The Last Train to Hell

Originally, I could only bounce these spirits away, but now I can even cut off their arms at will, or even split them in two.

I don’t know if it’s because the sword is too powerful, or if Broken Eyebrow is really weak in dealing with the spirits.

However, I am very happy that I have the upper hand.

It is better to have the upper hand than to be passive. Maybe it is because I can see that the spirits he summoned are far from being the opponent of me and Broken Eyebrow.

We are much stronger than he thought.

The priest showed a struggle on his face, and finally I saw him cut his palm, and blood flowed into the colorful cross.

That very eye-catching cross, after being moistened by blood, shines even more brilliantly.

It flashed a dazzling brilliance, and then floated above the secret room.

The light of the cross shone on the head of every spirit.

The spirits showed an expression of enjoyment, and even those spirits that were killed stood up from the ground.

The arms of the spirits with broken arms were restored as before.

What is this, a healing technique?

When I was reading novels, I saw the existence of healing in the Western mythology system more than once.

But this was my first time to come into contact with it.

The spirits and ghosts basically returned to normal, and the efforts that Duanmei and I had just made were equivalent to useless efforts.

This made me a little discouraged, but I could accept it.

I knew very well that healing was a big consumption for the priest.

When he summoned these spirits just now, there was no change on his face.

At this moment, his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was not as white as paper, but it was almost that way.

The situation should not be so passive, I comforted myself in my heart.

Then I continued to fight with the spirits and ghosts with the sword in my hand.

What surprised me was that the strength of these spirits not only returned to normal, but even reached a higher level.

It was even able to bounce the sword in my hand, but I was not the same person just now.

The power of the sword in my hand seemed to be gradually awakening.

If I was not mistaken, the Qingping sword in Duanmei's hand was also like this, and the two of us were not at a disadvantage.

Lin Hualong stood aside, with a strange expression on his face.

I thought he was hesitating, but he came to my side without paying attention.

Seeing his raised arm, I thrust the sword in my hand without thinking.

When the sword passed through his body, there was no pause, and it went straight through his chest and pierced him.

I didn't expect it to be like this, I thought he would dodge the sword.

After the sword pierced Lin Hualong, I didn't even know what to do next.

I watched Lin Hualong smile at me, and bright red blood flowed from his mouth, and then I saw him raise his hand.

He used all his strength to swing it towards the top of my head. I don't know why, I didn't dodge at all, just looked at him.

As his hand passed over my head, I heard something above my head and made a strange cry.

When I turned around, I found that it was a monster in red clothes, who was knocked to the ground by Lin Hualong.

So he didn't come to hurt me, but to save me.

I suddenly let go of the sword in my hand, and tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of my eyes. How could this happen?

I really wanted to ask Lin Hualong why he came here, and why he cared about me.

If he didn't come, I wouldn't necessarily be hurt by this thing.

He suddenly rushed over just now, isn't this looking for death?

The sword in my hand didn't give me time to react at all, and pierced him directly.

Seeing him spitting blood, I knew he would definitely not survive.

Even if there is a glimmer of hope, he must be sent to the hospital for rescue immediately.

But in this situation, is the priest willing to give way to us?

Will he let us leave?

Definitely not, unless we can give up the Qingping Sword and leave with Lin Hualong alone.

But compared with the lives of thousands of ordinary people in China, which one is more important, his life or the lives of thousands of ordinary people in China?

I know what the overall situation is, and I can tell which one is more important.

So, neither me nor Duanmei can put down the sword in our hands for him, give up resistance, just to send him to the hospital in time.

To gain a glimmer of hope.

And I think even if we send him to the hospital now, we may not be able to save his life.

"You must stay alive and bring the Qingping Sword back to China. We must not let the Western mythology system replace the Chinese mythology system, otherwise China will have no past."

When Lin Hualong spoke, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. Perhaps he thought a lot when he saw me and Duanmei fighting the spirit.

Finally, he realized what he had done.

Is this a sudden awakening?

But it is obvious that he is not the murderer behind the scenes. There may be many people like him in the hands of the murderer behind the scenes.

He asked Duanmei and I to bring the Qingping Sword back to China and must not let the Chinese mythology system be replaced by the Western mythology system.

All I can do now is to promise him.

"I will, I will, you..."

I choked and couldn't speak.

After the Taoists die, there is no chance of reincarnation.

And he died in a foreign country. The mythology system here is completely different from that of China, and it is even a hostile relationship.

This means that it is impossible for him to be reincarnated and there is no next life.

So he wouldn't tell me that he would watch me and watch me carry forward the Chinese mythology system.

He didn't say that he wanted to watch me become an excellent member of the Dao Sect.

He couldn't speak anymore, and he was about to take his last breath.

Normally, if I were an absolutely rational person, I should pull out the sword stuck in his chest at this moment.

Then I would fight with the spirits, and I couldn't give up the fight even with grief.

But I seemed to be stupid at this moment, watching him crying non-stop.

Let Duanmei deal with all the spirits alone.

Fortunately, Duanmei's skills were good. He was fighting with a group of spirits at this moment, and he even had to protect me without revealing any flaws.

He didn't give the spirits any chance to take advantage of him.

When Lin Hualong fell down, I pulled out the sword from his chest uncontrollably.

I fought with the spirits again, and the spirits that I originally felt a little tired were no longer defeated in one move in my hands.

The bloodstains on the sword were like Lin Hualong's gaze at me.

I approached the priest with Broken Eyebrow without leaving any trace.

When there was only two meters between us, I suddenly patted Broken Eyebrow on the back and ran forward two steps.

I pushed away the ghost that was approaching, and then stabbed the sword into the priest's stomach.

He probably didn't expect that I would move so quickly.