November 7, 72nd A.D.

This day is destined to be the dark day of the Underworld Continent.

On the day of the requiem festival, evil spirits reappeared in the world, mutilating living beings, mourning all over the wilderness, and countless deaths and injuries.

Middle-earth, a vast empire, a place that blends into the world but is not worldly, where the cultivator is supremely yearned for and respected, he speaks, the world listens, he coughs, and the heavens and the earth catch a cold.

The ancient buildings still shine today, and the unique charm of the years makes people trace the past history and marvel at the humanities and arts that integrate nature and architecture. When people quietly gaze at this building that brings together countless wisdom of their predecessors, they can always be in awe, to people, to things, and to a speck of dust.

The beautiful curtain of light is like a giant bowl, upside down on the complex, so dazzling on the dim earth. The evil spirits flickered, one after the other, rushing towards the light curtain.

The light curtain seems to burst like a bubble at the touch of a button, but when the evil spirit comes into contact with it, it is like a firecracker that explodes, turning into countless shining fires and floating down, and finally as invisible as dust.

A group of white-clothed scholars looked at the heavenly maiden scattered like light outside the aperture, and held the books in their hands tightly, the evil spirit appeared in the world, even if the academy was big, it could not accommodate a quiet desk.

And the extreme with the white-clothed scholar is that the man in black standing on the edge of the cliff is below the academy admired by tens of thousands of people. An evil spirit was overjoyed to discover that there was a fish beyond the light curtain, and screamed and lunged at him.

Although evil spirits have lost their good nature, they still have wisdom and still retain many of the feelings of their previous lives.

When it finally approached the man, it was horrified to find an emotion that had never existed before, a memory called "fear".

This memory has caused it to lose all power, drowning in its hatred of humanity and wanting nothing more than to flee quickly.

And yet it could only struggle, twist, and stiffen in the air.

The man in black leaped forward, like a blackbird passing through its body, and fell rapidly towards the light curtain below.

Behind him, evil spirits bloomed like fireworks.

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At the southern end, seven snow-capped peaks rise into the sky, the ice here is harder than stone, and the cold here is destined to last forever, with only one season of the year, and the four seasons are like winter.

Heavy snow swept through the world, and the sound of snow whistling seemed to be the only sound here. Between the majestic white snow, mixed with fluttering white shadows, the miserable scream was drowned by the heavy snow.

"Lingxiao Sword Formation!"

On the snow peak, a large array formed by the condensation of seventy-seven forty-nine people appeared and took shape, forty-nine long swords broke through the flying snow and went straight to the sky, and a six-petaled snowflake floated by, which happened to be cut in half by the tip of the sword.

The speed of the flying sword, a vacuum was formed outside the sword body, and from a distance, forty-nine long swords were combined into one, as if the ancient gods were holding it, and they rose into the air. When it reaches a certain height, it will dissolve into thousands of thousands and destroy all the evil spirits hidden in the snow.

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Beyond the dense forest, an extremely open area, crowded with dense dots, up close is actually prostrate on the ground, there are tens of thousands, they tremble, their mouths are chanting, and they bow down reverently around the stone platform.

In the middle of the crowd, hundreds of black-robed wizards sat in a circle around the high platform, their hands raised to the sky, shaking their bodies and chanting obscure ancient incantations in fascination.

On the high platform, there stood a priest in a red robe, wearing a mask under the cloak, like a killing god with a jaw-dropping and angry gaze, extremely mysterious and weird. Under his chanting, the surging evil spirits turned into a trace of flying sand and drifted away with the wind.

"High Priest!"

"High Priest!"

The prostrate crowd chanted, growing more and more reverent.

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The kingdom of the Shire. Golden City.

Yun Feng saw the appearance of the evil spirit for the first time - basically no different from a human form, like a fluttering white paper, hands like the claws of a beast, no eyeballs, eyes, nose and mouth are just empty black holes, only making people feel cold and desperate.

For a moment, the clouds and wind were in a trance, just because this scene seemed familiar.

When he was attacked three years ago, the dream scene was so similar, the piles of bones, the eerie waving hands, everything was too real to seem to be not a dream, but exactly what happened before his eyes.

Chen Ming's sword severed the connection point between Yunfeng Dream and reality.

Before the evil spirit even had time to wail, it had been cut in half, turned into a wisp of black smoke and melted into the darkness, and in a moment it re-condensed into shape, like a beach of water, like paste, with a sticky quality, connected and endless.

Chen Ming was naturally unwilling, took three steps forward, and instantly swung out hundreds of swords, and the swords intertwined a web of light in the darkness, slashing the evil spirit into pieces again.

"Fuck!" Putting away the sword and turning around, Chen Ming and Yunfeng were back to back, and at this time, the remains of the evil spirit that he cut down to the ground were like magnets, and after a while, they were glued back together, and Chen Ming couldn't help but scold.

The screams continued, heartbreaking, and the terrifying atmosphere gradually shattered people's sanity, and no one dared to guarantee that the next person who was bloodthirsty and dismembered by evil spirits would not be himself.

Some people sit on the ground with their heads laughing loudly, some people face the air in a daze with their eyes bulging out and do not run away, some look at the corpses of their loved ones and roar frantically at evil spirits, and some people have wet lower bodies and emit a foul smell.

"Help me......" A middle-aged man crawled in the direction of Yunfeng to call for help, and the evil spirit had chased after him, and the dying human with infinite fear seemed to make them more pleasant.

Killing, it's their instinct. And human fear is the catalyst for their killing.

Before Yuan Yuan could stop it, the cloud wind had already rushed out, facing the evil spirit, he was also afraid, but if he didn't save him when he saw death, what was the difference between it and the evil spirit. It is better to live in an indifferent and unforgiving world than to be invaded by evil spirits.

Holding the middle-aged man's hand, Yun Feng quickly pulled it in front of him and returned to the previous place. However, what made Yun Feng sad and angry was that in the process of pulling back, the man's body had been torn off by the evil spirit, and his intestines were mixed with internal organs and fell to the ground, and some of them were still hanging on his body. The man did not die immediately, looking at the clouds and wind's eyes eager to survive.

These eyes are also familiar. A pair of thousands of eyes.

The evil spirit chased after him, and the one that Chen Ming had cut off before, rushed towards Yunfeng and the others.

The three of Yunfeng had no way out.

"Close!"

At this time, Shen Jiuli offered a copper kettle from his sleeve, which was different from ordinary teapots, this pot was narrow and long, almost gourd-like, with a handle on all sides, and no spout, which was peculiar and extraordinary.

As the word "receive" spit out from Shen Jiuli's mouth, the two evil spirits turned around and fled as if they had met a nemesis, but they were sucked tightly, and the copper kettle sent out a small hurricane horizontally, instantly collecting it.

This copper kettle is somewhat familiar, and Yun Feng seems to have seen it somewhere.

Although the time was short, the appearance of the copper kettle still attracted the attention of other evil spirits, and suddenly several more changed directions and rushed towards Shen Jiuli.

"Ma Dan, it's really annoying. "The material is the power of the copper kettle, and Shen Jiu Li Xiuwei can't earn too much at the same time, and every operation draws a lot of spiritual power, which is a great burden for him.

"Chen Ming, what are you waiting for?" After receiving two more, Shen Jiuli began to feel a little exhausted.

"It's uncle's, sixth aunt's, seventh aunt. Chen Ming didn't care that the evil spirits were no longer creatures and had no relatives, so he greeted their relatives with his own care, and the long sword in his hand was returned to his chest: "Lao Tzu is not powerful, when I am the Yang Committee." ”

A ray of blue light suddenly appeared, like the first ray of light in prehistory. Chen Ming held the sword in his right hand, and the index finger and middle finger of his left hand merged, and slashed against the long sword, and when it was separated from the tip of the sword, a ray of starlight suddenly appeared on the fingertip.

The fingertips tapped the sword blade, soft and smooth, and Chen Ming's gag expression was no longer seen, replaced by a steady and deep one, like a calligrapher.

Indeed, he was writing. Wherever the fingertips crossed, a trace of blue light was left behind, connecting together to form a strange text swimming on the sword body.

As the last word ended, Chen Ming's two fingers crossed again, and all the green characters were immediately incorporated into the sword, and an order was given: "Break it for Lao Tzu!"

The blue light enters the body, and the evil spirit can no longer be glued, and it is shattered in an instant!

Yunfeng's pupils still have cyan strokes. Today was the first time he had seen Chen Ming and Shen Jiuli make a move, although he had imagined the strength of the two, but after really seeing it, Fang Jue was shocked.

The so-called gap, but that's it.

Chen Ming and Shen Jiuli's movements have become the most striking existence in this space, and the evil spirits seem to never be able to kill, but gather more and more, although Chen Ming and the others also have the intention of attracting them and buying time for the people to escape, but when they saw so many evil spirits rushing towards them, they still couldn't help but scold: "His uncle, it's really that the sixth aunt and the seventh aunt are here." ”

The situation became more and more dangerous, but Yun Feng couldn't help anything, and the thought of becoming stronger collided in his heart again.

"Bang!"

Just as several people were besieged and caught in a fierce battle, a tremor suddenly came from the ground......

A crack spread to the feet of several people, and looking along the crack, a monk with a burden on his back stood in the distance. In front of him, a tin rod was sticked.

The tin rod is what the monk walks on. The monk begged for food and felt that he knocked on the door with his fist and appeared to be rushing, so he made a tin rod. The head of the cane is tied with an iron ring, and when it is shaken, it makes a sound, and people will understand. The head and ring are usually forged from copper and iron, often wooden in the middle, and the lower part is made of Tito or horns.

Yun Feng heard another theory of the tin rod from the wild history magazine - it was to suppress the holy relics of the Gate of Hell.

The young monk untied his shackles, sat on the ground, closed his eyes and folded his hands, and slowly chanted a verse that Yunfeng had never heard before. The evil spirits in the vicinity rushed at him, but they didn't shake him for a bit.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier on him, and all the evil spirits that entered here turned into nothingness.

The scriptures spit out are condensed into big golden characters, like holy moonlight, washing away people's hearts from evil.

The golden scriptures are incomparably majestic, filling the space in a constant stream, and all evil things seem to be unable to escape its eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a large golden bell made of scriptures had unfurled from above, and in the face of the bell wall, the evil spirits seemed to have great fear, and retreated, and those who tried to rush out were killed.

"Shhh

A dazzling golden light rushed out of the tin rod and merged into the golden bell, bursting into a scorching light!

The light receded, and the evil spirits in the Admiralty had completely dissipated.

"Amitabha. ”

The monk prayed.