Wang Huan crossed the pine forest and returned to the valley where pots and pans were stocked.
The demon was confident that he would get it back: "You made me wait so anxiously that I almost swallowed this kid because I was hungry."
Wang Huan asked angrily: "Where is Song Er?"
"Song Er? Ha, you have already entered my Five Zang Temple."
Wang Huan was furious, and he pointed at the iron sword like an arm, pointing at the demon.
The demon didn't panic at all. He slowly untied the hemp rope that bound Zhao Chan, grabbed his neck and lifted it up.
The demon smiled and said: "Throw your broken sword far away, or I will swallow him now."
"you……"
Zhao Chan struggled in pain.
"Again, drop the sword."
With a smile on his face, the demon quietly observed Wang Huan, who was having a hard time making a decision, to prevent him from rushing over regardless.
He is a cannibal without any calculation, but he likes to see the choices made by human beings when they are in dilemma. Only in this way can the good and evil in human nature be fully reflected and the taste be sweet.
Suddenly he felt that the arm holding Zhao Chan's neck was light and he turned his head in confusion.
The young man tightly grasped a peach branch that was more than three feet long.
The peach branches sprouted buds.
The muscular arm had been chopped off and fell to the ground, stained with mud.
While the demon was stunned, Zhao Chan, who had regained his freedom, spared no effort to rush towards Wang Huan, just like a tiger cub who had been lucky enough to bite a natural enemy.
Wang Huan was also stunned by Zhao Chan's move, but he recovered quickly, ran at full speed, and slashed at the demon with his iron sword.
"Alas, after eating people all the time, I taught you to peck me." The demon sighed helplessly as he watched the sword edge approaching.
It was just a sigh, not despair, as if it was not him who died.
The body split in half.
There was no blood at all, not even any internal organs, like a fish bladder with an empty skin.
The demon transformed back into Song Er's appearance.
"Boy, I'm going to turn you into a ghost, make you serve me day and night, and teach you not to be free at all!"
Along with the howling wind and the waves of pine waves, the voice of the demon came faintly.
Folks from the entire Shanniu Village appeared one after another. They were entangled in the smelly mist, their faces were ashen, the whites of their eyes were turned upside down, and they looked ghostly.
"I ate up Shanniu Village and turned them into ghosts. Didn't Wang Lishi want to eliminate all evil? He could kill them until their souls were gone."
The demon hid in the dark and laughed loudly: "Or they swallowed up all your yang energy and took advantage of me in vain."
Wang Huan looked around and said angrily: "The clown who only dares to hide, do you have the courage to show up and fight me to the death!"
"Reckless man!" the demon sneered, "I like to outwit you."
The entire Shanniu Village's tragic death pounced on Wang Huan and Zhao Chan.
Ignoring the demon hiding in secret, Wang Huan shouted: "Come here! That's a demon. It's poisonous. If you are infected with the poison, life will be worse than death!"
The villagers have all become scoundrels. If they are not killed now, they will definitely be in trouble in the future.
Wang Huan asked Zhao Chan to hide behind him, and he waved the iron sword, opening and closing the sword skills like a strong wind sweeping the wheat field, harvesting the demons who only obeyed the orders of the demon.
"Wang Lishi is indeed a monk in the high-grade body-forging realm. There are so many demons, but they can't do anything to you."
Wang Huan's sword killed one demon after another.
When a person dies, he may become a ghost. When a ghost dies, it is like a lamp going out.
The last ghost appearance is that of Mr. Li.
Wang Huan's hand holding the sword hilt trembled slightly.
These innocent people were devoured and mutilated by monsters and turned into ghosts. In the end, he personally killed these poor people until their souls were gone...
He raised his sword, but after all, he was half a beat too slow. In an instant, the evil spirit Old Zhang Li transformed into a demon with weird facial features, "Ha, I fell into the trap! I'm waiting for you to be soft-hearted."
The demon slapped the flying iron sword with one palm, its fingers like hooks, and was about to tear Wang Huan's throat out.
Zhao Chan, who had been hiding behind him, grabbed the young peach branch and chopped it at the moment the demon swatted the iron sword away.
After five years of practicing the basic sword skills day by day, when the time comes to use them, they will be at your fingertips.
What's more, lacquer pickers also pay attention to timing. Only when a lacquer tree is in the best season, the best environment, and the most suitable cutting edge on the lacquer tree can the most raw lacquer be harvested.
Zhao Chan is far more sensitive to timing than other paint pickers.
Whether it is the angle of the sword slash or the timing of the selection, it is the best choice.
Like boiling soup pouring snow, a finger as thick as a peach branch can easily cut off the demon's body.
Wang Huan was panting heavily, his arms were trembling, his tiger's mouth burst open, and blood was flowing out. He stared at the demon in disbelief and let the peach branch cut diagonally into two pieces from his chest.
His iron sword was enchanted by an expert from the county's demon-slaying department. Killing demons can be as easy as eating and drinking. Why should this peach branch that can be easily broken be anything else?
The wind blew away the smelly fog.
The real Mr. Li emerged, motionless, like a stone statue.
Wang Huan felt relieved and said hoarsely: "The demon is dead. Look, Mr. Li is there. When the evil master dies, the evil spirit turns into stone. The demon is really dead!"
Zhao Chan was still wary of his surroundings.
Wang Huan reluctantly picked up the iron sword, whispered his crime, and killed Mr. Li with one sword.
When he turned back, Zhao Chan clutched the peach branch tightly and stared at himself hesitantly. No, not only was he wary of him, the young man was wary of every plant and tree.
"My skills are good, I can even kill monsters. Alas, I didn't expect that the monster this time knew the art of transformation. I blame my low level for not being able to see through it." Wang Huan never mentioned the magic of Taozhi.
"I'm not a monster, I'm your brother Wang, and you want to earn fifteen copper coins!"
When Wang Huan mentioned the copper coins, Zhao Chan slowly let out a breath of turbidity.
Even so, he did not dare to relax completely.
"No, Sun He, who came secretly with us, should still be in the village!" Wang Huan suddenly remembered.
As soon as they left, the demon who was chopped in two by the peach branch turned into another person. This person was also a villager in Shanniu Village...
The village was deserted.
The two searched all over but found nothing. Sun He was not found.
"Sun He should go back to town." Wang Huan thought, it would be good if one less person died.
Zhao Chan suddenly asked: "By joining the Demon Slayer Division, will I be able to learn the great skills of slaying demons and slaying demons?"
“It’s not just about slaying demons, but it’s also possible to live a long life like a tortoise and a crane!”
Wang Huan's eyes were sad, and he deliberately smiled casually and said: "It saves me a lot of words, kill demons wherever there are demons, and slay demons wherever there are demons. Zhao Chan, welcome to join the Demon Slaying Division. The more demons we kill in the future, the better, for the sake of the fellow villagers." Revenge! Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!!"
Then he said: "The peach branch you hang on your waist must not let the outsiders in the town know about the supernatural power. I will also hide it for you."
Zhao Chan cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Wang."
A luminous treasure book can make Sun He salivate, not to mention a three-foot peach branch that is obviously not an ordinary thing.
Wang Huan is a strong man in the Demon Slaying Division. If he gets greedy, he can kill him and take away the peach branch, and then blame it on the demon.
The young man also understands the principle that an ordinary man is innocent and possessing a jade is a crime.
No matter what, he has to struggle to survive.
Wang Huan faced the night wind, his torn cloak with holes flying in the air: "Don't act like a child. If the demons in the world are not wiped out, the disasters in Shanniu Village will continue! We should regroup, forge ahead, and save everyone in the world. It’s our duty to the common people!”
After the two of them left the village and returned to the town, they had to ask other demon slayers and detectives to come to Shanniu Village to deal with the aftermath.
Zhao Chan, who was carrying an iron sword weighing more than 40 kilograms, was suddenly stunned.
He saw the yellowed ancient book in his mind again.
The first page you opened was full of cracks, and the demons outlined in it were still vivid and vivid, as if they would spring out to choose people to eat at the next moment.
"What's wrong?" Wang Huan helped Zhao Chan and asked solemnly.
"I'm probably frightened. Just rest for a while."
"Let's go sit on the side of the road."
Nearly a stick of incense.
Zhao Chan asked doubtfully: "Brother Wang, is the demon really dead?"
…
A Ping, who had a sword mark on his forehead, stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the monster with monkey eyebrows, dog eyes, ox ears, leopard nose, and tiger mouth.
Halfway up the mountain.
The demon took off the top head of Jingguan.
This head has a huge, ugly black mole on the left side of its face.
Thread the needle and thread and sew the head shut.
"The limbs...where did Old Man Li put his limbs?"
"here!"
A Ping frowned, looking down at the demon like a red girl.
When the "person" with intact limbs and head was sewn up, the demon blew on it and waved to the side, and Sun He's soul floated into the "person".
The "man" stood up unsteadily like a puppet, and then the demon looked up at A Ping standing on the top of the mountain, "The real Xiaoshui ghost came down from the mountain and met the Taoist friend."
"What do you mean by fellow Taoist preventing me from killing those two ordinary people?"
A Ping immediately said angrily: "The monster is so presumptuous!"
The mountain ghost smiled wildly and said arrogantly: "Fellow Taoist, are you injured? So what if you are at a higher level than me? Isn't there nothing you can do against me?"
He spoke so arrogantly, but he threw a coin to A Ping.
Immediately afterwards, the mountain ghost whispered in the ear of the sewn "human".
"what's your name?"
"Sun...Sun He."
"Do you know what you want to do?"
"Know."
"Go ahead."
Sun He stumbled down the mountain, his figure disappearing into the night.
The mountain ghost grabbed an arm at random, bit it into pieces, and asked vaguely: "Have you ever seen anyone using the ghost-killing technique like me?"
A Ping frowned: "Sewing the skin and granting the soul are indeed just a sight."
"I am the ghost of Xiaoshui Master. No matter whose disciple you are, since you have come to Youju Town, everyone has the same goal. I advise you to go back and recuperate, so as not to fetch water in a bamboo basket in vain."
The mountain ghost found a stone and sat down, with his legs crossed and leisurely. He said something and took a bite of meat, "Don't let the flood hit the Dragon King Temple. The whole family will not recognize each other."
Mountain ghosts are ghosts nourished by the essence of the mountains. They have psychic powers and are good at observing the subtleties of people's hearts. They can also spit out money. The coins they spit out are called mountain ghosts' money. They have the magical effects of good luck, good luck, attracting money, and protecting peace.
If you get the imperial title, you will be a mountain god with a good foundation, and the coins you spit out will also be promoted to mountain god coins.
Regardless of whether the mountain ghost spends money or the mountain god spends it, monks can use it to buy and sell magic weapons and elixirs.
The mountain ghost has always been the "coin furnace" of the real person on the mountain or the sect. It is extremely important. When it comes here, the real person of Xiaoshui must be there.
A Ping snorted coldly, hesitated for a moment, put away the mountain ghost money, and disappeared on the top of the mountain.
"Oh, no bones. One by one, you usually shout about slaying demons to do justice for heaven, to protect the environment and the people, and to relieve all people from water and fire. You monks on the mountain are all good and good people who can help the world... But once it is involved You turned a blind eye to your own interests. In an instant, you changed from a high-minded and good person to a cold-blooded person even more cold-blooded than us monsters. Oh, how can the life and death of the common people be as important as your 'big things'?"
He sneered and said: "Sooner or later I will swallow you all up."
The mountain ghost chirped: "It's a pity that the gall is eaten as a snack. The gall of man has a sweet aftertaste."
