I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

The merchants quickly formed a circle and stood guard with swords and guns.

The leader shouted loudly: "You monster, get out of here!"

"I'm here..."

The voice was sweet, and from far to near, a female figure floated over.

The woman had a pretty face, and she was clearly the yellow-skinned spirit who had just escaped.

The clothes are thin and flying in the air, inevitably revealing indescribable places.

"Emboli, black dog blood!"

The leader was sweating on his forehead. He took a leather bag from his companion, unscrewed the stopper and squeezed it hard.

Bah!

A stream of black blood spurted everywhere, and the gorgeous palace became fishy.

"A mere mortal ant dares to be so rampant!"

The woman's hands turned into white-haired animal claws, with jet-black nails more than a foot long. She jumped and flashed, digging towards the leader's heart.

"drink!"

The merchants shouted in unison, gathered their strength, and slashed at the woman with their swords and spears.

With a stabbing sound, the woman broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

"ah--"

The merchant named Shuanzi screamed, and a half-foot-long stab wound appeared on his back.

"Illusion is an illusion. Don't do it easily!"

The leader is well-informed and reminds him loudly.

"Chacha..."

A strange laughter sounded, and the woman who had just been broken into several pieces appeared again floating around in the hall.

"You all must die, especially you..."

The woman looked at the leader bitterly and swore: "I will take out your heart, chew it up and swallow it in one bite!"

After the words fell, another attack came over. The merchants learned from the past and no one dared to slash at will. They watched the sharp claws leave a few bloody marks on their companions.

The yellow-skinned spirit fights head-on, but is no better than the tigers and wild wolves.

It's a pity that we are in an illusion, where it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and difficult to predict reality.

What the merchant saw, felt, and heard might be false. The sword and spear clearly hit the empty spot, and his companion was wounded by the sword, and he was even more helpless.

"This is real……"

"Fake, fake, this time it's fake!"

"The pillar is injured, be careful!"

The leader held the hatchet tightly and kept reciting the mantra of meditation taught in the torturer's story. He took out the paper from his arms and flipped it over to find a way to break the illusion.

Zhou Yi and Du Si hid in the corner. The merchants subconsciously thought that they were powerless, so Huang Pizijing also solved the difficult merchants first.

Du Si was holding the book box and shivering. Seeing that the businessman was injured, he wanted to step forward to help.

"Don't move, there is someone next to you."

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with aura, the illusion was useless to him, and the thunder talisman in his hand was ready to be activated at any time.

The merchants relied on the various folk methods recorded in "The Punisher's Theory" to be able to deal with ordinary ghosts and spirits, and they were still no match for monsters that were skilled in illusions or proficient in magic.

At this time, Zhou Yi was hiding in the dark, and there was no problem with their lives. It was better to practice fighting against the demon clan, and gain more experience when they met alone in the future.

Zhou Yi is not a noble saint. It is difficult for him to sacrifice himself for others and devote himself to fighting for the prosperity of the human race.

On the premise of not endangering his life, he is willing to do something for his fellow humans so that they will be less harmed by demons.

For example, the yellow-skinned spirit in front of him is barely at the ninth level and is not qualified to enter the C-word prison. Zhou Yi can kill him with one strike at any time and save Xing Shang.

But if we are saved today, there will be no Zhouyi tomorrow. How can the merchants save themselves?

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them how to fish.

To save the world and save people does not necessarily mean fighting against the heaven and earth, but should also spread disaster relief and evacuation methods so that people have the ability to save themselves.

When writing "The Punisher's Theory", Zhou Yi had this vague idea. Now that he has seen and heard along the way and knows that many people have survived because of this book, the idea in his mind has become clearer.

"It is almost a delusion for ordinary people to defeat the great demon. Practicing martial arts and Taoism is not only about the skills, but also the law and the land of wealth and wealth are indispensable. The great demon and even the demon king have their own courts and demon slayers to suppress them, and ordinary people rarely encounter them, and they harm people. More of a low-level third-grade demon."

"Tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves use their strength to kill people, so you need to develop your courage to fight."

"Vulpes, ghosts, and monsters use illusions to deceive people, so you need to practice your mind's eye perception."

The Book of Changes observed the fight between Hong Shang and Huang Pizi Jing, combined with the memory fragments of demons searching for souls, to think about ways for ordinary people to restrain demons and ghosts.

There may be people in the world who understand demons better than Zhou Yi, but there are only a few.

The aloof immortal Buddha can easily kill demons and protect a party, but he will not go out of his way to search the soul to check the memory of the demon, let alone think about how to eliminate the demon from a mortal perspective.

"Go back to the Demon Slaying Department and experiment with more demons. There will always be a way..."

When Zhou Yi was thinking about it, something changed again.

唳——

Huang Pizijing seemed to have had enough fun, and a scream pierced his membranes, making people dizzy.

Taking this opportunity, she dug her claws into the leader's eyes. In a short time, she had already figured out the core of the trader. If the leader died, the remaining people would be greatly reduced in fighting spirit.

Zhou Yi was about to activate the thunder talisman to kill the monster, when suddenly a deafening roar was heard in the illusion.

"Monster! Die!"

The sound was like thunder, and the illusion palace was full of cracks, like a broken mirror, revealing the appearance of a broken mountain temple.

Rumble——

Thunder came through the cracks.

A black light appeared out of thin air, tearing apart the illusory palace and nailing it to the void.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

The illusory palace collapsed and returned to the mountain temple.

The wind howled and the rain fell rapidly.

A figure stood at the temple door. The head of the door was shorter than him, and his waist was half a foot wider than the door frame. His face was covered with black hair, and he looked like a bear.

The "Human Bear" lowered his head, turned sideways, and squeezed into the temple.

It was only through the firelight that he could see clearly that the person was wearing black armor, his hair was randomly tied into a ball, and his face was covered with beard, and only half of his dark face could be seen.

On one side of his waist is a sword more than two palms wide, on the other side hangs an iron bow, and on his back are seven or eight iron spears. It can be said that he is armed to the teeth.

"Hero, where did you come from?"

The leader only felt that this person was more dangerous than the yellow-skinned spirit.

The visitor ignored him, walked to the back wall of the mountain temple, and pulled out the iron spear nailed to the wall.

Everyone looked along and saw the yellow-skinned spirit hanging on the iron spear shaft, already lifeless.

Zhou Yi noticed the sign on the visitor's waist and took the initiative to step forward and cup his hands: "Demon Slayer Division, Clerk of the Ministry of Things, Zhou Yi."

"Um?"

The visitor's eyes lit up and his voice buzzed: "Devil-killing captain, Yan Chixiao!"

Zhou Yi used his spiritual eyes to check and found that Yan Chixiao's strength had reached the realm of refining Qi. Unfortunately, his aura was turbid and mixed, and filled with evil spirits. It was impossible to condense into a Yin Shen, and his cultivation path was almost cut off.

When the merchants heard about the Demon Slayer Division, they immediately felt relieved. Instead of being afraid, they praised him for being a hero who could slay demons and slay demons.

With such a size, it would be easy to tear apart tigers, leopards, and jackals, but even monsters would be frightened if they encountered it.

The leader took out the herbs and bandaged the injured companion to stop the bleeding. However, the scratched area turned purple and black, and he tried several detoxification methods, but none worked.

"This monster's poison is easy to cure."

Yan Chixiao pulled off the yellow leather essence from the barrel of the gun, took out the dagger and chopped off the head and tail, slashed several times on the limbs, and tore it apart with his hands, leaving only more than a foot of flesh and blood on the demon body.

The demon body was stuck on the tip of the spear and rolled and roasted on the bonfire.

"call--"

Yan Chixiao breathed out the fire, and the wind whistled, as if a big bellows had been added, and the fire was instantly blazing.

While roasting and smearing oil, soon the aroma of meat wafted from the mountain temple, and the color of the monster's body turned golden.

Yan Chixiao couldn't help but licked his lips, swallowed, and handed the iron spear to the merchant leader.

"If you are poisoned, share it and eat it. You will be fine soon."

"Thank you, thank you, sir."

The leader thanked him repeatedly and subconsciously took the iron spear. His arms sank and he almost fell to the ground.

An iron spear measuring only four to five feet weighs more than a hundred kilograms.

The poisoned merchant ate some of the barbecued yellow skin essence, and his purple-black wounds gradually turned red, and his breathing became calmer.

"Captain Yan, please sit down."

Zhou Yi said: "Thank you, Captain, for saving my life."

"With a little effort, it is your duty to slay demons."

Yan Chixiao sat cross-legged next to the fire, and was actually two inches taller than Du Si standing.