Exorcism

The snow stopped.

Yang Qingyin in the snow house had a long dream. In the dream, she returned to Laozu Peak - it had not been destroyed by the demons, and it was as magnificent and mysterious as ever, with secrets hidden everywhere - she saw her father, mother, countless relatives and every Pangshan Taoist she had ever met. They came and went in front of her, some were kind, some were indifferent, some were blaming, and some were persuading, but she didn't care.

The feeling of emptiness in her heart became more obvious. People came and went, but there was always one face missing. She walked in her dream, visited the ten branches of Pangshan, large and small courtyards, and tall and short towers, smelled the fragrance of the towering trees that bloomed once every ten years, and saw the proud tail screen of the Liucai King Bird... None of these could satisfy her.

She continued to walk. Of course, this was a dream. As long as she had a thought, she could reach anywhere. She just felt that she was always walking, her body was heavy, her legs were tired, as if she was a mortal without any magic power.

She came to Zhiyong Institute and saw many familiar faces. A smiling face came over and said, "Let's have a mortal relationship." She pushed the face away with disgust. After a while, she remembered that it was the dead Guan Shenyue. She turned around and wanted to find him, but she saw only the disciples of Zhiyong running around in the village. Everyone smiled at her flatteringly, but Guan Shenyue was not among them. She suddenly remembered that Guan Shenyue did not say this to her in Zhiyong Institute, but in another place, a place she was very familiar with. Perhaps it was the goal she had been looking for, which could fill the empty place in her heart. This time, it was particularly difficult to turn her thoughts, as if something blocked the road. She could travel freely between Laozu Peak and Zhiyong Institute, but she could not go to that place. She felt more tired, but she was a stubborn and unyielding female Taoist priest. The more forbidden things were, the more she had to do them once, so she kept turning her thoughts. In her dream, she kept walking. Sometimes it was ice and snow, and her legs were numb from the cold. Sometimes it was hot in summer, and the steaming heat made her dizzy. But she still didn't give up.

This was a long walk in a long dream. She was holding back her energy and had to go to that place. She had forgotten Guan Shenyue, but felt that her whole body was bound by something. Only in that place could she regain her freedom.

That place.

It became a goal, more urgent than hunger, cold, heat, pain and other feelings. She had to find it!

She didn't know how long she had walked. The scene suddenly changed. She finally walked to that place - a pond.

The pond was not big. It was an irregular oval. The shore was covered with grass. It was not too deep. The water was clear and there were a few small fish swimming around.

It was such an ordinary place. She was a little disappointed. She slowly remembered that this was indeed the place where Guan Shen said strange things to her, but she didn't come here for this, because the hole in her heart was still not filled.

She looked at the water and thought hard about why this pond attracted her.

After a long time, she saw her reflection on the water. This was a very normal thing, but she felt a little strange because she remembered that there was no reflection in the pond at first.

That was her. She was not tall, with big, heroic eyes that were unique to the Yang family. She usually looked very aloof, and when she glared, she looked very stern. With this look alone, she had scared away many disciples of the Taoist sect.

Thinking of all the ridiculous things she had done in the past, she couldn't help laughing, but the reflection in the pond didn't laugh, but tears flowed instead.

The reflection was crying!

She was extremely angry and shouted at the pond: "I have never cried! You..."

She felt dizzy and vaguely remembered that she seemed to have cried once, not in infancy, but after growing up. Not only did she cry, but it seemed... it seemed that the tears were shed in front of someone.

The thought of "someone" was like a lightning bolt that struck her from head to toe, making her feel a splitting headache. Everything in front of her began to shake, especially the pond, which was like the wind and clouds, constantly changing its shape, and the reflection also twisted and swayed with it.

"Stop!" She shouted loudly, the ground went away, and she flew into the sky at a very fast speed.

With a bang, the dream ended. Yang Qingyin sat up suddenly, opened her eyes, and her heart beat like a drum. In a trance, she forgot where she was. A figure appeared in front of her vaguely. It was not her reflection, nor was it anyone she had seen in her dream. It was more like the human form of King Jin. Yang Qingyin jumped to the ground and finally returned to the real world. This was not the Old Ancestor Peak, but the land of monsters. She was with a group of spirit monsters and was digging for the relics of the demons. Where is the dragon demon? Yang Qingyin remembered that she was the one who coaxed her to sleep, but now she was gone. There was another bang. It turned out that this was not an illusion in the dream, but a real sound outside. Yang Qingyin hurried out. Yang Qingyin slowed down her pace. She had just returned from the "Old Ancestor Peak". The Taoist's belief was stronger. She felt strange that she was mixed with a group of monsters. Soon, this idea disappeared, and her eyes were also attracted by the armor. The armor was over three feet high, all black, and could cover the entire body, not even the fingers were exposed. There were only some changes at the joints, and other than that it was made of one piece. There were simple patterns carved on the breastplate and helmet, and other than that there were no extra decorations on the body.

Yang Qingyin gradually approached, and as the angle of the sunlight changed, he could roughly see that the pattern on the armor was a bunch of curled branches.

A pair of majestic and gloomy armor. It is not equipped with powerful patterns such as animal heads and claws, but is engraved with the shape of trees, which is indeed a bit weird.

"Is this the armor left by the demons?" Yang Qingyin asked.

The beast demon Lao Chong nodded at her. His usually fierce face was filled with childlike joy. He even lowered his voice and said, "It's a complete set. There's nothing missing. It took a whole day to dig it out."

Yang Qingyin was surprised. This meant that the sleep she just had lasted for at least a day, which was something that had never happened before.

"Can it be used to make demon pills?" Yang Qingyin has been among the demon clan for a long time, and is somewhat accustomed to their ideas. She feels that the demon relics are used to make demon pills together with the demon pill.

"Shh." Lao Chong didn't answer the question and pointed at the armor.

Bang, another sound.

The sound came from within the armor, exactly where the heart was.

King Jin jumped into the air, at the same height as his armor, and looked at the hundreds of monsters on the snow. There was a bit of excitement in his voice, "Did you hear that? This monster is not dead yet! His heart is still beating." , you can see his face from here, still intact.”

The armor style is simple, but the shape of the helmet is a bit strange, like a piece of wood that has been chopped randomly, with many jagged wooden thorns on it. The mask is entirely a piece of black iron, leaving no space for the eyes and nostrils. The edge was not completely fastened, and it was from here that King Jin could see the situation inside and found that the demons were not yet rotten.

"What should I do? Use it to make a demon pill?" asked a spirit demon.

King Jin was thinking about it when the beast demon Lao Chong spoke first. To make the demon pill, he needed the relics of the demon clan and the demon pills of ordinary demons like them. He didn't want to give them away, "Idiot, what kind of demon pill are you making? Demon clan His power is boundless, even more powerful than that of a Taoist priest. If you revive him, he will definitely save your lives."

Lao Chong's tone was rude, but the spirit demons didn't care. Looking at the towering demons, they felt that the hope in front of them was getting clearer and clearer.

"No, we can't save the demons." Yang Qingyin objected loudly. After having a memory removed, she could not recall the past in detail. The Taoist priest's self-feeling became weaker and weaker, but she was a Taoist priest after all, and she was disgusted and wary of the demons. Deep into the bone marrow.

Yang Qingyin's imperial weapon flew into the air and glanced at the horse-shaped King Jin. This was not the face she vaguely saw when she woke up from the dream. She shook her head and said to all the monsters: "Devils are not good people. They once enslaved monsters." If he wakes up, he will definitely kill us all."

"How do you know?" An old tan sheep on the ground shook his long beard, showing a bit of distrust, "You are a Taoist priest, so of course you don't like the demons. Even if the demons were cruel in the past, they are now He has lost his power and needs help, so why should we kill the demon clan? "

"What the demons want is not helpers, but slaves." Yang Qingyin hoped to recall some records in the book, but the memories gave her a headache. The words she had picked up at her fingertips now seemed like a disobedient mist, but she still firmly believed that they were not It can save the demons, "Where is the dragon demon? She should know what the demons are about."

"She left and disappeared." King Jin said coldly, a little dissatisfied with the dragon demon leaving without saying goodbye. "She left yesterday without leaving any message. She seemed to know that we were about to find this demon. The excavation site was designated by her.”

"So the Dragon Demon also supports us in reviving the Demon Clan." Lao Tan Yang felt that this was a hint, "Otherwise, she would definitely tell us."

"We can't save the demons!" Yang Qingyin felt a panic, but couldn't give any more reasons to oppose, "The demons are very dangerous, we can't... we must not..."

The headache became more and more intense, and Yang Qingyin seemed to have returned to the early stage of demon transformation, but the feeling was a little different. It was no longer like a knife scraping, as if something was exploding and countless thin steel needles were piercing her head.

She saw the pond again. The reflection on the water was not her, but a handsome and stubborn man's face, looking at her warily.

Yang Qingyin's inner alchemy suddenly stopped rotating. She lost her mana and became unstable in the air, and fell down.

King Jin flew over and carried her to the ground.

The demons looked at this scene in surprise. The proud King Jin actually let a human ride on his back!

Yang Qingyin didn't notice the strange looks around her and jumped to the ground. Too many past events flooded into her mind. She couldn't accept them all at the same time. She still thought of one thing, "We must not save the demons..."

Suddenly there was a slight tremor in the ground, and there seemed to be a voice. Before the demons could understand what was going on, the demon armor standing among them moved.

Bang bang bang... The thing in Jia Yi's chest beat faster and faster.