There were obviously no eyes on the "face", but Zhang Yue had a feeling of being watched, which made him feel nervous.

"Faceless, faceless. Can I call you that? Zhang Yue said.

The figure smiled, his voice cold and ancient, full of endless vicissitudes and sadness: "Faceling? Whatever. After saying that, her body trembled suddenly, and a gray air flow spread around her center, and the air flow rolled like a wave, making a rumbling sound.

Zhang Yue's hand loosened, feeling that his soul binding technique had become ineffective, he hurriedly retreated, vigilantly looking at the churning air current, the white pupils surrounded by light and flames were pure and flawless, and he could see through everything.

In his eyes, beautiful women stretched their graceful postures in the airflow. They all have a beautiful face, a twist of the waist, a step, all have ten thousand styles; One raised eyebrows, one lip curled, are filled with peach-colored temptation, all the time seductive. But behind the beauty, there is a skeleton of Mori Bai.

Zhang Yue saw the beauty on the surface and the ugliness in the deepest depth, so he was unmoved, just quietly pinched the seal and whispered: "Yang ceremony, break the delusion, extinguish!" ”

Zhang Yue's eyes were slightly condensed, staring ahead, and wisps of white light flames suddenly burned in the void, and then spread rapidly, burning those beautiful women who sang and danced lightly. The ash cleared, and the faceless ghost struggled out of the white flames, covered in white smoke.

"Why? Isn't it beautiful enough? The faceling muttered, his voice shaking.

Yan Xi shook his head with disdain, then pointed at himself and said, "No, no, no, you are wrong, this thing is incompetent." You see that I have been naked next to him for so long, and he can't even sweep me, absolutely incompetent. ”

Zhang Yue said: "You have time to complain, don't you think about putting on your clothes?" ”

"Oh, okay." Yan Xi pursed her lips and slowly put on her nightdress.

"Let's move on." Zhang Yue said politely.

The faceless ghost was condescending, but the momentum was weaker, and she still said unrelentingly: "No one is not beautiful, no!" After speaking, her "face", which originally had no facial features, suddenly distorted on its own, and her eyes, nose and other facial features were outlined by themselves, and the gray hair behind her began to turn black and finally fell apart.

After a while, the faceless ghost turned into Yan Xi, who had just put on his clothes.

"Can you do it with me like this?" The faceling ghost used Yan Xi's face to reveal a slightly mocking smile.

Zhang Yue didn't speak, but jumped up very decisively, wrapped her right hand around the white flame, and smashed it out mercilessly and without any fancy punch. This punch was smashed very solidly, and Zhang Yue could clearly feel the backlash coming from the fist. The fist slammed deep into the faceling's face, shattering her face.

Rumble! The Faceling flew upside down, its body shattering through the air and finally slamming into the wall. The faceling looked at the air dumbfounded, the face of Yan Xi she had conjured was already rotten to mud, and it looked extremely disgusting.

Yan Xi had a black face, raised his pistol, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at Zhang Yue's head in a black hole: "You are looking for death!" You didn't even have any psychological obstacles in my face? Yes? Still so heavy-handed? You have a deep grudge against me! My good teammates! ”

Zhang Yue was indifferent: "Do you want to take her away first?" Zhang Yue said, pointing to Zhong Wuyi, who was in a coma.

Yan Xi snorted coldly, and in a flash, he hugged Zhong Wuyi and left through the window.

The faceling staggered to her feet with a soft face, and she could vaguely make out her surprised look: "You don't love her?" Otherwise, how could you possibly make a move? Yes, absolutely, you don't love her! Don't love her! Men are really not good things! ”

Zhang Yue sighed: "Don't beat people to death with a stick, other men are very aggrieved." ”

"Get out!"

The faceless ghost burst out, its long hair dancing like a python, its gripping face staring at its big round eyes, and its blood-red tongue sticking out of its white fangs.

The speed of the faceless ghost is very fast, and the hotel room is not big, at such a short distance, in the blink of an eye, the faceless ghost has already approached Zhang Yue, the face without facial features, gray, like a dark cloud.

Zhang Yue's face was expressionless, with white eyes and dark eyes, looking at the faceless ghost quietly, as if he could see through the nine shadows at a glance. All around him, the hideous faces of the people had opened their fangs at him.

"Yang ritual, soul purification, slash!" Zhang Yue pinched the seal in his hand and held it forward. I saw the white flame leap out of his hand and turn into a sword. Zhang Yueyi grasped the Taidao, flipped his wrist lightly, turned the blade lightly, and a brilliant white sword flower quickly bloomed, shooting out sword lights.

Brush Brush Brush! After a few sounds, the man's face retreated with a scream, and was annihilated in the white flames.

Zhang Yue took a step forward, the distance between her and the faceless ghost narrowed again, and the sword in her hand slashed straight down from top to bottom, as fast as thunder, brushing down a sword curtain, enveloping the faceless ghost entirely, blocking all her retreats.

The faceless ghost had no way to retreat, and was slashed right by a knife, the blade easily splitting a crack from her Heavenly Spirit Cover all the way down. The Faceless Ghost exploded with a thud, and clouds of gray mist surged, then quickly coalesced above.

Zhang Yue was unforgiving, and jumped forward, the tip of the knife pointed directly at the faceless ghost who had just recovered his body, and stabbed through the night sky, illuminating the entire room. In the light, the Faceling exploded again, surging out a thinner mist than before.

……

Outside the window, on the roof of a certain building, Yan Xi and the nurse were quietly watching this one-sided battle.

"How?" Yan Xi shook a pair of little white legs and asked with a smile.

The nurse pulled her pink and tender nightgown in disgust and said, "Well, the mentality is not good." ”

"Huh?"

"He didn't want to be a killer at all, otherwise he wouldn't have used the yang ritual of black and white pupils." The nurse said.

Yan Xi asked, "What do you say?" ”

"The Yang Ritual focuses on purification, there is nothing lethal, he is not killing a ghost at all now, but sending this ghost to transcendence. However, this ghost has been grudges for thousands of years, how can it be so easy to purify. The nurse explained.

Yan Xi nodded: "Do you think there is salvation?" ”

The nurse tilted her head, thought for a while and said, "I don't know, it depends on my mood." ”

"Forehead ......"

……

The room was filled with a gray mist, and the faceling was once again split. Zhang Yue stood in the mist, carrying a knife, quite a bit of a husband and a man, and he couldn't open it.

The faceless ghost condensed and floated far away by the window, but could not fly out of the window. In this room, Zhang Yue had already arranged an enchantment and blocked the area here. "It seems that you are imperative in this operation!" The faceling muttered.

Zhang Yue said: "What are you resenting? It's better to let it go, you should have left a long time ago. ”

"You know what? Put it down? No! No way! I'm going to take back what belongs to me. The Faceless raised his hand, and a gust of wind swept up, and the mist that filled the room swirled and became more viscous.

Zhang Yue was a little surprised, but she was already deeply involved. The mist is like a swamp, and once you get into it, it's hard to turn over. In the mist, Zhang Yue struggled, and her body sank a little.

Zhang Yue quickly calmed down and said indifferently: "I don't understand, but I'm willing to listen to you!" Zhang Yue raised his knife and stabbed straight to the ground, and the blade pierced into the mist, rising clusters of white flames, clearing a clean field.

Zhang Yue jumped out and wanted to slash at the faceless ghost, but he didn't jump more than a meter, and a miserable white hand stretched out from the mist and pulled him down. Falling into the mist, Zhang Yue felt cold all over, and a piercing chill went straight into her heart, even so, Zhang Yue still did not show a panicked look, her face was indifferent.

The Faceless Ghost went berserk: "What are you still pretending to be calm about?" Give me death! Die! ”

I saw more hands stretched out in the mist, grabbing Zhang Yue one after another, pulling him, and dragging him into the abyss. Countless hands almost drowned Zhang Yue, but no matter what, Zhang Yue's black and white pupils still flashed with a calm light.

When the last hand covered Zhang Yue's eyes, he had already fallen into the gray mist, and the last leaping white flame was also obscured.

The faceling chuckled under her breath, inhaling the mist into her body and looking at the empty room, unsure of what she was thinking. She felt a little lost and a little satisfied. After a long time, she waved her sleeves and wanted to leave. As she flew to the window, white runes lit up, blocking her path.

"This ......," the Faceling looked at the enchantment that was still working in front of him. Generally speaking, as long as the person who arranged the enchantment dies, the enchantment will disappear with it, but now that the enchantment still exists, there are only two answers, either Zhang Yue is not the person who arranged the enchantment, or Zhang Yue is not dead.

The Faceling roared in rage, dancing its long hair, and bombarded the barrier frantically, the dense human face tearing and gnawing, but unable to do any damage to the barrier.

"Let me out! I'm going to take back my stuff! The faceling screamed, but there was no reply to her voice in the empty room.

……

Yan Xi, who was watching this scene, was a little dumbfounded: "What's the situation?" The situation changed too quickly, right? ”

The nurse propped her head, yawned, and said, "This battle is really not interesting at all, one is releasing water, and the other is really water." ”

"Oh?"

……

Zhang Yue was wrapped in white flames and was walking in a hellish world. Around him, countless resentful spirits roared and cried, reaching out their blood-stained hands to him, pulling him frantically, as if to make him, an outsider, like this.

Zhang Yue ignored these resentful spirits, he was in the soul of the faceless ghost that had been ghosted at the moment, and he wanted to find the source of her resentment. Through the wave of resentful souls, Zhang Yue finally found it.

He saw a face, a face with all the features but extremely ugly. What kind of face is that...... There is no word in this world to describe it, and the word ugly can only be regarded as perfunctory. In Zhang Yue's view, this is a mash-up of countless distorted, hideous, but beautiful faces. It stands to reason that it gathers the beauty of all the beauties and should be as beautiful as a fairy, but in fact, when the beauty is unreasonably mixed, everything becomes tasteless.

Zhang Yue pressed the shock in her heart, calmly pinched the seal, and whispered: "The Yin Ritual of the Two Rituals, Kill Grievances, Kill!" ”

The white flame on the white pupil gradually extinguished, and then the black flame in the black eye ignited. The black flame of light exuded a cold aura, enveloping the pure white pupils, and it looked very weird.

Zhang Yue waved the knife in his hand, the black light passed, and the white flame on the knife also changed into a black flame, with Sen Sen's killing intent. Zhang Yue raised the Tai Knife high, and the blade of the black flame was aimed at that face, and the killing intent was almost condensed into substance, pointing straight ahead.

Brush! The sword came out, the black light shone, the black flame rose, and the cold aura from the Nine Shadows quickly diffused, freezing this soul world. Karakala. The blade slashed, and there was a straight crack on the face, and the fine crack spread from it to both sides.

Just when Zhang Yue thought it was all over, the crevice that was spreading suddenly stopped. An extremely brutal momentum rushed out from this tattered face, directly overturning Zhang Yue.

"Ahh Oh! The faceless ghost let out a terrible howl that was not like a human voice, and she felt a vibration in her soul, and the resentment that had been hidden in the depths of her soul could no longer be hidden, and it had erupted without reservation, and was raging wildly.

Zhang Yue's horizontal knife was in front of him, and the black flames were surging, stretching out a curtain of fire, resisting the erosion of resentment. But Zhang Yue was not completely spared, and the black spots on her body were the marks left by the erosion of resentment.

……

On the rooftop, Yan Xi and the nurse couldn't help but sit up straight. The battle situation has exceeded their imagination at the beginning, and they are ready to strike at any time.

"A thousand years of grudges is really a bit scary." The nurse muttered as she looked at the resentment that filled the room.

Yan Xi touched the sand eagle in his hand and said, "It's a bit reluctant to let him face the thousand-year-old ghost alone." ”

The nurse was noncommittal: "It's true, but it's not impossible, after all, no matter how long you cultivate, you'll be a lonely ghost after all, and you can't be considered a big demon." ”

"Look at his creation." Yan Xi continued to wipe the sand eagle in his hand, and the muzzle of the black hole was always aimed at the room full of resentment.

……

Zhang Yue held the knife tightly, identified one direction, and kept swinging the knife, one knife, two knives...... With each slash, he felt like he was slashing into the hollow, and all his power poured into an abyss of dissatisfaction. He knew that it was just an illusion, and he must have cut it to the ground, because he could see it.

In his gaze, resentment was a thick stack of papers, each of which was painted with a beautiful and terrifying face, as if silently telling their resentment.

Zhang Yue waved the knife tirelessly, the muscles in his arms were tense, and the green tendons were agitated on it, and the sharp blades repeatedly slashed under his swing, from top to bottom, until the front.

I don't know how many knives I slashed, dozens, or hundreds, until Zhang Yue's hands were numb, the green tendons were broken, and the blood flowed down his arms, dripping on the blades, and was burned into nothingness by the black flames. Zhang Yue finally escaped from the soul world that was eroded by endless resentment.

"It feels good to be grounded." Zhang Yue stepped on the floor and said.

Before his eyes, the faceless ghost had completely gone berserk, wrapped in black resentment, as if it was in a black ocean. Behind her, a broken face changed with a variety of expressions, crying and laughing, but either one was filled with deep resentment.

"Tsk, that's a bit of a problem." Zhang Yue sighed, and the hand holding the knife couldn't help but tighten a little.

The faceless ghost roared, aimlessly destroying everything around it. Her long hair was flying, and the faces on her hair went crazy with her. Fangs gritted the bed, red tongues pierced the air conditioner, everything in the room shattered, turned to powder, and the connection began to shake.

Although there is no discipline in the attack, the Faceling's strength and speed have obviously increased a lot. In such an indiscriminate attack, Zhang Yue not only couldn't deal with it easily, but also felt tremendous pressure.

With the extreme perception of black and white pupils, Zhang Yue could accurately predict the faceless ghost's attack, but that was all. It's hard to find a counterattack from such a dense, fast attack.

"Uhh......h With this force, he rolled backwards several times, and as soon as he hit the wall, he immediately bounced to his feet, dodging several attacks in succession. But this wound still slowed him down, and even if he predicted the attack, it would be useless to dodge without physical strength.

Sting! Zhang Yue fell to the ground, and a bloody hole in her right leg was dripping with blood. Zhang Yue was trying to get up, a face was rushing towards him with its fangs open, he could see it clearly, but it was a little difficult to dodge, the penetrating wound on his right leg had broken his leg bone.

In a hurry, Zhang Yue twisted her body, held the knife tightly in her right hand, used her waist strength and arm strength together, and swung a knife with a burst of wind-breaking sound, black flames were blazing, and the sword light was fluttering in the wind like a flag. After slashing the human face with a knife, Zhang Yue endured the pain, seized this hard-won opportunity, passed through the little gap in the attack net, left all the other indiscriminate attacks behind, and ran to the faceless ghost.

"How long do you want to cling to such ugly resentment? If you can't let it go, let me cut it off for you! Zhang Yue stepped heavily on the ground, jumped up, raised the knife above his head, and Sen Ran's killing intent exploded. In the darkness, his black and white pupils flashed black and white flames, two seemingly distinct flames, but maintaining a wonderful balance with each other.

Zhang Yue's lips opened slightly, and she said in a low voice: "Yin and Yang Liangyi, gossip array, open!" The two fish, black and white, jumped out of Zhang Yue's eyes and wanted to collide together. With a buzz, a circle of ripples rippled in the void. The calm surface of the lake holds a thousand-year-old secret, and this moment is finally revealed.

The yin and yang fish form a two-instrument diagram, slowly rotating, and with each rotation, you can hear the sound of the shackles being opened. Titicaca...... Eight sounds rang out one after another, and eight symbols broke the shackles, broke through the cage, and descended into the world.

"Leave!" Zhang Yue slashed down, and a strange symbol suddenly shot out in front of the blade. The upper and lower yang hexagrams, and the middle yin hexagrams, form the out-of-character hexagram in the eight trigrams. The blade was unstoppable, and without hesitation, it continued to slash downward, smashing the dividing hexagram.

Boom! The hexagram shattered, and countless fragments spread out like sparks, fluttering around Zhang Yue's body. The flames, which were countless times more violent than before, burned from the blade and quickly spread throughout the body, and Zhang Yue instantly became a burning man. Holding a sword of fire, he fell from the sky and fell like a falling star, leaving an indelible light in the dark night.

It was a strange scene, and in such a thick night, this black color was not assimilated, and it still looked bright.

The fire knife was cut down. Slashing at the source of the faceless's resentment, flames erupted from the thin cracks, converging into a pillar of fire nearly a meter in diameter. The Faceling shook its body and let out a terrible howl, the burning and tearing pain making it even more insane.

The resentful aura that filled the room was mobilized by her, and white hands stretched out from it. At the same time, the faceless ghost waved its hair, pulling the faces of those who had already fallen into hell, and rushed towards Zhang Yue without fear of death.

"Shock!" Zhang Yue's wrist flipped, the tip of the knife went down, he held the handle of the knife with both hands, and stabbed it down hard. On the ground, a symbol lights up, two yin lines are on top, and one yang line is below, which is the shock word hexagram in the gossip.

Boom Boom Boom ...... The tip of the knife stabbed the hexagram and let out a roar. At this time, the blade has become a drum and pestle, and the hexagram is the drum face, Zhang Yue stabbed it down, and the gods are beating the drums, and the gods are mighty and powerful, and all evils do not invade.

The invisible sound of thunder resounded through the room one after another, and it also slammed down on the faceless ghost's resentful aura. Zhang Yue put away the knife and stood, the surroundings were clear, and the original heavy resentment aura was all shaken away

The ugly face that the resentment turned into was covered with more cracks, as if it would be broken in the next moment, but it insisted on persevering under Zhang Yue's repeated strong attacks, and the thousand-year-old grudge was too deep and too deep.

The faceless ghost roared, and the faces under her control were the fierce Deadpool. With their mouths open, their fangs bared, they decisively rushed into the rolling thunder, and then in the thunder, a curtain of blood was sprinkled. A few broken faces, through the blood mist, continued their mission.

Zhang Yue sighed: "Alas, why bother? Modest! Zhang Yue's toes lightly touched the ground, and a bright light rose from under his feet, which was a symbol, two yang lines on the top and one yin line on the bottom, which was the Xunzi hexagram in the eight trigrams.

Zhang Yue took one step, fluttering, stepping on the air, like a fallen leaf with the wind. In a blink of an eye, Zhang Yue appeared in front of the faceless ghost, and behind him, those hideous human faces collided together, completely shattering into a blood mist.

"That's it, I'll cut off this grudge for you! Shake! Leave! Zhang Yue stared closely at the face full of cracks. On that face, there were all kinds of expressions, crying or laughing, not really, only the deep resentment in it was clearly visible.

Zhang Yue waved his sword, and the flames burned and leaped with the sound of thunder, turning into a ray of light, black light, cutting through the night and splitting the dawn. Bang! A tight thread broke, and the faceling fell limply to the ground. The face flew upwards, and the thread that had held it to the faceless ghost was dissipating little by little.

Outside the window, white, soft clouds floated in the sky, and a ray of light fell from the clouds. The pale golden morning light was dripping like a golden rain. The human face was dyed with a golden glow, and it let out its last roar in the world, and then slowly dissipated.

Zhang Yue gently lifted the faceless ghost, looked at her face, and smiled stunned: "So you just wore a mask?" ”

The faceling opened her eyes in a daze, and touched her face, the mask that had covered her face for thousands of years had shattered into pieces.