The village chief said that the ancient demon spirit Mist came to Duanyang Village because of Bai Ze and wanted to devour it, in a vain attempt to steal Bai Ze's ability to pass yin and yang.

At that time, Bai Ze was still very strong, and he fought with the fog for a day and a night, but after all, he was still unable to defeat such a murderous thing, and he was defeated and fled.

The villagers reached out to Bai Ze, hiding him in the depths of the village's cellar and building an altar on top of it as a cover.

Before Bai Ze fell into a deep sleep, he used the few remaining repairs to build a protective barrier for Duanyang Village that was enough to last for two hundred years.

Since then, Duanyang Village is no longer peaceful, and the village has to face the threat of fog flies at all times, but fortunately, these monsters are not very good at using their brains, and there is no danger with Bai Ze's enchantment.

Seeing that he couldn't attack for a long time, but he didn't want to leave, he entrenched himself in the Jishan Mountain and waited for the barrier to retreat.

After that, the villagers changed the mountain to the fierce mountain to warn future generations.

There is a stone tablet at the altar in the village, the stone seat is like a lion, a corner of the head, the tablet is engraved with a line of words, read it as follows:

The fog flies feed on living beings, swallow flesh and blood, and turn spirits, on the fifth day of the first month, when people are weak and ghosts are strong, and the enchantment is weak.

Under the fierce mountain, the blue grass grows, and the fog is not afraid, but it can be protected from the invasion of black fog.

Where it is, there is a ghost fog, in which the souls are all the souls of the living beings who have been eaten, and every more soul will give birth to an evil, the ghost fog will turn into water, and the fog will become a demon.

"According to you, the reason for the black fog in the mountains and forests is the fog?" the young man frowned slightly.

Even if the fog is not good at brainpower, such a large area of black fog is permeated, and since the boy first entered, he was afraid that he would be noticed by the other party, which was indeed a little bad.

The boy was extremely disgusted by this unaware situation, and couldn't help frowning.

The black mist was extremely deceptive, and he couldn't feel the slightest mental fluctuation from it.

The man nodded.

However, the fog flies could not sense the presence of him and the little white dog, otherwise they would not have been able to leave the village smoothly.

And all this is thanks to the unique abilities of the little white dog.

"I can't see that you little white dog is quite powerful. Luan Niao said curiously when he heard this.

The little white dog lying in the man's arms seemed to understand, wagged his tail, and stopped moving.

"Xiaobai is afraid of life, and I hope that my son will take care of him. The man apologized.

The young man was just about to be polite, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his left hand suddenly grabbed the bird on his shoulder and threw it forward.

In the man's stunned gaze, the young man made a claw with his left hand and grabbed it hard at the hanging bird.

"Come here!" the boy scolded coldly.

A ghost figure was pulled out of the bird's feathers by the young man.

Luan Niao was still dizzy at this time, and he didn't know what happened, but the boy threw it out inexplicably.

"This ...... Is this a resentful spirit?" the object in the young man's hand resembled a ghost, but its entire body was gray and white, and the lower half of its body was transparent.

Unlike the unjust soul, this thing has a smart eye and should be sane.

In the world, birds, animals, fish and primates all have souls, and if there is a grievance or resentment in the soul before the physical body dies, it will reincarnate as a resentful soul and a resentful spirit.

Wronged souls, demagogues, based on devouring the dark emotions in the hearts of the living, are good at hunting like wolves.

Resentful spirits, also known as non-yin beings, hide in the bodies of living beings, constantly eroding the minds of their hosts, robbing them of their hearts and essences for their own use.

The level of cultivation of the unjust soul can be judged according to its size, but the resentful spirit is not, and the cultivation stage of the non-yin person is divided into three:

Ming: Ranked at a low level, similar to the unjust soul, most of them were ordinary people and ordinary monks during their lifetimes.

Cang Ling: Intermediate form, pale color, most of them were demon spirits and masters of the Tao before their deaths, although they were completely lost after turning into resentful spirits, they carried the ability of their previous lives.

Seven snakes: Mahayana appearance, no different from people, when casting the spell, the snake pattern is all over the body, which is not tolerated by heaven and earth, so when there is a seven snake in the world, heaven will punish it.

Most of the things in front of you are spirits.

Cang Ling once attached his eyes to the feathers of the Luan Bird when the young man looked ahead, and if it were not for the young man's keen sense of the strange aura emanating from the Luan Bird, he would not have discovered its existence.

If Luan Niao is really devoured by the resentful spirit, how should he explain to his sister.

"Give me a reason. As the boy spoke, the dark golden flames suddenly burned on the left hand that was pinching the other man's throat, and even the air around him distorted.

"Fire?ha!"

Resentful spirits are spiritual creatures, and there is no need to be surprised when they speak human words.

"I am a member of the Fire Eater Clan, and I am a master of Fire Devouring, so how can I be afraid of fire. If he hadn't been hunted down by the enemy, how could he have ended up like this? ”

Speaking of this, Cang Ling's expression was full of resentment, and the paleness of his body became more and more obvious.

The genus of resentful spirits will grow with the devouring of souls and the growth of resentment.

"Jiushezi, I want you to die!"

The young man felt that as soon as his hand was released, the resentful spirit fled, and he was about to burrow into Luanniao's body again.

This time, the boy will not be allowed to drag him out again.

Cang Ling had read about Luan Bird in the classics before his death, and this time he stumbled upon the divine beast on the young man's shoulder, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

As long as you devour all your soul and essence, you can be reborn.

Moreover, the luan bird in front of him was not in its peak state, and Cang Ling naturally did not want to give up, and even it didn't know if it could wait until next time.

I remember that the reason for the last time I was so desperate was a magic weapon, and I wanted to take it for myself, so that I could kill my partner behind my back.

Anger, resentment, sorrow

These emotions are full of those people's eyes, but so what, so-called friends are too cheap compared to the coveted treasures.

People die for money, and birds die for food, this is the royal road it has always followed.

Cang Ling knew that his current strength could not compete with the young man, not to mention that there was still an aura on the side that made him uncomfortable.

As long as it blends with Luanniao's body, these problems will be solved, and then manipulate it to fly into the black mist, even if the boy wants to chase it, it will be useless, so he has to let himself go.

The sky is high and the birds can fly!

The flame turned into a barrier and appeared in front of Luan Bird out of thin air, wanting to resist the desperate gamble of the resentful spirit.

"Naive. ”

The wraith took a deep breath and spat it out, and the flame barrier directly in front of it was melted into a hole that could not be recovered.

Seeing that the young man was powerless to stop him, the resentful spirit set all his eyes on Luan Bird.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Luan Niao wanted to escape for a long time, but found that he couldn't move, and the inexplicable force nailed it firmly into the air.

The bird could not leave the spot, and the boy could not attack in the direction of the wraith, and the rat trap had been thought out in detail long before the wraith was discovered.

Breaking through the barrier, Luanniao's soul seems to be within reach.

In a few moments, everything about you will be mine.

"Bai Li, save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" Luan Bird roared, this was the first time the boy had heard fear in its voice.

This guy is really scared.

Ignoring anything else, the young man suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the direction of the man.

"Borrow it. ”

The little white dog's ears moved slightly, and the man didn't know what to do, after all, he didn't know how to deal with this level of resentful spirit.

"Boom!"

The crescent sword comes out of nowhere.

The young man looked silent, stepped forward lightly on his left foot, his left leg was slightly bent to accumulate strength, his right hand turned into a sword with four fingers, the white handle of the moon fell on the underside of the palm root, and the thumb was bent together and held it tightly.

Holding the sword in his right hand and exerting force with his left foot, the black light at the collar of the young man flashed, and the blue light suddenly bloomed under the young man's feet.

In an instant, before others could react, the young man appeared in front of the resentful spirit, and then used the dark green wind as a cage to imprison the resentful spirit.

Using the wind as a ladder, the young man swung his sword to break the shackles set by the resentful spirit, and only then did he save the bird.

"It's okay. The young man comforted.

The long sword in his hand hung in the air, pointing directly at Cang Ling's stunned gaze.

It's so fast!

Cang Ling had already been cut by the crescent moon when the boy appeared in front of him.

Of course, this is not the final killer move, the resentful spirit naturally has the ability to not be afraid of sharp weapons like the unjust soul, and only needs a short pause to return to normal, otherwise the young man will not need to use this short pause to imprison the other party.

"Close your eyes. The boy reminded.

Luan Niao closed his eyes, and the next moment, the spirit imprisoned in the cage was torn to pieces from the inside out by the power of the wind contained in the sword wound and the storm that suddenly erupted around him.

Out of one's wits

The wind of Xuanqing, although it does not have the shape of a divine soldier, has the advantage of cutting through all things.

Ordinary weapons will be shattered when they carry the wind of Xuanqing, but fortunately, there is a man's crescent sword, which allows him to save Luan Bird in time.

After landing safely, the boy returned the sword in his hand to the man again.

"I owe you a personal favor. The boy said.

Although the man tried his best to shirk it, he finally took over the cause and effect.

I obviously didn't do anything, but I got such a big gift of favor for nothing, and it is true to say that I am not hypocritical, and I am very happy.

When he took the sword, the man noticed that the boy's breath was slightly disordered, and when he saw the boy shaking his head, he swallowed the words in his mouth.

The young man lowered his head, and he didn't know how much the resentful spirit had done, and after Luan Niao closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep, but fortunately, Luan Niao's soul and origin were not affected by this.

After repeated examinations of the bird, the boy placed it on his shoulder.

"Let's go. ”

"Do you know how to do swordsmanship?" asked Evil Ao, hugging the little white dog, his curiosity overflowing.

As a demon slayer, he often confronts the demon genus, so he naturally has to have enough strength as a foundation.

However, the evil is an alternative to the demon world, whether you are a ghost hidden in a secret and deliberately ambushed, or a demon who mimics an adult, you will be directly recognized by it.

The boy nodded, kind of acknowledging.

"A few years ago, I met a sword dancer"

"Sword dancer? Childe is a very fortunate man. Evil exclaimed.