I have a knife, I can kill monsters when I take it out of its sheath

All the men quickly stood up and grabbed the single sword beside them.

This time someone was smart and didn't put the knife where they had to roll around to get it.

"What's the matter, boss? Someone asked.

"Someone from the underworld is using the road. I hope you won't pass by the mountain temple." Gao Zhe looked worried.

Yin people use the way, and Yang people avoid it.

When the men heard this, their expressions changed drastically.

Someone glanced at Ji Chen, wondering if he had killed the mountain god to attract the Yin people.

Without saying a word, Ji Chen wiped the blade with a cloth and slowly returned it to its sheath.

He felt that there was something wrong with this mountain temple, and even with this whole world.

This is an intuition, and the problem should lie with the mountain gods and Yin people.

The sound of the suona got closer and closer, and everyone heard it.

"This is sad music!"

Everyone's expressions changed again, all kinds of musical instruments were played, and the suona was the king, either ascending to heaven or worshiping in the hall.

Of course, mourning does not mean worshiping in the church. There is only one possibility, either as a gift or as a gift.

Moreover, this suona sound seems to be coming to the mountain temple.

Suddenly, the door of the mountain temple suddenly opened, and the strong wind howled in with the wind and snow.

An extremely cold breath invaded the entire mountain temple.

In an instant, everyone felt like they were falling into an ice cellar, and the two burning bonfires were extinguished instantly.

Someone from Yin entered the temple, but no one could see him.

Ji Chen visualized the bright moon in his eyes, and the shadow of the moon appeared in his eyes. He saw clearly that they were a group of gray men, translucent, carrying a large black and white sedan.

There were more than twenty Yin people in this group, some holding soul-calling flags, some holding suonas, and some holding mourning sticks.

Judging from the appearance, this is a group of people welcoming the dead.

The so-called welcoming the dead refers to the messenger who welcomes the soul of the deceased and extradites it to the underworld.

No wonder ordinary people can't see them. Once they see them, it means you are dead.

It's just that Ji Chen is a little confused. They shouldn't do this. This is the responsibility of the City God. These Yin people are obviously not under the City God.

This group of Yin people completely ignored the existence of Ji Chen, Gao Zhe and others. They saw the two Yin people holding soul-summoning flags raising the soul-summoning flags in their hands, and an extremely weak soul appeared in the broken appearance of the mountain god. He was summoned and floated towards the sedan.

At this moment, Ji Chen drew his sword.

"Groan!"

An invisible knife wire shot out of the air, entangled the soul of the statue, rolled it back, and was held in Ji Chen's hand.

"Bold! How dare you interfere with our death? Give me a blow."

One of the Yin people was holding a mourning stick and swung the mourning stick towards Ji Chen.

The mourning stick is also called the soul-beating stick. Once the stick is struck, even if the soul does not fly away on the spot, it will end up as a ghost leaving the body.

Ji Chen visualized the bright moon in his hand, and a cluster of moonlight and cold fire condensed in Ji Chen's hand.

As he clapped his palm, the cold moonlight turned into a palm and hit the Yin man holding the mourning stick. The Yin man's body exploded like flour, and the cold moonlight fire burned instantly, instantly killing him. That sinister person burned everything.

Gao Zhe and a group of men stood aside and stared at this scene in shock.

Although they couldn't see the Yin people, they knew that Ji Chen was working with these Yin people.

Who is this scholar?

Even Yin people can do it.

At this time, one of the Yin people holding a suona spoke up, "What should I do if someone stops me from waiting for the Yin Division to do something?"

"Since a living person bumps into the Yin, it is like a foolish rabbit bumping into a tree. It is food given by God. It is necessary to seize the soul and soul and slave it into slavery." Another Yin person replied.

"The Yin people take advantage of the passage, and the Yang people avoid it. If the Yang people take the initiative to bump into them, they should attract their souls, seize their souls, and suppress them in the soul sail."

A group of Yin people discuss how to seduce Ji Chen's soul in front of Ji Chen and treat him as if he is nothing.

Ji Chen said, "Which city god are you under?"

"City God's Temple, what is that?" You Yin said coldly.

"Understood!" Ji Chen nodded, "If you don't return to the city god's command, then you are the spirit that roars in the mountains and forests."

"The people raised weapons to rebel, and the spirits and monsters gathered together to plot rebellion. A group of mandrills and monsters dared to impersonate the underworld and summon souls to meet their demise. This crime is equivalent to conspiracy to treason and should be punished!"

When the word "Zhu" was like a signal, all the Yin people moved at the same time, the Yin Qi swept and rolled in, the Yin wind howled, and the injustice spirits roared.

In an instant, the entire mountain temple changed, like a faded painting, instantly turning into black and white, with black and white ink.

The sudden and strange style of painting made Gao Zhe and other men feel a little uncomfortable. They felt as if they had stepped into an ink painting, and everyone became the characters in the ink painting.

"Go to Yin!"

After all, Gao Zhe was knowledgeable and had heard of walking in the yin world. The world in front of him seemed to be the same as the world in the yin world, black and white, somewhere between yin and yang.

"Groan!"

The sound of a knife whistling suddenly sounded, followed by the light of the knife and the harsh sound of the knife.

Ji Chen visualized the bright moon on the blade of the knife. The broken army blade was glowing with moonlight and cold fire. He followed the knife and took a step forward. The blade passed by, breaking the black and white picture in front of him. A cold light swept over one of the Yin people holding the soul sail. Pass.

Ji Chen walked away as soon as he touched it, without even looking at it. He turned the blade, stepped back and turned around to strike. A Yin man who sneaked up from behind was slashed in two by him. The cold fire of the moonlight on the blade was like maggots on the tarsal bones, burning on the Yin man's body.

Moonlight and cold fire are the only colors in this black and white world.

Ji Chen's blade turned again, cutting towards a place filled with ink mist. There was no sound, only a cold light flashed away.

In the mist, a Yin man was beheaded with a knife. The cold fire of the moonlight burned from the place where the head was severed, and burned out instantly.

Ji Chen drew his sword again, turned around and slashed without any warning, and a Yin man behind him who was about to get close to Ji Chen was beheaded.

The ink mist is getting thicker and thicker, and will soon fill the entire mountain temple. The originally black and white world will soon turn into a thick ink.

Gao Zhe and others had a sense of urgency. He had an intuition that once the mountain temple turned completely dark, a great terror would occur.

Ji Chen also noticed it. He plunged into the ink mist with his knife and killed everyone in all directions. There were moon shadows floating in his eyes, but the ink mist had no effect on him.

If an ordinary person encounters a Yin person, he may suffer a big loss, and even if he is born with it, he may not be able to get good things. Their fighting style is extremely weird and difficult for ordinary people to adapt to.

But Ji Chen was different. He could visualize the sun and the moon. Whether it was the cold fire of moonlight or the true fire of the sun, they were the nemesis of evil.

Ji Chen kept drawing out his sword, stepping forward, and his figure was erratic. He was even more weird and elusive than Yin Ren.

Every time the sword was swung, a Yin person was killed.

In just a moment, these Yin people were killed to pieces by Ji Chen.

Seeing that something was wrong, the remaining Yin people turned around and ran away. In a flash, they arrived at the entrance of the mountain temple and were about to disappear into the darkness outside.

"Groan!"

Dao Ming simply thought, how could the sword be extinguished when it suddenly brightened up? The upper half of the Yin man's body slid down diagonally, and was instantly burned to ashes by the cold fire of the moonlight.