Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits - ~ Chinese New Year (2)

At noon, the city of Hucheng was inexplicably foggy.

It was not an ordinary, hazy, light-as-white fog, but gray-black, thick, like a puddle of mud soaking the streets.

Wrapped in the city slowly dead silent.

Suddenly.

da da~

It was the sound of rapid and messy footsteps.

A woman stumbled out with a baby in her left hand and a boy in her right. She looked panicked, her hair was messy with sweat sticking to her face, and she turned back frequently in horror, as if something was chasing her behind her.

She was very tired, her face was pale, and her legs were filled with lead. She didn’t leave the two children behind, but she let go of the boy’s hand for a while, instructed the child to follow her closely, and then freed up her hand. He slammed on the door along the street, begging to open it.

“Help!”

“Please, open the door.”

“At least let the baby in.”

One after another, no door was open for her.

Is the whole street empty?

Do not.

Whenever she slammed on a door, there would always be a panicked noise or an angry scolding or a pleading apology.

The despair grew thicker on her face, and at the same time, a vague whimper sounded in the thick fog behind her, the sound was like crying, like laughing, like a beast roaring and something followed!

Until the woman slapped her palm and left a blood-stained handprint on the door statue.

crunch~

The door suddenly opened.

“The dog entered, fast forward…!”

The yelling came to an abrupt end.

The woman turned back in horror.

In a moment of negligence, the child fell behind her, only ten paces away, but it was only ten paces away, she stood in front of the rescued door, while the child was wrapped in gray fog.

Plumes of ash-like black smoke emerged from the fog, forming a vague human shape in the air, the ragged rags covering the face, only revealing two giant craggy claws protruding towards the child.

The woman didn’t say a word, just shoved the baby in her arms into the door, and was determined to turn back and rush, but was pulled by the door.

“You don’t want to die!”

The woman couldn’t break free, she could only watch the giant claw getting closer and closer to the child’s head.

Sudden.

The ghost’s movements stagnated, as if it was frightened, it let out a harsh howl, and it was about to flee into the fog.

But a slender and powerful hand stretched out abruptly in the fog, pinching the ghost’s neck tightly, and then a floating dust swept away the thick fog, revealing two Taoists.

One is holding a floating dust, which is Hucheng’s sacrifice wine Tongchen; the other is a long sword hanging from his waist, which is Li Changan who rescued people.

The child was probably frightened, and when he was rescued, his eyes turned red.

Before he could cry.

Li Changan hurriedly rubbed his little head, um~ I don’t wash my hair very often, and it doesn’t feel good.

“A man can’t be a crybaby, hurry up and protect your mother.”

The child held back his tears, nodded heavily, and ran to the door that was opened again.

…

Li Changan looked at the ghost that was struggling in his hands.

The outline of the figure resembles that of a human being, but there are many features of beasts under the rags, and it is difficult to distinguish whether it was a human or a beast before his death. But in reality, this thing is neither a man, nor a beast, nor even a ghost.

It is an evil spirit that combines the spirit of beasts, the spirit of the old forest, and the filth of the mountains. The folk traditions in southern Xinjiang often capture these things as soldiers and horses under the altar.

Even though it is ferocious and ferocious, it is actually very fragile, but a mass of evil energy is mixed, and it will disperse when the wind blows, the scorching sun will melt, and the thunder will collapse. Folks often ridicule that a certain tigress is fierce enough to beat ghosts, and most of the beaters are like this.

So they usually stay far away from people and wander the mountains and forests. How can they dare to invade the big city in a grand manner now?

Li Changan stared at the turbid fog, pondered for a moment, squeezed away the ghosts in his hands, and then jumped onto the roof of the tall building.

Look around.

Seeing that the gray fog shrouded most of the city, countless ghosts floated and floated in the fog, or chased passers-by who had no time to escape, or tried to invade the human settlement, and then were repelled by the door god.

The gloomy wind is miserable, and the black air is thick.

In a trance.

I thought I was in a ghost cave!

When you enter the city in the morning, you are still in a clean world, so the time for such a meal has changed?

The difference seems to be in the fog.

Li Changan took a closer look and noticed that the fog concentration was different. At the edge, there is only gray air, and in the depths, sludge is deposited in the ditch-like streets and alleys. At the far end, it should be a certain section of the city wall. of light.

“That’s ‘sickness’.”

Tongchen followed the roof, stepped on the tiles carefully, and explained:

“One of the five minions under the Great Demon.”

“According to the notes left by the patriarch, this officer was originally a **** of plague. He broke away from the shackles of the divine way, turned into a demon, and took refuge in the great demon, recruiting evil spirits for it, and leading the group of ghosts.”

That is to say, the monster called “Sick” is the head of the ghosts in the city, and it is also the source of the strange fog. Killing it can clear the ghosts and gray fog?

Li Changan was about to ask in detail when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the end of the street under his feet. A large group of ghosts and ghosts gathered in turns to try to invade the dwelling. Although they were all blocked by the door god, the door **** was not a real **** after all, and the clear light protecting the house was already crumbling.

Li Changan pulled out two talismans, and Tongchen stopped him.

“You and I don’t have to waste mana on these little devils.”

The voice fell.

The whistle sounded one after another in the city, and teams of sergeants were seen filing out from all over the city, and each sergeant must be mixed with one or two figures in apricot robes.

It seems that for the evil invasion of the city, the city is actually ready.

In this way, the next choice is simple.

The Taoist also pointed and waved his sword.

The strong wind suddenly swept away the thick fog, inciting the robes to hunt down their sleeves.

Li Changan rides the wind.

…

The place where the fog is heaviest is at a gap in the city wall.

The three-zhang-wide and four-zhang-thick brick-clad wall collapsed together with the entire enemy building, and a large amount of bricks, stones, and sediment piled up into the city into hills.

On the “mountain” stood a group of troops, well-armed and solemn, still standing still despite the fog rolling around and the cries of ghosts.

The armored soldier guards a general in the center.

Wearing a bright light armor, wearing a phoenix wing pocket, holding a sword in one hand, and holding a large flag in the other.

Although the thick fog was billowing around, it was true that there was no wind, and the flag was as low as cast iron.

Suddenly.

“Iron” flag rolled up a corner.

The general holding the flag slowly raised his head, as if wondering where the wind was coming from? Soon, he ushered in the answer.

hoo~ bang~

The sound is like the thunder of summer pushing the clouds and mountains, and like the wind oscillating on the sea cliffs.

It was a strong wind, flying sand and stone, and slashing into the iron-like gray fog.

Along the way, thick fog and ghosts were swept away.

The streets and alleys that were devastated and destroyed, the huge gaps in the city walls, the heavy mountains and forests outside the walls, and the army formations that had been swept away to cover up their true appearance, revealed a rotten face wrapped in a pair of armor, and the big flags on the hunting banners. The word “sickness”.

It turns out that they are all ghost pawns, and the one they are guarding is also the “sickness” of ghost handsome, one of the big devil’s minions.

The wind gradually calmed down, and along the gap that was torn open by the thick fog, the warm and cold sunlight poured out.

Do not.

It is not the sun that is cold, but the sword light.

“Disease” drew his sword and raised it silently.

The Ghost Soldier Array started running immediately.

The large shields are arranged like a wall in front, and the spears and halberds are like a forest pointing diagonally in the air.

There, Li Changan came by the wind alone with his sword.

…

Li Changan once talked to Yan Xinglie about battles on the battlefield and asked how to defeat the front. Yan Xinglie’s answer is very simple, without the slightest bells and whistles, wearing heavy armor, wielding a sharp blade, giving up his life and forgetting his death, he just keeps moving forward.

Therefore, in the face of the ghost soldiers who were waiting for him, Li Changan only spit out two words: “Slaying the demon.”

Without hesitation, Hao slammed into it!

Then the golden light of the protective body collided with the broken spear and halberd.

The Taoist priest has already entered the battle alone, and the three-foot green blade in his hand has been turned into a long knife and a heavy axe. It doesn’t matter whether it is stabbed by spears or slashed around with knives, just swing the sword, swing the sword, swing the sword again!

At the beginning of the hand, the armor is flat, the rotting blood is like a spring, and the rotten limbs are like grass.

In just a few breaths, he burst out.

The sword glow was wrapped in blue light, and directly took the head of the “sick”.

However.

Between the lightning and flint, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him.

Sparks burst forth.

Li Changan’s sword that pierced through the sun by Bai Hong stopped there.

Lai “ren” was wearing a wide long shoji, and was covered with gray and black rags. He couldn’t tell the difference between men and women, let alone his appearance. He could only see that he had only one arm, and he was holding a strangely shaped curved handle. The knife blocked the blade of the Taoist priest.

If he missed a hit, the Taoist immediately retreated.

Taking advantage of the high leap, the besieged ghosts of the ghost pawns landed in the empty space.

However, it was far from the time to relax, because the one-armed man had already attacked.

It was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, the Taoist priest saw that he was about to rise up.

Li Changan swung his sword almost instinctively.

Qiang~ The swords snapped together briefly, and the two passed by in mid-air.

Before the person fell to the ground, the phantom pain pierced by the danger in the neck still lingered, and the chills hit the back.

Only blocked with an intuitive horizontal sword.

Dao Shi Dun felt a huge force hit the sword, pushing him up and into the air.

When the eyes fell, there was no one behind him, and there was a cold light on the side…

For a while, the sound of swords clashing continued.

Li Changan was stunned that he couldn’t find a chance to land on his feet, but he didn’t get anything for nothing. He finally found that the one-armed man not only came and went as fast as electricity, but he could turn around without any help in the air.

Li Changan couldn’t help but think of when he fought Yu Mei. However, Yu Mei’s agility is like a fish in the water, but the opponent in front of her is like a bird in the wind.

No matter how good martial arts are, they are only martial arts.

Stay long and lose.

After more and more reluctance to block, Li Changan finally revealed his flaws and was kicked in the heart by the one-armed man.

The golden light of the protective body was completely shattered, and Li Changan flew out in a panic.

He knows the next second, no! In the next instant, the one-armed man would appear in front of him as if he had crossed the space, swinging his knife to chop off his own head.

But Li Changan didn’t raise the sword, but put his fingers on his lips.

No matter how good martial arts are, they are only true martial arts, but Li Changan’s skills have never been martial arts.

In mid-air, the one-armed man’s pursuit stopped for a while, it lowered its head, and several paper cranes made of yellow paper stuck to the lower edge of the scorpion.

“disease.”

boom! !

The raging flames rose, reflecting the surrounding bright red.

…

“Sigh~”

Li Changan rubbed his heart and got up from the ground.

Look around.

The flames are still boiling, but the thick fog split by the strong wind is gradually closing, and countless ghosts in the fog are about to move.

The strong wind just now was actually done by Li Changan and Tongchen. Tongchen admitted that it would be difficult to do it again in a short period of time, so he had to take advantage of the fog to surround the monster named “Disease”…

“Watch out!”

Li Changan turned around without hesitation.

Clang~

It was the familiar sound of gold and iron clashing again, but the elusive dagger was nowhere to be seen, only a black wing feather floated down under the sword.

feather?

It’s a pity that there was no time for surprise, the sound of breaking through the air was urgent, and more iron feathers “suddenly” came from the flames like a shower.

Li Changan then swirled his long sword and opened an iron flower made of the sword’s edge in front of him.

Back and dance.

Behind him, Tong Chen was belatedly panting.

“Be careful, fellow Daoist! It is also one of the minions, it is a monster, it comes and goes like the wind, and its wings are as strong as stone.”

“The owl? The winged bird? And one more?”

“It’s gone, so its name is ‘Lonely’.”

Li Changan chopped off the last iron feather and waved his finger, and the strong wind swept away the smoke and dust.

The monster named “Lonely” stood in the void, still wrapping its shape with a hooded hat, but the one-armed blade turned into a black wing that spread out.

In the last ray of sunlight after the fog closed, there was a faint cold light.