The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone.

As soon as I entered Biluo Village, I casually inquired about Mujing Road and heard these two poems.

Biluo, the first layer of heaven in the east recorded in the Taoist classics of the previous life, the sky is full of blue clouds, and it is called "Biluo". The Yellow Spring, referred to in the previous life, is also a crypt where people are buried after death.

This village is named after Biluo, is it also telling some poignant story of Aiqing? Mu Jinglu thought suspiciously, and entered Biluo Village with the Seven Tombs and Lu Zhu.

"Old lady, we are the disciples of the Sword Pavilion on the Sword Mountain in the poor mountains. Mu Jinglu stopped an old man who was over the age of old, and said in a loud voice: "I heard that there is a demon in Biluo Village, and we have come to surrender. ”

"What are you talking about, old man, I can't hear it, little doll, can you make your voice louder?" The old man had a strong Liangzhou accent, which made the pastoral road feel very cordial.

Mu Jinglu didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it, and raised his voice and shouted vigorously: "I heard that there are traces of demons in your Biluo Village, we are disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and we have come to subdue demons!"

The roar of the pastoral path road spread throughout Biluo Village. On the streets of the village, the villagers turned their heads and looked at the three people on the pastoral path.

"What kind of sword pavilion, I've never heard of the ball, you three little dolls are too late?" the old lady also roared vigorously, for fear that others would not hear it.

It seems that the Sword Pavilion has indeed faded out of the eyes of mortals. More than a thousand years may not be a big deal for a monk, but for a mortal who has only sixty or seventy years of life, it is too long. The corners of Mu Jinglu's mouth trembled slightly, and he thought speechlessly and sighed.

"Don't worry, old lady, we can handle it. Subconsciously, the pastoral path used the local voice of the previous life, and the voice became louder and louder.

This time, the old lady heard it clearly, beckoned to the three people on the pastoral path, and motioned for the pastoral path to follow.

Passing through the main street of the small village, the old lady took the three of them to the village chief of Biluo Village.

"Village Chief, we are the disciples of the Sword Pavilion in the poor mountains, and we have come to subdue demons. ”

Looking at the milky pasture path, the village chief replied in a low voice with a somewhat questioning look: "You guys are finally here, the demon appeared five days ago, and it has already plagued more than a dozen households in our village. ”

Mu Jinglu smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, the village chief, it's just a red-level nightmare demon, we can deal with it." ”

Although the village chief is a mortal, he has also seen many monks, and he also knows a lot about common sense in cultivation. Seeing that Mu Jing Lu said the rank of the demon in one mouth, coupled with Mu Jing Lu's saying so firmly, the village chief was relieved a lot.

Subsequently, the village chief narrated the appearance of the nightmare.

Five days ago, Biluo Village, which was originally quiet and ordinary, suddenly appeared a nightmare demon that made the mortals of the Xuanwei Continent talk about the tiger's color. On a dark and windy night, there was a scream in Biluo Village.

At first, the villagers did not find it strange, after all, the villagers who went out hunting often did not see anyone for two or three days.

But as time passed, three days later, the people of the village finally found out that something was wrong. The people who disappeared were not hunters, but ordinary people in the village.

The village chief, who wanted to find out, organized the villagers on the night of the third day to see what was going on.

That night, the villagers of the entire Biluo village saw the scene of a lifetime. The strange, ugly, and evil demon appeared, swallowed two villagers alive, and then disappeared into the night, which can be said to have come and gone without a trace.

This was the case for the next two days.

"Village chief, have any villagers seen the appearance of the demon?"

"See. The village chief trembled and said, "One is wearing a cloak and looks like us humans, another is about five feet tall and ugly, and the other is invisible. ”

"Out of sight?"

"Well, if it weren't for the villagers being carried around in the air, the villagers wouldn't have been able to spot the strange demon. ”

The village chief said, and the pasture road was dignified.

"Okay, we know the situation. Mu Jinglu raised his head and smiled lightly: "Three nightmare demons, we will destroy them tonight." ”

Seeing that Mujinglu said easily, the village chief breathed a long sigh of relief and nodded happily.

When approaching the son, the pastoral path and the seven tombs and Lu Zhu were hidden in the village.

"Brother Mu, the description of the villagers is too far from the information of the division. Three Nightmare Demons, are you sure?"

It was Lu Zhu who spoke, and under the strong request of the pastoral road, he was not allowed to call the chief of the pastoral road in private.

Mu Jinglu shook his head lightly and said softly, "I'm not sure." Mu Jinglu raised his head and said with confidence, "But I believe that you can take care of the other two nightmares." ”

The implication is very clear, Mu Jinglu believes that the Seven Tombs and Lu Zhu are better able to deal with the other two Nightmare Demons, but they are not too sure about their own battle against the Curse Demon.

Yes, one of the three Nightmare is a Curse. There were two left, one was a giant nightmare, and one was either a nightmare, or a nightmare that no other pastoral path had ever seen.

The characteristics of the curse have been studied for a long time. Either they are not strong enough and are willing to submit to others and accept their orders, or they are strong and occupy a dominant position.

In the village chief's description, the curse should be the leader of the nightmare demon, the strongest strength, which is the late stage of the red order.

Lu Zhu had a calm face, and said with a worried face: "Brother Mu, I haven't practiced the 'Scythe of Death' yet, and I'm afraid of the Red Rank Nightmare Demon..."

Lu Zhu didn't finish speaking, and Mu Jinglu also understood Lu Zhu's worries. Not only Lu is like this, but the seven tombs on the side are also like this.

Mu Jinglu smiled lightly and said: "Brother Lu, Ah Tomb, don't underestimate yourself, whether you can do it or not, you will only know when you fight." ”

Lu Zhu and the Seven Tombs were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then suddenly chuckled.

"Yes, you won't know until you fight!" Lu Zhu said in a deep voice, tightening the sickle in his hand, looking determined. The Seven Tombs on the side also raised the long knife in their hands, looking like they were going to die generously.

The hour had passed, and just when the pasture road thought that the demon would not appear tonight, there was a creaking and ugly grinding sound in the mountains and forests outside Biluo Village.

"It's coming!" said Mu Jinglu in a low voice, his expression solemn. The silent Seven Tombs and Lu Zhu, who had already begun to nap, were awakened by the Pastoral Path Road, and instantly turned into a straight face.

As Mujinglu expected, the giant nightmare and the demon who didn't know the specific kind were driven by the curse, and slowly approached Biluo Village by the moonlight.

It's not a nightmare!

The reason for this certainty is that the path can clearly see the outline of another nightmare. Confirming that the third Nightmare Demon was not a nightmare, Mu Jinglu breathed a sigh of relief and lifted a sigh of relief.

The unknown is the scariest thing. This is a popular proverb in the previous life of the pastoral road, and the pastoral path at this time also really understood the meaning of this sentence.

Whether it's a curse, a giant nightmare, a nightmare or a nightmare, the Pastoral Road has encountered them, and there are some ways to deal with them, but the unknown Nightmare Demon makes the Pastoral Road unable to start.

"Ah Tomb, can you deal with that giant nightmare?"

The Seven Tombs looked at the giant nightmare in the early stage of the Red Order, tightened the long knife in his hand, and nodded heavily.

"Brother Lu..."

"Brother Mu don't worry!" Without waiting for Mu Jinglu's command, Lu Zhu waved the sickle in his hand lightly, and said with a fierce face: "The invisible demon is handed over to me." ”

"Okay!" Mu Jinglu nodded heavily, stretched out his hands and gently patted the shoulders of the two, and when the demon was about to approach the village, there was a deep shout, "Up!"

The ability of the curse is unpredictable, in addition to being able to merge with other nightmare demons like the spells encountered before, it can also chant spells alone, summon forbidden spells beyond the realm, and also summon spells, summoning wild beasts far beyond their own realm.

Mu Jinglu did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and summoned the fish intestine sword out of the sea.

"Hide the belly of the fish!!" Mu Jinglu shouted, his figure suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly appeared in front of the curse.

Although he couldn't see the expression of the cloak curse in front of him, Mu Jinglu clearly felt that the curse was stunned by his sudden appearance. How could Mujing Lu miss such an opportunity, the sword move of the fish intestine sword has been completed, and it stabbed towards the curse fiercely.

Between the lightning and flint, the curse that Mu Jinglu thought was too late to react suddenly recited a few words of incantation. In the blink of an eye, something as black as a shield appeared between the Pastoral Path and the Curse.

With a loud bang, the path was shaken upside down, and the Curse didn't move in the slightest.

Flying upside down in the air, the shield in the Curse's hand was clearly seen unfolding, turning into a black butterfly.

The black butterfly that was used as a shield floated in front of the curse and did not leave. The curse raised his right hand, like a Buddhist disciple, and erected his right hand on his chest, and then several characters that the pastoral path did not recognize emerged from the black hole of the curse coat.

, it summons multiple times! Can't let it finish the spell.

"Ever-changing!" With a soft shout, Ling Bo swayed at the foot of the upside-down pasture path, and the upside-down figure suddenly turned sharply upwards and jumped up towards the sky.

"Break the brave clothes!" The volleyed pasture road roared again, and it turned sharply, stabbing at the curse on the ground.

With a chilling sword aura and an incomparable brave spirit, the fish intestine sword fell fiercely in the trend of the pasture road. Spiritual power burst out from the right arm of the pastoral path, wrapping both the pastoral path and the fish intestine sword, and slowly formed a huge golden koi.

The koi, which should have been full of auspicious energy, was actually full of murderous aura at this time, opened its mouth, and bit down fiercely at the curse.

The scene of swallowing the curse did not appear, but was stopped by a body about five feet tall.

The swooping koi was forcibly stopped, and the huge body under the koi's mouth was not swallowed by the koi in one gulp.

The huge body was just quietly bitten by the koi at first. After a few moments, the huge body began to tremble.

"Roar!" An earth-shattering roar shook the koi fish away, revealing the full appearance of its body.

It still seems to be a nightmare, and it's a giant nightmare. The dark red light on the surface of the giant nightmare's body made the face of the pasture path that flew out upside down in shock change greatly.

Late stage of the Red Order! The curse is really perverted! Mu Jinglu's face is extremely ugly, and he keeps cursing in his heart. The black butterfly in front of the curse that kept flapping its wings didn't know the grade, and another giant nightmare from the late red rank appeared.

"I'll kill it again!"

Pastoral path was not going to admit defeat so easily, Ling Bo swung under his feet again, stopped his backward form, burst into a loud drink, spun his body at high speed, and rushed towards the curse protected by black butterflies and giant nightmares.

Compared with the 'companion fish fragrance' that the pastoral road has just received from the fish intestines, the 'companion fish fragrance' of the pastoral path road this time is even more violent.

The high-speed rotating pastoral path kept shooting out Dao Dao sword qi all over his body, like a machine gun, suddenly and non-stop shooting at the black butterflies and giant nightmares that stood in front of the curse.

Bang bang bang ... The concussion kept remembering, whether it was a black butterfly or a giant nightmare, under the crazy attack of the pasture road, there was no room for resistance, and he could only use his best defensive posture to resist the crazy attack of the pasture road.

Jinglu launched a fierce attack on the curse, and the Seven Tombs and Lu Zhu did not stand by, each raised their weapons and launched an attack on their own target.

Since the Seven Tombs got the dictionary-like book, Mu Jing Lu could clearly feel that the power of the Seven Tombs' Five Tibets had grown wildly, and the growth rate made Mu Jing Lu feel that the Seven Tombs might break through the five Tibets at any time and enter the Red Order.

Although the Seven Tombs still don't have any amazing moves, in the slashing of each move of the Seven Tombs, there is a chilling evil aura that shocks people's souls.

The Seven Tombs are ferocious, and like the Giant Nightmare, they almost always fight for their lives. In the few breaths of the Pasture Road's attack on the Cursed Nightmare, both the Seven Tombs and the Great Nightmare were covered in wounds.

Lu Zhu, who had practiced the 'Netherworld Refining Heart Decision' and the 'Scythe of Death', had obviously undergone a qualitative change.

Although Lu Zhu only spent a little time on the way to practice his heart and combat skills, Lu Zhu's qualifications were not covered.

The black sickle kept changing its posture in Lu Zhu's hand.

One will grasp the chain of the scythe and swing it incessantly, and the other will grasp the scythe in his hand, jumping up and down and slashing.

"Death favors you!" Lu Zhu burst out and slashed at the void in front of him, and the blade of the sickle hammer scraped down with a fierce knife aura.

Although it was blocked by the Nightmare Grid, which could only see the outline, from the outside, it was obvious that the Nightmare Demon was slashed by Lu Zhu and knelt on the ground.

Coupled with the scythe in Lu Zhu's hand, he could clearly feel that the stealth demon was trying his best to resist the scythe in Lu Zhu's hand.

From this point of view, this invisible demon only has the cultivation of the Five Tibetan Foundation at most, and has not reached the red level. It's also good news for Mujinglu and others.

It's also strange to say, to see the outline of the invisible demon, even if it is a pastoral path, you have to spend twelve points of energy looking for the figure of the demon.

But Lu Zhu seemed to be born to see the position of the Invisible Demon Demon, and he didn't have the slightest preparation or discomfort before slashing.

Maybe it's a kind of talent.

Lu Zhu didn't intend to stalemate with the demon like this, Lu Zhu, who was originally holding the sickle with both hands, pulled out his left hand, slapped it on the sickle fiercely, and suddenly took several steps back.

The right hand slid down the scythe to the chain lock at the end of the scythe, and with a shake of the right hand, the chain was straightened. It turned out that outsiders couldn't see it, and Lu Zhu's sickle blade had already slashed into the back of the demon.

After tightening the scythe chain, the corners of Lu Zhu's mouth curled fiercely, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Undead traction!

With a roar, Lu Zhu's right hand was fiercely held back, and the sickle hammer nailed the less obvious demon body, and flew in the direction of Lu Zhu.

"Hey, hey, little monster, die to Lao Tzu!"

Lu Zhu let out a loud shout, and when the sickle approached in front of him, he reached out his left hand towards the side of the sickle.

In the void behind the sickle, what Lu Zhu popped out seemed to be inserted into the body of something, and then his five fingers were squeezed fiercely, and a muffled bang could be faintly heard, as if something had been pinched and exploded by Lu Zhu.

After the muffled sound, the sickle fell, and Lu Zhu's left hand was full of black blood, which kept dripping to the ground.

The black blood had not had time to touch the ground, and quietly disappeared in the majesty of the night.

The first time he used the combat skills in the 'Scythe of Death', Lu Zhu consumed a lot. Lu Zhu gasped, looked at Mu Jinglu and the Seven Tombs who were still fighting, then took out an elixir, threw it into his mouth, and rushed in the direction of the Seven Tombs.

After Lu Zhu leveled the stealth demon, the 'Companion Fish Fragrance' on the pastoral path also stopped.

The black butterfly in front of the curse has long since disappeared, and its whereabouts are unknown.

And the giant nightmare, which had withstood most of the attacks on the pasture path, was also full of holes at this time, in addition to the five black blood that kept dripping from his body, his body was also a lot smaller.

With the sword skills of the three strokes of the fish intestine sword in a row, the consumption of the pastoral path is not small, and his forehead is slightly sweaty, and he keeps panting.

When the pasture road stopped, the curse did not stop, and under the black hole and the hat, more than a dozen unknown fonts appeared.

The color of the pasture road changed greatly, and he took out a handful of red-level Huiling Pill, as if eating candy, chewed a few bites, and swallowed the Huiling Pill with a lot of dates.

"Kill!" said Mu Jinglu shouted again, his feet glaring, like arrows off the string, and he rushed towards the curse.

On the fish intestine sword of the pasture path, there was a faint red light, although it was not as bright as the sword of the late red rank monk, but the sword of the pasture path road actually shrank sharply from the one-eyed pupils of the late red rank nightmare demon, although the strength of the late red rank giant nightmare at this time was greatly damaged.

The pasture road was full of fierce madness, and it seemed that he felt that his sword could open up the world and shock the world.

With a muffled bang, the trail path that quickly stabbed towards the giant nightmare in the late stage of the Red Rank suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the sword of the fish intestine sword in his hand was also grabbed by an ugly giant claw.

Pastoral Road looked up in amazement, looking at the giant nightmare that had somehow recovered to its original state.

At this time, the dark red light on the surface of the giant was gone, and it was replaced by a faint orange that made the pasture path a little desperate.

Early Orange Tier!

The frightened Pastoral Road glanced behind the Nightmare and saw that the Nightmare had disappeared behind the Nightmare at some point. And above the head of the giant nightmare at this time, the vanishing curse, half of its body is embedded in the top of the giant nightmare's head.

Mujing Lu was shocked in his heart, and before he had time to think about it, his spiritual power surged wildly, and the sword light of the fish intestine sword in his hand skyrocketed, shaking the giant claws of the giant nightmare away.

Without waiting for the trail to retreat, the giant nightmare lifted its leg and kicked the trail hard.

There was a loud bang, and the Pastoral Road flew back violently, two points faster than the speed at which it had stabbed the giant before.