Exorcism

Shen Shang made many jokes and boosted the morale of many demon clans. As the last moment approached, he wanted to say a few words to himself.

"Death, death." He murmured, as if preparing to sing a low and sad poem, "You vicious guy, you are not willing to leave us anything, and after forty-nine days, you will completely wipe us from the world. Go, never make exceptions, never show mercy. In that case, why should I fear you? Come on, let me see your true face, maybe you are just like me, a pathetic failure..."

Bing Kui's giant sword came, like the blades of a windmill or a big tree blown down by the wind. The snowflakes in the sky timidly stepped aside, but the wind in the snow was willing to help the tiger and let out a roar of encouragement.

The demon clan also roared, and they cheered for themselves.

There were tall beast monsters all around. They held weapons in their hands, but they didn't use them. Instead, some lowered their heads and raised their horns, some raised their arms to block, and some monsters even opened their mouths to face the ice sword with their teeth. They are all their demon pills, their most sophisticated shields, stronger than the swords and clubs in their hands, but also more deadly once damaged.

The demon clan has no other choice. They have no sorcery and spells at their side, and no magical weapons to compete with the enemy. They can only fight to the death with the demon elixir.

An ice sword hit the demon pill, making an indescribable harsh sound, like the two most awkward metals rubbing against each other, not all the way to the end, but twisting and turning, quickly and slowly, and the scene must be moved The ears are impenetrable.

Shen Shang did not have a demon pill, so he raised the Ruyi in his hand. It was a fourth-grade magic weapon made by Taoist priest Zhaoshan Shuyu. It was harder than ordinary steel. Shen Shang had already verified it in the previous battle.

He still remembered his excitement and excitement when he had just completed this Ruyi, and proudly announced to his companions, "This is just a transition. Sooner or later, I will have a real ninth-grade magic weapon."

Who would have thought that it would be a joke? His companions all walked away on the path of cultivation, but he remained where he was, using the original main magic weapon.

Life is a farce. The more seriously you take it, the more you will become a clown and a joke. At this time, Shen Shang was also thinking about messy things. He has never been a warrior who can devote himself wholeheartedly to fighting, just like he has never been able to practice seriously. He always jumps out and watches the enemy and himself with cold eyes.

"Hey, big ice cube!" Ruyi caught the ice sword. Although his arms were numb from the shock, Shen Shang still caught the first sword. He shouted to the resolute but empty face, "Which of you Any girls? Would you like me to build a beautiful snowman for you?”

The ice sword in Bingkui's other hand was slashing at him. He didn't understand what joking was, and he had no emotions such as pity, fear, or panic. He swung his sword and kept slashing, neither fast nor slow, unless he saw Blood splatters out, otherwise it will never stop.

The fourth-grade magic weapon could not withstand such repeated blows. Ruyi finally broke and made a soft sigh-like sound. Shen Shang did not care. He threw away half of the magic weapon in his hand and grabbed a bronze mirror from the Qiankun bag. As for whether he could block the ice sword, he didn't know anything about it, and he didn't care much about it. "Look at your own appearance, even without clothes, you don't mind being ugly..."

The ice sword struck, and with just one strike, the bronze mirror turned into pieces. It was only an auxiliary magic weapon, without all the wonderful benefits of the main magic weapon. This time, Shen Shang's arms were not only numb, but his whole body seemed to be... A shield taller than him hit him and flew backwards from the beast monster's shoulder.

Only then did Shen Shang see more battle scenes: the monsters were falling down in droves, and the demon pills could only withstand a few attacks from the ice sword. They just dug a few small holes in Bingkui's body, and they were already Loss of protective capabilities.

Blood was flying in the air along with the ice sword, and the falling snow was stained red before it even landed. The ice warriors were no longer translucent. The blood stains were their clothes and their armor.

The monsters in the rear are stepping on the corpses and crowding forward, eager to welcome their own death. Shen Shang can't tell whether this is bravery or stupidity.

He also saw the brocade cluster between the two beast monsters. Fan Wang was short and managed to avoid the ice sword. The heavy hammer hit him like thunder, but he was unable to stand alone and would soon be targeted by Bing Kui.

Shen Shang was caught by several pairs of arms and carried to the center of the camp. He couldn't move. His body seemed to be broken like a bronze mirror. He could only look at the sky and look at the dense snowflakes falling silently. They were still white. It won't take long for it to be contaminated by demon blood.

The eldest son Shen felt a deep sadness. He was not so sad when the news came that his father was possessed by a demon and died not long ago. He was not so sad when his mother was willing to accept the punishment of taking pills and eliminating thoughts in order to save her brother who was possessed by the demon. He was not so sad when he heard that When the Ancestor Peak where he had lived since childhood collapsed, he was only regretful, not sad.

The Taoist priests all know what they are doing and are ready no matter whether they are facing life or death, but what about the demon clan? They were hunted down and sacrificed by strong men. They lived in fear all the time, and had to force themselves to muster up their fighting spirit when facing death.

Shen Shang felt sad because he was just an inhaled Taoist priest and could not save himself or the demon clan that was rushing to death.

He fell to the ground. The monsters were rushing in all directions in groups, and the high ground in the middle was already empty.

After a while, Shen Shang stood up on his own, climbed to the highest point, and looked around.

There is blood everywhere, the blood of the demon clan, and death comes cleanly, with just one sword. More than a hundred bodies of Ice King fell down, but there was no explosion. The gap was immediately blocked by other Ice King. They stepped on the corpses and moved forward step by step. There was no expression on their faces even when they fell.

Shen Shang took out more magic weapons, including copper bells, copper seals, precious orbs... he used them all as weapons, throwing them around in circles, still shouting: "Come on, take the blood, this It is something you will never have. You will not die because you have never lived..."

Slowly, he no longer knew what he was talking about, but he still refused to be idle, and the magic weapon was thrown away. He grabbed the soil and ice and snow from the ground, clenched it into a ball and threw it out, hitting it every time. Shout out excitedly.

Suddenly he froze, looking past the demon clan, Xue Wu and Bing Kui to the south, "Hey, we really have reinforcements."

No one heard his voice. Everyone was still fighting bloody battles, regardless of life or death, let alone reinforcements.

"Mu Xingqiu! Demon Master! This brat is not dead, he is back, he is here to fight, he is here to greet death! Hurry up, this is a first-come, first-served feast, if you are late, there will only be leftovers!"

The demons finally heard Shen Shang's hoarse shouting. Those who were fighting were still fighting, but the demons behind were looking around. The demon master was the strongest among them. Even if his arrival could not lead to victory, it would still arouse stronger emotions. Fighting spirit.

Mu Xingqiu came and ran all the way, as if the front was not a battlefield, but really a feast as Shen Shang described.

He also held two swords in his hands like Bing Kui. The swords were not long, and compared with Bing Kui's weapons, they were not even as good as two embroidery needles.

The two Bingkui left the besieging team and marched toward their target with long strides. Their bodies and swords were covered in blood.

Mu Xingqiu finally caught up. He ran over as fast as he could and cast the seventh-level illusion from a distance. He still couldn't enter the eighth level and couldn't break through the spell confinement created by the Star Shifting Array, but the illusion could speed him up. The most important thing is to make the two drops of mucus in the palm of your hand undergo the desired changes.

The mucus once carried him through a hard cave wall, but now it turned into two thin daggers, which felt the strong fighting spirit in Mu Xingqiu's heart.

Mu Xingqiu jumped up high and slashed at a huge ice king with two daggers at the same time.

The dagger collided with the ice sword without any pause, and went down like a piece of tissue paper. The ice sword broke, followed by Bing Kui's head and body. The two daggers divided Bing Kui into three parts. It was easier for a strong man to chop wood with an axe.

"Haha, that's right, let the big ice cubes taste the feeling of being chopped down!" Shen Shang laughed loudly. In his laughter, the second ice cube also fell down, but these two Bingkui exploded at the same time, wrapping Mu Xingqiu in a thick ice shell.

"Everyone turn to the south and join the demon master!" Shen Shang ordered loudly that more demon clans must share the ice blast with Mu Xingqiu, otherwise, even if Mu Xingqiu can break free from the ice, he will lose time.

Sure enough, Mu Xingqiu froze there for a while, and Shen Shang kept giving orders, running down the high ground, pushing and pulling, making all the monsters change directions.

By the time Mu Xingqiu broke free from the ice, more Bingkui had given up on the demon clan and came towards him.

Mu Xingqiu jumped up again. He knew that there must be Zhou Qi's spy somewhere in the sky. He didn't want to hide it, just to let Zhou Qi see his killing.

Following the group of ice leaders, the demon tribe also rushed over. Suddenly, this was no longer a battle to the death. The demons had hope and purpose. They began to believe that even if they died on the battlefield, they would still be alive. There will be a proper burial, instead of becoming a sacrifice for the changing stars.

The demons rushed forward, some even faster than Bing Kui.

Mu Xingqiu landed on the chest of a Bingkui and stabbed his sword into the chest, hitting the seed inside.

The Bingkui exploded. This time, the demon clan and Mu Xingqiu shared the responsibility. He quickly broke free, pulled out his dagger, and jumped towards the other Bingkui.

He kept jumping, beheading, and being frozen, over and over again, but his blood was getting hotter and hotter. He wanted to kill to show the demons, to let them know that hope was still there, and he wanted to kill to the gods. The Taoist priest looked and let Zhou Qi know that he would definitely keep the appointment.

The attraction of death suddenly weakened. The monsters who had been rushing to face the Bingjian to seek death were now rushing to live. They surrounded Bingkui in groups, pushing, kicking, and biting Bingkui. Kui was busy chasing Mu Xingqiu, who was jumping around, and ignored the danger at his feet. In other words, Zhou Qi, who was hiding outside the battlefield and using magic to check everything, ignored the demon clan and just wanted to catch and kill Mu Xingqiu. Because he recognized it as a challenge and couldn't wait for the promised fight.

Mu Xingqiu became braver and faster as he fought. He knew that Bald Man was still waiting for him in the north.

The changes in the mucus already allowed him to guess what the bald man had secretly left for him.