, can compare, that embarrassed demon Taoist priest. When he came back to his senses, his complexion changed, and he pushed Jin Ling again and again, making Zhang Yue's offensive more and more crazy.

Wei Yuan slashed down with a sword, and rubbed Zhang Yue's arms with each other, bursting out a string of sparks.

Then he stepped back in an instant, stepped on a breeze, and appeared in front of Yao Dao in a blink of an eye, swept his body and swept his body. Not good at melee combat, back and forth again and again.

The eight-sided Han sword was slashed to his waist, and a string of talisman papers were scattered.

A wound was cut in the man's waist.

The sword was incessant, the momentum was inexhaustible, Wei Yuan pulled out the broken sword in his left hand, and after sweeping, he stepped forward and stabbed sharply.

The broken sword pointed directly at the eyebrows.

The old Taoist took a step back, but now he couldn't dodge the swords.

But without waiting for the move to be used, the wind whistled behind him, Zhang Yue roared and slaughtered, Wei Yuan had to roll to dodge, the move was blocked backwards, and there was a loud noise, Wei Yuan took the move abruptly, plus Because of the strength in the middle, I only felt a bitter taste in my heart for a while, forced to exhale and let out a sound, the double swords forced Zhang Yue back.

It's just that Zhang Yue's palm tore, or almost tore a crack in his clothes.

If his footwork is any worse, he may have to suffer a little injury.

The old Taoist priest was greatly frightened, and he retreated in embarrassment, shaking the golden bell again and again, and his voice was harsh:

"Kill him, kill him!"

"Where are the five rampant soldiers and horses, come quickly to protect the Dharma, come to protect the Dharma!"

The workshop was gloomy for a while, and many evil spirits sprang from behind the old Taoist priest, all wearing ancient military uniforms, and a few wearing armor, hunting with flags and flags, looking like elites, Wei Yuan took back the broken sword , with his left hand, he picked up the talisman of breaking evil and punishing evil, and swiped it on the sword, and the sword was majestic.

Those many ghost soldiers do not have ghost generals in command, and they are not a climate.

It had come out from the villa before, and was beaten by Wei Yuan's sword Qi Yufeng, who was using his demonic power, and fled. Dare to go over, the old Taoist was in a hurry and urged the spells again and again, but these ghost soldiers are scattered in the sand, you go up and I will come down, go up here and back down,

The old Taoist Taoism was broken, but there was no way to drive it normally.

At the moment, the golden bell was shaken violently, asking Zhang Yue to act as a ghost general first.

There is a yellow talisman attached to the instrument, but the talisman on it is not cinnabar, but human blood.

Zhang Yue's three souls and seven souls were trapped in this magic weapon.

Drive the body with the soul.

The old Taoist hurriedly shouted:

"Five rampant ghost generals, quickly listen to my dispatch, protect the law and kill the enemy!"

But this time Zhang Yue didn't move.

The old Taoist's voice was harsh and hurried: "Five rampant ghost generals, quickly listen to the order!!"

"Hurry up and obey!"

Zhang Yue's movements were always stiff, Wei Yuan followed his line of sight and saw that his clothes had just been torn open by the strong wind, and most of the pendants were exposed, hanging outside, while Zhang Yue's eyes were fixed on Staring at the string of pendants, his eyes widened. Although he did not regain his senses, he was already in tears.

The old Taoist also noticed this.

His eyes flashed with anger, blood spurted from his mouth, and he forcibly controlled many ghost soldiers to kill Wei Yuan.

At the same time, a dark light flashed among the many ghost soldiers.

He himself ran towards Zhang Yue, who was struggling. He only regretted that he was backed by the attack of the two swords just now. Now he is farther away from Zhang Yue. Leveraging the demon power, slashed a sword horizontally, the sword energy mixed with the gust of wind, and repelled these many ghost soldiers.

The broad sword in his palm slashed horizontally, only to hear a crisp sound, and a long green needle hit the sword directly.

The green needle turned into a green poisonous snake, bypassing the sword and biting into Wei Yuan's palm.

The broken sword light flashed past, directly severing the snake in two.

At this time, the cunning old Taoist had already rushed to Zhang Yue's side, bit his finger, and the blood from his fingertips formed a talisman behind Zhang Yue's back. It was a blood talisman of a great murderer. Daoist methods are slaughtered, and talismans are used to open the altar, but Wei Yuan can't compare to this old Zuo Daoist.

In a blink of an eye, the talisman head and gallbladder were completed, and the talisman feet fell immediately, and the blood talisman was completed.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and grabbed the pendant, threw it towards Zhang Yue suddenly, raised his palm to control the wind, the demon force was wrapped in a talisman to eliminate disasters and exorcise evil spirits, mixed with the pendant and landed in front of Zhang Yue, shouting angrily:

"Xiaoyu is still waiting for you to go back!"

The old Taoist took the last step and said, "Get up!"

Disaster and exorcism talisman burned to ashes.

Zhang Yue's demonic aura was more intense and thick, and it had reached the level that made Wei Yuandu feel the pressure.

Behind the faint tiger roaring and bird chirping.

The old Taoist sneered and waved the golden bell, driven by three souls and seven souls, calmly said:

"Five rampant ghost generals, quickly capture that person and me!"

Zhang Yue raised his head and roared, then turned around abruptly, under the gaze of Weiyuan holding the sword, he attacked the old Taoist like crazy, grabbed the old Taoist's arm with his palm, and bit his sharp teeth down, accompanied by a shrill scream, the old Taoist grasped. Jin Ling's arm was directly bitten off.

The golden bell fell to the ground.

The demonized Zhang Yue frantically bit the old Taoist priest.

Accompanied by a panicked drink, the old Taoist's clothes shrunk, leaving only a little man woven from black withered grass, full of evil spirits.It was only split from the eyebrows, and the evil energy above was also dissipated.

The method of preventing disasters for death.

Wei Yuan recognized this technique, but there was still the blood of the old Taoist priest who had just cut off on the sword. The trace of the talisman for thousands of miles was there, and the old Taoist priest would definitely not run far. Wei Yuan looked at Zhang Yue, and the demonized Zhang Yue seemed to be crazy. , frantically biting and tearing at the broken arm, swallowing it.

When Qingming finally came down, most of the arm had been eaten.

Zhang Yue's face changed, and he retched violently.

Then he fell to the ground, there was his blood and a wisp of soul in the golden bell, and now he attacked the old Taoist priest, the technique was reversed, Zhang Yue trembled, touched his face, and the scales on his arms, The white fluff between the scales opened his mouth and burst into tears.

The final gruesome trombone.

Wei Yuan was speechless, leaned down and picked up the blood-stained pendant.

Zhang Yue looked at his hand and felt his instinctive desire for human flesh. He burst into tears and looked at Wei Yuan:
"Xiaoyu she..."

Wei Yuan said, "She's fine."

The voice paused and said, "She said she doesn't blame you anymore."

Zhang Yue touched the pendant and laughed, but tears came out again, wiped his tears, put the pendant aside, looked at Wei Yuan who didn't move his footsteps, saw the broken sword attached to his waist, and said: " Brother, borrow your sword for a use."

Wei Yuan was speechless, pulled out the sharp weapon with his backhand, and threw it to Zhang Yue.

The broken sword fell to the ground.

Zhang Yue pulled out the sword, inserted his backhand into his arm, his face turned pale, and then growled with force, pried up the inhuman scales piece by piece, threw them to the ground, and scraped off the white fluff that had grown up with the blade. After the scales were cut off, it was already a blur of blood and flesh, and then the left arm was cut off in turn, and the white fluff on the face was also removed.

It looks bloody, but it looks like a person.

Zhang Yue held the sword in both hands and returned it to Wei Yuan, then staggered to his feet, smashed the golden bell with one foot, and burst into tears: "Brother... I'm not a demon, right, I'm not a demon, I'm a person, I It's a person..."

"I beg you, I beg you, save the little fish."

"She's so young, she doesn't know anything yet, I just want her to be alive, I just want her to be alive."

The man burst into tears, kowtowed heavily on the ground, and pulled Wei Yuan's trouser legs with his palms.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to help, then paused.

The engine is exhausted.

Zhang Yue didn't want to be a man-eating demon, so he took the initiative to smash the golden bell of his life. He was dead, and his soul had been dissipated by the sorcery. He was still clutching the pendant in his palm. He picked it up, put it on his chest, paused, held the yellow talisman in his hand, and said slowly:
"The decree of the Supreme Being, surpassing your solitary soul, ghosts and ghosts, all four lives."

"He who has a head surpasses, he who has no head rises, he is killed with a gun, and he is diving and hanging rope."

"Death openly and secretly, injustice and injustice, the creditor's enemy, the begging son."

"Rescue the others, hurriedly supersede, and urge the others, hurriedly supersedes."

Zhang Yue's obsession slowly dissipated.

With the palm still holding Wei Yuan tightly, Wei Yuan said:

"Don't worry, Xiaoyu has never done any evil... I will try my best to find a proper place for her."

Once earned, it really loosened.

Wei Yuan turned around and crossed Zhang Yue.

Raise your hand and draw your sword.

Murderous.

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