The cold wind howled, mixed with little bits of rain and snow, and fell on the face like sharp steel needles, making one wonder if God was going to cut off a piece of his flesh.
"The corpse vulture's nest is high on the cliff." A cloud of green smoke fell, and Afu appeared and said.
Cheng Sanwu blinked. With the blessing of Mr. Changqing's spell, he could still see things as normal even in the dark night. Looking hard, he could vaguely see the bird's nests made of tree branches on a rugged cliff.
Some livestock bones were left everywhere below.
"I went to see it just now. The corpse vulture's nest is a deep cave with no guards on the outside." Afu said: "The cave has traces of being dug with magic. The edges are square. It should be a place specially used to raise corpse vultures."
Mr. Changqing pondered: "Monsters like corpse vultures prefer to live in filthy and putrid places. This can nourish the rotten air in the body. It seems that we must be prepared to eliminate the miasma before we can penetrate deep inside."
"So this is where the black smoke on the demon bird comes from?" Cheng Sanwu thought of the big corpse vulture and felt a little nauseous: "Isn't this just the smell of rotten meat?"
"Is it so simple?" Mr. Changqing took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out a few pills, and handed them to the two of them: "This is a poison-preventing pill. Take it now."
"I don't need it." Afu shook his head.
Cheng Sanwu reached out and took it without asking any questions. He swallowed it, took out the leather bag from his waist, and drank a sip of wine for himself.
Mr. Changqing himself also took the pill and continued: "Corpse vultures feed on flesh and blood and souls. When the corpse vulture becomes mature, it can not only spread rotten poison everywhere and cause disaster, but can also gather the souls of the dead and be driven by them."
"Like those wandering Taoist priests who summon imps?" Cheng Sanwu arranged his weapons and tightened his belt.
"How can you praise a scum from the outside world?" Mr. Changqing was very unhappy.
Cheng Sanwu didn't argue: "When you're ready, hurry up and kill all these monster birds!"
The demon's lair is located high on the cliff, but it is not difficult to reach for these three people.
Although Cheng Sanwu doesn't have the advanced Qinggong skill of spider walking on the wall, he can still climb and jump like an ape. But Mr. Changqing twists the magic formula in his hands, lightly lifts the hem of his robe, his body is as light as a giant, and his toes tap lightly on the cliff.
, walked straight up. As for Afu, it was even easier. She turned into a ball of smoke and went straight to the door of the lair.
Cheng Sanwu was the last one to arrive. As soon as he stood firm, he smelled an unbearable rotten stench coming from the cave and quickly covered his mouth and nose.
"What the hell? Your elixir doesn't work!" Cheng Sanwu cursed in a low voice.
Mr. Chang Qing also frowned because of the smoke: "As the name suggests, the poison-preventing pill is used to eliminate poisonous diseases, regardless of the smell."
Cheng Sanwu pulled out his horizontal sword and said with restraint, "Never mind, the demonic birds are probably asleep, so we can catch them all in one fell swoop."
The entrance to the nest hole located high on the cliff here is more than two feet high, and there is no obstacle for ordinary people to enter and exit. Cheng Sanwu took the lead, Afu turned into green smoke and circled for reconnaissance, Mr. Changqing raised his hand and lightly touched the smooth rocks around the hole entrance.
I already have some calculations in my mind.
The three of them gradually went deeper and could feel the dampness and warmth inside the nest. It was unclear whether it was feces or rotting flesh and blood under their feet. There were also dense mushrooms growing in the corners.
Fortunately, Cheng Sanwu was used to seeing fighting scenes, and he got used to it after a while. He stayed steady and tried not to make too much noise. On the contrary, Mr. Changqing's face became even more ugly.
However, the three of them found no trace of corpse vultures along the way. At the end of some forked paths, except for piles of bones of various livestock, there was not a single living creature.
Cheng Sanwu was filled with doubts. He turned back to look at Mr. Changqing, who only pointed at a downward winding passage with a gloomy face, where a faint light came from. Afu walked through the mist and went to investigate first.
situation.
After a while, Afu returned: "It's an altar, and all the corpse vultures are gathered there."
"Altar?" Cheng Sanwu was puzzled.
"There is a corpse vulture that has transformed into a human form." Afu said: "It looks half human and half bird, and the aura around it is unusual. All the corpse vultures seem to obey its orders. Will-o'-wisps are hovering on the altar, and they may be practicing magic."
"It's a good time to get together and cook them all." Cheng Sanwu was a little excited.
"How many pairs of wings does it...have?" Mr. Changqing asked about an unrelated matter.
Afu thought for a moment: "Its arms should be transformed into a pair of wings, and there seems to be another pair on its back, and the feathers on its body have not yet faded."
"Feather Man?" Mr. Changqing pondered for a while, motioned Cheng Sanwu to come forward, took out the twelve yellow bells, and walked around Cheng Sanwu while reciting the mantra silently and shaking the bells.
The bronze bell swayed without making a sound. Cheng Sanwu only felt a subtle force shrouding it. His body became much lighter, as if he could jump five or six feet, and the horizontal knife in his hand was also cast with a cold light.
"I have blessed you with two spells, namely 'Huang Zhongce's Qi Demon-Slaying Magic Sword' and 'White Feathers and Black Feathers Flying into the Sky'. The former can easily injure the evil body, and the latter can help you move and dodge."
Mr. Qing whispered.
Cheng Sanwu was stunned for a moment. He couldn't remember any of the names of the spells, but he understood the effects: "Is there no self-protection spell? I don't want to be bitten to pieces."
Mr. Changqing reluctantly took out the talisman, activated the magic power and ignited it with a look of reluctance, and pointed his sword at Cheng Sanwu.
"This is the Iron Clothes Invincible Technique. You are now covered in iron armor, which is enough to resist the bites of corpse vultures."
Ever since Mr. Changqing learned that Cheng Sanwu defeated Wu Maocai with his bare hands, he understood that the Five Soldiers Killing Technique had shortcomings. This Iron Clothes Bujie Technique was acquired by him following Da Guan's practice, and was combined with the witchcraft blessing spell of the Bing Yin Yang family.
It is not a very authentic Taoist spell. Moreover, there is currently no way to attract the energy of heaven and earth. Drawing such a spell alone requires a lot of mana. Mr. Changqing only has two in hand, and he originally wanted to keep them for himself.
Just considering that Cheng Sanwu would have to fight the monsters head-on later, I had no choice but to use various spells on him.
Cheng Sanwu received the blessing of the spell and felt that he was full of strength and eager to try: "I will take the lead and attract the group of monster birds. You go around to the side and keep an eye on the lone ones. Don't let them escape."
Mr. Changqing had nothing to say, and that was his original plan.
Cheng Sanwu was seen walking through the passage with excited steps. The faint blue light in front became more and more conspicuous, and incomprehensible chanting sounds could be heard coming from inside.
"Do monsters also chant sutras?"
Cheng Sanwu secretly laughed. When he reached the end of the passage, he saw an empty cave in front of him. Four huge stone pillars supported the rock formations above. In the center was a circular altar. Several hills were piled with snow-white skulls, and some will-o'-the-wisps were lit.
Fluttering and flickering around the pile of skulls.
Outside the altar, a figure stood upright, roughly the figure of a woman, with a pair of black feather wings on its back, folded together, and its open arms were just like Afu said, with thick wing feathers.
The strange sound of chanting prayers came from her mouth.
As for the banshee, there are dozens of calf-sized corpse vultures, arranged in an orderly manner to listen to the banshee's prayers, which seem to be quite pious.
These monsters all had their backs to Cheng Sanwu and did not notice his arrival. Cheng Sanwu had the idea of teasing, quietly picked up a stone and threw it towards the back of the banshee's head.
There was a muffled sound, and the chanting of the banshee paused momentarily. The group of demons turned back one after another, with malicious intent in their eyes.
"Hey, are you holding a Dharma conference here? Why don't you call me?" Cheng Sanwu strolled forward and happened to see that the banshee also had feathers on her face and a bird's beak on her nose and mouth.
Terrifying and terrifying.
I don’t know if the banshee understood. She opened her beak and let out a shrill cry that echoed in the cave. Dozens of corpse vultures also screamed together.
"It's so noisy——!!"
Cheng Sanwu's chest surged with pride, and he shouted angrily, like thunder on the ground, even louder than the screams of the demons. At the same time, he stepped on the ground, cracks appeared on the ground under his feet, and he flew straight towards the demons like a sharp arrow.
With the blessing of "White Feathers and Black Feathers Flying in the Air", Cheng Sanwu felt that he was as light as a feather, and would not be blown around by the strong wind and could easily control his body movement.
He saw Cheng Sanwu spinning in the air, his horizontal sword whirling like a dragon's wind, the sword flashing wildly, and he crashed into the group of corpse vultures, exploding into a cloud of blood and broken feathers.
The leading banshee did not expect the arrival to be so ferocious. She opened her arms and wings, flapped her wings, and a gust of wind whistled out.
Cheng Sanwu froze for a moment, the blade of the blade was still seven or eight feet away from the banshee, and then he was slapped away by her and retreated.
"Kill!" At this time, the banshee spoke human words and gave orders, and the other corpse vultures also flapped their wings and took off. They took advantage of the dark wind to attack Cheng Sanwu's group.
"How can it be so easy?!"
Cheng Sanwu landed on the ground and held his body down, ignoring the cold wind that touched his hair and skin, causing thin frost to form on his skin. He moved left and right, slashing rapidly with his sword, relying on the protection of his iron clothes and letting the iron beak and steel claws of the corpse vulture add to his body.
Fight with them.
Since the Hengdao was also blessed by magic, the Taoist demon-slaying mystical skill was coupled with Cheng Sanwu's tyrannical internal energy, the blade passed like an autumn wind sweeping down fallen leaves. The group of corpse vultures were killed and wounded one after another, and they seemed to be no more powerful than chickens.
Cheng Sanwu was so excited about killing that he even took the opportunity to grab a corpse vulture by the neck and used it as a blunt instrument to smash it around. For a while, blood flowed freely and rotten poison filled the air.
Seeing that the descendants were being killed and wounded one after another, the leading banshee screamed, waved her hand and waved a little will-o'-the-wisp on the altar, turning it into a raging wave of fire.
Cheng Sanwu instinctively sensed the crisis, jumped out of the crowd of monsters, and escaped the dangerous blow.
The blue fire wave did not hit his face with scorching heat. Instead, it was like the sinister wind just now, with a bone-chilling chill. Cheng Sanwu expected that if he was hit by the ghost fire, even if he had protective spells, he would be frozen to the point where his muscles and bones would become stiff and his breath would be frozen.
Not to continue.
Seeing Cheng Sanwu escape from the will-o'-the-wisp fire, the banshee simply left the distance to get closer. She flapped her wings on her back, transformed into a swift black shadow, and instantly threw herself in front of Cheng Sanwu.
"So fast!"
Cheng Sanwu was suddenly startled when he saw the banshee raised her arms and stretched out her hands. Her nails suddenly became longer and sharper, as if a sharp sword was coming straight to her heart, clearly intending to take out her heart, liver and internal organs in one fell swoop.
Cheng Sanwu didn't dare to bet on whether the protective spell could withstand it. Fortunately, his thoughts came at the same time. Before he thought about it, the horizontal knife was inserted into the gap between the succubus's claws, and then he twisted his strength to twist her fingers.
broken.
However, the banshee reacted very quickly, fluttering her wings and flying upside down. At the same time, she blew the majestic wind towards Cheng Sanwu, widening the distance between them.
"Good monster, come again!" Cheng Sanwu enjoyed the fighting very much. He advanced and attacked fiercely, the sword gleaming continuously, like unfolding a piece of silver silk.
The banshee's claws were as sharp as blades, and she parried again and again, sparks bursting out from the fight between the two. Seeing that Cheng Sanwu was fierce and difficult to deal with, she fluttered her wings and retreated again, returning to the edge of the altar, intending to trigger the will-o'-the-wisp to cast a spell.
At this moment, Afu appeared behind the banshee like a ghost. The horse-headed dagger shot out of the wind, landed heavily on the back of the banshee, and cut off one of its wings.
The banshee was hurt and screamed, turning around wildly and waving her claws, but how could she catch the hag who had escaped in the mist?
Afu rarely shows his true strength. This is just a one-shot that is hard to guard against. I don’t know how many masters have suffered because of it.
Cheng Sanwu, who witnessed this situation, didn't think much, flew up to the banshee, and attacked and killed her.
At the same time, the corpse vultures who realized that their defeat was certain fled away one after another, and the hidden Mr. Changqing finally took action. He was seen twisting the magic formula in his hand, full of vitality, internal fire igniting externally, and the yellow talisman between his fingers soared in flames.
With a loud shout, Mr. Changqing raised his arms and flew the talisman. The yellow talisman instantly turned into a ball of fire the size of a castanopsis. With the terrifying heat of molten gold and iron, it flew into the group of corpse vultures and exploded!
Daomen Lihuo is not only used to burn alchemy elixirs, but can also restrain all kinds of demons and monsters. These corpse vultures escaped from Cheng Sanwu's demon-slaying blade, but could not escape Mr. Changqing's evil-burning fire. In an instant, their flesh and blood were scorched and their bodies were shattered into pieces.
Shocked to see that all her heirs were dead and injured, the banshee was filled with grief and hatred. The sharp claws that were broken in many places forced Cheng Sanwu to open, and then she let out a shrill scream, and the sound wave spread out, shaking the cave slightly, and the stone chips on the top peeled off.
.
"court death!"
Cheng Sanwu faced the scream, but he looked completely unfazed. He instinctively sensed the banshee's intention to die, and immediately threw a horizontal knife with both arms, hitting the banshee in the chest.
As soon as the banshee screamed, Cheng Sanwu stepped forward and pressed the hilt of the knife, pushing it in deeply, penetrating the banshee's torso, and nailing her to the edge of the altar.
"I told you to scream!" Cheng Sanwu shouted angrily and punched the banshee's ferocious face.
After more than a dozen punches, the banshee was beaten beyond recognition, she collapsed and even had cracks on the stone slab behind her head.
"You..." The banshee has a strong body. If it were an ordinary person, his head would have been smashed into a pile of broken bones and rotten flesh at this moment.
"Are you going to say your last words?" Cheng Sanwu stood up, stepped on the body of the banshee, and slowly pulled out the horizontal knife.
"You...have the smell of my husband." The banshee's voice was like a silk thread, and every inch of the sword she pulled out brought her great pain.
"Your husband?" Cheng Sanwu understood immediately and laughed out loud: "Is that big corpse vulture your husband? Monsters also have couples?"
The battle in the cave had ended. Afu and Mr. Changqing approached without saying a word.
"Master... will not forgive you." The banshee said with difficulty.
"I don't care who he is, he will still die!" Cheng Sanwu stopped talking nonsense and simply beheaded the banshee.
Cheng Sanwu breathed a sigh of relief, drew blood and put away the knife, and looked around: "It seems that they are all wiped out? The spell is still easy to use, and it was done in a few strokes."
Mr. Changqing and Afu both stared at the corpse of the banshee, showing doubts at the same time.
"What? Is there anything good to see?" Cheng Sanwu asked.
"She has not transformed back into her original form." Mr. Changqing looked solemnly, staring at the motionless body of the banshee, and said, "This is her original form."