Demon Resurrection: Start as a Headless Horseman

Hangcheng, Jinshan Temple, under the Leifeng Pagoda.

“Boom!”

The explosion sounded, and countless rubble was stirred.

A figure covered in golden light rushed out from the dust.

The figure was carrying a long knife, violently colliding all the way, and the road under his feet exploded and shattered.

Ye Zhiqiu once again killed a Yang Kingdom demon and rushed into the spirit refining field inside the passage portal.

A stench hit, Ye Zhiqiu covered his nose, looked solemn, and carefully observed the surroundings.

“Me, what the hell is going on?”

He found that the ground had an extra layer of blood-colored sticky, and the stench in the cave came from it.

Ye Zhiqiu’s luck, the golden light spread, but what he saw in front of him couldn’t help but make people tremble.

The spiritual refining field had been completely destroyed, and in front of it was a large pit, in which the stump was scattered, the head was rolling around, and the corpses were piled up.

These corpses… Under the golden light, the light is shining.

“Leifeng Pagoda is built on a mass grave?”

Ye Zhiqiu felt chills all over his body.

He came closer to check, and most of the corpses in the cave were dressed in coarse cloth and short, and they looked like people in ancient times, but the appearance of death was extremely strange.

One by one, they are skinny and have black skin, but their stomachs are swollen like pregnant women about to give birth…

Because the yin qi is too heavy, these corpses seem to be stored in a refrigerator, and even after nearly a hundred years, they still have not decayed.

“The yin qi is so heavy, fortunately there is a stupa above to suppress, but there is no corpse, but where do those ghosts of the Yang Kingdom come from?”

Ye Zhiqiu was puzzled.

He was thinking, but suddenly, the ghost head knife behind him vibrate, and Yu Guang glimpsed the ghost shadow behind him.

“Still coming?”

Ye Zhiqiu was alarmed in his heart, and quickly turned sideways without thinking.

A scream passed by on the cheek, sending a spark on the roof of the cave.

He turned his head abruptly.

A black shadow flashed and jumped into the pile of corpses underground.

“Where to run?”

Ye Zhiqiu did not hide it, his muscles were surging like water waves, his figure was skyrocketing, his muscles were knotted, and black hair was all over his body.

In an instant, he turned into a fierce demon ape.

The black shadow speed was unexpectedly fast.

Ye Zhiqiu chased after him in one step, the knife in his hand crisscrossed, without any gap, dozens of knives slashed out in a second.

“Boom!”

The pile of corpses was broken, the stump and flesh flew all over the sky, and he turned into a meat grinder, followed the trajectory of the black shadow, and rushed all the way down.

Countless shattered corpses, mixed with stones and dust, rolled up a storm of flesh and blood in the hole, and the terrifying knife wind shattered the corpses, and then collided with each other and exploded, shattering into a pool of thin flesh and blood.

Ye Zhiqiu broke into the corpse pit and wanted to chase the ghost.

Blood rained down, and the mountain of flesh disintegrated.

After a rush of killing, Ye Zhiqiu was down-to-earth.

He looked around, and it turned out to be a shrine.

A shrine built in the belly of a mountain under the Leifeng Pagoda surrounded by countless dead bodies.

Unfold the golden light and see, the shrine style is undoubtedly the god of Yangguo. Taoist style, which enshrines various ghosts and gods.

In the Yang Kingdom, evil is God.

Therefore, the Yang Kingdom is also said to have eight million gods.

“Why build a shrine in a mass grave?”

Ye Zhiqiu can’t see at night, so he can only see with golden light.

The light and darkness changed too quickly, and his eyes did not adapt, so he had to try to make out.

But I was surprised to see…

Inside this shrine, there are not only a bunch of ghosts and gods who can’t be named.

And on the surrounding walls, various ghosts wearing ancient Yang Kingdom armor are painted.

Every wall, every door and window, and every beam and pillar has a picture of a ghost soldier composed of pink blue, purple, black and white paints, which come alive and swim on it.

Ye Zhiqiu headed towards the center of the shrine covered with the smell of corpses, where there was a platform that seemed to enshrine something.

When I looked closer, I found that a dense row of spiritual seats was enshrined on the platform.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn’t understand the Yang Kingdom, but he could roughly guess that those spiritual seats should have been set up for the Yang Kingdom soldiers who died here in battle.

Because, behind the many spiritual seats, there is a huge relief.

The picture depicted above is the “heroic” battle when the Yang Kingdom captured Hangcheng.

“Raising ghosts and gods, these dogs are raising ghosts and gods!”

Ye Zhiqiu had a kind of understanding.

This is borrowing the yin qi, resentment and other filthy qi on the corpses of the innocent and tragic people of the Dragon Kingdom…

Come to provide for the Yang Kingdom soldiers who died in battle, turn them into ghosts and gods, and reappear in the world.

“Raise your mother, Lao Tzu will smash your spirit brand!”

Ye Zhiqiu was furious, his forehead was bruised, and he lit three yang fires on the top of his head and shoulders;

One cut out.

Suddenly.

The forty-meter knife surged out.

“Boom”.

All the spirit tablets in the shrine were exploded.

The surface of the ground was cut by sharp knife qi one after another, black cracks, and the ground was devastated.

Ye Zhiqiu was very angry, turned into a demolition monkey, and the knife qi was frequent, and he slashed madly all the way.

“Boom…”

The pillars around the shrine are cut open like tofu by swords.

A moment later…

The shrine was finally devastated, bursting into several millstone-sized pieces of earth and rock, crashing into each other and exploding, filling the air.

“Smashed your spirit brand!”

Ye Zhiqiu was smashing hard, and from time to time corpses fell on his head.

Suddenly.

He felt something moving around him, as if he was being targeted by a flood beast.

There seemed to be thousands of voices around, whispering, roaring, roaring…

But the shadow is beautiful, but it is not clear enough, hazy, like seeing flowers in the fog.

Ye Zhiqiu waited solemnly and looked around.

I saw that in the ruined shrine, a silver light flashed out.

Then……

It was a Yangguo knife that suddenly appeared in the brilliance.

Then, there is the owner of the knife, whose figure looks like a real illusion.

Higen no head shape, Yasha demon mask, black bloody armor body, obvious Yang Kingdom Daiji, typical Yang Country ghost samurai image.

In the brilliance, the light of the armor is bright, just like the evil ghost coming to the world.

Ye Zhiqiu was furious, and muttered in his mouth: “Damn, I really cultivated the ghosts and gods of the Yang Kingdom…”

Light continued to bloom all around, and one by one, Yasha demons in large armor appeared, full of gushing evil energy.

Suddenly, a Yang Guo ghost wearing a blood-colored armor and holding a two-meter big sword appeared, and he exclaimed.

“Kill!”

There are drums and horns fighting between heaven and earth.

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

In an instant, the Dao Dao Light Pillar burst out of the air, and groups of evil spirits overwhelmed the world.

“Hey, Lao Tzu is going to overturn!”

Ye Zhiqiu’s blood was square, his forehead was bruised and violent, and he was the first to strike strongly, and the sword light in his hand flew over, turning into a training and rolling towards the Yasha-like Yang Kingdom ghost general in the middle.

“Hmph, sick man, today I will peel your skin, pump your muscles, and cut your bones…”

Underground, the Yang Kingdom Ghost General drank angrily, and the two-meter tai knife swung one after another, slicing a round of blood to resist Ye Zhiqiu’s attack that fell like a violent storm.

Two figures, one offensive and one defensive.

After Ye Zhiqiu seized the opportunity, the long knife in his hand did not have any interval, and dozens of knives slashed out in a second.

The Yangguo Ghost will hold the knife in both hands, the amplitude is not large, but the defense is not leaking.

With a knife, he is an expert.

Before joining the army, he himself was a kendo master of the Yang Kingdom, and his combat power was amazing.

This is why he was chosen as a ghost general and enshrined in the shrine.

Similarly, following the spirit of bushido before death…

In the face of Ye Zhiqiu’s attack, he did not gather his subordinates to rush forward, but singled out one-on-one.

The long knife in Ye Zhiqiu’s hand turned into a red streamer.

The knife is getting faster and faster, the sword light hunts, and the practice becomes a red cloud.

While slashing and killing with all his strength, he was thinking of a way to break the enemy.

Hard rigidity is definitely not going to work.

There are too many ghosts here.

And even if this ghost will be hacked to death, there are still a lot of ghost soldiers behind it, and those who can’t resist must break through.

Ye Zhiqiu’s sword light crisscrossed, extremely fast, slashing the air hissing and screaming, and shrouded the Yang Kingdom ghost general.

“Monkey, on the sword technique, you have won my respect, and I will use all my strength to give you death!”

Yangguo Ghost snorted coldly, and the knife came out faster and faster.

Between the two confrontation, the energy is radiant,

“Boom!”

The explosion came out, and one person and one ghost came up from the underground and came to the spiritual refining place that had been destroyed under the Leifeng Pagoda.

Countless corpses under the ground were also brought up in part, blood and flesh were splattered everywhere, fragmented stump flew all over the sky, and pieces of flesh and blood fell like rain.

A group of Yang Country ghost soldiers surrounded the surroundings, looking at the scene in horror, and their hearts were shocked.

“Today, I will hold a ghost head knife in my hand, and I will kill from Leifeng Pagoda to Hangcheng without blinking my eyes!”

Ye Zhiqiu kept talking.

“The Chinese monkey is arrogant!”

The Yang Kingdom Ghost will drink angrily, go all out, and gather momentum.

But he never thought that Ye Zhiqiu swept the air and slashed at the ceiling above his head.

“Boom!”

The stone walls burst, all the obstacles that stood in the way exploded, and wisps of sunlight shone in.

“You want to run?!”

The Yang Kingdom Ghost General was furious, and a knife came out horizontally, and the sword qi was ten zhang, and it came out stirringly.

Ye Zhiqiu turned around and slashed back, and with the help of the countershock power of this knife, he rushed out of the ground and fled the scene quickly.

The Yangguo ghost general was furious, and raised his arms and shouted: “The scum who escaped from the battle is against the spirit of bushido, kill him!” ”

“Kill kill kill…”

On the ground, the ghosts roared.

A large number of Yang Kingdom ghost soldiers came out from the underground array.

Like a great wave of blood, it rolled upside down, and everywhere it passed, everything withered, and no grass grew.

A screeching sound came through.

Ye Zhiqiu’s eyes were grim, and he roared, raised the cold and shining ghost head knife, and slashed behind him.

“Dang!”

The sound of the exchange of gold and stone came out, bursting apart, setting off a circle of shockwaves visible to the naked eye, like a hurricane sweeping across.

In the midst of the waves… Two figures streaked through at speed.

Ye Zhiqiu, who turned into a black ape, stepped like a brute elephant stepping on the ground, and the bluestone ground was stepped out of the big pit.

“Sonorous…”

The ghost soldiers came out in formation, and the wolf smoke was billowing like a giant python with blood in the black, with the momentum of wind and thunder, and the momentum was fierce.

In the face of the ghost soldiers that hit like a wave, Ye Zhiqiu did not die fighting, constantly rushing to kill in it, and every knife had a ghost soldier under the sword.

He fought and retreated, and wanted to kill a bloody road.

“Coward, you people are not only physically incompetent, but also weak and incompetent in character!”

The Yang Kingdom Ghost slashed a juhe, like a lightning bolt, straight towards Ye Zhiqiu.

“Don’t force your face, if you single out, your grandfather will cut you like chopping vegetables!”

Ye Zhiqiu looked back with a knife.

“Oh…”

When the blades collided, the light shone everywhere.

“Die, two days first-class, chop!”

The ghost swirled the knife into the air, cutting through the air at great speed, and the sharp wind blew up a large amount of earth and rock around, setting off a terrifying wave of smoke and earth, and tightly enveloping Ye Zhiqiu, wanting to chop it into powder.

In the dusty sky, Ye Zhiqiu rushed over.

“Tick…”

“Tick…”

Yin Hong’s blood flowed down Ye Zhiqiu’s cracked finger bones and tiger’s mouth;

Caught off guard by the next killing move, even he felt very uncomfortable.

But he also used the countershock power of this blow and the aftermath of the sweep to break out of the encirclement of the ghost soldiers.

Looking at the ghost soldiers who were chasing and killing, he stepped heavily under his feet, exploded on the spot, and the earth and rocks exploded, setting off dust in the sky.

In the next instant, the sword light seemed to be as heavy as a thousand shots, oppressing the air on both sides and slashing through it heavily.

After the slash, Ye Zhiqiu turned his head and left, not stopping for the slightest.

The wind is tight.

“Intercept him, seal the mountain, don’t let him escape!”

The ghost will roar.

Immediately afterwards, a group of Yang Kingdom ghost soldiers wearing big armor roared out of the nest.

……………………….

In the golden temple, cigarette smoke is filled with smoke, and there are bursts of Buddha sounds, which are in the ears and drill straight into the skull.

Ye Zhiqiu gathered his breath and flew through the mountains.

Originally, he wanted to go straight down the mountain.

But seeing the green smoke and hearing the Buddha’s voice always made him feel unhappy and unhappy, like a cattle in his throat.

What happened to this pack of bald asses?

Is it all the black-haired zombies they were before, or…

Stuck?

Hearing this Buddha sound, Ye Zhiqiu felt that he needed to take a glance to see if the monks in the temple could still rescue a wave.

If you are just trapped, you can also have more combat power when rescued.

If not, he pulls out his legs and runs.

The wind is swaggering and the cold is blowing.

The Buddha sound muttered in his ears made Ye Zhiqiu a little irritable for a while.

For no reason, the coldness that echoed in the wind invaded the bottom of my heart.

With a light footstep, the place where the Buddha sound came out was brought into view.

It is a behemoth, with its back against the tip of the mountain, and the plaque on the closed gate is imprinted with four gilt characters hooked with shimmering light

– Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Bursts of blue smoke drifted out from the window, and the candle flame in the window flickered, and there were shadows shaking inside.

“Anyone?”

With light steps, he approached quickly, and saw through the window that the lights in the empty hall were dim, and he only saw a few shadows sitting in the depths of the hall, chanting the Buddhist trumpet Zen sound.

Suddenly.

A wave of horror clenched his body and mind.

He jerked his head up… Suddenly, the pupils constricted.

It was indeed a monk sitting cross-legged in the temple.

But it’s closer…

Only then did Ye Zhiqiu see their faces distorted by pain, their black-haired skin, and the lotus platform made of flesh and blood below.

“Wow, it’s not saved, go yo-yo!”

“Crunch… Bang! ”

Suddenly, the gate of the Daxiong Hall opened.

The candlelight in the temple skyrocketed, and the whole hall was bright.

It illuminated the corpsed monks, and also illuminated the scene in the temple…

The golden statue in it, with a great sun…

But it is not as it comes.

Ye Zhiqiu turned around and ran.

Suddenly.

A darkness shrouded it.

His back road was pitch black, and in the direction of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the golden light was brilliant, as if there were great gods, blooming with endless light.

But…… He didn’t feel the slightest warmth.

On the contrary, it is cold and chilly.

The scorching sun behind him did not bring light and heat.

It absorbs all light and heat.

Let all that is left around is … Dark, gloomy.

There is also endless emptiness and dead silence, withering, without any light.

It’s like a black hole…

This shocking scene made Ye Zhiqiu’s heart sink to the bottom.

Careless.

You shouldn’t come to see this hall.

Although the headless brother often rides his head as a horse, he is still very stable, and that day he felt that something was wrong here, and he actually came to check it stupidly.

Too careless…

His heart moved, and he was all-powerful, wanting to tear the darkness and rush out… But his face changed.

He found… I can’t move my whole body.

It’s like a ghost pressing a bed.

Obviously there is breathing, but the breath is cold,

I can obviously feel the power rolling like a torrent in my body, but I can’t control a little.

He was struggling frantically.

I want to try my best to get rid of this state of spiritual flesh stripping.

But Ye Zhiqiu found out…

It’s all useless.

Just when he was doing everything in his power to resist this confinement.

Gradually.

The great sun became clearer and clearer, faintly, and one of the figures was hazy.

I can’t see it real, but it’s becoming clear little by little…

“If you see it clearly, it’s over…..”

In an instant of life and death, Ye Zhiqiu surprisingly calmed down, as if entering bullet time, all the changes around him could not match the speed of thinking in an instant.

Abrupt.

“Roar…”

Behind Ye Zhiqiu, there was a defiant demon ape roaring, shaking one side, this was his spiritual law, equal to the invasion of foreign evil.

The demon ape held the sky with both hands, stepped on the shadows, and his back was majestic, as if he wanted to carry the scorching sun.

Ye Zhiqiu gained control of his body, and did not hesitate, a little under his feet, flying by and shocking, and the figure passed by in an instant.

The next moment.

“Boom!”

The scorching sun collapsed.

The defiant Demon Ape Law collapsed inch by inch.

During the gallop, Ye Zhiqiu’s shoulder twitched, as if he was being pulled by something.

But he didn’t dare to stay, and with a violent pull, his body rushed away like thunder, and all the light and shadow around him were rapidly retreating.

“Click, click…”

The darkness that shrouded the surroundings disappeared.

Ye Zhiqiu had already left the Daxiong Treasure Hall and rushed to the mountain gate, his whole body was almost soaked with cold sweat, and his body was a little cold.

Doorway.

A large number of Yang Kingdom ghost soldiers stationed like Yasha blocked his way.

Ye Zhiqiu didn’t care.

He only felt empty in his heart.

It’s like something was missing.

A very important thing…

He turned his head to look in the direction of the Great Hall of Treasures.

A phantom that looked exactly like him, pinched by the shoulder by something inexplicable, passed away quickly, and fell like a temple.

“Bang”.

The door of the Daxiong Hall is closed…

“Kill…”

Door.

A bunch of ghost soldiers with ghost warrior masks rushed up.