Just as night fell, strong winds began to blow in Shijia Town.
The howling wind was like a howling ghost, and even the most sane person could sense something was wrong, so every household closed their doors and windows, and there were no more people on the streets.
"Ta, ta, ta."
Suddenly, with the sound of horse hooves, a figure wearing golden armor and carrying two swords came on horseback. Behind him were two enchantresses also riding horses, and behind them were various strange monsters.
"Xu..."
Fusang Gui reined up his horse in front of the Shi family's mansion, looked at the mansion with a faint golden light, and sneered: "It's just as I expected!"
The cat licked his lips again and said softly: "Sir, the level of this barrier is very high. We are afraid..."
"You don't need to go in for the time being... play the wedding song of hundreds of ghosts." Fuso Ghost King got off his horse and shouted in a deep voice.
"Hi!" Baigui bowed and agreed.
"Woo woo, woo woo..."
In the blink of an eye, an exciting and somewhat eerie tune sounded outside the Shi family's gate. Fusang Ghost turned over his hands and pulled out the two ghost-headed long knives on his back. The golden armor on his body instantly turned into a red robe, and the cloak reached the ground.
Climb the stone steps step by step and come to the door that shines with golden light.
"Chi, chi, chi..."
When his body touched the door, the golden light suddenly blazed, like a fire from the sky, burning his clothes fiercely and sending up wisps of black smoke.
"Ho...ho..."
The Fuso ghost roared in a low voice, ignoring the burns caused by the fire wave, and squeezed into the barrier inch by inch, passed through the vermilion door with a bang, and broke into the courtyard.
"Whoa!"
Xiaohui, holding a red tassel gun stained with black dog blood, stepped out and stabbed the Ghost King in the throat.
Fuso Ghost waved his two knives and chopped off his head. A fierce wind suddenly hit behind his head. He lowered his head violently, and a large knife grazed his scalp.
Ma Shangfeng used up all the power of his sword, and turned his body in a circle. The long-handled golden sword followed suit and continued to slash at the Ghost King's head.
Fuso Ghost's body turned into an afterimage, and he distanced himself from his opponent. As he was running, a flying sword stabbed him diagonally, hitting him in the throat.
"Roar!"
Fuso Ghost opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black mist, and rushed towards the old Taoist priest who came to him in the blink of an eye.
The layman in the thatched cottage pulled out his sword and dodged sideways. The black mist rushed straight to the front of the hall and hit the hall door covered with runes, exploding into a ball of bright fireworks.
Qin Yao was sitting alone at the stone table in the corner, with a pot of wine in front of him and a gun in his hand. He picked up the wine pot and took a deep sip. When he raised his hand, the bullet shot through the air.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
One after another, the spirit-possessed bullets exploded on the Ghost King's body, leaving bullet holes one after another. Strands of Yin Qi continued to fly out from the bullet holes, continuously weakening the power in his body.
"Eight Treasures Mirror Array." The layman in the thatched cottage looked up at the bright moon and shouted loudly.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."
The three masters and disciples all retreated and sat cross-legged in three positions. As the Thatched Cottage layman formed the seals with his hands, lines of formations quickly lit up on the ground, and torrential fire burst out from the lines and burned towards the Ghost King.
The Fuso Ghost roared loudly, put his feet on the ground, and tried to fly up. The Thatched Cottage layman took out a few copper coins from his arms and shot them down with a wave of his hand.
"Moonlight Mirror!" The layman flipped his hands, and two mirrors appeared out of thin air in his hands. The mirrors refracted the light of the lunar sky and continuously bombarded the Fuso Ghost.
Xiao Hui and Ma Shangfeng followed suit. They each took out two mirrors, placed them in front of them, made seals with their hands, and recited the scriptures orally. The six mirrors instantly turned into six turrets, blasting blue fire at the Fuso Ghost. color light.
Fuso Ghost was hit by the blue light, swaying from side to side, in agony, and waved his swords wildly, trying to block the power of the moonlight.
"Kill the demon!" The layman shouted, and the mirror in front of him no longer shot out blue light cannons intermittently, but instead shot out two blue light beams, rushing towards the Ghost King.
However, fate seemed to be deliberately playing tricks on them. At this critical moment, a dark cloud suddenly appeared, blocking the moonlight, and six mirrors went silent at the same time.
"The weather is mine, not yours." Fuso Ghost laughed loudly, raised his katana high, black light flew out of the blade, and rushed into the black clouds above at high speed.
"What happened?" The layman in the thatched cottage was shocked and shouted: "Xiao Hui, Shang Feng, don't move, Taoist Master Qin, it's up to you!"
Qin Yao nodded silently, put away his Gauss gun, and stepped into the formation, focusing on guarding against Fusang ghosts and guarding the three figures on the ground.
"Ah!" Fusang Ghost looked up to the sky and roared, and black lightning was pulled by him, falling down like rain and hitting the courtyard.
"Drink!" Qin Yao circulated the Great Yellow Chamber in his body and drove the Arhat Palm, and a huge golden body of Arhat suddenly appeared behind him.
This golden body sits cross-legged in the formation, with its left hand forming a seal and placed on the chest, and its right hand turned outward and raised above the head to protect everyone.
The streaks of black lightning fell on the center of Arhat's palm, creating a dazzling aurora, which made everyone squint their eyes.
"The Great Luo of All Worlds"
"Buddhist magical power, bald donkey!" Fuso Ghost King roared filial piety repeatedly. He raised his head and glanced at the dark clouds in the sky, only to see the dark clouds gradually shifting under the strong wind. He quickly turned around and swung his knife fiercely in the direction of the gate.
It was only then that he finally realized that he had underestimated the enemy. He had to break the barrier and let all the ghosts in, so that he could possibly turn defeat into victory.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The vast thunder gathered together and soon tore through the barrier. Fuso Ghost was so happy that he shouted loudly: "Nekomata, Bone Girl, kill, kill, kill!"
"call!"
Outside the house door, the strong wind swept up the dust and poured it into the courtyard. Two green lights appeared in the ghost king's eyes. He looked through the dust and looked out of the courtyard. He saw nothing in front of him. How could there be any ghost shadow?
Fuso Ghost was furious and roared to the sky: "Nekomata! Bone Girl!"
"Fuck you." Qin Yao blocked all the thunder and lightning, waved his hand in the air, and a Buddhist Arhat fell from the sky, hitting the ghost king hard, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.
"I want you to die." Fusang Ghost stood on the ground with his two swords, jumped up, merged his sword with his own, and slashed at Qin Yao.
"The precious moonlight mirror is now!" The layman in the thatched cottage raised his head and looked at the sky. He saw that the dark clouds gradually dispersed and the moonlight penetrated the remaining clouds. He immediately raised the precious mirror in his hand.
Xiao Hui and Ma Shangfeng followed closely behind, and six blue light beams hit the Fuso Ghost hard, controlling it in mid-air and continuing to refine it.
"I won't let you go!" Fuso Ghost roared, and suddenly inserted the two knives in his hands into his body. His soul exploded with a bang, and a beam of red light shot straight into the sky, and was gone in the blink of an eye.
Traces.
"Self-destruct and escape???" Qin Yao blinked.
He remembered that in the original work, Fuso Ghost King probably didn't have this skill, right?
"It's a pity, it was just a little bit close." The Thatched Cottage layman put away his precious mirror, shook his head and sighed.
"Master, what should we do now?" Xiaohui asked.
"Chopping the weeds without eradicating the roots will definitely become a serious problem in the future!" said the layman in the thatched cottage, looking up in the direction of Qin Yao: "Taoist Qin, it seems that I will have to delay you for a while longer."