Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 314 Phase Change
"Roar--"

The nine-headed dragon suddenly appeared, and its ferocious appearance flaunted under the half-black and half-white sky. The pitch-black scales reflected the cold light, and its wide wings obscured the sight. With its wild roar, the world was shaken and shattered. .

The sword demon Twelve Haters, who was fighting fiercely with the Buddha sword, swept across the demonic sword in his hand, and pale flames swept in, swallowing all life along the way. dragon side.

The sick sword also flew eight wingless cicadas at the same time, but was still pierced into the shoulder blade by the last one, and quickly retreated with a muffled grunt.

On the other side, weird masks were flying around the saint, some breathed wind, some sprayed water, some spit sand, and the three-member group lost the blessing of extreme emotions and were beaten with black noses and swollen faces. Fortunately, the magic dragon appeared, and the saint immediately It was only after the pursuit stopped that they were relieved.

She fell gracefully under the dragon's wings and knelt on the ground piously, like a princess caught by a dragon in a fairy tale, but everyone knew that she voluntarily committed herself to evil.

The magic dragon lowered its head and let out a shallow snort. The female ghost on the ground suddenly groaned in pain, and then her face was torn off by an invisible force. The pale skin stained with blood and tears flew slowly and gradually hardened in the air. , and finally became a horror mask soaked with vicious hatred, resembling a man and a snake, and came into the hands of the saint.

The saint thanked the dragon again happily, holding a ghost mask, a powerful aura erupted from her body, and she surpassed the sword in one fell swoop, as if she was not inferior to that ferocious sword demon.

"It seems that you are the mastermind behind all of this, but I don't know that there are powerful demons like you in the alien demon world." The dragons confronted each other.

The magic dragon didn't respond immediately, and the nine long necks shook and jingled, and then everyone saw that it was several wingless cicadas being blown away by the hard dragon scales.

Facing the murderer who killed his younger brother's family, Shouluo Anchen couldn't hold back the hatred in his heart, and directly demanded blood for blood, but this top assassination technique against human beings failed for the first time in front of monsters!

Under the eyes of everyone, the dragon's body quickly shrank into a human shape. When he took off his helmet, revealing a very familiar face, and greeted with a very familiar voice, most people were surprised.

"Why pretend to be ignorant, haven't you already suspected me?"

The devil, who looked exactly like the late Penglai Xianke, had a malicious smile on his face, and his sticky tone seemed provocative and flirtatious, and he swayed his lips and tongue several times before uttering the name: "Su Zhenzhen."

"You are lying! You are not Master! I understand, you are the one who stole Master's body!" Yuan'er jumped up excitedly, and was about to attack the demon immediately.

Another bomb detonated in everyone's hearts, shaking people's minds and dizziness.

Yun Mengzhou's body was stolen?
However, those with dexterous minds are even more suspicious. The large and small formations set up on Zuowangya are almost impenetrable. Who can steal the celestial being's body quietly?
Unless that person knows the defensive formation well, or, the seemingly dead person never died at all?
The devil ignored the people with mixed thoughts, and only smiled at Yuan'er: "My dear disciple, but after a few days, you won't recognize me as a teacher? Quickly kowtow and admit your mistake, otherwise the teacher will be angry!"

Yuan'er was so angry that he jumped up, took the hand of the Buddha sword beside him and said loudly: "You devil, how dare you lie in front of my father!"

The devil was playing with the black clarinet in his hand, and he was surprised when he heard this, and said, "Silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about, how can your father be here?"

Are you blind, isn't my father right beside me?
Just as Yuan'er was about to speak, he suddenly heard the exclamation of everyone around him. He turned his head in doubt, and was horrified to find that there was still a Buddha sword in white clothes like snow beside him.
I saw that he had no skin, his blood-red muscles and pale bones were exposed, his whole body was twisted into twists, his big mouth was split to the base of his ears, revealing the sharp fangs inside, his head was full of wriggling short gray tentacles, and his eight eyes were inlaid in a haphazard manner on his skull. The eyeballs inside were twirling wildly, and when Yuan'er looked over, they stared at them collectively and shot a fierce light.

Where is this his father, it is clearly a terrifying monster!

Yuan'er screamed in fright and was about to run away, but found that his hand was tightly bound by the soft and slippery starfish-like tentacles, and he couldn't pull it out at all. The hot and humid mucus dripped down the palm of his hand. Want to spit it out!
"Help! What's going on?!"

The terrified scream of the young child pierced the air, and Qin Jiaxian took the two little brothers to comfort him repeatedly: "This must be a trick by the devil!"

After all, the Buddha Sword was still standing there just now, and it turned into this monster in a blink of an eye. No matter what you think, it is the illusion of the devil, but there are so many people, and no one is aware of the activation of the illusion. How could an eminent monk from the Buddhist sect be easily enchanted by magic, as well as a sacred artifact to protect his body?
Everyone rubbed their eyes desperately and looked again, the monster still looked terrifying, making Qin Jianxian silent.

At this time, a burst of piano sound broke the silence, simple and solemn, it was the movement of the ancients to sacrifice to the gods.

"Open the gate of heaven wide, let me take advantage of the mysterious clouds. Make the wind move forward, let the rain spread the dust..."

The mysterious singing sound spread out, gradually creating an ethereal and majestic phantom in everyone's hearts.This is the god who is in charge of life, death, longevity, and life, and the commander-in-chief is exactly the same as the blue-clothed zither player who does not show his true face.

The curtain of clouds merged, strands of air flow converged between the sky and the earth, and then the patter of rain fell down.The monster in the rain is like a faded painting, the ink flowing down, gradually revealing the original image inside.

The Buddhist sword is said to have always been there.

At this time, he was reciting scriptures with one hand upright and his eyes closed, and he was reciting the mantra of rebirth.

Seeing that the hand holding her had turned back into a human palm, Yuan'er jumped over happily and hugged him tightly, calling her daddy repeatedly.Su Huanzhen and Tan Wuyu had gloomy faces, and were not delighted that the magic had been broken.

Qin Jiaxian came over and asked quietly, Su Zhenzhen was silent for a moment, and then sighed: "From the very beginning, we have been tricked by the devil..."

Wushan is a world of consciousness, and the people in it are all conscious bodies. The heavier the sin, the heavier the body. For a heinous thief like Yuren Feixie’s father who stole Kui Liaoyu, his consciousness is directly pressed into the quicksand by the heavy sin after death. Then, it will be locked in the cave forever, only one head can be exposed.

After the fusion of Wushan and the present world, the new world has both physical and conscious properties, and the sins of the people trapped in it will manifest and change their images.

Qin Jiaxian wondered: "Then why haven't we changed?"

Although he is the righteous way of the Central Plains, he never denies that he is full of sins.

"It's that saint. She wanted to control us as a dark hand before, so of course she wouldn't turn us into monsters." Tan Wuyu said coldly.

So that's the case, Qin Jiaxian nodded, but so what?
Su Zhenzhen's face was tense, "Do you still remember the monsters that roamed the streets during the daytime in Silent Hill?"

"Those weak chickens, I can fight alone..." Seeing that Su Huanzhen's face was extremely ugly, Qin Jiaxian frowned and stopped, a bad premonition slowly emerged in his heart.

Tan Wuyu said with a dark face: "We thought those monsters were shaped by dark magic, but Yan Qingcheng was confined in the night, and those monsters in the daytime were ugly but not much stronger than ordinary people... ..."

In Qin Jiaxian's eyes that suddenly widened, Tan Wuyu gritted his teeth and said, "They are obviously the people of Chunlin Realm..."

A thunder flashed across Qin Jiaxian's mind, and he recalled that he had seen those monsters in the early days when he brought his younger brother to investigate, also, kiss, hand, kill, no, no, less...

"Those are all...?" The voice of the first debater in a difficult situation trembled involuntarily, as if he was in a world of ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Yue Caizi's answer shattered his last illusion.

"That's right, those guys who look like monsters are actually ordinary people!"

　The copy is almost at the end. I thought I could finish it quickly, but as it got to the end, it got stuck and I couldn't write it at all. . . (top the pot and escape)

　　
　
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