Urban Witcher

Liang Daosheng nodded, raised his staff, and waved it lightly. Jiu Lianhuan let out a chilling moan, and his voice became cold: "Since you and I have different Taoism, I must kill you to prove the Tao."

Ye Shaoyang clasped his hands into fists, bowed to the ground at him, and said nothing.

He believed that Liang Daosheng understood that his bow was to respect his perseverance, even though he took an extreme path.

Liang Daosheng waved his Zen stick with both hands, and the ring ring made a loud noise for a while, and the wind blew up everywhere.

Ye Shaoyang took a step forward, habitually raised the sword, and realized that his hand was empty. Then he realized that he had put on a bit too much, and turned around and shouted: "I said, where is the sword?"

No one answered in Guandi Temple, Ye Shaoyang cursed secretly, and said to Liang Daosheng: "Wait for me a while, I'll go in."

Regardless of whether he answered or not, he turned around and ran into the Guandi Temple. Looking up, Lin Xiaoxian was unconscious under the statue. The red light of Guandi statue was looming, releasing a sense of majesty and righteousness, even Ye Shaoyang felt a kind of strong oppression.

No way, Guan Gong has appeared?

Without thinking too much, Ye Shaoyang rushed up, clasped his fists at the statue, and said, "Second Master, I will lend you the treasured sword once and use it, and I will return it to you when I come back."

After speaking, he grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and immediately felt his hands sinking, and a powerful breath poured into his body, he hurriedly collected himself, pulled hard, and held it in his hands, suddenly felt his hands sinking, and almost let go.

Taking a closer look, it turns out that this knife is not made of clay, it glows blue under the cold light of the fluorescent stick, but it is made of bronze!

"Which one is so real, and gave the second master such a cool knife." Ye Shaoyang muttered. Fortunately, he practiced physical arts since he was a child, and his strength was much stronger than that of ordinary people. Temple gate, shouted: "Okay, you can fight!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Shaoyang was stunned by the scene in front of him:

I saw the sky was dark, and countless ghosts floated from the opposite side, all of them showed their real bodies in different shapes, some had no flesh on their faces and were covered with maggots, some had their abdomens ripped open and their intestines entangled, It looks like one is more miserable than the other, but all the ghosts are surrounded by green light, at least they are wraiths.

Behind the group of ghosts, the bell rang loudly, and these ghosts also followed the rhythm of the bell, floating slowly.

Apparently, Liang Daosheng was shaking the evil spirit staff, controlling the actions of these ghosts through some kind of magical witchcraft.

"Tianshi Ye!" Liang Daosheng's slightly tired voice drifted in the Y wind, "I have released all the evil spirits sealed in the staff and formed a 'thousand ghosts and soul-eating formation'. You and I live and die only in It's been a while."

When Ye Shaoyang heard this, it was in line with his own wishes: Qinglong Yanyue Saber was too heavy, and he couldn't last long while carrying it. It's best to live and die for a while, and the strength of the two is close, so there is no point in fighting for several rounds.

It's just... Although I have never heard the name of this formation, since Liang Daosheng dared to use this formation to gamble his life and death, he obviously had a plan in mind, so he didn't dare to take it lightly, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the blade.

Back then, Guan Gong used this saber to kill six generals and kill countless enemies. Although it was only an imitation in the temple, it received incense every day and carried the aura of the emperor.

After being so excited by the blood of the celestial master, the blade of the blade was radiant, releasing a proud and murderous aura.

A surge of arrogance in Ye Shaoyang's heart was also aroused. He held the knife in both hands and rushed towards the group of ghosts. When he met the first one, he slashed his head. Under the sword, the ghost turned into green smoke on the spot.

Fuck, Guan Erye's stuff really works!

Ye Shaoyang's confidence was greatly shaken, he held a big knife in his hand, beheaded a few ghosts blocking the way, and rushed into the formation.

"The autumn wind can't afford to kill, evil ghosts run rampant, once a thunderstorm strikes, a hundred ghosts will devour souls!"

Liang Daosheng practiced Nanyang witchcraft, but in the final analysis it originated in Miaojiang. Although he is a Thai, he often visited Miaojiang in his early years, learning authentic black witchcraft, and then lived in Taiwan for many years. His words and deeds have already changed. It is completely Sinicized, and even the formation spells are in plain Chinese.

If it wasn't for the tense situation, Ye Shaoyang really wanted to ask him whether he created the formation and spells himself or where he learned them from.

In my ears, I heard the bell ringing faster and faster, and the ghosts that seemed chaotic suddenly became orderly, swaying back and forth according to some magical rules.

Whenever Ye Shaoyang raises his knife and rushes over, the ghosts in other directions come to rescue immediately, and the speed is extremely fast. When he turns around to fight back, these ghosts are swaying back and forth again, three layers inside and three layers outside, in opposite directions, coming and going Stop, look dazzled,

After a few rounds, Ye Shaoyang was exhausted without killing a few ghosts. Just as he was about to take a breath, the ghosts that seemed to be drifting away suddenly rushed towards them and spun upwards. Come madly.

Ye Shaoyang had no choice but to spin around on the spot, with the blade pointing outwards, swung it around for a circle, using the spiritual power of the big knife and his own stellar energy to fight against the ghost energy, the blood in his body was tumbling, and he almost failed to stand still.

Damn it, what kind of formation is this, so mysterious?

Little did he know that at the time he was surprised, Liang Daosheng, who was hiding among the ghosts, was also extremely astonished: Ye Shaoyang used his own strength to fight against the ghosts, but he was not injured. Although he had a magical weapon, his powerful strength was still There is no doubt about it.

"As expected of a celestial master..." Liang Daosheng murmured to himself, pressing his hands to the ground, drawing strange figures continuously, vomiting blood from his mouth, which flowed into the soil, inspiring some kind of black magic.

Almost in the next second, Ye Shaoyang felt his legs tighten, and when he looked down, a puddle of blood appeared on the ground under his feet at some point, and a pair of bloody hands protruded from it, hugging his feet.

Ye Shaoyang hastily brandished his long knife and chopped off a pair of ghost hands at the wrists. Before he could rest for a moment, the pool of blood under his feet slowly spread, and countless bloody hands came out from below, scratching in the air, and some bloody heads stick out.

There is no hair on the face, and there is no skin, all the muscles are twisted, the eyes are bursting open, and the red and white pus and blood are left on the face. It looks extremely disgusting, like a **** ghost whose skin has been peeled.

One by one roared and howled, but they couldn't get out, they just kept waving their arms, pus and blood flew, and showed Ye Shaoyang a miserable state.

This pair of bloody ghosts and skin-splitting ghosts made Ye Shaoyang think of the pus and blood small hell in the living big hell controlled by King Chu Jiang, which is somewhat similar to the scene in front of him.

Is this an illusion, or are these ghosts really from hell?

Ye Shaoyang was shocked, but he had no time to think about it, otherwise he was afraid that he would go to hell.

Immediately brandishing a long knife, he first cut off some arms protruding from his vicinity. When he looked up, he found that those wraiths floated over again, but they took off their heads one by one and held them in their hands. The heads still made different shapes. With a ferocious expression, he rushed towards him, and for a while, he was filled with ghostly aura, like a sea of ​​blood rolling.

Ye Shaoyang's heart was shaken. There is a saying in the magic world: if a ghost plucks his head, he cannot keep it.

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