At the foot of the mountain, there are many weirdos outside the thick fog.

Men, women, old and young have different shapes, but what they have in common is that they all look evil or demonic, and nothing is normal.

When the dense fog is occasionally blown by the mountain wind and I look up for a brief moment, I can see an exquisite and luxurious building. In an instant, it is covered by the dense fog. People from all walks of life are pointing at the dense fog, as if they want to discover the secrets of the fog.

The mysterious mountain fog and the pavilions that appeared out of nowhere.

It stands to reason that the level of the formation can be seen from the details of the fog, but many demons and monsters cannot see any traces of the formation. It looks like it was formed naturally, which is simply incredible.

At the top of the mountain, in the shop on the first floor.

Moubai enthusiastically helped pack the fixed knife and gave it a two-foot-long string.

The fat-headed cat stood on the threshold with its front paws, as if it wanted to stand up and look at the evil spirits at the bottom of the mountain.

Bai Yujun happily ran to the gunpowder weapon counter.

I took out an antique pistol that was on display. The handle of the precious wood had just the right curvature, and of course it was engraving and decorated. It originally used a flintlock bolt, but I thought it was unreliable, so I changed it to a flash cap trigger.

It's troublesome to load, so I can only use it as an exhibit.

"Lord Qianhu, your enemies are waiting for you at the foot of the mountain."

He was busy while talking, pouring gunpowder into the barrel and compacting it with the ejector rod, and then filling it with projectiles. His little hands were very skillful.

It was rare for Ge Qianhu to feel embarrassed and guilty.

"Sorry, it was Ge who caused trouble for the shop owner. Let me handle the matter at the foot of the mountain."

Unexpectedly, Bai Bai was stunned when he heard the words. His hands that compacted the projectiles stopped, and he looked at Ge Qianhu seriously.

"Don't get me wrong, even if the devil comes, the store can't be damaged. In fact, the busier it is, the better. I can take this opportunity to advertise and attract more business."

"..."

Ge Qianhu was speechless.

She was framed and attracted countless demons to chase her. In the eyes of the mysterious shop owner, her business was not as good as hers...

When he wanted to say something, the shopkeeper had already jumped out of the door, with the tiger-headed cat running in front.

Moubai waved his hand to clear away the fog, and stood on the steps in front of the building, imagining the prosperous business in the future. His bright red skirt was particularly eye-catching, his fan was inserted into his back collar, and he was tossing a musket up and down with his little hands.

As soon as Ge Qianhu crossed the threshold, he saw the fat tiger-headed cat transform into a giant beast with a roar.

"..."

The big demon has a very strong demonic aura. The power of the beast king is so overwhelming that I can't help but feel fear. I secretly think that this beast is definitely the demon king in the wild!

Bai Yujun skillfully climbed onto the tiger's back.

There's nothing I can do about it. Even though I'm standing on the steps, I feel condescending, but I always lose a bit of momentum.

The dense fog dispersed to both sides, revealing the winding stone steps in the mountain forest. Groups of evil demons and ghosts swarmed up the mountain. Some were floating in the air, jumping on the ground, and swinging back and forth on ancient trees and boulders. It was truly a chaotic dance of demons.

Ge Qianhu drew his sword and stood ready, not caring about admiring the magic of the sword, and prepared to fight to the death with many evil demons.

Moubai lowered his head and told Ge Qianhu some precautions.

"Although these guys are your enemies, since they have come to my territory, I have the final say."

The gunpowder gun is rotated twice in the hand, and the fan is inserted into the collar behind the back, which makes the painting style quite strange.

"You can kill a few, but you can't kill them all. You can just watch from the side. Our store will ensure that you are safe and sound within the store. You were a customer in the store before you left the thick fog. If something happens, my store will still be there.

How to drive on?"

He waved his hand to block what Ge Qianhu wanted to say.

"It's just a few evil spirits, don't take it seriously."

Ge Qianhu didn't know what to say after hearing this, so he simply sheathed his sword and stood aside silently.

Ge Qianhu was silent here, and a certain evil cultivator who had just gone up the mountain also heard those few words. The gray and twisted ghost energy flying under his feet was like stepping on dozens of screaming and wailing human faces.

His complexion was blue and his eyes were red. Perhaps he practiced evil magic, which led to confused thinking and bad temper. He heard the ridicule and cast a spell on the spot without saying a word.

Ge Qianhu next to him was shocked when he saw the evil cultivator.

"Be careful! He..."

As before, the situation changed before the words were finished.

With a bang, the evil cultivator's head exploded, like an egg that had been exposed to the scorching sun for 7,749 days in the dog days of summer. It exploded into a smelly and foul-smelling blood mist, and his soul was shattered on the spot.

A certain Bai blinked his eyes, and the unlucky evil cultivator resorted to the Soul Capturing Technique when he saw it. Using this technique, he could pull out the soul of a living creature and devour it to improve his cultivation.

Obviously, since none of the great masters from ancient times had the idea of ​​forcibly grabbing the dragon soul, it means that it is simply not feasible.

Fat Tiger glanced at the headless body that fell to the ground, and shook his head with a disappointed expression. He was too thin, and the few kilograms of meat were all bones.

Perhaps the death of the ghost cultivator who was good at trapping souls served as a warning. The evil monsters who followed the climb gathered together and curiously glanced at the mysterious pavilion and the little girl riding the giant tiger, and by the way divided the assets of the headless corpse.

The building is very high, and you can hear the mountain breeze blowing through the eaves. The blue sky, white clouds, and warm sunlight make the building more graceful.

A little girl in a red dress, sandalwood slippers, a fan in the back collar...

The strange thing is that the giant tiger is quite powerful and the ferocious demon has some rare righteousness. If you look closely, it has the blessing of divinity...

The fat tiger raised his head high, and his breathing sounded like thunder.

Bai Yujun rolled his eyes, and Fat Tiger's big head blocked him.

Pat the tiger on the back to indicate turning sideways.

Who would have thought that Fat Tiger would misunderstand, thinking that he was letting himself show off, so he took a deep breath and roared up the hill.

Roar~!

It was deafening, like a strong wind blowing in front of you, making you unsteady. Groups of low-level evil cultivators and ghosts retreated continuously. Even the gray evil energy they gathered was blown away by the wind, almost allowing the evil spirits to feel the sunlight, and the lingering momentum remained undiminished.

It spread to a radius of dozens of miles, causing all the animals in the mountains to tremble.

The evil demon cultivators headed by them were furious one after another, while some evil spirits were low-key and cautious.

A man in black robes whose face was burned by flames took a step forward.

"How dare evil animals be so rampant!"

While scolding Fat Tiger, he didn't forget to glance sideways at the monsters next to him, causing several monsters to glare at him angrily.

After realizing it, Fat Tiger moved twice, turning slightly sideways to facilitate his lord's instruction, and turned a blind eye to the clamor at the bottom of the steps.

The evil cultivators, demons and monsters were noisy.

Bai Yujun sat sideways, ready to start his promotional speech.

"Quiet."

The menacing demons were still saying their own things, making harsh remarks and making endless noises.

Roll your eyes.

"Quiet now!"

It didn't have any effect, it was still noisy.

Bai Yujun directly raised the antique gunpowder gun in his hand, cocked the hammer, and pointed it at the demon to choose the target.

Gently pull the copper trigger with your finger.

The scene slows down and you can see the hammer hitting the flash cap, a slight spark and smoke leaking out, the gunpowder compacted in the gun chamber being ignited and pushing the projectile out of the barrel quickly...

boom!

The antique gunpowder gun emitted a stream of fireworks, and the low-key evil cultivator in the opposite corner fell to the ground as if he had been hit hard.

All the evil monsters turned their heads one after another, looking at the evil cultivator who fell to the ground and was twitching, and then at the mysterious girl at the top of the steps.

Gunpowder and special projectiles that combine weapon refining with technology are very effective.

It is very powerful, and even ordinary people can easily kill ordinary evil spirits with it. The disadvantage is that it is time-consuming to load. Bai Yujun doesn't care about the disadvantages. It is originally used as an exhibit and a toy.

The little hands waved away the smoke.

It's finally quiet. If there's more trouble later, I'll kill a few more and leave a few alive.

The evil cultivator who was shot and on the verge of death struggled and trembled and raised his head.

"Why... why did you harm me..."

There were many evil monsters shouting at the scene, but he hid aside and did not speak, so he was beaten inexplicably.

He didn't understand why this was happening, it was completely unreasonable.

Bai Yujun looked at Xie Xiu with disgust in his eyes. His face was delicate but pale, and there were fine stitches behind his ears and chin. Not only that, his hands, feet, and even the skin on his chest were all sewn together.

Everyone's skin color is different, it's a skin-stitching evil spirit.

This kind of evil magic is very cruel and vicious. They are skinned alive to keep them fresh, and they need to be replaced with new skins from time to time.

Especially when he looked at himself before, he dared to show greed, as if he was appreciating a work of art.

An evil spirit with such a morbid mentality cannot survive, let alone in the face of a real dragon. The evil spirit that commits more serious crimes will die faster. This is all fate.

Bai Yujun put away his musket and held the fan inserted in the back of his neck in his hand.

"Long-worded, die quickly."
Chapter completed!