Teng Yunshen's internal organs churned in the sudden chaotic aura. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info he is not afraid of demons. Before, he was able to send this monster into the world of the past by himself, and now, he is even more sure that he will clean up the half-dead monster.

Still, anxiety tormented him, especially at this moment, when he wasn't in shape. The excessive excitement brought bouts of dizziness with me. He was even starting to hallucinate. For a moment, he thought that the ground under his feet was frozen by the cold, frozen hard, frozen hard. But that's not true, the hardness of the trance is just the delirium of a patient with a high fever. His body was so weak that even the soft pavement under his feet made him feel like he was grinding his feet. He stretched his limbs uneasily, as if he were tearing at a diluted mass of plasticine, and he didn't need any strength.

But he remained confident.

Waving its wet tentacles, the demon clings to the non-existent edge of the Death's Door. Then, with a hard tug, he tore open the narrow crack in the door. He slipped out of the silent realm, silently, like a deep darkness, with images of lightness and heaviness. He was scorched, and the fragrant fragrance flowed in the cold wind, precipitating into a slimy net. The demon spirit landed on this large translucent web. He had lost his face, but he still had a keen senses. The prey's breath swept away the slime that spread in all directions, and blindly, like a spider, he found his prey with a slight trembling.

Teng Yunshen cast a killing shadow and repeated his old tricks. The demon spirit didn't eat a trench and grew wise, he couldn't wait to grab the phantom, and took his own shadow with him, and picked them up together.

In an instant, the demon spirit will dissolve into the invisible air. The shadow erased his form.

The sound came wave after wave.

Things happened so fast that the wizards had not yet regained their composure. The chaotic aura of the demon spirit touched an unforgettable fear deep in their hearts. They couldn't tell the difference between a monster and a monster.

The demon spirit has escaped into the shadows.

Teng Yunshen might be able to easily tear off the shadow of the demon spirit again with his belt and bones, as easily as a snap of his hand, without much effort. But he wasn't going to do it any longer. Having escaped the realm of death, the demon is recovering from the devastation, but his situation is not promising. Bringing down the captain of the law enforcement forces cost him. He was also wounded, and not lightly.

The killer decided to do it quickly.

The poison of the Killing Shadow weakens the spirit's ability to heal itself. This bought him some space. The killer infused the magic of brass into his body and passed through another killing shadow almost at the same time. The Phantom stuck to him.

The rust was like a diseased climbing plant, crawling one by one on the killer's body. But he got the timing right. Before the stoppage, he was able to complete the poem of killing the demon spirit.

The Alloy Body briefly resisted the pain that plagued him. But he didn't just choose brass as a reserve for casting spells, not just for the strength of the alloy. Otherwise, steel is a better choice. Brass has other uses.

What he needed was the sound of a wave.

From far and near, they slapped him, squeezed him. He felt the throbbing and swallowed it into his chattering chest.

Then, he erupted the sound at several times the original volume.

It's just that through the similar timbre, he can't bind the sound to the waves. So, instead of using the magic of brass to imitate the rumbling of the waves, he used the magic of brass to amplify the shouts of wizards.

The killer tugged at the more abstract commonalities between the two.

The sound shook the killer's hearing.

The shouts of the wizards and the rumbling of the waves are very different tones. However, when you look at the surface, there are obvious similarities.

Teng Yunshen was prepared for the surge of sounds, but he was still pushed to the stagger. The noise pierced him like red-hot needles, piercing his fragile nerves. The patient is afraid of dazzling sounds.

The big waves knocked down Teng Yunshen. The raging waves rolled over, washing away the dry texture of the pavement and paving it with a muddy shoal.

The first rhyme and the second rhyme of the poem fall on this world.

The demon spirit stretched out its painful tentacles and wrapped around Teng Yunshen's body, and in a few seconds, when the magic of the brass was unsustainable, he would crumple Teng Yunshen into a ball of waste paper with blurred handwriting.

The story of the killer will have a final ending.

However, in the next second, the waves that rushed onto the beach crushed the shape of the demon spirit to a loose crumble. The wave is followed by another wave. The resurrected monster only had time to gasp for breath before it was ...... Level to the ground.

People associate shadows with traces left by the past. The scattered footprints on the beach are the shadows of people. And the demon spirit took on a shadow and hid its tracks, as if digging a sand pit and hiding itself in it. But he shouldn't have put on the phantom of the killer, which exposes him to the killer's eyelids.

The demon spirit not only picked up the shadow, but also absorbed it, and he became the shadow itself. This is his unique ability, but it has brought him bad luck. And he came from the world of the past, and he was a shadow forgotten by time. Demons turn into sand dunes. The tide went back and forth, breaking his strange silhouette and erasing all traces of him. Teng Yunshen drove the sound of the surge and beat it into a handful of fine sand. This is the brilliance of the last chapter of the poem.

Teng Yunshen bent down. A small ring-like thing rolled to his feet with the spray. He picked up the shiny little thing.

The silver ring refracted a blinding light in the wizard's palm. It is ready to move, like a hummingbird ready to fly, waiting for an unexpected gust of wind to carry it to the sky. However, the wizard's five fingers set up a cage, leaving it with no way to escape.

Teng Yunshen put the ring on the index finger of his right hand, this ring seemed to be specially made for him by a skilled craftsman who lived in the underground palace, and the size was exactly right.

The Ring gradually settled down, no longer buzzing. He felt the magic swirling in the little ring, surging, like a tornado in the sky, stirring all his senses.

Teng Yunshen tore open the phantom that was glued to his body. Killing Shadow healed his injuries once more. The reason why he was in a hurry to destroy the demon spirit was also to recover his state as soon as possible. As a killer, he didn't want to drag a tired body around.

He turned his head to meet everyone's gaze.