The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 69 Wild horses, dust, and creatures blow with breath
I thought that under the hijab was a beautiful girl who was thinking of her heart, but when she opened it, she saw that not only was she not a goddess, but she was not even a girl. The huge contrast made the ghost king stunned for a while, and his reaction naturally slowed down. At this moment, Wei Yuan The sword had already been cut off.

An extremely thin and sharp gust of wind was entangled on the blade, sending out a clear howl.

The ghost king only had time to subconsciously retreat, avoiding the neck, and the eight-faced Han sword had already slashed heavily on his face, Wei Yuan exhaled, and slashed with the sword, the sword edge of the eight-faced Han sword pulled the ghost's hideous face, It was actually cut horizontally, and the face was divided into two halves from the top and bottom of the bridge of the nose.

Wei Yuan fell to the ground, dodged back and opened the distance.

"Ahhhhh!! My face, my face!"

The severe pain brought the ghost king back to reality, covering his face and letting out a mournful wailing.

His face was already demonized. At this moment, Wei Yuan directly cut a wound horizontally. It looked even more ferocious and terrifying. Inhuman, almost mad with rage.

But another, more intolerable malice fermented in his heart.

Breathing violently, the ghost king covered his face and stared at Wei Yuan with red eyes:

"You came out of her house..."

"No wonder, no wonder she refused to agree to me in the past [-] years."

Wei Yuan held the sword and said: "It's just that the road is not peaceful, and the goddess and I have only known each other for a few days."

He smiled again and asked:
"Your wine is very good, I wonder if I still like it this time?"

As if a certain fuse had been detonated, the entire body of the Ghost King slammed towards Wei Yuan in a swift and violent manner, with a low and crazy roar from his throat:

"You are lying!!!"

Wei Yuan took a step back, and the eight-faced Han sword in his hand was blocked in front of him, and the ghost king's fists and feet fell heavily. Wei Yuan had already stepped back to avoid it, and stood on one side with a spin step, and the broad sword was attached to the front of the ghost king's fist. One press and one stick, and the unloading force is guided by the trend.

He had already mastered this sword stance by heart, and he was even more comfortable in killing demons and ghosts before, but at this moment, it was extremely difficult to unload the force. Thinking about it carefully, it was almost like holding a small shovel and trying to shovel an entire mountain. There is also a limit to the method of four or two moving a thousand pounds.

As a last resort, guide this force in the reverse direction, and retreat back to avoid the edge.

Step one step, forcibly unload.

The ground under Wei Yuan's right foot was trampled to pieces.

The sword in his hand was full of energy, and stabbed towards the Ghost King's neck again.

The ghost king did not evade or retreat, and let the eight-faced Han sword fall. The sword body could not get close to the skin, and black flames rose up, but it was not fire, but water, the evil energy in the water of Luojiang. The anti-bow evil that has been accumulated for a hundred years.

However, the long sword and the body mingled with iron and gold.

A gloomy aura traveled along the blade to Wei Yuan's palm, and most of his body almost went numb.

Wei Yuan stepped back abruptly, but saw the hideous crack on the ghost king's face that he had just cut out, and it was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. , The river water is inexhaustible, and the ghosts will not die.

The ghost king lowered his body and stretched out his hand to take out a huge saber. The lingering rhyme of the Jin Dynasty was inherited from the Han Dynasty, the style of the Qin and Han Dynasties, and there were many rangers. Even the young people in the countryside also practiced martial arts, and the voice was low and sinister:

"The hatred of killing the father and the hatred of taking the wife are not shared."

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "I and the goddess are just acquaintances for the first time."

Raising the long sword in his hand, he said:

"But, demon cannibals, you should be executed!"

The ghost king's eyes were red, but you were still the one who was mad and angry. You lied, holding a sword, wrapped in a suffocating aura, and rushing towards Wei Yuan with no rules and brute force. Dissolving, Wei Yuan's energy sank, and the eight-faced Han sword in his hand howled.

The long blue feathers appeared on the waist card of the Crouching Tiger, and the remaining demon power of the Qin and Han great demon Jinyu bird emerged.

Above the sword body, the blue and green winds are intertwined.

Sword fight!
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Above the ghost banquet, it is still a joyous, happy feast of ghosts.

Among the ghosts, a Taoist in a black Taoist robe sat alone and looked at the many ghosts with cold eyes.

Although his breath was the smell of a stranger, it was the honored guest that the ghost king said, and the ghosts did not dare to approach, resulting in a large space around the person, but he didn't care. Drink slowly, but the dishes are not touched by a single chopstick.

I was still thinking about the different actions of the goddess in the past.

After all, there is a Taoism in the body, and when encountering such a whim, he still refuses to let go.

After drinking a glass of wine and putting it down, the Taoist took out a special and unusual talisman from his cuff, with delicate lines on it. The words on the cloud that formed their vein were the escape from disaster he got from his teacher. The curse of robbery is used to protect the body.

Only then did he settle down, drink slowly, and stare at the ghosts and demons from the corner of his eyes, but he was disdainful.

While drinking, the Taoist faintly heard a strange and familiar voice, the right hand holding the wine paused, subconsciously listening to it, carefully distinguishing it, the voice gradually approached and became clear, the Taoist hair ends, hanging. The wine flags that were raised, as well as the large strings of lanterns, all slowly swayed.

He finally recognized what it was.

It's the wind!

The whistling wind swept in like a galloping horse group in the next moment, sweeping across the mountain, and suddenly, the voices of the demons and ghosts stopped abruptly, as if the sound was swept away by the storm, the lanterns went out with a bang, and the boundless In the silence, a figure rushed forward as if riding a gust of wind.

A demon was about to speak, but saw a cold light flash in front of his eyes, and his life was gone.

Wei Yuan fell to the ground and stepped back a few steps before he stopped his strength, and the blood in his chest was surging.

The eight-faced Han sword in his hand is still clanking and roaring.

What a strong evil spirit!
Seeing that the ghost king who wrapped Jiang Sha was beheaded with sword marks all over his body, he still roared and roared. Wei Yuan knew that the other party still had the evil spirit to protect himself, and the wounds he cut would recover quickly, so he didn't go to the front at all. Dou, his footsteps changed, and he quickly crashed into the group of demons and ghosts. The next moment, the ghost king was already roaring and running.

The speed is irresistibly slowed down.

Wei Yuan rode the gust of wind again, and the speed was extremely fast, just like a clear shadow mixed into the group of demons.

Even the group of ghosts behind them never noticed this scene.

A drunken ghost saw the ghost king Daqi, and together with the old goddess, stopped the ghost king to make fun of him and asked:
"Master came out so soon? Why don't you stay with Madam a little longer."

"A spring night is worth a thousand dollars."

"Haha, if you want to come to the madam, if you are afraid that you won't come out, you won't be able to come out tonight."

It was originally a humourous and apologetic joke from his confidants, but it was like a tank of old oil pouring on the heart of fire, provoking the jealousy of the ghost king, his eyes were red, and his anger was rising. He slashed sideways, cutting down all the 'people' standing in front of him.

In an instant, the few demons had been chopped into flesh.

Amid the terrified screams, the ghosts dispersed, and the ghost king roared and rushed straight to kill the captain.

The group of ghosts along the road dodged one after another, but there were always the unlucky ones who were too slow. When they were hit by the ghost king, they were either cut into two pieces by the sword or burned to ashes by the evil spirit. In this posture, these ghosts are not stupid. From the ghost king's reaction, he saw something strange, and he muttered again, looking at the master of the ghost realm, in addition to panic, there was a hint of pity.

I didn't think so before.

Today, the white and blue lanterns are also very suitable.

Wei Yuan kept trying to lead the ghost king in the direction of all the demons and ghosts, walking in circles on this mountain, at least to buy enough time for the recovery of the goddess and the excavation of the outside world to open the river. Jin Yu bird's demon power has been used to the limit, but Jiang Evil is too fierce.

Every time the swords collided, even if Wei Yuan's swordsmanship skills were far superior to the opponent's, the suffocating energy flowed into the body along the sword's body, causing the stinging pain in his chest and abdomen to become stronger and stronger, and there was already a sweet taste in his mouth.

With another sword, the sword was drawn away, blood oozing from the corner of Wei Yuan's mouth, and he laughed in his heart as if he was enjoying himself.

The suffocating buff is too hard to stack, adding attack and defense, and recovering blood quickly.

The Taoist man in black saw Wei Yuan, his eyes were full of surprise, and he saw that the ghost king seemed to be unable to catch up with him for a while. With a talisman, I intend to use this water bowl to make an altar and cast a magic spell.

The gust of wind swirled, covering almost the entire mountainside, and the Taoist's movements failed to hide Wei Yuan.

How could Wei Yuan let the other party succeed after suffering the loss of the altar spell of the evil Taoist warlock before.

The eight-faced Han sword in his right hand swayed the slashed sword reluctantly by the wind. He pulled out the firearm in his left hand, and fired three shots at the Taoist. It's already shattered.

The other two shots were blocked, and the price was that the two treasures on his body were directly burned to ashes.

The Taoist stumbled back.

The palms had been slashed with blood from the cracked tiles.

A Taoist priest is a Taoist priest with Taoism, but he is still a mortal body.

In a hurry, I searched for the hemostatic talisman and melted it into the water, stopping the bleeding. I was about to take another talisman, but I saw that the curse to avoid disaster and calamity spontaneously ignited without wind, and burned out at a speed visible to the naked eye. Frightened color.

Murder? !

At this moment, there is a mass of clear air overflowing from the mountain.

Above the entire ghost realm, the sky was suddenly broken.

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The clear spirit of heaven and earth appeared in this ghost realm, which naturally caused the ghost realm to begin to collapse.

The Ghost King's expression changed, the intense sense of oppression, and the feeling of near-death finally made his brain regain some of his sanity. He looked up at the mountain, knowing that he had to stop the goddess on the mountain, and he was about to rush to kill with the sword in hand. At this moment, the suffocating energy all over his body suddenly weakened, and he felt that his successor was weak.

On the waist card, Jin Yu Bird's long feathers shined brightly.

The gust of wind raged, and a blue-feathered bird that was visible to the naked eye and the size of a house was formed on Wei Yuan's side, and then turned into a gust of wind and demon power, pouring into his body, Wei Yuan's pair of black pupils glowed a strange cyan color, Hearing the resentment and unwillingness in Jin Yu Bird's heart in his ears, the noise made him have a splitting headache.

At the same time, his strength also increased significantly. He stepped forward abruptly, and his right foot stomped on the ghost king's chest with a gust of wind, stopping him from moving. At the same time, the two winds collided, creating an upward swirl, and Wei Yuan suddenly jumped up. Ling Kong turned over the top of the ghost king's head, holding the eight-faced Han sword in both hands.

Then, go all out and slash heavily!
The blade slashed diagonally from the ghost's left shoulder, slashed to the waist and abdomen, and pulled out a wound that was enough to see the bone.

On the left and right sides of this ferocious sword mark, there was a slightly smaller but deeper wound.

Just like the resurrection of Qin Han's Jin Yu bird, showing his true body, he gave this ghost king a savage blow.

This kind of injury that almost slashed a person through the waist was unbearable even for the ghost king. A painful howl came from his throat, and he turned around and slammed his arm. In front of him, he was heavily beaten and flew out, crashed into a wooden house, and knocked the house into ruins with a click.

The evil spirit invaded the body, the Jinyu bird demon violently rioted, and Wei Yuan's eyebrows almost grew feathers.

Crouching Tiger's waist card whistled softly and withdrew his demon power, stopping Wei Yuan from turning into a half-demon.

But he still couldn't help coughing out blood, his face turned pale.

This time, it was the best effort.

The ghost king wounded him, but also exposed his back to the goddess on the mountain.

Wei Yuan struggled to sit up, leaning against the ruins, feeling the feeling of the evil Taoist before, feeling the breath of the wind, but it was stronger, he raised his head, and saw that the sky in the ghost realm seemed to be lowered, as if there was an invisible The terrifying thing roared and roared above the sky, making his ears almost tinnitus.

call--

Airflow begins to flow.

Wild horses are also dust, and living things are blowing with breath.

It was like children stirring the water in the basin with their arms, as if an invisible palm stirred the sky, Wei Yuan's hair swayed slightly, and he felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

"This is……"

and then—

A shocking hurricane roared.

Lei Gong bangs the drum!
The boundless high-speed storm enveloped the entire mountain.

A storm whirlwind that is so huge that it is even larger than the size of this mountain range, like falling from the sky, wide at the top and sharp at the bottom, like an incomparably huge iron cone, piercing down towards this ghost realm, boundless winds, and vast torrents. Avoiding the wounded captain, like a pure white storm, he flew past Wei Yuan who was sitting on the ground.

Sitting on the ground and traveling [-] miles a day!
Magnificent scenery, let people dizzy.

As in the Nine Heavens.

PS: The first update today is a little late, but the number of words is enough~[-] words.

(End of this chapter)