Thunder roared outside the house.

The cold wind poured in through the cracks in the windows, blowing the light veil.

The splendid futon on the bed wraps the graceful torso looming.

Yan Jing clenched the Shuofeng Sword, and behind him was the shouting of Zhao Qianwu fighting many enemies alone.

"Why are you here?"

A charming female voice came from behind the curtain, and Yan Jing couldn't help but be stunned.

Can evil people speak?

Quickly stepped forward to open the curtain, Rao was already mentally prepared, and Yan Jing, who saw the scene between the beds, was still surprised.

I saw a fair-skinned and beautiful girl leaning on the bed and looking at her.

She held a black fan in her hand, her shoulders were half exposed, wrapped in a brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks, and a black and yellow silk robe was scattered behind her.

Yan Jing's gaze moved upward, and finally landed on the butterfly hosta that was diagonally inserted between the tips of the girl's hair.

"I'm here for someone."

Moving forward, Yan Jing replied.

"Who is the guest looking for?"

The girl opened the black fan, hid half of her face, and stared at Yan Jing with a pair of brownish-red eyes, facing the latter, and Lu Wu's golden eyes did not flinch at all.

"Show girl."

Yan Jing glanced around the girl, but didn't notice the slightest abnormality, and couldn't help frowning.

Looking down at the compass, the pointer was clearly aimed at the guy in front of him.

So far, Lu Wujin's spiritual vision has never had a problem, and this "failure" made Yan Jing quickly realize that this girl is by no means simple.

"It's not difficult to see her, as long as the guest officer is willing to pay a small price."

The girl chuckled, her voice clear and graceful, but when it reached Yan Jing's ears, it was a little weird.

"So, at what cost?"

"It's not such a precious thing, your soul only, will you give it?"

Half of her face was hidden behind the fan, and the girl's eyes were bent and she spoke.

"It's not impossible, it's just that I can't take out my soul, I'm afraid you'll have to take it out yourself......"

The moment the words fell, Yan Jing had already disappeared in place.

Inch time!

When he reappeared, the Red Nightmare Gauntlet Armor manifested, and the Glaive Blade was also instantly condensed, and when the head fell, the dark cyan streamer that the Shuofeng Sword turned into circled half a circle, sealing the evil retreat.

In the blink of an eye, the Glaive had already sliced through the demon's shoulder, slashed into his chest, and split the bedding into tatters along with the bed.

Blood splattered out, and Yan Jing struck a successful blow, but there was not the slightest joy on his face.

The girl who fell on the bed still had a smile on her face, and the black fan fell to the side, and the bottom half of her face cracked like broken porcelain.

Seeing this scene, Yan Jing couldn't have imagined that this was not the other party's body at all!

In the next second, Yan Jing only felt an inexplicable wave of irritability and anger rise in his heart.

The figure that should have retreated forcibly stayed where it was, and brandished the Glaive Knife to try to slash the corpse that had been almost cut in two again, his eyes were even more bloodshot, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely hideous, full of resentment.

But at this moment, a cold energy suddenly gushed out from Yan Jing's chest, seeping into his body, and the whole person was thrilled under the influence of this energy, his expression suddenly calmed down, and his eyes also returned to clarity.

After coming to his senses, Yan Jing looked at the girl on the bed again, only to see that it was not a delicate woman at all, but a shriveled and distorted female corpse with hollow facial features.

At this time, Yan Jing finally understood why Lu Wu's golden eyes had failed before, because since he stepped into the room, he had probably fallen into the illusion created by the evil spirit, and everything he saw was also false.

As for the energy gushing out of his chest, if Yan Jing remembered correctly, it should be the place where he stored the Buddha's head.

Only now he didn't have time to look at it again.

Under the gorgeous bedding and black and yellow silk clothes, it seemed to have something under it, constantly rising and falling, and narrow tentacles drilled out between the gaps, reaching Yan Jing's head.

Turning the glaive knife in his hand, the brute tiger qi wrapped around it, and without hesitation, he slashed down towards the futon.

Hiss~唳~

A shrill scream erupted.

The bed burst under the weight, the bedding and silk clothes were overturned, and the Shuofeng Sword shot from the side, shuttling back and forth in it.

There was a thunderclap, and the rain poured outside the house.

The rain slammed against the window frames, and the light in the house dimmed at a visible rate.

But even so, Yan Jing could see through the gap created by the rupture of the futon that was standing upright behind him.

It was a sickly grayish-yellow, bloated mass of flesh, barely humanoid, with a large mouth full of fangs in the center of its shoulders, and it was from this large mouth that the neck protruded, and at the top hung a long, narrow head like a snake.

Its chest was covered with all kinds of human faces, men, women, and children, all of whom were angry, and the female corpse that Yan Jing had killed earlier had regained its full form in its chest and abdomen, swaying back and forth and letting out a rueful laugh.

Two thick giant legs smashed the bed board, and the arms had turned into two huge tentacles, and many narrow tentacles were derived from them!

This evil cult obviously didn't expect Yan Jing to be able to get rid of its mental control, the offensive that was originally bound to succeed failed, and he was slashed in the abdomen, completely enraged, and he was about to strangle Yan Jing when he directly revealed his true body.

It's just that Yan Jing, who has already come to his senses, is also unwilling to give up!

The Glaive Knife spread out, turning into two long knives, directly hitting the two tentacles that the evil beast poked out, and the violent impact force shook a large wave of qi, and the debris scattered all over the ground flew out.

As soon as the two sides began to stalemate, the resentful faces of the evil people everywhere in their chests and abdomen seemed to come to life, and they suddenly dragged the flesh out of their necks, and slammed into all parts of Yan Jing's torso, and the yellowing saliva hung between the fangs of the mouth, making people shudder.

Yan Jing was not interested in experiencing this kind of "hospitality" up close, and the blood robe immediately unfolded and folded the shield.

The window on one side of the room was directly shattered by the rain that gathered, and the water split into several ways, impacting the evil spirit, forcibly slowing down its offensive, taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Jing immediately opened his mouth and shouted outside the door,

"Flare, shake people!"

Previously, it was on the shore of Chengjing Lake, and the water spiritual power was particularly abundant, so Yan Jing was able to suppress Hebo throughout the whole process, and then ended the battle at the bottom of the lake.

Right now, it is in the town, although the existence of the storm can still provide Yan Jing with assistance, but it will undoubtedly require Yan Jing to put in more effort and price if he wants to suppress it like last night.

Yan Jing probably didn't care before the change.

However, the battle with Hebo made him realize that facing evil spirits for a long time, or even close combat, would make his state of intelligence eclipse worse.

In this case, the risk cannot be borne by him alone,

Besides, there is no way to deal with evil spirits without talking about martial virtues, and being side by side is the royal way!

Zhao Qianwu, who was downstairs, heard the sound upstairs, and knew in his heart that Yan Jing had already fought with the evil spirit, so he immediately danced a long stick and forcibly cleared a way in front of him, grabbed the signal flare with one free hand, and went straight to the outside of the building.

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