The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 70 Fu Zhu!

When the wind came, it first brushed across the cheeks, then soaked the shoulders and elbows, and finally whistled and surged. The high-speed wind compresses the airflow and turned it into a pure white surf. Wei Yuan sat on the only windless place on the mountain, watching the surrounding storms rush.

The wind field covering the entire Ghost Domain Mountain left a sharp whistling in his ears.

If you look at it from the bottom of the mountain, it looks like a layer of pure white airflow is covering the mountain, or it looks like a large cloud of air is falling from the sky, covering the entire mountainside to the top of the mountain, and it is still like a cloud. Roll and stir at a slow and fast speed.

The demons roared in horror and struggled to escape, but were swept up by the extremely high-speed rotating wind, uprooted trees, and the house was crushed by the wind from top to bottom, and then rolled up together with the foundation. Involved in the airflow, tearing out a harsh scream.

If the ghost does not have a body, it will be shaken by the wind and clear air. If there is a body, it will be cut by sharp fragments that circulate at high speed. The broken body, the collapsed soul, and everything on this absurd banquet will be swept away by the storm. Among them, it was finally crushed into powder.

The strong wind and the clouds collided, making a low vibration like thunder.

Occasionally, there was a thunderbolt falling, and it was heavily bombarded on this ghost realm.

The thunder and fire ran away, and the evil spirits and filthy aura instantly collapsed.

Wei Yuan was dazed and speechless when he saw this vast and magnificent scene.

He no longer struggled to sit up, but leaned on the only remaining ruins, stuck his sword upside down, and watched the scene where one person's strength was against natural disasters. The style of the monk.

There happened to be an unopened wine jar next to it.

He simply placed his sword in front of his knees, slapped Kaifeng Mu, raised his neck and took a sip of wine. Seeing the vastness of the world, he said:
"it is good!"

The gust of wind brought by the goddess swept all the demons and ghosts in the mountains and plains. How could these demons that even Wei Yuan could not stop could rival the mighty power of heaven and earth. The ghost king is still fighting to the death.

The suffocating energy wrapped around his body, barely not being caught in the storm.

However, it is obvious that the outside world Luojiang has been diverted, and the anti-bow evil no longer exists. These evil spirits are used a little less. The ghost king gritted his teeth and roared hard, but he couldn't escape a dead word after all. The last bit of evil spirit collapsed, and the ghost king stumbled. , the body has already flew up, and the mouth is still unwilling to roar:
"No, no, you are mine!!"

Before he finished speaking, he was caught in a storm.

The storm that was originally spinning was suddenly torn in reverse.

The Ghost King let out a shrill scream, collapsed and disappeared, returning to the dust together.

But at this time, the storm had just slowly dissipated, and seeing the ghostly shadows on the mountain, which was like a prison, was now a mess, the trees were uprooted, the houses were turned into ruins, and the distant view could be seen faintly. The blood that was thrown out, but Wei Yuan felt that although the mountain was not as lively as before, it made people feel a lot more comfortable.

The celestial maiden wearing a white streamer came down with the last ray of breeze.

His face was pale, and it was obvious that the shocking scene just now was not easy for the goddess at the moment.

it is finally over.

Wei Yuan tried his best to stand up and said, "Miss You Lao."

The goddess turned pale, nodded, and said: "Be careful, it still has the last bit of residue."

Wei Yuan was surprised.

That's all, the ghost isn't dead yet?
Before the goddess could explain, there was a frantic roar from the foot of the mountain:

"No, you are mine, you are mine!!"

Wei Yuan's pupils shrank and looked down.

In this ghost realm, which has been almost completely wiped out, one person struggled out.

No, that's hardly human anymore.

........................

In the picture scroll of strange power and chaos, the main body is only the young man, the goddess.

It is the young man who turned from a teenager to gray-haired, and finally died and turned into withered bones, while the face of the goddess remained 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 scroll, but I hadn't paid attention to it.

In the rumbling sound, an almost completely rotten and decayed inn rose from the ground.

There were sticky black objects like thick blood vessels attached to the inn, pulsing strangely. These creations gathered at the entrance of the inn to form the appearance of the young man on the picture scroll. His back was accommodated with the inn, as if flesh and blood grew on On the wall, it looked distorted and terrifying, and the face of the young man was constantly changing, sometimes it was the original teenager, sometimes it was a bone with a human face, and sometimes it was a demon with horns.

It was as if the unwillingness and resentment of his life were all condensed here.

Constantly roaring and roaring, there is the tone of a teenager, and there is a low roar of a demon.

Wei Yuan stared at the monster he had never seen before. After all, he was no longer Wuxia Amon from the beginning. He could see some fundamentals. This state was like an earth-bound spirit, but he had never seen this kind of and being The demons that were bound together, and at this time, Wei Yuan finally understood the previously hidden problem.

Back then, the youth were just mortals. Even if there were demons growing in their hearts, they would surely die after being beheaded by the Crouching Tiger.And even if he survives, the original story is already during the Jin Dynasty, more than [-] years ago, and the soul should have been scattered long ago.

Now that I see this inn, I can only think clearly.

It turned out to be the case.

Wei Yuan didn't know how to describe the feeling in his heart, he just sighed:

"It was the Mulou Inn that left behind his unwillingness and resentment during his lifetime, coupled with the fact that he had practiced sorcery and buried the girl's feathers and flesh and blood sorcery into the ground, which finally led to the inn's demonic transformation. The evil cultivator did this on purpose, causing this inn to give birth to a monster, and mistakenly thought he was him."

"When a person dies, his obsession is immortal, and he has to do things he was unwilling to do before his death."

"It turns out that people's obsessions are so terrifying and terrifying."

Seeing that the inn seemed to have its own hands and feet, it roared bitterly and came towards the mountain.

Before, it was full of evil spirits, and it was daunting, but now it has exposed its body.

Wei Yuan staggered and stood up straight, raised the eight-faced Han sword, and said:
"It's just an obsession to say it's a ghost king, relying on suffocation to act viciously."

Looking back at the goddess again:

"May the girl fight again?"

The goddess pursed her lips and nodded slightly, but Wei Yuan had already seen that she had only returned to her cultivation base, and the great supernatural powers she had just used were already at the end of the force.

Wei Yuan hung his waist card on one side of his waist.

Holding the sword, breathing heavily, feeling the stinging pain in the lungs, the blood between the lips and the teeth, and clenching the teeth, I am glad that when I sent Zhang Hao and the others a message before, except for the request to divert Luojiang, they still need them. Changed the original Anti-bow Sha to Western White Tiger Sha.

It was originally to prevent the ghost king's suffocating energy from having a lot of inventory, but now it comes in handy.

Just now, the wind was running wild, the body of the ghost king was smashed, and the evil spirit was scattered all over the mountains and fields.

Wei Yuan could vaguely feel that the waist badge of Colonel Sili was related to the re-emerging evil pattern between heaven and earth. The white tiger in the West is the leader of killing soldiers, and it is also the tiger. The military attache, the second-rank official residence, more than two thousand stones, also known as the Crouching Tiger, perfectly matched with the White Tiger Sha.

During the Qin and Han dynasties, alchemists were rampant. If there was no contact, how could there be a crouching tiger.

And learn from this ghost king to borrow evil spirits.

Then there will be troubles, and you can't care about it.

Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand, the blade pointed diagonally at the ground, and stepped down.

………………

The inn lined up the rocks, trampled the trees, and came in a mighty way.

On the road ahead, a figure stood in the way, 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 reddened.

The memory just now is still very clear. The young man's resentment was unwilling, and he directly locked the sword-wielding Captain Sili, and the inn with the high-rise attic turned around and went straight to Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan held the sword in both hands.

The crouching tiger's waist card lit up with a heavy light.

The low tiger roar was more fierce and fierce than any time before. Wei Yuan used the Crouching Tiger Jue to absorb the evil spirit, and a fierce white tiger appeared behind him. In evil spirits.

Tiger roaring bird.

Behind the captain of the school lied a tiger with wings.

He took a step and ran straight towards the ghost at the inn at the foot of the mountain.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the two were approaching.

Wei Yuan could almost see the frantic and jealous look on the young man's face.

And finger brushed from the blade.

The sword body lit up with a dazzling cold light. Wei Yuan held the sword in both hands, just like when he slashed at the back of the ghost king before. When he was still seven steps away from the ghost, he suddenly cut off the eight-faced Han sword, and the back The winged tiger ran down the mountain, roared in its throat, and slaughtered forward.

The appearance of the evil spirit mixed with the demon power instantly impacted the inn.

The ancient creation, which was originally reserved, was almost instantly impacted by the suffocation, and large cracks appeared. Those hard-looking wooden boards were like dry and hard biscuits, and they shattered into powder. In the end, the demon couldn't get close. Wei Yuan was completely turned into ruins.

Only the young man's body was left, with a length of inn plank attached to his back, rolling to the ground.

At this moment, he still wanted to kill Xiang Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan held the sword in both hands and let the young man rush forward, dodging his body.

Then he took a deep breath, there was blood in his mouth and nose, he held the hilt of the sword in both hands, raised the eight-sided sword high, and then slashed heavily towards the neck of the youth who was using too much force. At this moment, on his body, a pair of hands suddenly appeared in the black creation transformed by resentment and flesh-and-blood magic, pressing the young man firmly.

The eight-faced Han sword fell with all its strength.

The thing that the young man was obsessed with ended up in the same fate as the brother he killed.

Heads fall.

At this moment, Wei Yuan was already exhausted. Seeing the chaos around him and the ghosts dispersing, he still felt happy, which was rare!He kicked the corpse down with one foot and staggered a step.

Exhausted, he sat down on the ground, holding his sword and laughing.

"evildoer!"

"Fuzhu!"

(End of this chapter)