On the mountainside, hundreds of ghosts were walking at night, reveling endlessly.
The bluish-white lights made the whole mountain gloomy.
The carnival, ecstasy, and endless joyous noises were heard from afar.
And at the bottom of the mountain.
The broad blade of the Eight-sided Han Sword vibrated and hummed, and it chopped heavily. The demon ghost on the opposite side held the gun with both hands and used the gun handle to block the sword. The force on the sword was getting stronger and stronger. The demon ghost felt the pressure getting bigger and bigger, and tried his best to resist the strange force on the sword.
A low roar came from his throat, and his face was a little distorted because he tried his best.
Suddenly, the power on the sword was completely released. The demon ghost could not react in time, and his movements were still resisting the slashing. He used too much force, so he staggered forward a step, and the door was wide open. He was anxious in his heart and wanted to readjust his posture, but a broken sword had blocked the gun handle in the opposite direction, and cut it with the momentum, removing the weapon.
Then he was beheaded by the Eight-sided Han Sword.
Falling on the ground, completely destroyed
Wei Yuan exhaled and leaned his sword on the ground, feeling a little tired. He was slightly injured after the charge, but correspondingly, all the evil ghosts in the room had been killed and fell to the ground. After this fierce battle in the ghost domain, his battlefield swordsmanship and Xuanyuan sword tactics became more and more proficient.
After taking a breath, Wei Yuan put the long sword into the scabbard behind him, held the broken sword in his right hand, and walked slowly in this place.
This place is not too big.
After a search, relying on what the goddess said, the breath of the witchcraft wrapped in the feather clothes, finally found the owner. Unexpectedly, he was buried in the ground. Wei Yuan rolled up his sleeves, picked up the weapon in the demon ghost's hand as a shovel, and dug for a long time. The knife was broken before he dug out the box.
The exquisite and luxurious wooden box was wrapped in an illusory black and red light.
Wei Yuan cast a talisman to his palm, and then covered it with magic power, and then carefully grabbed the box.
When he touched the box, a shrill and sad howl entered Wei Yuan's ears.
"Why, why!!"
"You and I are brothers, you actually hurt me! You actually hurt me!!"
There was no need for the Crouching Tiger Waist Card to react, Wei Yuan Crouching Tiger Jue was running, and he had already driven away this distracting thought.
However, the volume "Strange Powers and Chaos, Strange Seventeen" that was opened when entering the hotel had undergone unexpected changes again. The original main body of the scroll was the girl on the second floor of the inn looking up at the sky, and the dry bones lying on the ground, unwilling to die, but now everything on the scroll began to change in the opposite direction, white bones grew flesh, barren soil sprouted, and emitted a faint white light.
Wei Yuan controlled his body to leave this place and hid himself. The painting slowly unfolded in front of him.
......
The story starts from a long time ago.
In a town by Luojiang River, there was a wealthy couple with two sons. The eldest son was honest and steady, while the younger son was frivolous and arrogant. The couple loved the younger son, but were troubled by his temper. In order to prevent the younger son from squandering the family business, when they died, they gave most of their property to the eldest son and asked him to take good care of his younger brother.
The eldest son did as promised.
Time passed slowly, and everything was calm.
But the younger son lost his appetite because he saw a beautiful girl, and he did something extremely absurd.
He knew that the girl was doing good deeds.
So in the spring, he cut the wheat seedlings in his wheat field, so he had no food to eat, like a disaster victim.
Successfully met the girl.
But he still wanted to go further. He saw that although the girl was dressed simply, she was obviously not from a poor family. He had no family property, so he could not meet the girl. So he found his brother, knelt down and cried. His constant begging and quarreling caused his brother's family to be separated, but he got silk, satin, wine and food that he thought were worthy of the girl.
But the girl didn't care about these.
He painfully found that the way the girl looked at him was no different from the way she looked at the victims of the disaster that day.
He was unwilling.
There was a fire burning in his heart.
At this time, a sorcerer found him -
He knew the identity of the girl and how to keep her.
So he went to find his eldest brother.
The picture in front of Wei Yuan gradually became distorted, and the resentment on the wooden box in his hand began to erupt, blurring the picture, making this picture more real. Wei Yuan saw a pair of brothers who looked similar drinking in the dim room. The younger brother behaved very honestly, as if he had turned over a new leaf.
The elder brother was very happy and got drunk.
But he didn't notice that his younger brother didn't drink a drop of wine.
The candlelight was green.
The elder brother fell asleep on the table after being drunk.
The younger brother raised the sharp axe and chopped at his brother.
Finally, he stood in the pool of blood and said:
"Brother, you and I are brothers, please help me again."
He used the resentment of blood relatives as medicine, and became the most filthy thing in the world. He lied that his brother was dead, cried and wailed, and attracted the kind-hearted goddess. He conspired with the sorcerer to seal the feather clothes with the witchcraft and buried them underground.
But the goddess is still a goddess, and the spirit of heaven and earth is still there.
The younger brother was crazy and dead, and couldn't get close to him.
Until one day, he attracted the crouching tiger.
......
The scene in front of Wei Yuan slowly dissipated.
But at the same time, another voice sounded, it was the previous Si Li Xiaowei, with a calm voice.
"This man claimed that the goddess was his wife, and wrote a story about the so-called love between the goddess and the mortal. In fact, it was all absurd, but there was one thing that was quite strange. After we captured him and handed him over to the prison for interrogation, under many tortures, he only said that everything he did was requested by a yellow cow left by his parents."
"It was the yellow cow that ate the seedlings in the wheat field, and the yellow cow asked for silk, satin, fine wine and delicious food."
"In the end, he also killed the yellow cow, a demon."
"Everything he said seemed to come from the heart."
The voice of the Si Li Xiaowei paused, and said playfully:
"But he didn't have a cow."
"Or, it is true There is such a cow, but the yellow cow demon is himself. "
"He cut the wheat seedlings, so he said it was the demon; he wanted to covet silk, satin, fine wine and delicacies, so he said it was the demon; he killed his blood relatives, but said he was killing the demon. Everything he did was the bull demon, and the bull demon was also himself. "
"The person who puts the blame on the demon and can act recklessly without guilt is also one of the human demons. "
"I am Du Yu, the Si Li Xiao Wei of the Great Jin Dynasty. People in the future should be cautious about this matter of human demons. Since you are a demon slayer, don't let the demon grow in your heart. "
The voice of the Si Li Xiao Wei slowly faded away.
The scroll that Wei Yuan saw in the spiritual platform finally revealed its true appearance. Just like the previous picture of the mountain king, there were two changes of the temple and the demon. The scroll seemed to be burned by fire. The overall color suddenly became gray, the sky was dim, and the earth was towering into a mountain range, and there was death everywhere.
The goddess on the mountain was shrouded in pure air, and a young man on the ground raised his head and stared at the goddess.
Wei Yuan ordered the scroll to rotate slowly.
The shadow of the young man stretched out and turned into a yellow cow.
The yellow cow and the young man walked forward together, following closely.
Getting closer and closer.
When the scroll was turned over in the spiritual platform, the young man and the bull demon merged into one, indistinguishable from each other.
His skin was as if burned by flames, charred and twisted, with hideous cracks, a terrifying face, black pupils, looking back in the direction of Wei Yuan, grinning, with a mouth full of sharp teeth.
Wei Yuan exhaled slowly, and the scene finally disappeared completely. As if because of the scene just now, the black and red aura that sealed the feathered wooden box slowly twisted and surged. Wei Yuan stretched out his hand, pressed on the seal, and said:
"Disperse, I will avenge your grievance for you."
The black and red aura rose and turned into a young man, kneeling in the air and kowtowed, and then dissipated.
Wei Yuan stuffed the wooden box into his arms.
Looking up at the mountain, he raised his hand to drive away the ghost, disguised his own human breath, pretending to be a ghost coming to celebrate the birthday, and quickly went up the mountain.