Night is approaching in the corner of the city, and the time is approaching eight o'clock.

The Lost Man was driving the locomotive through the alley at high speed, the roar of the engine being heard from far away.

The residential area was crisscrossed with alleys, and if he was not careful, he would get lost, but as if he had already known the route in advance, the locomotive was moving without stopping, and it was speeding through the huge maze.

As he turned the next corner, the locomotive slowed down, and he looked around in confusion, but there was nothing but the lead-gray stone brick walls, so quiet that he could only hear the low roar of the locomotive.

But it always feels ...... Invisible coercion surged from almost all directions at the same time, and the killing intent was like a tsunami, enveloping him in an instant.

It was as if the gates of hell were opening in front of him, and death poked out the sharp light of the scythe in the heavy shadow. He exhaled deeply, forcing a large amount of air into his lungs, and as he stepped on the accelerator, the locomotive roared again, its speed suddenly increased, and the high-speed rolling tires made a tooth sore noise. He vanished into thin air like an off-string bow and arrow.

The deepest fears and uneasiness in my heart are like a wild beast that cannot be escaped, and he is the prey, even in a powerful heavy locomotive, it is difficult to escape from this huge trap.

The adrenaline-pumping roar of the engine in his ears forcibly suppressed his fear, and he raced through the alley in a thrilling way.

At the last corner, he finally saw a young man quietly waiting for his arrival at the end of the labyrinth.

At the end of the sewer, the cat waits for its mice.

The young man in a trench coat and carrying a bag on his shoulder, just standing so quietly that he felt like he was wrapped in a sea of slaughter.

Ling Chenxuan moved his steps slightly, just such a slight move completely blocked the way out of the lost, the murderous aura exploded, the eyes of the lost surged with madness, the speed of the locomotive suddenly rose to the extreme, and the roar of the engine sharply cut through the silence of the residential area.

The wheels of the heavy locomotive were hot and hot, but he felt the blood in his body cool down.

Since he has no way out, he will not retreat, the dog will jump over the wall if he is in a hurry, and the outlaw will always show his knife at the last moment, he is going to crush the vertebrae of the exorcist with this powerful locomotive.

The Xiaofeng brand motorcycle he rode weighed at least hundreds of kilograms, and it was still moving at extreme speed, and the kinetic energy generated was thousands of times that of bullets, which could completely crush the bones of a normal person's whole body into pieces.

The locomotive rushed towards Ling Chenxuan like an enraged black rhinoceros, and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Ling Chenxuan took a step back with his right foot and drew his knife, and the moment the Lost Man was about to hit him, he suddenly felt that he had seen a bolt of lightning, and the lightning in the air flashed away.

The next moment, Ling Chenxuan turned sideways, and the Spirit Knife swung out, his hands grasped the handle of the knife, and the blade cut horizontally in the horizontal direction, and the power of his whole body surged to the knife, and the sharp blade slashed through the locomotive's fuel tank without any stagnation, and the blade completely crossed through, as simple as cutting a wire with a knife.

The violent friction between the metals instantly caused a series of sparks, which ignited the oil in the fuel tank almost at the same time, and suddenly the raging flames ignited, quickly enveloping the locomotive.

Ling Chenxuan rolled sideways, avoiding the fire flow coming at him, and the speed of the burning locomotive plummeted, but the huge inertia still dragged it forward for dozens of meters, like a *** running out of fuel, or the evil spirit rider driving his hell motorcycle rampantly.

The Lost Man's whole body was engulfed in flames, his face twisted violently, and his body gushed out billowing black smoke, mixed with pitch-black blood, which quickly evaporated in the heat, like a scene from "The Grim Reaper".

The burning locomotive lost its balance and rolled in the air, and the firelight illuminated Ling Chenxuan's pupils and the entire alley.

The Lost turned his body in the flames, trying to extinguish the flames on his body, but at the same time, the splashing of engine oil soaked his clothes, his expression was terrifying, his body was expanding at a visible rate, and the burnt skin was healing itself with all its might, but the astonishing pain was still frantically biting his nerves, which could not be relieved by the brutal self-healing.

If this continues, the lost person is likely to lose his mind and become demonic, Ling Chenxuan raised his long knife and rushed towards him, the blade swept a chill to the bone, and he could faintly hear the humming of electric light in it.

The Lost dragged the flames all over his body and crawled forward, as long as he climbed less than ten meters further, he could appear in the sight of pedestrians on the street, in this case he could not be demonized at all, he needed time to accumulate, but he would soon die.

It's like a scythe of death, he never thought that the exorcist who seemed to represent justice was such a terrifying existence, he thought that he was the one who symbolized violence, riding a heavy motorcycle in the city to do whatever he wanted, but now he was completely suppressed by more extreme violence.

The pain was tearing at his consciousness, his brain was somewhere between wakefulness and shock, his fingernails curled against the slate, black spikes protruding faintly from his fingertips, crawling with difficulty.

Killing intent fell from the sky, Ling Chenxuan clenched the long knife and stabbed down vertically, the sharp blade pierced straight into his tail vertebrae, cutting through the broken bones and progressing downward.

Unexpectedly, it was himself who was crushed in the end, he smiled bitterly, and his hands had no strength.

The long knife pierced through the tail vertebrae and pierced the flesh directly into the stone slab, and he was firmly nailed to the ground, like a sinner trying to escape from hell nailed to a copper pillar with a burning iron nail by an executioner.

Ling Chenxuan grabbed his calf with both hands, and at the same time stretched out his right foot against the back of the knife, he could feel that the lost person who was nailed to the ground by the long knife was preparing to make a final desperate fight, the ghost in this state was completely uncontrollable, and the explosive power generated in an instant was comparable to that of an enraged bull in the bullring, but he could drag the out-of-control bull back alive.

Yang blood rose in his body, and Ling Chenxuan instantly erupted with incredible power, dragging the body of the Lost One, pulling him back slowly.

At this moment, the edge of the Spirit Knife was stuck in the tail vertebrae of the Lost One, and the result of this was that the blade would cut him in half along his vertebrae.

What is it like to have your spine cut off inch by inch with a long knife? The most terrifying thing is that you are still breathing and conscious.

He felt that his whole body would crack open in the next moment, most of the nerve tissue in the human body was located in the spinal cord, and the pain that ordinary people couldn't bear at all was crushing his nerves inch by inch, he let out a terrifying roar, hoarse and terrifying, and his body writhed forward uncontrollably, this was the most desperate tug-of-war.

The immense desire to survive filled his hands with the power of returning to the light again, and the black thorns on his fingertips grew rapidly, piercing into the stone slab below.

But there was no chance, Ling Chenxuan exerted his strength again, and the next moment the long knife completely shattered his bones, and the lost person was directly torn in half, and the surging black smoke swept out, enveloping his body, and quickly dissolved into the air.

This is the ultimate violence, like the anger of a lion, enough to make the wolves frightened.

Ling Chenxuan walked to the long knife, stretched out his hand and pushed the handle forward, then pulled it out directly, and he went straight to the locomotive that was still burning, where a silver suitcase was still lying quietly.

He picked up the suitcase and examined it, and inside the box was a bracelet made of bronze, much larger than a normal decorative bracelet, carved with ancient and strange runes, and a long snake clinging to the outside of the bracelet, looking gorgeous and hideous.

The bracelet is rigidly fixed in the groove inside the suitcase, and there is hardly a trace of gap, it seems that this suitcase is tailor-made for enchanted objects.

Just by opening the suitcase, Ling Chenxuan felt a surging surge of abilities rushing towards him.

The goal was in hand, the task was completed, the time pointed to 8:11, and he still had about half an hour.

As soon as he raised his head, a person was holding a pistol and pointing it directly at Ling Chenxuan's eyebrows, the person was dressed in a pitch-black suit with a cold and hard face.

"Give me something. The man shook the eye of the gun, "Don't make trouble, this is a replica gun, loaded with a solid bullet." ”

Ling Chenxuan's eyes were like frost, staring at the man's eyes, and the invisible coercion spread along the air, making him feel the urge to fall backwards.

It was clear that he was the one with the gun, but he felt that he was locked by something, and life and death were only in an instant.

Two lost people appeared behind Ling Chenxuan at some point, and they quietly approached Ling Chenxuan's back, like hyenas preparing to sneak attack, holding iron rods and long knives, slowly moving their steps.

At this moment, Ling Chenxuan was still in a state of activating yang blood, holding a long knife in his hand and his eyes were slaughtering, showing an absolute offensive posture. In such a situation, no one would be stupid enough to provoke such a violent maniac.

The yang blood in Ling Chenxuan's body was rising sharply along the blood vessels, his heart was beating like thunder, from the moment the two lost people behind him just stepped into his realm of perception, their every move was already well known to Ling Chenxuan, so his attention just now was not on the human with the gun at all, but thinking about how to end the battle in the shortest possible time.

The time points to 8:13.

He slowly pulled out a talisman from the inside pocket of his trench coat.

At the moment of seeing the spirit rune, the two lost people behind him both took a step back, it was a kind of deterrence and awe that was enough to shake the soul, like a thief seeing the handcuffs in the hands of plainclothes, the fear was instinctive, and it could not be concealed at all.

The talisman is engraved with ancient and strange patterns in scarlet cinnabar, as if the artist is dancing wildly with an ink pen in his hand, and the brushwork is extremely unruly and hideous, and finally shows a chaotic trace of lightning and thunder.

The thunder talisman is a high-level talisman that can manipulate the natural elements for a short time, and legend has it that ancient Taoist priests used similar talismans to call for wind and rain, chanting mysterious spells in their mouths, also known as witchcraft or Taoism.

Since ancient times, the spirit rune has been the carrier of the information injected into the heavens, earth, people and gods, and is the text of the gods, used to convey the will of the gods.

However, most of the talismans are just empty pieces of paper used by the world to pray for good luck, and only a very small number of talismans infused by ancient psychics have been preserved by Taoists for generations, hidden to this day, and eventually developed into a judgment weapon for slaying demons and exorcism.

The sacrificial altar ordered by the Son of Heaven thousands of years ago has long been eroded by the heavy wind and sand, and at the same time there is a history that will not be returned, except for some fragments of the secret art of the spirit runes, which are retained by the headquarters of the Dao League, and the rest are all destroyed in the war or lost in the large-scale relocation.

Ling Chenxuan's yang blood resonated with the spirit rune, and the elements hidden under the strange pattern were about to come out, and the air around him surged with fine intertwined thunder debris, as if heavenly punishment was coming.