Chapter 39: Fear of Demons and Foreign Enemies (Thanks to Ma En for being the leader who painfully wanted to do math problems!)
The Demon God stepped out and shook the entire river valley.
"Successful." Seeing this scene, An Jing breathed out slowly, feeling relieved a little from the tension in his heart.
This is the one that is most suitable for the current situation among the many techniques taught to him by the Sword Spirit - using the power of Emperor Tianzun to drive the demonic energy and condense the phantom of the demon god!
This is the power of Huangtian Xingsha Ritual Ceremony, in addition to offering sacrifices, to control ghosts, gods and demons and attack foreign enemies.
It’s just that for decades, no one has ever used this function, and everyone has almost forgotten it. If it weren’t for the fact that this ritual ceremony borrowed the power of the sword spirit, An Jing, who had the sword spirit as a host, could naturally control it. An Jing Even if you get the demon sect's ritual manual, you won't be able to use it.
"The ceremony is out of control, the ceremony is out of control!!"
"It's the Demon of Fear. Quickly form a formation and abandon the fear in your heart, otherwise all fear will become its power!"
After the demon sect instructor who presided over the ceremony saw the phantom of the demon in front of him, he immediately identified the true form of the phantom.
They screamed and gathered in formation. Although they knew in their hearts that they were in serious trouble, they also knew that they must not be timid when facing the fearful demon in front of them. Once timid...
boom!
The huge phantom of the demonic god took a step forward and let out a silent shout. Substantial spiritual ripples spread out, immediately causing a fearful and reluctant lecturer to stand frozen in place.
In just a short moment, he seemed to have experienced the biggest and most terrifying torture in the world. He cried and howled like a child, turned around and ran away.
The Demon God's phantom reached out with a hand from the air and grabbed the lecturer - withdrew his hand, the flesh and blood was intact, but a translucent soul was dragged out and directly into its hand.
The soul kept struggling, but to no avail. Finally, it was chewed into the mouth by the demon phantom and completely shattered.
The body on the ground had blurry eyes, and its body was completely out of control. Although it was not dead, it was just a living piece of flesh.
"Monster, monster..."
Seeing such a terrifying scene, let alone the Demon Cult members who were facing the Demon God's phantom, even the boys and girls at the back were shaking like chaff - when had they ever seen such a terrifying giant? Those instructors still had real swords in their hands, but they only had wooden knives and guns used for martial arts!
Even though the battle formations they learned were exactly the same as those of their instructors, which were obviously techniques to fight against the phantom of the demon, they did not have any courage to take action at the moment.
Following this trend of fear, black mist filled the air, and the phantom of the devil looked up to the sky and roared, becoming even larger.
It even noticed the important source of fear behind it, so it wanted to step back and reach out to grab the boys and girls.
However, there was a figure standing in front of it, blocking the way of the demon.
"Back off!"
He only had a wooden sword in his hand, but he was facing the phantom of the Demon God. His courage was unreasonable, but Anjing stood upright, standing in front of the Demon God, which made everything seem natural.
He was ready to summon the Broken Sword if the situation went bad, and used the remaining sword spirit and sword energy in the formation to fight against the phantom of the demon. An Jing looked directly at the phantom of the demon in front of him, and he scolded without fear: "You The enemy is over there!”
Then, An Jing shouted: "Don't be afraid, reorganize the battle formation."
He sternly ordered his team to cooperate, and even took a step forward: "This is the 'Fear Demon', swallowing fear and growing!"
"But it is ultimately controlled by us... If you are brave, come forward with me!"
despair! Seeing An Jing step forward, the phantom of the demon god, Fear Demon, took a step back, his fearful expression already revealed.
At the same time, after hearing An Jing's voice, everyone subconsciously raised their heads even if they had no hope.
This is An Jing's prestige. As long as he speaks, there will always be people listening.
Then they saw it with astonishment.
That huge fearful demon. Not only did Anjing not be crushed to death like a bug, but he was forced back by the opponent.
——So it turns out that demons are also afraid?
“What’s so scary!” “That’s right!”
For a moment, he was filled with pride. As a loyal loyalist of Anjing, Gu Yeqi took the lead to follow, while Cangluzu also moved forward without hesitation.
Immediately afterwards, Anjing's entire Xingji Group came! "Sister Qinghan?"
At this moment, people in each group looked at their group leader, and the same was true for the third group. There were more people paying attention to Bai Qinghan because she had awakened the 'Qi Fate' like An Jing, waiting for the 'Team Two' Number one's statement.
"Follow me."
The girl with long hair looked at the back. She lowered her eyes and said softly, then moved forward and walked towards the fearful demon with An Jing: "At this point."
"I believe him."
So, after a brief period of chaos, with a leader, all the Sons of Disaster took steps forward.
Then, a kind of courage that belongs only to young people and newborn calves emerges.
--yes! The worst possible outcome is death, why should they be afraid!
Therefore, they all mustered up the courage to follow Anjing, armed with weapons, to force the fearful demon to retreat!
Huh——
The invisible but turbulent wind surged forward, forcing the Horror to retreat.
The will of dozens of people, commanded by the commander, condensed into one, and the formation of this 'military formation' has been formed.
As long as An Jing did not retreat, even the fearful demon could not affect the boys and girls in the formation.
Being oppressed by the military formation and constrained by the formation, the Demon of Fear turned its head unwillingly. Although it was just a shadow, it could be seen that the adults in front of it were more difficult to deal with.
But forced by the large formation, it still roared wildly and rushed towards the battle formation of the Demon Cult.
In an instant, the ground trembled and the mountains shook. The fearful demon and the demon sect were fighting together, sand and rocks were flying, and black mist rolled in wildly.
"Stop! Stop!"
At this moment, the one-eyed Professor Li was still trying to stop him. He roared at An Jing and the boys and girls: "Damn it, you bunch of little bastards, are you going to rebel? Stop it!"
He originally thought that relying on the majesty he had accumulated in the past, he could scare some children, but the boys and girls didn't care, and An Jing ignored them.
But the strange thing is that the owner of the medicine village, as the strongest person present, did not devote himself to suppressing the fearful demon.
He did not immediately take action to capture An Jing, who had taken the lead in forming a resistance formation and who somehow controlled the authority of the ritual sacrifice formation.
Instead, the old man turned his head and looked at Xuanming Village behind him, his eyes blank.
"Oops." He murmured: "There is actually an invasion from foreign enemies?"
At this moment, in the distant village, a warning gong suddenly sounded!
The sound of the gong was far-reaching and profound, and with soul-stirring power, it reached the valley behind the mountain in an instant.
——Someone invaded Xuanming Village?
Wary in his heart, An Jing looked in the direction of the manor with the corner of his eye, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the old man whose aura was becoming more and more dangerous.
But even so, he was still shocked by what he saw.
On the other side of the manor, halfway up the mountain, a group of well-equipped red-armored warriors rushed down like divine soldiers from the sky and rushed into the inside of the manor.
An Jing even saw the seven-colored demonic miasma rising up in the manor, which was the manor's hidden defense method. A sudden red-blue flame swept across the miasma, burning everything, and black mist rose into the sky.
For a moment, the energy of swords was everywhere, the spiritual flames were intertwined with evil spirits, and the loud battle roars and sounds of fighting resounded throughout the manor.
(End of chapter)