Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 254 Yuanying? Ghost baby!
The scene Yang Qian saw was indescribably bizarre. A statue of the evil god was carried by eight evil cultivators in black robes, walking slowly down the street. Passersby in the distance were still rushing towards this side excitedly, but those nearby had already frozen in place with grim expressions.

As Yang Qian's wind, snow and cold weather unfolded, the scene here looked even more bizarre from afar. Snow? It seemed to be regarded as some kind of novel trick, and it made the already confused passers-by run over here.

"The Patrol Division is hunting down the murderer! No one is allowed to approach!"

Although Yang Qian was merciless in killing people, he couldn't just watch others rush over to die. He used his innate true energy to boost his voice, and his roar was deafening.

The effect was obvious. Those who had come to join in the fun were frightened. After all, it was the first time they heard a voice so loud, like thunder from the sky. Coupled with the clear words "Patrol Case Division Chasing the Murderer", almost everyone dared not move forward.

Patrol case division? Not to mention ordinary people, even the high and mighty officials would have to behave themselves when they saw them.

Catching a murderer? After being poured down with this cold water, the statue and the drifting snow in the distance no longer had the same feeling as before. On the contrary, it seemed weird no matter how I looked at it!
Especially those who were close to them, seeing a large group of people in front of them with their backs to them, who seemed to be joining in the fun at first glance, only to find that they were not moving at all? !

"Dead!"

The screams rang out and instantly became one.

call.
Yang Qian heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this. If these ordinary people didn't come over to die, he would have saved himself a lot of trouble.

"You think you can save them this way? Ignorance!"

It was still that shrill whistling sound, and it still came from the black-robed man sitting cross-legged at the feet of the evil god statue.

Yang Qian could see that the other party seemed to be controlling the evil god statue, and did not seem to be able to let go and kill at will.

Yang Qian immediately grasped the Tianshuang Sword with both hands, raised it above his head, and used all his strength to slash at the black-robed man who was sitting cross-legged at the feet of the evil god statue!
Passively taking a beating has never been Yang Qian's style; crazy close attacks are the way to go.

A martial artist in the Jindan stage strikes with all his strength, bringing with him the intent and force of a sword!

Almost at the same time, another shrill whistle was heard, and a cloud of black mist suddenly rushed out from the black-robed man who was sitting cross-legged.

Yea!

The black mist materialized instantly, with a clear beast face and human body, like a demon, but the eyes were clearly human eyes. The only strange thing was that the black mist had a tail, and the end still landed on the head of the black-robed man.

Looks like a weird and scary alternative kite?

Not only was the black fog strange, but the black fog was also holding a magical weapon! A short staff with two shovel-like ends and a handle in the middle, held in front, accompanied by a whistling sound, a layer of curved black mirror like colored glass was gathered to block Yang Qian's sword energy.

However, Yang Qian could not see any clear cutting texture on this glass-like curved black mirror, only a few scattered ones appeared from time to time. Yang Qian had only encountered this situation in space.

What kind of method is it that can hide the cutting rules so deeply?
when!
The huge recoil force shook Yang Qian out of the state of "Wind and Thunder", and his body flew backwards in mid-air. The recoil force even went straight into his chest and abdomen, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, his body was numb.

After he could no longer hide using his body skills, the humanized monsters around him immediately swarmed over like wolves smelling blood. In a blink of an eye, they buried Yang Qian, who was lying on the ground with his body stiff, in a scene that looked like a pack of wolves eating a corpse.

"Get out of here!" The humanized monster was strong, but Yang Qian was not made of mud. He was stiffened by the recoil, but the protective energy on his body was still there. The protective energy of the Jindan realm could not be bitten or torn open by these monsters.

After a while, Yang Qian recovered his strength. He didn't need to swing his sword at all. The sword area within a few meters expanded like a meat grinder, and in an instant he cleared out several monsters clinging to his body.

At the same time, Yang Qian held the Tianshuang Sword in his hand horizontally in a blocking posture. A huge blade filled with coldness appeared out of thin air in front of him. The next moment, the beast-faced man in the black fog held a magic weapon and smashed down a thunder ball!
That’s right! It’s the Thunderball!
However, the thunder energy that Yang Qian knew was different. The thunder ball that came from the opposite side was as black as ink. Although there was a flash of lightning similar to thunder energy, it was more filled with evil and violent yin energy erosion.

Yang Qian thought of a word: Yin Lei!
It was mentioned in "Ten Yuan Strange Stories" that it was a sinister and evil method of reversing the thunder of Tiangang, which came from some evil gods.

Now Yang Qian finally understood what this "reversal of Tiangang" meant.

puff!
Another mouthful of blood spurted out of Yang Qian's mouth. This time it was all blood clots.

Normal thunder methods are powerful, but this Yin Thunder is at two extremes. Even with the impact of the sword force and the cold force of the sky, there is still a lot of Yin Thunder transmitted to Yang Qian's body, corroding his meridians, flesh and blood, and even his soul!
The bad news is that Yang Qian found that he was unable to block this kind of Yin thunder.

But the good news is that after the Yin thunder invaded Yang Qian's body, the blood and Yang Qi in his body could be quickly eliminated under the mixed flushing of the Great Circulation and the Five Thunder Qi, and it would not cause irreversible damage to his body.

Of course, the feeling of having Yin thunder entering the body is naturally very uncomfortable.

"Even the Yin Lei can't kill you? Your body is quite impressive! Let's try again!"

Yang Qian curled his lips. Are these guys who practice evil ways all like chatterboxes, always enjoying fighting while chattering?
When he looked up again, Yang Qian blurted out a curse, and saw a barrage of dark lightning coming towards him, ten in number!

retreat?

That's too late!

Although Yin Lei takes the opposite path of Zheng Lei Fa, its characteristics are very similar. At least the maximum speed of the thunder is exactly the same.

This time, Yang Qian couldn't even gather enough cold energy to form an ice blade. He could only grit his teeth, continue to hold the sword in front of him, and use all his strength to mobilize the protective energy around his body to take the attack!
Bang bang bang.
Yin thunders fell like rain. Yang Qian mobilized his body-protecting energy to resist them while manipulating his sword area within a ten-foot range to cut each Yin thunder.

Compared with the previous glazed black mirror, the cutting texture on the Yin Thunder was much more obvious. Even though the speed was too fast and the number was too large to be truly chopped up, it could still weaken some of the power of these Yin Thunders.

Although he had done his best to deal with it, Yang Qian was still unable to keep his body steady when ten Yin Thunders struck him, and he was smashed into the ground again and again!

Blood oozed out of his mouth, and even blood was flowing out of the corners of his eyes. One can imagine the damage done to his internal organs.

When the tenth Yin thunder struck, half of Yang Qian's body had been smashed into the ground, and the upper half of his clothes turned into powder.

Struggling to get out of the stone pit, Yang Qian's face turned pale, and he quickly pulled back a long distance, avoiding the giant black mist palm that appeared out of thin air and grabbed him again.

However, the kite-like beast-faced human body did not continue to rush forward, but stopped only five feet away from the evil god statue.

When Yang Qian saw this, a word suddenly popped up in his mind: Nascent Soul!
Or maybe the other party is the ghost baby of an evil monk!
(End of this chapter)