"This method is absolutely secretive."
Afraid that I might not be able to remember the scene that might contain secrets, I took out a pen and paper and started sketching.
Moubai is very confident in his painting skills, after all, he is at the level of a master.
The little hand was painting vigorously, half of the head of a chicken coop was exposed from the door frame behind him, with dry white beard and hair and a loose face. He was a half-assed mad Taoist priest, staring at the slender back in the hall and hesitated to speak.
Bai Yujun turned around.
"Is something wrong?"
The old Taoist was so frightened that his laughter was worse than his tears.
"Shang...shangxian, there are...there are many, many evil spirits attacking, as high as the tower, countless..."
Everyone in the courtyard saw the evil ghosts from hell coming like a tide. Not to mention ordinary mortals, even the few monks who were wandering in the fairy world were so frightened that their faces turned ugly. If it hadn't been for the inexplicable pressure and oppression that caused serious injuries, they would have run away.
Moubai was immediately happy when he heard that the evil ghost was coming. Well, the evil ghost was so timid that he dared to fight with the mythical beast.
If it weren't for the transformation of heaven and the hiding of divine beasts, there would be nothing to do with ghosts.
Finished in a few quick strokes.
The old Taoist's eyes blurred and he saw that the hall was empty. Where was the girl?
The crazy Taoist lay with his butt on the door frame and looked around. Bai Yujun had already appeared in the yard, flashed again, walked through the crowd and stood outside the door, facing the black evil ghost rumbling towards him, his expression unchanged, slightly bored.
In the distance, dense black and red hell demons are running in a crowd, accompanied by rising flames, mixed with many evil objects several feet high. Every time they land, countless demons are trampled to death, and countless bloody mouths flutter saliva...
From the sight of everyone in the courtyard, the lonely figure outside the temple gate, which is not wide, looks thin...
The screen is raised and looking down, in front of the small ancient temple, tens of thousands of dark and chaotic evil ghosts and evil things are approaching quickly.
Bai Yujun raised his right hand.
Thumbs up, spin down.
Breathe in.
The tall dragon-shaped aura above his head also inhales, standing proudly!
The dragon roars in the sky!
"Ho~!"
He opened his mouth and roared fiercely.
The dragon-shaped aura stretches its head forward and tilts its head slightly, opens its ferocious mouth and roars, with wind and thunder surging.
A circle of ripples visible to the naked eye spread rapidly, and the ghosts and evil spirits passed by the dragon's roar were annihilated. Looking forward from behind the dense group of evil ghosts, one could see that the running evil ghosts were annihilated backwards in a line, and none of them was spared. They were turned into ashes and drifted. Now The certain Bai is not the novice he used to be.
The dragon's roar continued to sweep towards the end of the horizon, leaving an empty space behind.
Bai Yujun curled her lips and felt bored.
"Haha, you are a bunch of professional noobs, you can't even play the piano."
He disappeared in an instant and returned to the hall to study and ponder. Perhaps he had forgotten that there was a group of people in the courtyard.
Lying in the corner, he groaned and rubbed his head, feeling that the injury was less painful. He thought that the injury was not serious, but in fact, he was lucky enough to see a real dragon.
They, the refugees, were not like those monks who accidentally offended the dragon and would naturally receive good fortune.
The immortal cultivators who had previously regarded the refugees as ants were silent, knowing in their hearts that they were afraid of encountering extremely terrifying beasts today. Their roars were incomparable to humans. Moreover, a single roar could kill countless evil spirits, even if the masters of the family came, it would be useless. , Whoever comes kneels.
Inadvertently, Moubai scared these monks into self-isolation...
The mad Taoist priest and Baotou were thinking about what to do next. Suddenly, their eyes became bright.
My whole body felt warm, and I saw shadows on the ground.
It is bright?
People looked up in panic and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds above their heads in disbelief. It was really sunny! The gray that had been weighing on our heads for a long time dissipated, and the sun once again filled the earth!
Crying with joy, the refugees had endured so much suffering and finally looked forward to the sunshine...
Inside the main hall.
Check the sketch and image again to make sure everything is correct.
"What exactly is this?"
Like a map or a mountain peak, searching the memory does not reveal any relevant information.
Bai Yujun felt that this picture must be of great use.
No matter when the stone wall was built, the information left behind must have a purpose. You must know that her ability to look at the past and the future was inherited from that person. She must have seen some big events in the future. Maybe the time has not come yet, and she will use it later. Get.
He put away the sketch, scratched his head, and simply took the stone wall back to his own world for preservation.
When the stone wall was taken away, the ancient well in the backyard suddenly returned to normal, and the special magnetic field surrounding the ancient temple completely dissipated, no longer providing protection.
Put away the paper umbrella and cross the high threshold.
The thin old man and the other monks all took a step back and looked at Bai Yujun with fearful eyes.
"senior……"
They were afraid of the moody beasts, so they ate it in one bite.
Bai Yujun glanced indifferently, too lazy to pay attention, and only said one word.
"roll."
Concise, concise and easy to understand.
The words "Rolling" were so loud that the skinny old man's seven orifices were bleeding, and there was a muffled groan in the carriage. He seemed to be as steady as a mountain, but in fact he was seriously injured and paralyzed. It was useless to hold back the anger in his heart. Forced by the reality, he did not dare to resist at all. At this moment, they did not have any resistance at all. I don’t want to anger the beast either.
The demon horse's legs were weak and unable to float, so the guards simply braced themselves for the injury, lifted the carriage, and ran away.
Bai Yujun looked back at the ancient temple and raised her hand to tie her long hair into a ponytail.
Bend your knees slightly and use your strength to trigger a sonic boom!
A roaring sound pierced the sky, and in the blink of an eye it was already in the sky. After disappearing into the clouds, it still kept flying at high speed, cutting through the clouds and fog.
The ghosts on the ground below were wiped out, and wherever they passed, the ground seemed to be plowed by invisible mysterious forces...
…
Hellfire rages.
Black and red flames burned all life, and evil spirits crawled out of the cracks in hell.
There is a small piece of pure land in the flames.
The monk's clothes were shabby and full of patches. The old Hui Xian with an old and compassionate face stood in front of the fiery red crack. The snake demon boy held his sword in front of him dutifully. The little stone stood beside him with gritted teeth. On the left and right sides were the green spirit and the iron ball carrying the wine worm. The tall and long-faced king only wore a mandarin jacket, revealing his exaggerated muscles, and stood behind him with his arms folded across his chest.
Zhuquan Temple is composed like a mountain.
The flames are raging, and the cracks are densely packed with evil spirits, struggling, wailing, and trying to climb up to the world. Zhuquan Temple is an insurmountable chasm in front of you.
Suddenly, the fire of hell burned violently and approached fiercely!
The snake boy took a step forward with his right foot, bent his knees, and thrust the knife into the ground.
"Protect!"
The sword energy exploded to drive back the fire of hell.
The long-faced king frowned, and the flames were blazing in the endless red and black cracks, and there was horror creeping up...
With a booming sound, a large mummy with a cattail leaf fan climbed up with its claws, digging its claws into the ground hard, followed by a second claw and an evil ghost's head with half of its head missing, with no eyes and only a mouth left. The thin body was propped up by its claws and crawled. Go to the human world!
"Oh~ What a delicious breath of life, wow~ this is the human world~"
The ugly mummy was hunched over, not paying attention to the snake demon boy but looking directly at old Huixian.
Grinning, making a smile.
"Jie Jie~ This old monk, we finally meet."
The corners of Lao Huixian's mouth twitched and he clasped his hands together.
"Excellent, the donor should go back and forth from where he came."
The skinny evil ghost grinned and staggered a few steps forward. The hell fire around him became more intense, constantly compressing the space for Zhuquan Temple and his party to move.
Open your arms in a hug.
"Old monk, there are too many hell cracks in the world. You can't stop tomorrow if you block it today. Take a few more looks. There will never be a human world again! Jie Jie Jie~"
Iron Ball rolled his eyes and muttered that the bull was blown to the sky, raised his glass, and the wine worm vomited a glass full of wine.
A glass of strong wine enters the throat, feeling comfortable all over.
"Looks like there's no more talk. Let's take action and let this thing know that the world is dangerous."
Pull out your swords and make a beautiful flower.
Little Shitou, who could no longer hold back, gritted his teeth and roared, causing Shi Xin's eyes to glow red.
The tall, muscular and long-faced king twisted his neck, showed his hairy arms, and clenched his fists.
Qing Ling drew his sword, and the sharp cold blade reflected the flames of hell.
Old Huixian sighed.
"For the common people."
As soon as the words fell, war broke out!
The scene at that moment seemed frozen, with a blood-red background.
The snake demon boy is the first to charge with a ring-shaped sword in his hand, with the little stone beside him, Iron Ball and Qing Ling on the left and right, and the long-faced king is the tallest, guarding Lao Huixian to face the evil ghosts of hell!
Opposite, the skinny mummy opened its mouth and roared, leading countless evil ghosts to attack!
The two sides were about to collide.
