Museum of Demons Chapter 67

I thought that there was a beautiful girl under the hijab, but when I opened it, I saw that not only was she not a celestial woman, she was not even a woman. The huge contrast made the ghost king's thoughts stunned, and his reaction naturally slowed down. At this moment, Wei Yuan The sword has already been cut off.

The extremely thin and sharp wind entangled on the sword body, sending out a clear whistle.

The King of Ghosts had only time to retreat subconsciously, avoiding the neck, and the eight-faced Han sword was already heavily slashed on his face. Wei Yuan exhaled, whirled and chopped while holding the sword. It was cut horizontally, splitting the face into two halves from the bridge of the nose.

Wei Yuan landed, stepped back and pulled away.

"Ahhhhhhhh!! My face, my face!"

The intense pain brought the ghost king back to reality, covering his face and letting out a stern cry.

His face was already demonized. At this moment, Wei Yuan cut a wound directly horizontally. It looked even more hideous and terrifying. The ghost king originally felt resentful and dissatisfied with his current face because of the unchanged face of the goddess. Now it is even more so. Ugly and inhuman, almost madly angry.

But another more intolerable resentment fermented in his heart.

Panting violently, the ghost king covered his face, his eyes flushed and stared at Wei Yuan:

"You come out of her house..."

"No wonder, no wonder she has refused to agree to me in the past hundred years."

Wei Yuan held the sword and said, "It's just that the road is not fair. It takes only a few days for the goddess and I to recognize it."

Then he smiled and asked:

"Your wine is very good, I wonder if I still like this gift?"

As if detonating a certain fuse, the whole body of the ghost king rushed towards Wei Yuan swiftly and violently, with a low and crazy roar in his throat:

"You are lying!!!"

Wei Yuan stepped back, holding the eight-faced Han sword in front of him, and the King of Ghosts smashed his fists down heavily. Wei Yuan had already stepped back and stood on one side, while the broad sword body was attached to the front of the King of Ghosts. One pressing and one sticking, guide the unloading force.

He was already familiar with this sword style. He used to be able to kill demons and ghosts more easily, but at the moment he found it difficult to unload his strength. Thinking about it carefully, it was almost like holding a small shovel and trying to level a whole mountain. There are limits to the four-two-handed technique. It must be done, but it is impossible.

As a last resort, he directed this force in the opposite direction, retreated from the trend, and avoided the edge.

With one step, unload force forcibly.

The ground under Wei Yuan's right foot was crushed.

The sword in his hand was full of vigor and pierced towards the ghost king's neck again.

The ghost king does not evade or retreat, allowing the eight-faced Han sword to cut down. Even if the sword body cannot be close to the skin, a black flame rises, but it is not fire, but water, which is the evil spirit in the water of Luojiang. Accumulate the anti-bow evil that has been transformed for a hundred years.

But the long sword and the body, it is a sound of gold and iron.

A gloomy breath was transmitted along the sword body to Wei Yuan's palm, and most of his body was almost numb.

Wei Yuan retreated abruptly, but saw that the hideous crack on the ghost king's face that he had just cut out was actually recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. He paused in his heart and thought of what the goddess said that the fierce suffocation is connected with the body of the ghost domain. , The river is full of evil spirits, and ghosts will never die.

The ghost king bent down, stretched out his hand to take out a huge saber, Jin inherited the aftertaste of the Han Dynasty, the style of the Qin and Han Dynasties, and there are many rangers. Even the rural youths also practice martial arts, and the voice is low and hideous:

"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 first acquaintances."

Raising the long sword in his hand, he said:

"But, the demon ogre, let's not forgive it!"

The ghost king is red with eyes, still the mad and angry you lied, holding a saber, wrapped in evil spirits, and rushing towards Wei Yuan with no rules and brute force. The guns and bullets are still not able to reach the body and have been evil. Dissolved, Wei Yuan's vitality sank, and the eight-faced Han sword whistling in his hand.

Cyan long feathers appeared on the crouching tiger's waist card, and the residual demon power of the great demon of Qin and Han Dynasties emerged.

Above the sword, the blue and green winds interlaced.

Swords and swords!

Above the ghost feast, there is still a joyous feast for ghosts.

Among the ghosts, the Taoist wearing a black Taoist robe sat alone, staring at the many demons and ghosts coldly.

Although the breath of the whole body is the smell of a stranger, it is the distinguished guest mentioned by the ghost king, and the group of ghosts dare not approach, causing a large area of ​​the body to appear. He does not care. There is everything on the table, just holding a wine glass. Slowly drink, but the dishes are not moved by chopsticks.

In my heart, I was still thinking about the behavior of the goddess different from the past.

After all, there is a body that walks in the body, and when it comes to this kind of whim, he still refuses to let go.

After drinking a glass of wine, putting the wine glass down, the Taoist took out a special texture and unusual talisman from his cuff, with delicate lines on it, and the cloud urn text that formed their veins was the escape he got from the teacher's command. The robbery curse, to protect the body.

Only then did he settle down and drank slowly, his eyes squinting at the ghosts and demons, but he did not disdain.

While drinking the wine, the Taoist faintly heard a strange and familiar voice. The right hand holding the wine paused, and he subconsciously listened to it and distinguished carefully. The voice gradually approached and became clear. The tip of the Taoist's hair was hanging. The wine flags that were raised, as well as the large strings of lanterns, slowly swayed.

He finally recognized what sound it was.

It's the wind!

The roaring wind swept like a herd of horses in the next moment, sweeping across the mountain, and suddenly the sounds of the demons and ghosts came to an abrupt end. It seemed that the sound was swept by the storm, and the lanterns slammed out, boundless. In the silence, an image of a body rushed as if driving a strong wind.

A demon was about to speak, but a cold light flashed before his eyes, and his life was gone.

Wei Yuan fell to the ground and stepped back a few steps before stopping his strength, and the blood in his chest surged.

The eight-faced Han sword in his hand is still whistling.

What a strong evil spirit!

Seeing that the ghost king engulfing Jiang Sha, although he was beheaded with sword marks on his body, still roared and roared, Wei Yuan knew that the opponent still had a suffocating bodyguard, and the cut wound would heal quickly, and he would not fight directly. Dou, his footsteps changed, and he rushed into the group of demons and ghosts. The next moment the ghost king was already roaring and rushing.

Unstoppable speed was slowed down.

Wei Yuan drove the fierce wind again, extremely fast, just like a clear shadow mixing into the group of demons.

Even those behind the group of ghosts have never noticed this scene.

A drunk ghost met the ghost king Daqi, and together with the old godly woman, he stopped the ghost king and asked amused:

"The master has already come out so soon? Why not stay with Madam for a while."

"The spring night is worth a thousand dollars."

"Haha, I want to come to Madame Tianxiang Country, if the adults are afraid that they won't come out, they won't be able to come out again tonight."

It was a humorous wit of a confidant's subordinates, but it was like a jar of old oil poured on the heart of the fire, provoking the ghost king's heart to be jealous, his eyes were red, and his anger surged, no matter whether he was his own subordinate, he cut the saber in his hand. He slashed across and cut down all the'people' standing in front of him.

In a short time, those demons were chopped into mashed flesh.

Amidst the panic and screams, the ghosts scattered, and the ghost king roared and rushed to kill the captain.

The ghosts along the way dodge one after another, but there is always the unlucky person who is too slow, hit by the ghost king, or cut into two pieces by the sword, or burned to ashes by the evil spirit, this posture, these ghosts are not stupid. Seeing something strange from the ghost king's reaction, he murmured again, looking at the master of the ghost domain in his eyes, except for the panic, there was also a touch of pity.

I didn't think it before.

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

Wei Yuan kept trying to lead the ghost king in the direction of the demons. He went in circles on this mountain, at least to get enough time for the recovery of the goddess and the excavation of the river channel from the outside. The demon power of Jinyu Bird has been used to the limit, but Jiang It's too fierce.

Every time the sword strikes, even if Wei Yuan's swordsmanship skills are far above the opponent, the evil spirit flows into the body along the sword body, making his chest and abdomen tingling stronger and stronger, and the mouth already has a sweet smell.

Another sword drew the sword away, and Wei Yuan's mouth oozes blood, and his heart laughs like joy in suffering.

The buff of evil spirit is stacked too hard, add offense and defense, and return blood quickly.

The black-clothed Taoist saw Wei Yuan with a look of surprise in his eyes, and saw that the ghost king seemed to be unable to catch up with him for a while. After thinking about it, he picked up a bowl of water, stood a stick of incense in the air, and held it up again. He wrote a talisman, and planned to use this water bowl as an altar to cast a spell.

The violent wind circulated, almost covering the entire mountainside, the Taoist's movements could not hide Wei Yuan.

Having suffered from the evil magician's altar spell before, how could Wei Yuan let the opponent succeed.

The octagonal sword in his right hand barely smashed the slashed sword by the wind, and the left hand drew out the gun. Three shots were fired at the Taoist man. The Taoist priest was muttering a word in his mouth, but he did not respond. It has been broken all over the ground.

The other two guns were blocked, at the cost of the two treasure urns on his body were directly burned to ashes.

The Taoist stumbled back.

The palm of his hand had been mutilated by the cracked tiles, and the blood was dripping with it.

A Taoist priest is a Taoist priest, but he is also a mortal body.

I hurriedly searched for the hemostatic talisman and turned it into the water, stopped the bleeding, and was about to take the talisman again, but saw that the curse for avoiding disasters was spontaneously ignited without wind, and burned out at a speed visible to the naked eye. The expression on the Taoist's face changed, and his eyes appeared The color of horror.

Kill robbery? !

At this moment, a cloud of fresh air escaped from the mountain.

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

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

The Ghost King's complexion changed. The intense pressure and dying feeling finally made his brain regain some sense. He raised his head and looked at the mountain, knowing that the goddess on the mountain must be stopped, and he was about to rush over with a sword in his hand. At this moment, his whole body's evil spirit suddenly weakened, and he felt weak in his successor. He even gave a slight pause with his footsteps, and Wei Yuan's eyes flashed.

On the waist card, Jin Yuniao's long feathers suddenly brightened.

The violent wind raged, forming a blue feather bird visible to the naked eye on Wei Yuan's side, the size of a house, and then turned into a violent wind and demon power, pouring into his body, Wei Yuan's pair of black pupils glowed with a strange blue color. Hearing Jin Yuniao's inner resentment and unwillingness in his ears made him have a splitting headache.

At the same time, his strength rose sharply. He stepped forward suddenly, his right foot wrapped in the violent wind and stepped heavily on Ghost King's chest, stopping him from moving. At the same time, the two winds collided, generating an upward whirlwind, and Wei Yuan jumped up suddenly. Volley over the top of the ghost king's head, holding the eight-faced Han sword in both hands.

Then, go all out and cut it hard!

The sword blade slashed across the demon ghost's left shoulder, slashing to the waist and abdomen, pulling out a wound enough to see the bone.

And around this fierce sword mark, there was a slightly smaller but deeper wound.

Just like the Qin and Han Jinyu birds resurrected, it showed that the ghost king gave the ghost king a hard blow.

This kind of injury that almost cuts a person through the waist is unbearable even for the ghost king. There is a painful howl in his throat, and he turns around and thumps his arm like an iron whip. Wei Yuan has only time to stop the eight-faced sword. In front of him, he was hit and flew out, crashing into a wooden house, and knocking the house into ruins with a click.

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

The Crouching Tiger whistling low, withdrew its demon power, only to stop Wei Yuan from turning into a half demon.

But still couldn't help coughing up blood, his face pale.

This time can be regarded as going all out.

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

Wei Yuan struggled to sit up, leaning against the ruins, feeling the feelings of the evil Taoist before, feeling the breath of the wind, but it was even stronger. He raised his head and saw the sky in the ghost domain seem to be lowered, as if there is something invisible The terrible thing roared and roared above the sky, making his ears almost tend to have tinnitus.

call--

The airflow started to flow.

Wild horses, dust, creatures blow 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 was shaking slightly, and he felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

"this is……"

Then-

An extremely shocking violent whistling ~www.mtlnovel.com~Lei Gong slammed the sky!

The boundless high-speed storm enveloped the entire mountain.

The storm whirlwind that is so huge or even larger than the size of this mountain range, like falling from the sky, wide and sharp downward, like a huge iron cone, piercing down toward this ghost domain, boundless gusts, vast torrents, all Avoiding the wounded school lieutenant, like a pure white wind and waves, flying past Wei Yuan who was sitting on the ground.

Sit on the ground and travel eighty thousand miles a day!

The magnificent scenery makes people lose their minds.

As above Nine Heavens.

PS: The first update today, a little bit late, but the number of words is enough~3,800 words.

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