Inside Silent Hill, the deepest part of the foggy space.
The thick white fog left a large open space here, with carved beams and painted buildings, yellow flags and prayer flags, green vines, young wild flowers, square blue and black stone bricks covering the ground, and gray and white stone strips inside and outside the door. There are steps everywhere.
Several halls with golden glazed roofs are enclosed. The courtyard in the middle is covered with various colors of paint, carefully depicting flowers, golden wheels, flames, springs, conchs, drums, pipas, goddesses, White elephants, buffaloes, and gold, silver, agate, and jade were piled at the four corners of the courtyard.
Although there are no images of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, this place gives people a deep and splendid feeling of religious mythology, which is sacred, beautiful and desirable.
The Yaksha Ghost Mother, with her hair in a high bun, lined with silk, and several layers of brocade clothes outside, is loose and luxurious, meditating in the middle of the courtyard.
The left half of her face is stunningly beautiful, with delicate skin, and a thin silver chain small green leaf earring hangs from her left ear. The right half of her face has thick black skin, bulging cheeks, and a sarcoma on her forehead that bulges like a horn. On her long and pointed right ear, a large golden earring hangs. The ring still retains the original appearance of the Yasha ghost.
However, since she succeeded in her painting career and lived in the Silent Hill of Huashan Mountain, her skills have become deeper and the essence of her magic has increased day by day. Her mood is comfortable, she often smiles, and she also has a kind temperament.
Even with such a half-human, half-ghost appearance, it does not look very scary.
The figures in white clothes hidden in the four-sided hall are very familiar with the Yasha Ghost Mother. It can be seen that her mood today is much worse than before. Although she is not obviously angry, she is also very solemn.
“What happened to the slightest movement of the Demon God of Xiyue before?”
The Yasha Ghost Mother repeatedly recalled that abnormal fluctuation, communicating and sensing in her mind, but could not find any result. Suddenly, the golden ring in her right ear swung, causing her eyes to open and reveal a cold light.
She is aware of the total number of evil demons accompanying the mist within Huashan Mountain, and she can sense whether there are any impairments.
In the past three years, in addition to the original Wuyue Sword Sect's special investigation personnel and some pretentious Bai Dao heroes, there have also been relatives and friends who died in the tragedy three years ago, gangs who came to avenge, or tried to capture The evil and demonic Jianghu organization summons friends and enters Huashan.
Although evil spirits are terrifying, they are also rare and rare materials for practicing magic in the world. Many evil spirits must be cultivated with the help of evil spirits in order to make great progress.
In the three hundred and sixty lines, those restraining objects passed down from ancestors' sacrifices, if they are often used to subdue the corresponding types of evil spirits, they will be more nourished and more magical.
Over the years, these people have caused many evil casualties in Huashan, but their casualties are often more severe, and few of them can escape alive.
The power of the devil is endless, and these fresh sacrificial materials are available to create new evil spirits in large quantities.
Although the total number of evil spirits in Huashan fluctuates occasionally, on the whole it has been rising and the growth is gratifying.
Just a moment ago, hundreds of evil ghosts suddenly lost their senses, and the bloody lotus pod-wielding sword evil ghosts that were carefully crafted by a few masters were also quite traumatized.
“Is it possible that the ability to kill so fast is related to the strange movement of the Demon God of Xiyue?”
The Yaksha Ghost Mother took off the golden ring from her right ear and threw it into the air. The golden ring swelled up in the wind and turned into a three-foot-sized round mirror.
The scenery of Huashan Mountain is displayed in the mirror. Even if the fog interferes with the ghost mother's spells to a certain extent, the scene within five or six miles can still be seen clearly.
The Giant Spirit Shrine was locked in the blink of an eye, and the bloody battle scene at the main entrance was magnified.
The figures inside the temple are also exposed on the mirror.
Su Hanshan remained calm, with his left hand hanging on his knee, he pinched a Dharma Seal. The Great Compassionate Heart Seal rotates through the four phases of "contemplation, concentration, transformation, and annihilation". With a formless mind, he looked straight towards the direction. The essence of the people inside the giant spirit temple, and then from the essence, outwards create the illusion.
"The old lady of Dengcao, the ghost carpenter, a few handymen, wizards..."
Yaksha Ghost Mother clearly saw the treasures in these people's hands and the origins of their cultivation.
The ghost carpenter is worthy of her taking one more look, and Mr. Ge deserves her two more glances. She can see that this master is using the art of witchcraft, using the blood of evil spirits as a guide to create curses and suppress evil spirits. strength.
After another induction, sure enough, the evil spirits that flocked to the hilltop where the Giant Spirit Shrine was located had their strength suppressed to varying degrees.
No wonder these people killed so easily and quickly.
This kind of witchcraft and curse technique cleverly echoes the power of suppressing objects, is in line with the rules, and exerts an effect that is obviously beyond the power that Kufuzi himself should have cultivated. Looking at the world, in this way, he is estimated to be able to It can be called the first.
However, my own cultivation is not enough after all, and it is meaningless against a strong person who has mastered the realm of ghosts and gods.
Yaksha Ghost Mother made a conclusion.
"Oh? There is also a descendant of the Five Jue Society, a dead remnant of the Huashan Sect?!"
Yaksha Ghost Mother's eyes fell on Su Hanshan and Lin Shusheng, and she was deeply moved. After staring deeply for a moment, I felt that one person had an aura that matched the seal of Huashan Mountain, and the other person had the essence of Huashan swordsmanship.
She was not surprised but delighted.
"I see, that's it. They are the descendants of these two lines. No wonder it can cause the Demon God of Xiyue to do something strange!"
Yaksha Ghost Mother figured out the whole story and got rid of her heart ailment. My mood became happy again, my body relaxed, and I thought calmly.
“Two of them have developed aura, and a few have developed soul. Even if there are counterattacks in hand, I have to take action. It’s not a problem, but they are still rare talents. Just kill them like this. It’s a pity to make materials.”
“Just use them to bleed the demon god!”
The Yasha Ghost Mother chuckled lightly, turned around and looked around, choosing the most capable one among the subordinates kept in the surrounding palace.
"Xiaoqian, a group of evil guests came to the Giant Spirit Shrine on the hilltop opposite and destroyed grandma's property. The crime is unforgivable. Go and deal with them."
Nie Xiaoqian frowned lightly. Her almond-shaped eyes, skin as smooth as cream, the ribbon tying her hair, and the dress on her body were all like white silk, fluttering like a fairy. She didn't answer a word, bowed and floated out.
She left the foggy space and appeared on the surface of Silent Hill, looking straight at the Djinn Shrine.
Under the influence of the fog, the Yaksha Ghost Mother had to use magic to spy from such a long distance.
Nie Xiaoqian's vision seemed to be unaffected in any way, and she was looking directly at the scene of the Giant Spirit Shrine.
Although the seven brothers of Yangzhai Dagong were not peaceful and often had bad thoughts, they made a strong commitment and agreed to do it here, so they did it with all their strength. There was sweat on their foreheads and necks, and their rough hands The objects are moved and sometimes shifted to coordinate with the topography of the entire Giant Spirit Temple to ensure that external evil spirits can still only enter through the main entrance.
Grandma Dengcao held the lamp in one hand and gently fanned the light with the other. Sometimes sparks flew out and turned into a circle of light, and blood shadows flew in and were thrown into the lamp oil.
She was very nervous, panting slightly, and the wrinkles on her face, as numerous as orange peels, seemed to be about to burst open.
But what supported this battle in her heart was a tender feeling.
Grandma Dengcao was old enough to retire and take charge of the sect, and the most famous one was her eldest disciple.
Two years ago, the newly crowned scholar in the imperial dynasty wanted to hold a large ceremony to pay homage to his parents who died young. All the ministers and ministers from the dynasty came to pay tribute to him, and many of his disciples and grandsons from the lantern-adding business went there. Boil oil and light the lamp.
An evil spirit arose during the ritual ceremony. Although it finally subsided, there was still a lot of damage.
Grandma Dengcao’s disciples and grandsons were all injured and riddled with evil spirits. After they came back, they often vomited black water, fell into a coma, became increasingly thinner, and most of them lost their appearance.
Grandma Dengcao tried many methods but could not solve it.
Until a while ago, Master Lin, the "debt collector" who had become famous in the world, found her.
No one knows the specific origins of Master Lin, but they all guess that he has a big backer. As soon as he appears in the world, he will take the tokens of elders from various sects, bring up old things, and come to collect debts.
To have so many tokens, and to still be alive after collecting so many accounts, I can say that I have a lot of hands and eyes.
Grandma Dengcao was also a dead horse. She followed Master Lin's method and used the things he gave her to arrange for seven or seven forty-nine days, and she really saved many members of the family.
After burying a few unfortunate disciples and grandchildren, Granny Dengcao followed her to Huashan without hesitation.
She came here for her kindness and fought for the tender love she had for her disciples and grandchildren.
Old man Yuan, the ghost carpenter, stood closest to the threshold, sometimes rushing out of the threshold.
Among these people, he fought the fiercest and had the purest heart.
The world is not peaceful. Good people may not be good, and evil people may not be evil. Everyone has a plan, and everyone may have difficulties, be coerced, and cannot help themselves. The executioner never asks about good or evil, just because he asks Unclear.
There are too many executioners who work too much and become confused. Old Yuan is an anomaly. The more money he takes, the more he feels guilty.
But there are still evil spirits in this world.
It’s hard to say what the thoughts of humans, demons and ghosts are. Only evil spirits must be completely evil!
When evil spirits are born, they may use the body of the deceased, but their existence has nothing to do with what the deceased was like during his lifetime. They are just desecrating the body of the deceased.
They are completely inhuman, non-intelligent, and non-kind. Killing them is equivalent to saving people.
Nie Xiaoqian's expression was cold, with slight waves in her eyes.
Commitment, tenderness, and sincerity. People who are willing to go into dangerous places and fight to the death for these things are precious and beautiful people.
However, she has seen the death of too many people since she was a child. Whether it is ugly or beautiful, she will eventually die unwillingly. After death, everything will be meaningless. .
“Xiaoqian!”
Yaksha Ghost Mother’s voice sounded in my ears again.
Nie Xiaoqian lowered her eyes, blinked, and was pushed up by the mist, floating towards the Giant Spirit Shrine.
Those blood lotus pods holding swords were evil, and they were just like a horse watching flowers, rushing back and forth in front of the main entrance of the temple, engaging in wheel battles.
At this time, they all suddenly retreated into the mist and were lined up on both sides. The two closest to the shrine were three feet away from the main entrance.
The balls of flesh, like bloody lotus pods, tilted forward, as if they were kneeling.
Old Yuan and others were extremely vigilant. When they looked up, they saw a snow-white figure in the mist, being greeted by those evil spirits kneeling down.
Compared with many strange evil spirits, there is nothing unusual about this woman in white except that her face is expressionless and her eyes are a little abnormally wide.
But because of this, Old Yuan and others felt greater pressure and sweated profusely. The few of them looked at each other and realized that Granny Dengcao's light was the most suitable for testing.
The old woman flicked her finger, and a spark flew out and fell towards the snow-white figure.
The spark was still three feet away from Nie Xiaoqian when it was suddenly stopped by a figure.
Grandma Dengcao and the others were all focused, but no one could see how that figure appeared.
That was a strange man who was nine feet tall, with an extremely slender figure, a thin waist and ape-like arms. He had no clothes on his upper body and a pair of loose trousers on his lower body.
He wears a strange mask on his head, with sharp edges on the top of his head, and the sharp needles on his face thrust forward for a long time.
It is like a crow mask made of rusty iron, extremely rough in workmanship, and every outline is almost a straight line.
This mask alone is probably worth half the weight of this monster.
A spark from Grandma Dengcao landed on the skin of the monster’s chest. There was a popping sound, and green smoke came out. It seemed like there was a very brief burn, but it healed so fast that no one was sure. Have you ever been injured?
“Thousands of people killed?!”
Old Yuan looked surprised.
Executioners have had too much contact with the dead, and they are murderous and can easily attract evil spirits. Any executioner who kills thousands of people will either stop using his sword or resort to different techniques to avoid disaster.
Crows are messengers of death that follow the laws of nature. Although they call for death, they are rarely contaminated with resentment and evil spirits. For many people who practice black magic, they will use crows as a protective substitute to prevent evil spirits from harming themselves. , causing the crow to be dyed evil.
Thousand-person executioners in the executioner industry also have a method of making crow masks. They wear masks to the execution ground and cover their heads and faces. Before leaving the scene, they will leave the mask in the execution ground to avoid being targeted by evil spirits. superior.
Over time, this crow mask became known as the "Thousand Man Killer".
The pointed-headed weirdo was indeed holding a knife in his hand. It was longer than his body, wider than his waist, and the back of the knife was thicker than his wrist.
The dark spine of the knife, the dull white blade, are covered with rusty red bloodstains.
He walked forward with the knife in hand. He walked very slowly and took small steps, just like a butcher taking a walk after eating. He was three or four feet away from the gate of the shrine, which was enough for him to walk more than ten steps. .
Although I don’t know if it’s a bluff, or if it’s some kind of law that this evil spirit follows.
But since he was walking slowly, Old Yuan and others took advantage of the opportunity to attack.
Among the seven brothers in Yangzhai, the third one shook his hands and made an iron cone from a hemp rope. This iron cone was hung perpendicular to the ground and was used to measure whether the wall was upright.
As the enemy of Yang Zhai Xing, any evil spirit that walks upright, after being hit by this iron cone, will stand still, adjust its body shape, straighten its waist, and try to keep itself perpendicular to the ground.
The pointed-headed weirdo did not dodge and was hit by the iron awl. As expected, his body paused.
Grandma Deng Cao tightened her fingers and clasped them tightly, and flicked with all her strength. Most of the flame as big as a bean was ejected by her, and turned into a yellow flame moth in the air, crashing into the monster's chest, trying to Bite into the body.
Old Yuan's Ghost Head Sword slashes continuously. The moment he starts his hand, there are three completely different sword styles. One sword light breaks through the air without leaving a trace, one sword light breaks through the ground, and one sword light wraps in fierce flames. Cut horizontally.
The sharp-headed weirdo's neck, waist, and right sole were struck by these three knives, all of which burst out with blood. A moth also hit a bloody hole in his chest.
But he still took a step forward without any pause. The sword in his right hand had already been swung and slashed forward.
An extremely simple vertical slash!
As a prominent figure in the executioner's trade, Old Man Yuan's sword skills were inherited from the industry.
Compared with most sword-wielding sects in the world, his sword is simple enough, with only five moves in total.
Moon-shattering wave, earth-shattering strike, true flame slash, burning sky evil, and group of demons mourning.
This is also from a practical point of view.
Since ancient times, prisoners who were taken to the execution ground were not only tied tightly and lying there waiting to die.
There are also those who know magic, who can temporarily create a substitute, or escape with the blood of the unlucky person next to them; there are also those who know magic, who can make breakthroughs on the spot, greatly increase their skills, or use forbidden magic to explode their skills; and there are also people who come to rob At the execution ground, swords and hidden weapons were flying in all directions, and they killed the executioner easily.
Sometimes, even evil spirits will be attracted to the execution ground. When the head is cut off with a knife, the head and the body are separated, but the head sticks to the knife, comes back and bites the executioner. This kind of thing is also Not uncommon.
The executioner classified various situations that may be encountered into five major categories and used one type of sword technique to deal with each. It can be said that he has struck the most exquisite balance between conciseness and practicality.
One more trick is messy, one less trick is crude.
However, this pointy-headed weirdo seems to be able to cope with any situation with just one move: vertical chop.
No matter resistance, robbery, escaping, illusion, evil spirits, there are thousands of schools and thousands of techniques in the world, only one sword can hit the target.
No one left in the world can be cut off in two!
boom! ! !
The main hall of the Giant Spirit Shrine cracked open with a crash and fell to both sides.
The giant statue on the altar has a cracked golden crown on its head, and straight rust-red cracks spread from its forehead to its chest.
The reed mats attached to the roof suddenly rolled into a bunch and fell downwards rapidly.
Lao Qi, the master of Yangzhai, hurriedly wanted to rush out to pick it up, but Su Hanshan stretched out his hand and stopped the bundle of mats first.
Although Su Hanshan was sitting, when he stretched out his hand, the mat in the air seemed to turn a corner and automatically fell towards his hand. When it hit his palm, Lao Qi was still more than ten feet away.
The mat clearly hit Su Hanshan's hand. Lao Qi only suffered a slight aftermath, and his whole body couldn't help but fall down. The bricks and stones under his feet were shattered and cracked, and there was a loud banging sound, below the knees, None of them fell into the ground, with a look of horror on their faces.
Grandma Dengcao’s oil lamp was suppressed by the wind of the knife, and flashed twice in succession. With a pop, it was completely extinguished. The figure was half shorter and sank to the ground.
Scholar Lin suddenly stood up and stood in front of Ge Fuzi, as if a strong wind had hit him, his hair on the temples fluttering and his clothes flying around.
Old Yuan, who was closest to the pointed-haired weirdo, was still standing.
The old man had one foot on the iron threshold, which was the strongest weapon of Yangzhai Dagong. The iron threshold was completely submerged into the ground. His boots were cracked and his clothes had countless tears. His face was blood red and veins were pulsing on his head.
He held the ghost-headed sword horizontally and blocked the sharp-headed monster's blade.
But the blade of the Ghost Head Sword was also half-embedded by the thick machete.
“Drink!”
Old man Yuan roared, and the aura on his body surged. Facing the knife just now, he suddenly broke through the bottleneck of cultivation, and finally took one step forward to cultivate himself. Aura.
The executioner's five sword techniques have a tendency to be integrated and unified in him.
Although his knife is horizontal and the knife opposite is vertical, the two swords now have a surprisingly similar temperament.
However, just as his aura surged, the aura of the pointed-haired weirdo also rose accordingly.
The entire crow mask, from the inside out, exudes a rough blood-red light, and the big weirdo's wounds seep out of dark but shiny demonic energy.
When such a thin wisp of devilish energy happened to hit the ghost head knife, a bright spark suddenly burst out, making Old Yuan's body dwarf.
Chonk lang lang lang! ! ! !
The sound of gold and iron clashing made everything in Huashan echo. The tiny collision sounds were obviously just sound waves, but they seemed to flow. They all gathered in this area. Mountains covered in mist.
Su Hanshan glanced down and saw the Xiyue Demon God continuously emitting immortal demonic energy from the gap in the seal, all of which was directly injected into the woman in white in mid-air.
After the woman in white got this demonic energy, the pointy-haired weirdo's combat power immediately skyrocketed.
The flow between the three was completely captured by Su Hanshan. In the depths of his eyes, he carried out backward and forward deductions, deciphering all the subtleties and calculating various possible developments.
"The mist is like your servant, and this monster is your creation!"
Scholar Lin's eyes were filled with blood-red filaments, revealing overwhelming hatred, his lips trembled slightly, and he raised his hand to twitch. The dark iron sword has emerged from the body.
"In the past three years, you have been stealing the power of the Demon God of Xiyue. Three years ago, you were the one who destroyed all the people in Huashan!"
The iron sword stabbed out silently.
Not only was the iron sword itself silent, but also because when the sword was thrust out, all the sounds that erupted on the mountaintop of the Giant Spirit Shrine stopped abruptly.
The same silence, but different from the silence caused by the fog. The silence in the fog is the nothingness of life and the arrival of death.
This sword is to hit the critical point, stop war, stop death, and enjoy the quiet beauty of life.
The sword that had no flaws also found flaws with this sword.
A sword touched the tip of the knife, as if it hit a vital point. The figure of the pointed-headed weirdo slipped out, and the huge machete was also dragged away from the ghost-headed knife, leaving a bloody streak. firelight.
Grandma Dengcao sighed softly, she was indeed a disciple of Huashan. The scholar Lin was probably Shusheng Ning.
But even in the Huashan Ning clan, no one has mastered this sword technique for many years.
The sword art that was born due to the direct guidance of Dugu Sword Master combines the efforts of the Sword Master and the founder of the Huashan Kai Sect, Tian Yin Zhenren.
Huashan Sanda Sword, the sword of wisdom levels all directions!
"Under the Huashan Gate, Ning Caichen."
Ning Caichen's eyes were blood red, and the sword in his hand was pointed at the woman in white in the air.
"Tell me, who are you?!"
(End of this chapter)