Urban Witcher

"Someone brought you food, some special pickles." Ye Shaoyang pointed to the inner thermos bucket on the stone table.

Immortal Daoyuan glanced at it and ignored it. He sat down opposite Ye Shaoyang and opened the book—it was actually a notebook, which was filled with brush handwriting, with words and pictures. Madara, handwriting is also blurred.

"This is……"

"Back then, before guarding the Linglong Tower, I traveled all over the world. In the Simon area, I participated in an operation in the magic world. At that time, together with several northern shaman wizards, I went to eradicate an evil sect. The evil sect had many methods. It took a lot of twists and turns, and then we eradicated that evil faction, but we also left many unsolved mysteries...

In the secret room of their altar, we found some god statues and magic tools, but they were not Shamanistic things. They seemed to be inherited from the magic circle of the Central Plains. I was very curious at the time, so I recorded the runes on the shrine and planned to come back to study ...Look at the runes on this, isn't it very similar to the one on the shrine you brought? "

Ye Shaoyang took out the shrine and compared it, "Your notes are all blurred, I can't see clearly...I'll study first, you eat first."

Ye Shaoyang lay down in front of the stone table for comparison, Daoyuan Daoyuan opened the thermos bucket and brought out all the food.

Ye Shaoyang smelled the aroma of millet porridge, turned his head and glanced, and saw that it was a bowl of porridge, two steamed buns and a plate of pickles. It was a four-compartment plate with four small plates of different pickles inside.

"Patriarch, do you eat this every day?"

"I've been a vegetarian for many years. What's more, this pickle is made by Longyun Pavilion. After tasting it carefully, it is also a kind of enjoyment." Master Daoyuan sat down and began to eat.

"It seems to be the same kind of rune, Patriarch, what does this rune mean?"

"I've studied it, and it's a set of ancient spells." Master Daoyuan chewed pickles and said, "The core is how to use the power of will."

Sure enough, it is willpower!

Daoyuan Daoyuan further explained: "The function of this set of spells is miraculous and amazing. It can absorb the vow power generated during the worship into the utensils, and then gather them together to absorb and refine for the controller, improving the cultivation level..."

What! Ye Shaoyang took it for a while, and said in surprise: "Is there such a magical spell?"

"This is a technique bestowed by heaven. It is said that it was invented by Xuanyuan God, but later he felt that this technique was too overbearing and could be easily used by people with evil thoughts, so he withdrew it, and the specific method of casting spells was interrupted among humans..."

God Xuanyuan... Ye Shaoyang frowned, turned his head to look at Daoyuan Daoyuan, and said, "Old Ancestor, you put millet porridge on your beard."

"Oh." Master Daoyuan glanced down, pulled his beard with both hands, and got it behind his head. It was such a simple action. Suddenly, his hands trembled violently, his eyes widened, and he shouted: "No wonderful!"

He hurriedly sat down cross-legged, wanting to meditate and seal the mudra, but the mudra has not yet been formed, his body trembled, a mouthful of black blood spewed out from his mouth, and his beard was stained all over.

Master Daoyuan staggered and fell to the ground, staring at Ye Shaoyang, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something, suddenly, the ground under him sank, turning into a black quagmire, and black air flowed like water. It spread all over him, threatening to engulf him in the blink of an eye.

"Gu!" True Daoyuan spat out this word along with blood froth from his mouth.

This sudden change happened in the blink of an eye, and it wasn't until Daoyuan Daoyuan opened his mouth that Ye Shaoyang suddenly came back to his senses, went up to pull Daoyuan Daoyuan's hand, and squeezed it hard, and even pulled an arm off his body. Horrified in his heart, he looked intently, and saw that Dao Yuan's body was melting rapidly, so soft that it looked like rubber in fire.

A flash of spiritual light flashed, Daoyuan Daoist's soul flew out of his body, trying to break free from the shackles of the black air, but was quickly spread to the body by the black air and dragged down.

In a blink of an eye, Ye Shaoyang realized what had happened, and hurriedly took out the Yin-Yang mirror, and took a photo of Daoyuan Daoyuan, trying to put his soul into the Yin-Yang mirror.

The physical body can't be kept, and at the moment, he can only try to keep his soul!

A gust of black air rushed over like a stream of water, blocking the front of the yin and yang mirror.

Ye Shaoyang squeezed the formula with one hand, and slapped it with his palm, and suddenly felt a strong suction force, sucked his palm, and wanted to drag it down towards the "mire".

The strength of this kind of power made Ye Shaoyang realize in an instant that even a newly promoted Earth Immortal might not be able to resist this kind of suction, but he is a spirit immortal after all. The moment he felt the suction force, Ye Shaoyang hurriedly changed his handprints, slapped it down with his palm, and crushed the black air. Looking at Daoyuan Daoyuan again, half of his soul had been swallowed up. It would be impossible to use a yin and yang mirror. Ye Shaoyang took out a magic talisman and pasted it , did not let go, waited for the magic talisman to stick to Daoyuan's head, while chanting a mantra, he lifted it up vigorously, but in the end he only lifted up half of his body, and his waist had already melted...

Moreover, even this half of the body is constantly festering, and the soul power flows into the black air below.

"Old Ancestor!" Ye Shaoyang shouted.

Daoyuan Daoyuan's soul looked at him, glanced at the stone table, and then... a little spiritual light burned in the center of his brow.

Yuanshen burst...

Ye Shaoyang trembled all over, it was too late to stop it.

The soul immediately blurred, turning into strands of flame-like things, falling into the black air, and there was a shrill scream from below. A few seconds later, Daoyuan Daoyuan's primordial spirit completely burned up, forming a A firework a few meters high looked extremely eye-catching even in broad daylight. The black air was burned and smoked, and soon disappeared.

The screams also stopped. There was a scarlet aura that shot straight into the sky and then dispersed.

Demonic...

Ye Shaoyang didn't care about it anymore, no matter what kind of big monster it was, it was already dead. He raised his head and stared blankly at the soaring fireworks transformed by Daoyuan's primordial spirit.

His whole life cultivation...

The fireworks were gradually extinguished, and then, countless souls flew all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and finally divided into two piles - one pile belonged to Daoyuan Daoyuan, and the other pile belonged to that unknown big monster. Heaped up spirit souls and flew to the north together.

"Om..."

In the Linglong Pagoda, there was a vibration, and then, an evil thing with long horns flew out and landed in front of the stone table. Looking down, the black air on the ground... the black air is gone, and the corpse of Daoyuan Daoyuan melted. It was horrible... Only the arm that Ye Shaoyang pulled off before was still in good shape...

"Grandfather!"

The evil thing let out a deafening roar, knelt down on the ground, howled like a human being, turned around and looked in the direction of Linglong Pagoda, and cried sadly: "The Patriarch is dead!"