Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 125
"You are the one who used the Shaolin stick at the Beidou Martial Arts Conference."

Yan Lan suddenly understood the cause and effect:

"Did I defeat you with the red tassel gun? I tried to pull you but you threw me away?"

Master Wei Yun sneered: "Taoist Master Yan really has a good memory, and he can still remember defeated generals like me."

"That's not true. I just remembered that you threw away my hand, so I really wanted to kick you again, but I held it back because there were so many people." Yan Lan scratched the end of his brow with his little finger and said, "This emotion is unpleasant, so it is profound."

After all, I went there with the intention of ruining the situation, so I didn’t feel much happy if I won.

The people who wanted to fight the most were all on the spectator stand, so they felt even more agitated when their hands were opened.

Master Wei Yun: "..." He spat out a mouthful of Ling Xiao's blood.

Why is this bull’s nose like this!

"Why are you staring at me? Oh, do you think I am going too far? I have provoked you several times, and every time I punished you with small punishments and severe punishments. I didn't want to kill you or cripple you. I am already broad-minded enough.

"Besides, my victory over you has nothing to do with weapons."

Yan Lan threw the wooden stick aside and looked down at him: "You are weak only because your martial arts heart is unstable."

Master Wei Yun sneered: "Am I unstable?"

"Yes, what you are thinking about is not how to master martial arts at all, but how to use it to attract everyone's attention, excel in various duels, and become a young talent in the eyes of others. When you go to the Beidou Martial Arts Conference, what you want is to The admiration and envy of others, and you don't want to accept anything else.

"Don't criticize, don't fail, don't deny, you just want flowers, applause, and praise from the outside world. Once something goes wrong and you are hit, you feel that it must not be your fault, it must be someone else's fault, the weapon is wrong, and the practice is wrong. . You want to deny everything, but you don’t want to deny your own talent.

"You don't want to accept mediocrity, you don't want to accept that you are just a common being, you just want to be the proud one, you just want to be a blockbuster, but how can there be so many proud people in the world?"

Shi Weiyun was stunned.

Yan Lan said no more. She was somewhat responsible for Shi Wei Yun's appearance. These words could be regarded as fulfillment of the cause and effect.

"Grow up," Yan Lan threw the stick beside him, "Don't fall for the double, it doesn't matter whether it's a stick or a gun, you'll know right or wrong by walking down first."

After she finished speaking, she left, catching up with the chaotic crowd in front of her, leaving only the teacher Wei Yun with blank eyes and even a dull look:
"Mediocre, how could I be mediocre...I am a genius."

From childhood to adulthood, the clan members have always boasted about their genius, and they must be invincible in every battle...

[He’s not a genius. I heard that he was beaten so badly at a martial arts competition. 】

[My little aunt has been bragging about how powerful my cousin is all day long, but she didn’t expect to be kicked out of the preliminary round at the martial arts competition. Isn’t this a slap in the face?There will be nothing to say about boasting in the future. 】

[How could you lose?Why can't you even compare to a little girl? !I raised you for nothing!How do you want your relatives and neighbors to look at your mother and me? !Your father left early, and I worked so hard to bring you up just to make you proud. Look at you, you didn't even pass the preliminary round - how could I have such an unworthy son like you! 】

Master Wei Yun closed his eyes and slumped to the ground with a wry smile, exhausted both physically and mentally.

……

"Damn it! Yan Lan, come here! The evil creature from the evil image over here has come out!"

There are a lot of people here, but none of them can ban Xie Sui.

Yan Lan quickened her pace, but as soon as she entered, she was overwhelmed by the smell of blood, turned her head and coughed a few times.

The evil energy is too strong, and the road in front of me is blocked by black energy, making it impossible to move forward.

Yan Lan slowed down her breathing, calmed her breath, and calmed her eyes.

Wrap the Five Emperors' Coin around your wrist, make clean and neat gestures, and follow the words:
"Those who are facing the battle, all march forward in formation."

Every nine characters should always be consecrated, and they are omnipresent.

The Five Emperors' money on his wrist exploded with golden light, and there seemed to be thousands of troops and horses following him to open the way, which was unstoppable.

Yan Lan walked slowly forward. There were sleeping students all along the road, and the strong wind pounded her ears.

"Yanlan be careful!"

Xin Shan shouted loudly in the darkness, and noises were heard in his ears.

The iron handrail that was torn off by the black energy was stabbed. Yan Lan waved his hand, and the golden light surged around him to protect him, blocking the iron stab.

The evil spirit realized that it was unstoppable, and the formless black energy surged in mid-air, sometimes crying like a woman, sometimes crying like a baby, and even an irregular and shapeless fetus was squirming like fluid, trying to escape around Yan Lan.good chance!
Yan Lan pulled away the red rope of the Five Emperors' Money, and with a wave of her hand, the five Emperors' Money hung in the air.

With a flick of his finger, all the remaining magic power of the Five Emperors' Money was drained and collected on his fingertips:
"Edict!"

The golden light illuminates the space like day, sealing in the black energy, entangling it like the wind and the remaining clouds, and accompanied by the unwilling roar, it seals into a small evil statue with a half-crying, half-smiling face.

It is five points similar to the dragon statue in Kowloon Paradise.

Yan Lan squinted her eyes, clenched her fists hard, and the golden light pierced into the evil image——

boom!
The evil image is shattered and destroyed, completely purified.

A brisk customs clearance prompt sounded immediately:
[Ding dong!Congratulations for clearing the two-star death book "Chunyang High School: Silent Game" and winning this multiplayer game! 】

The Five Emperors' Money exhausted its mana, absorbed the evil spirit and shattered into pieces.

The five bahts of the Han Dynasty, Yongle Tongbao, Song Yuan Tongbao, and Kaiyuan Tongbao have obvious cracks.

The golden light dimmed and turned into old bronze, glowing with a dilapidated blue-gray color.

Only the top half of Qin Shihuang's copper coin is still shining with golden light.

The five elements of Qin's half-liang copper coin belong to water, which is the most compatible with Yanlan. Even if he doesn't use any secret skills or spells, he can still resonate, so he can save it.But it doesn't have much power when used alone.

This game destroyed one of her magic weapons.

I don't think it's a pity... The magic weapon is originally used to do good deeds and drive away evil spirits. Since it is used to save people and eliminate evil spirits, broken ones should be considered.

Physical differences.

Yan Lan watched a wisp of smoke float out of her body and condense into a misty cloud. A hazy voice sounded in her ears like a sigh:

"Thank you……"

"I'm finally free..."

Yan Lan was slightly startled and couldn't help but look.

At the end of the game, the possessed soul has completely separated from his body.

The "clouds" dispersed gently, and the moist cool air lingered around the entire sight. The buildings were twisted and broken, leaving only the endless wilderness. Marigolds covered the entire space illusoryly, and the cloud shadows danced gracefully. A free waltz.

There seemed to be voices around me, very loud and yet very thin, very sad yet very boring.

But these things behind the scenes are not important anymore.

She bowed to Yan Lan, and it seemed to be Lu Jiao's face, Shang Yun's face, or other girls who were younger, more innocent, and more painful.

I bowed down and thanked the Taoist Master for his mercy.

Yan Lan took back the Five Emperors' Money with a flick of his hand, and Zi Wu Jue leaned over and bowed.

The cloud shadow straightened up and turned around, turning into a running girl in the distance. She ran towards the end of dawn, carrying the longing for freedom, to find the state of forgetfulness in her dream.

She laughed and cried.

The imprisoned wind dispersed the clouds, and the long-lost light kissed her soul.

Full of scars, but also full of tenderness.

Even the pain is gentle.

She danced in the warm sunshine, and her figure gradually disappeared.

"The warm light, the free wind.

“Please bury me.

"Let me fall into that... sweet and long sleep."

(End of this chapter)