"Master, is there really a demon on Yantan Mountain?"
Deeper in the dense forest, the young and old were walking one behind the other half an hour after Zao Lingchu and his disciples entered.
When the evil wind blew by, the young man's eyebrows froze, and a layer of undisguised anger appeared in his eyes.
All evil spirits must die.
The old man looked at the age-inappropriate anger in the young man's eyes and sighed, "I can feel a demonic aura. There must be demons on Yantan Mountain."
"Then kill this monster!" The young man's eyes were cold. Under the cloth behind his back, as his voice fell, a golden light flashed as if in agreement.
The old man's eyes slightly glanced at the cloth bag behind the young man. This young man was a child he saved when he passed by a village.
The village where the boy lived had a population of 169, old and young. Except for the boy who was still a child who was hidden in the stove, the remaining 168 people did not survive.
The boy, who was still a child at the time, witnessed his relatives and friends being swallowed up one by one by huge monsters wrapped in black mist.
The old man is a monk and an exorcist who walks around the world.
His sect has been dedicated to exterminating demons and helping the world for generations. In particular, he has inherited an evil-killing sword, which drinks countless demon blood. He will kill demons whenever they encounter them, and has achieved great fame.
But it has been passed down to the old man's generation and has gradually declined. The old man is the only one who is still active in exterminating demons.
In the old man's sect, only those who were recognized by the Evil-Zhusking Sword and whose cultivation reached above the Golden Elixir could hold the Evil-Zhusking Sword, wear the seven-star robe, and become the new leader.
But now the old man's cultivation level is only as high as building the foundation, and he is already the highest cultivation level in the sect. He has no choice but to become the leader and travel around the world.
But the boy who was still young at that time, and even temporarily speechless because of witnessing the tragedy, was actually able to be recognized by the Evil Killing Sword, and his cultivation qualifications were very outstanding.
Without hesitation, the old man accepted the young man as his disciple, and even gave the young man the Evil Killing Sword.
Unsurprisingly, in just four years, the young man has reached the middle stage of Qi training.
Relying on the Evil Killing Sword, when facing evil spirits, it is no problem to kill the evil spirits in the late stage of Qi training.
However, the old man looked at the young man. As his cultivation level increased and the number of demons killed increased, the young man's violent aura became stronger and stronger.
For a moment, the old man didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
The stronger his anger became, the more skillful the young man became when facing evil spirits, never hesitating, which was a good thing.
In the face of evil, we must never be soft-hearted or hesitate. This is a lesson left with blood by our predecessors.
However, the old man looked up at the darkening sky and suddenly felt a little sad.
He has been killing monsters and suppressing evil all his life, but he is becoming more and more confused. Do all evil spirits deserve to die?
He once asked his master back then, what was his master's answer?
"Ask your heart."
Yes, ask your heart.
Your heart will give you the answer.
His spiritual consciousness was touched, and the old man suddenly came back to his senses. His eyes suddenly burst into sharpness from the calm, and a long light pierced the sky from the Bagua mirror hanging on his waist.
The Bagua Mirror, which originally looked plain and simple, seemed to have wiped away the dirt on the surface, blooming with brilliant golden brilliance. On the mirror surface, the Nine Bagua Palaces floated out with golden light, exuding an ancient and awe-inspiring atmosphere.
The golden light shot through the air toward the dense forest above the old man. As the golden light broke through the air, the floating Eight Trigrams Nine Palaces above the Bagua Mirror rotated, and a golden spiritual shield instantly enveloped the master and the disciple. stand up.
At the same time, the boy who was still immersed in the anger also reacted instantly. The Evil-Zhuying Sword wrapped in cloth behind his back made a buzzing sound, golden light burst out, and the cloth wrapped in the Evil-Zhuying Sword was easily bounced away. , falling to the ground.
The scabbard made of black stone was revealed, as well as bits of golden light leaking from between the scabbard and the hilt.
The young man drew his sword with his backhand. The blade of the sword was not shiny, but stained with specks of blood, making it look ferocious and terrifying.
However, the aura that overflowed from the sword revealed awe-inspiring righteousness and indomitable sharpness.
The golden light shot through the air, penetrating through the dense branches above the master and apprentice, shaking off countless branches and leaves, and at the same time, it also brought a rapid sound of flapping wings.
"Pullingleng!"
The sound of rapidly flapping wings was particularly prominent among the swaying of branches and leaves.
The old man and the young man looked up at the same time, and saw a black and white shadow flickering among the dark green branches and leaves in the darkening sky.
The young man's eyes darkened, his wrist turned and pressed, and the golden awe-inspiring sword energy of the Evil-Destroying Sword in his hand shot out across the air and struck down towards the black and white shadow.
The black and white shadow that had just landed on the branch and had not yet stabilized hurriedly fluttered its wings and flew up again.
But the sword light coming out of the Evil Killing Sword seemed to be filled with intelligence. It turned a corner in mid-air and struck from behind the black and white shadow.
The sword light of the Evil Killing Sword was too fast, and it seemed to have an innate restraint against evil spirits. The black and white shadow's soaring movements froze slightly.
But this pause, which lasted only half a breath, was enough for the light of the Evil Killing Sword to catch up with the black and white shadow.
The black and white shadow didn't seem to be panicking. Instead, it spread its wings and half-bent, as if wrapping itself in the wings. Then it quickly rotated towards the sword light, turning into a black and white stream of light, heading towards the face. superior.
The black and white flowing light and the golden sword light collided in mid-air, and they were both stunned. Then the black and white flowing light flew out upside down, while the sword light of the Evil Killing Sword shattered directly and turned into countless broken lights.
The expressions of the old man and the young man changed at the same time.
The moment the old man saw the black and white shadow, he realized that the demon in front of him was not lower than himself, and even much higher.
This was the first time for the young man to see a demon actually choose to bear the sword light of the Evil Killing Sword, and it seemed to be unscathed.
He has killed countless monsters with his sword, and has natural restraint against them.
Moreover, the sword body of the Evil Killing Sword is forged from Jiutian Haoran Stone, which is famous for destroying evil. It is the best for restraining evil spirits.
For Yaoxie, the Evil Killing Sword is an extremely sharp sword of death.
Just when the two masters and disciples looked wary, and even had the idea that this would be a deadly battle, they were a little tempted to take advantage of the situation.
The black and white shadow flying upside down, without the continuous attacks from the master and the apprentice, stopped safely on a branch. new
This pause finally revealed the true face of the black and white shadow.
A black and white, small and exquisite swift.
A pair of round eyes, as black as black pearls, looked straight at the master and apprentice. The spread wings were very long and narrow. With a slight flicker, a black swallow feather with light cyan fluttered down.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
