When the flying sword touches the green demonic mist with the single horn blooming above the Green Horned Ghost King's head, it's like being stuck in a quagmire, with little growth stagnant.
The green-horned ghost king roared wildly and used all his strength to activate the protective demonic mist to resist the flying sword, and his movements were greatly slowed down.
Although Liang Mengxia is only a beginner swordsman, how powerful is a flying sword? The Green Horned Ghost King cannot resist the flying sword at all unless he activates the protective demonic mist with all his strength. As long as he is touched by the flying sword, he will be cut in two.
Liang Mengxia was full of energy, and with a flying sword like lightning and mist, she stopped the evil spirit.
Yuechi took the opportunity to shoot frequently, and each shot could take away a piece of flesh and blood. Unfortunately, the body of this evil ghost was too huge. The blood hole as big as a fist would be fatal to ordinary people, but it would only do limited damage to ghosts six or seven meters high.
.The green-horned ghost king has dozens of blood holes all over his body, but he is still roaring like thunder without any signs of fatigue.
Mother and daughter Gan Lingyao and Gu Xixi also showed their abilities to contain the Green Horned Ghost King.
However, Yan Xi did not take action and secretly thought: "According to the storyline, Yuechi and I killed the man-eating evil ghost and won the favor of the unknown swordsman."
"The Green-Horned Ghost King is so terrifyingly powerful, so ridiculously powerful."
"There must be something wrong somewhere."
After all, Yan Xi is also a writer of online articles, and he habitually finds flaws in his story lines. Today's online article readers are not easy to fool, and they will be singled out if there is a slight lag in logic.
While his master was entangled with the Green Horned Ghost King, he rushed towards the temple of the small temple. He looked up and saw the sculptures in the temple, and thought to himself: "According to many novels, this kind of evil ghost is most afraid of breaking the clay body, whether it is true or not.
, whether there are jujubes or not, let’s take a shot.”
He was afraid that there might be some trap in the temple, so he didn't dare to take the risk himself. He picked up a blue brick and threw it from a distance, hitting the ghost king's clay sculpture in the forehead, and immediately knocked half of the clay tire's head off.
Yan Xi succeeded here, and the green-horned ghost king who was fighting fiercely with Liang Mengxia, the green demonic mist emitted by the horn above his head suddenly thinned by three points, screamed strangely, and fled into the hall.
Yan Xi would not stand up to the Green Horned Ghost King, so he spread out his body skills and hurriedly hid, allowing the Green Horned Ghost King to break into the hall, jump onto the altar, and become one with the mud tire.
The green-horned ghost king merged with the clay body, and the green demonic mist filled the air and enveloped the entire hall. Liang Mengxia used his flying sword several times to kill the ghost king, but was blocked by the greatly increased power of the green mist.
Yan Xi shouted: "Phoenix, go outside the temple and use rockets to blast the clay sculptures for worship."
Li Shu also saw that the idol was the weak point of the Green-Horned Ghost King, so she pulled her mother away from the small temple and set up a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher outside the temple.
Yan Xi also dragged Liang Mengxia out of the small temple.
Both Yuechi and Gu Xixi had seen the power of firearms and escaped together.
Seeing everyone coming out, Li Shu pressed the trigger, and a burst of flame shot into the main hall of the small temple.
Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the temple protected by the green demonic mist remained motionless even though countless bricks and tiles fell.
The cyan demonic mist can withstand flying swords and is very powerful against modern weapons.
Yan Xi suddenly realized it, slapped his thigh, and shouted: "We should lead the green-horned ghost king out. Without him inside, even ordinary people can destroy the statue."
At this moment, he had already figured it out.
In the original storyline, he and Yuechi thought they would die. Instead of being so hesitant and worrying about gains and losses, they must have made a desperate move and bravely broke into the hall dedicated to the clay tire and destroyed the statue of the Green Horned Ghost King.
Without the clay-embodied statue, the green-horned ghost king's magic power would have been greatly reduced, so he was able to slay the demons.
But Yan Xi now had Liang Mengxia as his backer and Li Shu providing firepower. When facing the temple, he hesitated and did not dare to break in and smash the statue. He only threw a blue brick.
Yan Xi regretted it endlessly and thought to himself: "If I had known, if I had been bolder just now, rushed in and smashed the clay statue with one punch, the Green Horned Ghost King would have been finished long ago."
Liang Mengxia put away the flying sword, adjusted her breath for a moment, and said: "Such obscene sacrifices harm the people. If they can be eradicated, it will be of indescribable benefit to spiritual practice."
"If you step into the door of swordsman, don't miss it easily if you encounter such a lewd priest in the future."
Yan Xi was very curious and asked: "Master, is there still such a saying?"
Liang Mengxia nodded and replied: "I met a senior swordsman in Wuxing Mountain. He saw that I was practicing diligently and told me many secrets of practice. If not for this, I would not have known about this matter."
Liang Mengxia only acquired one sword art, and lacked the basic Qi refining method. After entering the first level of swordsmanship, he could not make any progress. He practiced hard in the Japanese style and made little progress.
Therefore, I tried my best to find out how to help my spiritual practice.
Otherwise, Liang Mengxia would not be guarding the old dragon's head and trying to kill the dragon. He not only wanted to get the essence water drops, but also wanted to go to Juyu Mountain to collect herbs, and he also wanted to help his spiritual practice.
The senior swordsman at that time was not clear about it, and Liang Mengxia did not know how killing evil spirits would help his cultivation. After killing the ox dragon, he did not feel that his cultivation level was loosened.
But he had been at the primary level of swordsman for many years, and even if there was a glimmer of hope, he would not miss it, so he was very enthusiastic about killing this evil spirit.
Yan Xi thought for a while and said: "Master! I have a way, but I still need your cooperation."
Liang Mengxia happily agreed and said, "As long as I can kill this harmful evil spirit, I will listen to you as a teacher."
Yan Xi picked up a branch, wrote dozens of lines on the ground, and said: "Master, if you repeat these curse words at the small temple dozens of times, the evil spirit will definitely be unable to bear it and want to rush out."
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"Disciple, hide aside this time, wait until it can't hold it anymore and rush out, then go in and smash the statue."
Liang Mengxia only glanced at it, then her face turned red and she shouted: "How can there be such words in the world that are so inspiring?"
Yan Xi thought to himself: "They are all online things that mess with people's mentality. They are familiar with the process. They are usually posted by robots, and there is no technical content."
Li Shu glanced at it and said to Yan Xi in a low voice: "This is a cyberbullying!"
Yan Xi replied: "If you don't use the Internet, it is not considered cyber violence."
Li Shu whispered again: "If you were outside, the person being sprayed would definitely jump out of the screen and hit you."
Yan Xi smiled and replied: "I am about to ask the Green Horned Ghost King to jump out of his temple and beat...teacher."
"I can't do that. The Green Horned Ghost King might be killed with one punch."
Li Shu was amazed and said: "We are the same people, I can't think of this method. What do you usually do? Can you think of such a tricky angle?"
Yan Xi blushed slightly, embarrassed to say that he was a promiscuous internet writer.
Say loudly to a girl, I am a eunuch...
Or, when you tell me about your novel, a girl says: I know, you are the famous eunuch...
I can't talk anymore today.
And I won’t be able to continue talking about it in the future.