Now, Zhong Yan also understands.

The demon in this [Taixu] ruins is this inn.

I'm afraid that under normal circumstances, this inn will turn all the victims of devouring into puppets, just like the illusory shopkeeper, guiding and tempting others to stay here.

This place may have been a place where the Crane Ming Dao people used to perform evil sacrifices and try to cultivate immortality by the people who obtained the human skin scroll, and over the years, they became such demons.

Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and inside the house was a hellish sight.

On the ground, ceiling, and walls, countless human hands stretched out, and those shriveled, flame-burned arms dragged Zhong Yan and pulled the others.

For a moment, everyone was unsteady on their feet.

Zhong Yan still wanted to maintain his balance, but he saw that the judge's pen in Zhao Wuyang's hand had been taken out at some point, and it was not towards He Xiaoxiao in Ningxiangfang, but towards Zhong Yan.

"I already knew you had ghosts!"

Zhong Yan's mind was racing, he immediately raised the obscurity in his hand and met the enemy with his scabbard, fortunately, Zhong Yan himself had rich combat experience, and he was on guard against Zhao Wuyang, who had been having a strange attitude just now, so after a few moves, Zhao Wuyang did not touch Zhong Yan's body at all.

Seeing this, He Xiaoxiao of Ning Xiang Fang turned around, and around her, illusory silk threads were entangled, forming a spider web-like wall.

The hands that came out of the ground were hooked by the threads, and suddenly they were cut into several pieces like knives, and they fell to the ground.

Ruan Bailu's body burst out with mist, which was the result of countless sword intent body protections.

With a twist of her left wrist, an extremely sharp sword intent went towards He Xiaoxiao, and those illusory silk threads were cut off by a sword, seeing that He Xiaoxiao was about to be cut in two.

Hmmm-

In an instant, a knife light lit up.

The red ghostly sword light blocked Ruan Bailu's sword intent, and a huge metallic clash sound was emitted in the air.

Zhong Yan saw that the short knife in Zhao Wenqian's hand was unsheathed, and the blade was not metal, but seemed to be made of crystal glass, with uneven shapes and blunt edges, but pure red as blood, giving people an extremely ominous feeling.

"Demon Knife Red Stain, you are the Blood Knife Fallen Monk of the Demon Life Sect!"

Ruan Bailu recognized the origin of this knife and immediately understood a lot.

Presumably, Zhao Wenqian encountered something unexpected halfway, and he had been impersonated by this left-hand demon, and he took Zhao Wuyang to contact He Xiaoxiao in advance, which led to the development of such a disobedience before.

Otherwise, why did Zhao Wenqian, who cultivated the "Heavenly Heart Relic Scroll" and mainly focused on boxing, come with a sword?

This bloody knife fallen monk was originally an ordinary warrior monk in Garan Temple, and one day he went out on a mission and found the demon knife, and then he was taken away and possessed, and became a famous big devil in the rivers and lakes.

If he wants to kill Zhao Wenqian, it shouldn't take much strength.

At the same time, the demon knife was stained with blood and devoured blood, and it was used to disguise himself as Zhao Wenqian, and it was not impossible to inspire his token, this disguise was really unexpected.

On the other side, Zhao Wuyang, who was fighting with Zhong Yan, noticed his uncle's actions, was a little surprised, and his movements stopped.

"You...... What about my uncle!? ”

At this moment, he was caught by Zhong Yan, he hit Zhao Wuyang with his scabbard and pushed him away, this person was probably too impacted, and he didn't stand firm for a while, and was captured by those arms.

This guy is estimated to have been used, thinking that his uncle was kind enough to help him seek exercises, but he didn't expect that he was just using him as a pretense.

Zhao Wuyang kept struggling, countless hands were pulling at his body, but Zhong Yan didn't care about his life and death.

Song Yuesheng and Du Ping also unsheathed their swords, and "Zhao Wenqian" and He Xiaoxiao attacked, and for a while, in the huge hall, the sound of metal striking was endless.

The demon knife itself is extremely bloody and murderous, and every swing of the knife gives people a sense of violence and cruelty, just seeing the blade makes people upset, and a wave of killing intent emerges.

And the movements of "Zhao Wenqian" are strange and wonderful, not according to common sense, even Zhong Yan, who has experienced a hundred battles, is difficult to fully grasp his movements.

Coupled with the elusive and strange skills of He Xiaoxiao of the Ning Xiang Fang, it was difficult to distinguish with the three swordsmen.

Of course, Zhong Yan knew very well that Ruan Bailu probably didn't want to get out of the sheath easily, and he was afraid of the two swordsmen of the Taixu Sect, worried that the other party would forcibly change one for the other and kill the historical figures in the secret realm, and everyone would die together, so he restrained a little.

It's just that Zhong Yan felt a little hot, and the night, which was originally slightly cool due to the heavy rain, seemed to have become stuffy with the movements of these corpses.

He looked at the window, and found that the already narrow window had been completely blocked, and the only thing left was the hideous corpse, and the whole inn was like a living thing, wriggling and devouring everyone into his belly.

Zhong Yan saw the fire.

A scorching fire ignited from the walls, and the shriveled and charred corpses were an endless supply of firewood.

The whole inn burned in the pouring rain, like the tower that imprisoned the goddess.

"Miss Ruan, we need to destroy this inn as soon as possible."

Zhong Yan reminded him loudly, and he saw that his clothes were already on fire, and the fire spread down the silk, licking his arm.

Jiao Re also squeezed the power of the people in it, Zhong Yan felt a sense of exhaustion and sleepiness hit him, and the strength of his body was rapidly lost, and only the sword he held could make him feel a little real.

He knew very well that in this secret realm, he could open the sky with one sword, and solve the inn, and when he returned to reality, they still had to face these two evil ways on the outside, and the most useful one at that time was Ruan Bailu, so Zhong Yan should do it himself.

Almost at the same moment, "Zhao Wenqian" and He Xiaoxiao, who thought that Ruan Bailu was going to destroy the inn, attacked Ruan Bailu at the same time, trying to stop her from drawing her sword.

The invisible silk thread twisted and wrapped Ruan Bailu's body, and in the crimson blade, the aura of killing and blood turned into a tsunami, fueling the flames.

Ruan Bailu's sword intent was blocked, and he had to protect himself, and the fire intensified in a flash.

And Song Yuesheng and Du Ping, the two swordsmen were restricted by the small size of this place, it was difficult to perform, and they were trapped by the strange moves, and it was difficult to free up their hands to deal with this strange inn.

"Just let me see how powerful the historical bonus really is."

Zhong Yan secretly thought that his sword intent had climbed and had reached the extreme.

This is the history of Taixu, in the Dali Dynasty, he is not a little son who has just entered Xuguang, but the ancestor of Taixumen who opened the gate of heaven with a sword!

Although from the perspective of future generations, this ancestor is also the level of the condensation period, but the addition of the legend is enough for Zhong Yan to inspire that amazing sword light!

Even if he can't do it himself, he can do it with the addition of history!

Zhong Yan felt the pain of his body being burned by the flames, and all kinds of things came to his mind about the past of the Great Departure Dynasty.

The sword intent climbed, and even a circle of mist formed around it.

He closed his eyes, calm, and the hilt of his sword in his hand.

Suddenly, the whole world was robbed of color.

Zhong Yan's sword was like a black hole, sucking away the swirling fire, the silent thunder, and the dark world.

For a while, whether it was Ruan Bailu, Song Yuesheng and Du Ping, or He Xiaoxiao and "Zhao Wenqian", they were all shocked by this situation, and the fierce fight even stalled for a while.

The darkness of the underworld, this is the obscurity.

In this darkness deeper than the Nine Shadows, a pair of eyes opened.

At the same time, Zhong Yan drew his sword.

The next moment, like the dawn of light, the blazing sunlight penetrated the entire inn, causing all the evil to fall apart, and only in this moment, the clouds disappeared and the rain was clear, and the torrential rain that enveloped the whole world was actually separated by a sword, and the moonlight illuminated the earth, and even clearer, almost as far as noon.

The light of day, this is the light!

Zhong Yan heard a faint cracking sound, and the space seemed to have been slashed out of the crack by his sword.

For a while, whether it was Song Yuesheng, Du Ping, Ruan Bailu, or even the two evil ways on the outside, they all stopped breathing for this sword light, as if they were overwhelmed by it in the next moment.

The pure white world shrouded Zhong Yan.

But at the same time, in the field of vision, the indifferent and cold words outlined by the distortion of the ashes told Zhong Yan the real answer.

[Killed the demons and protected the peace]

[After this trip, Song Yuesheng and Du Ping went to many places for disaster relief, and the two cooperated seamlessly, but the manpower will eventually be poor, and the way of heaven will eventually be determined.

[The two eventually died one after another, and the people of later generations built temples for them to commemorate the two, and offered incense to them, after frequent wars, the temples gradually declined, and many years have passed, and no one knows the experience of the two]

Due to Zhong Yan's sword slashing demon, this ruin was on the verge of collapse and disappeared, and the space would be so shattered.

In a moment, before Zhong Yan came back to his senses, countless colorful darkness enveloped him.

In the midst of the whirlwind, unappetizing inversion, his feet were on the ground again.

The black fog had dissipated, and the crater was empty, except for the corpses of the Celestial Star Guards.

and, the human skin scroll in Zhong Yan's arms.

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