Sometimes it turns into a giant python, sometimes it turns into a tiger or wolf, sometimes it turns into the appearance of a government servant being swallowed by it, sometimes it simply turns back into a swarm of insects, constantly slapping, biting, and crashing against the light wall.
The magic circle was shaken so much that black blood flowed from Daoren Feng's nose.
But he ignored it, and only tried his best to activate his magic power, causing the light wall to gradually tighten, crushing the images created by the demon one by one.
Until it shrinks to a distance of three feet square, which can be cut with one sword.
The four walls of light reflected each other, illuminating the demons squeezed inside.
"Did you see that?"
Feng Chong asked.
"I saw it."
The ranger held on to the handle of his knife. Although his knife had been broken, fortunately he still had many spare ones with him.
During the mindless conversation, the two people's eyes were focused on somewhere in the prison at the same time.
There, deep in the churning insect smoke.
A piece of black gold crystal the size of a finger glowed dimly under the light of the wall.
"That's where the soul of the devil lies."
As Taoren Feng spoke, he threw a talisman towards the ranger.
"Use this talisman, stick it on the blade, and apply blood on the blade to crush the soul and kill the monster. But remember, Pindao's magic power is about to be exhausted, so you must be quick!"
Feng Chong did not ask Zhang Yi: Do you have the courage to go? Or, do you have the ability to hit the target with one strike?
Zhang Yi did not ask Feng Chong: What would happen if he missed?
The ranger just nodded silently, drew his sword, affixed the talisman, wiped blood, grabbed his body, and finally slashed.
But the moment the blade passed through the light wall and cut into the demon.
Its smoke-like body suddenly solidified into an ointment-like fluid, which was dull and dull with a faint metallic sheen.
When the blade enters, it is like the slurry of a ship being stirred into a quagmire. Every inch of progress requires all the strength of the whole body.
Also at this time.
The yellow talisman on the knife suddenly ignited, and the talisman fire actually ignited the blood on the blade. The red flames ignited and boiled the surrounding "oil".
So wherever the blade passes, there is no obstacle.
The long knife roared with flames burning the air, and there was a short and passionate sound of gold and iron clashing.
"Qiang!"
Draw a gorgeous arc of fire.
Later.
The flames are extinguished and the insect smoke is calmed down.
Feng Daoren spoke with hope.
"Has it been cut?"
"It's done."
The ranger looked back with a wry smile.
"But...can't cut it open."
…………
The demon's body suddenly swelled.
The four-image array that Feng Chong had struggled to maintain could no longer hold on and suddenly shattered.
The blast of air immediately blew the two of them away.
The ranger was so close that he was thrown away and hit the wall of the courtyard. Even the blood accumulated in his throat was squeezed out.
for a while.
The severe pain deprived him of control over his body, and he could only slump in the corner. In his dizziness, he could hear the "buzzing" sound of the insect swarm like a huge tide, and the insect smoke incarnated by the demon could not help but surge, as if
Thunderclouds stirred by storm at sea.
Even if you can't hear the words or see the movements, you can still see that the demon is very angry.
The ranger grinned.
Isn't that just right?
It shows that the blow just now was not completely in vain.
Take a few breaths.
He stood up with difficulty holding the knife, but Feng Chong was already standing in front of him unsteadily, smiling miserably.
"Unexpectedly, my emergence will be today."
The ranger's eyes were cold and decisive: "The only option is death."
"otherwise."
Feng Chong shook his head and pointed at Zheng Tong and Xu Zhan at the courtyard gate.
"How can we waste such a good head? Enough people have died tonight. Let Pindao stop this demon for the time being, and Jushi Zhang will lead them both away quickly."
The ranger was silent for a moment after hearing this.
Feng Daoren already thought to himself and said:
"Good and evil confront each other until death."
"This is the ancestral teaching of our master, and it is also the great righteousness of our generation of Taoists."
He said no more, just took out the talisman in his hand, and silently squeezed out the last bit of mana.
The ranger smacked his lips, suddenly dropped the knife in his hand, turned back and ran towards the courtyard door, picked up the two of them one by one, and ran away.
But the demon, who was already enraged, could not allow the prey that almost killed him to escape.
The smoke boils and the insect swarms vibrate.
The demon's body suddenly swelled, and the insect smoke could not help but solidify, rise, and expand. In an instant, it transformed into a majestic cliff that could be a hundred feet high in the courtyard.
Looking at it, it feels like it is blocking out the sky and the sun, which makes people feel overwhelmed by it.
Later.
The earth shattered, the mountains collapsed, and the cliffs collapsed.
You Xiaer silently put Zheng Tong and Xu Zhan down, knowing that they could not escape.
Feng Daoren murmured to himself:
"Feng Chong has been an embarrassment to our ancestors."
He then moved forward with his arms like a chariot.
At this time.
"The wind is coming."
Feng Chong was slightly stunned by the sudden sound behind his ears.
Immediately.
The sharp whistling penetrated into the ears, and a strong wind rose from the ground and rushed straight towards the cliff below.
The two touched each other, causing a loud roar and ear-splitting noise.
The collapsing "mountain" and the soaring wind are wrestling endlessly above everyone's heads.
Taoist Feng was so shocked that he even forgot to take advantage of the opportunity to dodge.
But there was no need to dodge, because after a brief stalemate, the sudden strong wind actually rolled back the cliff where the evil spirit was transformed.
Feng Chong was at a loss for a moment, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a Taoist priest with short hair walking slowly out from behind him.
It was Li Changan who was chasing the ghost-faced man, but the magical horse broke down halfway.
The Taoist priest held his long sword in his hand, walked calmly, and muttered something in his mouth.
Feng Chong also couldn't hear clearly, and only vaguely heard the sentence: "Walking like fire and walking like wind..."
Whose spell is this?
Before he could figure out the reason, Li Changan waved his hand, and the strong wind immediately subsided.
The monster also shrunk its figure and transformed into a giant python that could be ten feet long, just like the snake in ancient books that could swallow an elephant.
It raised its snake head, as if it could block out the stars and the moon; it opened its giant snout, as if it could swallow up the entire yard in one bite. With such terrifying power, it suddenly bit down.
Li Changan only replied with one word.
"Edict."
In an instant.
It was like a tiny flash of lightning.
The seemingly unstoppable giant python collapsed immediately. However, the insect smoke spread all over the sky, revealing the black gold Yuan Shen crystal in its belly, and the black fluid that gathered back.
The Taoist priest had already stepped forward, drew his sword, and stabbed directly.
Feng Chong behind him was agitated, remembering the previous scene of Zhang Yi wielding a knife, and quickly reminded:
"careful……"
The words are not finished yet.
The green sword light was accompanied by a cracking sound.
The sound of the flapping wings of insects that filled my ears just now suddenly stopped, and the squirming insect smoke all over the sky floated down together with the crystal fragments. At the same time, a large amount of light-colored gas precipitated, quickly filling most of the yard.
Li Changan jumped lightly, stepped back, looked around, and said doubtfully:
"What are you careful about?"
Feng Chong: "..."
It took a while before he managed to squeeze out a smile.
"I mean, the demon's corpse emits miasma, which is poisonous. Fellow Daoist Li must be careful."
"oh."
Although the Taoist priest felt that Feng Chong was not telling the truth, these miasmas were indeed troublesome. He could have called strong winds to move them away, but the miasmas were no more harmful and bulky than Shi Huoluo's phantom smoke. If they were blown away randomly, I'm afraid it would be a problem.
It will harm living beings elsewhere.
"Do you have any ideas, fellow Taoist?"
Li Chang'an asked casually, but Feng Chong suddenly became energetic and muttered something, "It turns out that fellow Taoist Li is also unable to do anything, so just leave it to Pindao."
Then, he excitedly dug out a clay pot in the corner of the yard, filled it with a piece of talisman paper, and vomited blood while activating his magic power, just like a long whale sucking water, sucking all the miasma into the pot.
Li Changan felt that this man's joy was inexplicable, but he didn't bother to delve into it. Seeing that the miasma had been swept away, he simply stepped into the prison, or in other words, the ruins of the prison.
After all this trouble, this large building was completely destroyed. Only the surrounding walls were crumbling, and the beams and tiles overhead had collapsed.
As for the government officials who stayed behind, Li Changan only pulled out a few soap clothes covered in pus and blood from the ruins, but the ghost-faced woman... didn't see her plain clothes and red skirt, so she probably escaped.
The ruins were filled with the stench left by the evil spirit. Li Changan could not find any other clues, so he had to return to the yard.
But looking at the chicken feathers here, the Taoist priest couldn't help but be filled with doubts.
As mentioned in the previous article, this monster is called a demon, but it is actually born from the miasma in the mountains, which is not too unusual.
The strange thing is that this kind of monster usually only appears in remote mountains and forests, in inaccessible places. Why would it appear in Xiaoshui, a prosperous place in the world?
Furthermore, although the Taoist priest used wind, fire and thunder, he was wary and used less than one-tenth of it. However, judging from the monster's size, magical power and the miasma that separated after death, it was too easy to kill him.
It's like having a tiger. You approach it with fear, but the tiger is as docile as a kitten.
Weird.
Is it possible that this is also because of the Yellow Book?
The Taoist priest was thinking, when a series of footsteps came from outside the courtyard.
Later, Capt. Xing arrived belatedly with his men.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, before he had time to ask questions, he saw the prison behind the Taoist priest, and he felt as if he had been struck by thunder.
That expression was as if you went downstairs to pick up a courier, only to find when you came home that your friend's foster husky had torn up your child's homework, smashed your wife's perfume, and smashed your figurines.
There was anger in the panic, and there was also a little grievance hidden in the anger.