Wei Ye crossed the sword, and there was still a seemingly unreliable smile on his face, and there was a bit of frivolity in his pedantic bearing. However, the magic sword talisman in his hand burned with a scorching red flame, but tonight, whether it was a human or a demon, he had to put away even a trace of negligence.

If you are a human being, this sword has the advantage of breaking gold and jade, breaking armor and breaking bones, if you are a demon, this sword has the power of cutting evil and destroying evil, burning souls and transforming spirits. It's not just that any beast in the mountains has become a monster, there is a dragon vein relics like the Jiang clan in the river, and he was born with the double protection of scales and water resistance, and he can retreat in front of this magic sword.

Unfortunately, these characters who were summoned by Mrs. Diyi to the Mangshan Plains as guards tonight, although their profound demonic power can barely be regarded as first-class demons, but except for a Hanlin Venerable Samara who participates in Buddhism but loves human blood, most of them are real demons who have too much yin qi and have gone all the way.

It happened that all of them were restrained by Wei Ye's Dongyang Sword Zhu attribute.

The fat man in the yellow shirt is the head of the three friends, and his cultivation and knowledge are much higher than his two brothers who can't completely take off their true appearances. At this moment, he was standing on the slider, his expression seemed calm, but his hand holding the copper fish talisman was unconsciously grasped, and his knuckles were slightly white.

The grave also. The cultivation of the three friends of the Kiln is all from the desolate graves and wild tombs. The fat man in the yellow shirt is better in comparison, but he is more accomplished in evil arts such as soul servants and ghosts. And the second child, who was covered with tentacles-like unkempt hair, and the third child, who liked to devour human flesh but only had half a pair of dry bones left, since the original form had not yet metamorphosed, and the yin qi on his body was so rich that he was simply the best target for the person in front of him and the evil sword in his hand.

People live for seventy, which is called ancient, and the fat man in the yellow shirt has already experienced several nails, several ancients, and in such a long time, he has never seen such a cruel sword and such a murderous person. It's as if this sword was born to be the nemesis of demons and ghosts, and it was born to kill inhuman things.

According to rumors, from the rough land of Youyan to the calm and anointed land surrounded by mountains such as Yizhou, some monks have also set up altars everywhere in recent years. If the ghosts and gods of Yizhou did not take the initiative to form alliances with these monks in various ways, and even marry their female dependents to the monks, it would be difficult to maintain the old court. Even so, if you disagree with such a situation, you will face the fate of being expelled or even beheaded. The demons and ghosts in Yizhou have suffered heavy casualties, and how many enviable clans have been wiped out, extinct, and broken.

However, compared to the news cut off, there are only one or two blood-colored rumors that came from afar in the secluded, Yan, Qing, and Xu lands, and this situation is actually less than the above, more than the bottom.

But looking at the burning sword tonight, the fat man in the yellow shirt was slightly shaken in his judgment of the situation.

All kinds of chaotic emotions finally turned into this copper-crowned yellow-shirted demon sighed:

"The world has changed. ”

The way of the world has changed, but the mood must be cleaned up. The yellow-shirted fat man's lotus-like fingers gently pinched the copper fish talisman, and the copper-cast fish was like a dried carp finally getting a liter and a half of life water, and suddenly jumped like a living creature in the palm of the yellow-shirted fat man.

The copper fish moved, and from under the sliding rod ridden by the fat man in the yellow shirt, the black gas suddenly appeared.

Black gas is born from between mountains and rocks, black gas is born from between the earth, black gas is born from the sliding pole that the fat man in the yellow shirt rides, and black gas is born from the four palanquin men who carry the sliding rod and do not look like living people.

At the feet of the sedan chair man standing at the front was an unknown little yellow flower, only slightly larger than a grain of rice, shrunken and trembled slightly as if in fear.

The next moment, this little yellow flower touched this black gas, and in a blink of an eye, it lost all its fresh breath, and turned into a thing that was so rotten that it was impossible to see its original form.

It's so filthy.

Wei Ye's face sank, and the sword trick quickly urged Tao Qianjin, and then the sword blade went to the ground, and the Dongyang Sword wished the mana to be lucky, and slashed to the ground!

The tip of the sword slashed into the ground, suddenly forming a shallow ravine, but there were blazing red tongues of fire in the ravine. The burning flame qi rose with the sword marks, just like a fire curtain, the fire curtain was no more than a foot long, less than a zhang high, but in front of Wei Ye, this foot of land, the yin qi suddenly fell!

The true fire of Dongyang wants to burn the filthy qi, and the filthy qi wants to swallow the true fire of Dongyang, two diametrically opposed forces, two intolerable spells, colliding in one place at the moment, that is-

Burst!

In the crackling sound, Wei Ye didn't care at all and made a lazy donkey roll on the ground, barely avoiding the power of this real fire yin qi to hedge against the explosion, but he heard a sharp howl in his ears that seemed to cry but not cry.

In the sound of howling, a piece of snake-like hair rushed straight towards Wei Ye, the upper wanted to wrap around the neck, the middle wanted to twist the arms, and the lower wanted to wrap the feet, but there was no empty door.

At this time, how can the immortal warlock care about any high-ranking people, without saying a word, his body turns over, and then he makes a lazy dragon roll on the ground again.

The chaotic hair strangulation immortal warlock pounced, and the tongues of the demon-haired strange man in the three friends of the three friends cried in unison again, and the sound was like dozens or hundreds of women who had lost their babies crying in unison, which provoked the strange man to shake his head several times, and also carried a sense of madness that was not ending with Wei Ye. In the howl, the long unkempt hair shot straight out with the shaking head!

However, this time, Wei Ye didn't need to continue to perform his most hated Rolling Ground Hall Kung Fu. A figure stopped in front of him in time, holding a delicately crafted pressure spray can in his hand, and pressed the pressure valve suddenly, and a mist with a bright silver brilliance suddenly sprayed out!

This is a special exorcism holy water specially made by a certain church, with a pure divine aura, and suddenly attached to this demon-haired strange man, those snake-like and smart messy hair was stained by these holy waters, and immediately burned out white smoke. Xiao Gao, who was holding the pressure spray can, looked like he was under too much pressure, and he didn't even dare to turn his head back, but just said in a loud voice: "Dao Chief, Dao Chief, are you okay?"

"It's okay - and, don't call me Taoist, please call me sir!"

Wei Ye wiped the dirt on his face with his sleeve, and patted Xiao Gao's obviously stiff shoulder: "I'll hand over this guy to you first, since you meet an opponent in chess and a good talent, that fat man is obviously the controller of this ghost army, then leave it to me to deal with!"

Before he finished speaking, the immortal warlock held the peach gold, pulled the sword over his shoulder, and the blade of the sword was just a straight line parallel to the ground, and the sword line was speared, and he went straight to the fat man in the yellow shirt who stood high on the sliding rod!