Museum of Demons

The effective range of the method of blocking disasters for the dead is not long.

At least with the current Taoism of the old Taoist, it is still within ten miles.

Especially since he was torn off by Zhang Yue, the smell of blood couldn't be concealed for a while.

Holding the sword, Wei Yuan flew to catch up under the action of the Thousand-mile Tracking Talisman, stepping on the breeze, and his speed was extremely fast. In this state, the perception strengthened by the Thousand-mile Tracking Talisman was extremely sharp, and just as he was almost catching up Suddenly, I received a call from the special operations team.

Master Wei, have you found the Taoist?

If you find it, please escort him back.

This kind of evil magician needs to be handed over to the Tianshi Mansion for disposal. He will be sentenced and convicted together with the judicial department of Dahua's Criminal Ministry. Although the crime is extremely heinous, the judicial process must go through. There is no way to do it. After all, he is human...

Wei Yuan's footsteps paused, his expression was flat, and he said, Yes.

Hang up the phone and put it on the stone next to it.

Wei Yuan pressed his sword and walked into this desolate place in the outskirts of Quanshi. There is a small mountain and there is a village, but it has been abandoned long ago. Come on, the old Taoist priest whose arm was torn off was sitting on a stone, his face was pale, but when he looked at Wei Yuan, he was calm and grinned.

The little guy is one step late, is he sending that demon one last time?

The heart is not bad, but unfortunately, I have already reported the case and surrendered.

Choosing a date to go to the court is a matter of life or death, at least you have to stay there for a lifetime, but at this time, you, an orthodox monk, have to protect the safety of the old way, take care of food and shelter, and serve you with good food and drink.

Wei Yuan's voice was cold, and he hummed.

Slowly put the long sword back into its sheath, and walked forward slowly.

As he approached, the old Taoist sensed that something was wrong, and emphasized: I have surrendered myself.

According to the laws and regulations, you can't do anything to me.

Um.

Wei Yuan still answered unhurriedly.

After a long battle, the old man knew something was wrong, his complexion changed suddenly, and he grabbed a mobile phone with his right hand, and was about to press the alarm button in a hurry, when he heard a gunshot, his skinny palm and the mobile phone were shot by bullets specially aimed at demons and ghosts. Through the hole, the old Taoist screamed and fell to the ground, his face pale and his body trembling.

Wei Yuan raised his gun:

Unfortunately, I am not a member of the action team.

The old Taoist's complexion was pale, and he planned to make the last move and think about it after going to prison, but he didn't expect this. Seeing Wei Yuan's murderous look in front of him, he hurriedly said: You stop, the world of spiritual energy, except you and me, there is nothing here. There are also the eyes and ears of other mountain spirits and wild monsters, and as long as they are asked, they will not be able to cover up what they have done.

You are still young, there is no need to die with the old man!

In order to survive, he coughed up blood, slapped the ground heavily, and said angrily:

Land, ghosts, come quickly, come quickly!

It's land, but it's just harmless spirits.

Wei Yuan really felt the extra pairs of eyes around him.

It is those ghosts that existed in ancient times, the nature of things, and the spiritual energy is slowly awakened after the recovery.

There is no way to harm people, but it is also difficult to kill.

Those who have the right way can invite people to ask about things.

The old Taoist gasped for breath, his face was like gold paper.

Before he could open his mouth, Wei Yuan pulled the trigger again, and the armor-piercing bullet pierced the old Taoist's right knee. He let out another scream, and then fired another shot, piercing his right leg, and then slightly raised the muzzle of the gun. Locking the eyebrows once, the old Taoist growled.

The armor-piercing shell was fired, but it just penetrated into a scarecrow, which was another way to die.

But this time, the body of the old Taoist appeared not far away, gasping for breath.

The invisible mountain spirits around stared at the scene.

The old man said angrily: I'm dead, don't think about it!

Who are you, which faction do you belong to?! Do you know the rules?!

The trolls seem to be whispering to each other.

Several of them seemed to come out to persuade Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan put away the empty firearms, then took out the Crouching Tiger badge and hung it on his waist.

There was a roar of tigers in the air.

The atmosphere of the deserted village that seemed to have surrounded many 'people' just now froze.

Wei Yuan looked calm, raised his hand and drew his sword.

The sound of the sword blade rubbing against the scabbard was cold as if it had come out of the dim historical memory, making the hands and feet of the revived ghost feel cold.

Lieutenant Sili handles the case, please don't bother idlers.

………………

There was a moment of dead silence.

Then in the blink of an eye, all the monsters scattered cleanly.

The land drilled directly into the ground.

Feng Jing ran away lying on Fengjian'er, looking at the sky.

...Ancient Crouching Tiger?

The old Taoist's complexion was already pale, Wei Yuan exhaled and exerted force, the sword in his left hand was broken, and the Eight-faced Han sword was clenched tightly in his right hand. The broken sword tore at it with a chilly energy, and directly cut a hideous wound on the arm of the demon Taoist priest.

The eight-faced Han sword in the right hand follows it closely, like a dragon, piercing through his left shoulder and protruding out of the bone.

The old Taoist raised his hand to hold the blade, and said angrily:

Lang Lang Qian Kun, you want to kill me for a monster?!

With a calm expression on Wei Yuan's face, he slashed down heavily with the broken sword in his left hand, breaking through a layer of black cloud and embedding it into the old Taoist's shoulder.

He's not a monster.

Blood splattered.

Progressively raised his arms, the two swords staggered, and crazily attacked and killed in the way of Xuanyuan Jianjue and battlefield swordsmanship.

The old Taoist was originally cultivating supernatural powers, not like Wei Yuan's way of slaying demons and demons. In addition, he was injured and was broken by Lei Fa. Watching his life-saving method was constantly being defeated by Wei Yuan's swordsmanship Chopping, fear gradually appeared in my heart, the last sword slashed, the sound of tigers roared, and the last scarecrow used for death was chopped to pieces.

The old Taoist's complexion was pale, and he kept begging for mercy while backing away.

I...you stop, I've already made a mistake.

I was also forced. If you let me go, I will definitely die in prison for the rest of my life. Isn't that enough?!

I will give you all the Taoism and spells of our lineage, all of them.

Wei Yuan didn't answer, and his hands didn't stop at all.

The two swords slashed wildly, and the swordsmanship was powerful, cutting through all the talismans and spells on the old Taoist priest.

He remembered the words of Captain Sili in Yuelu's photo.

Slay demons and eliminate demons without mercy.

I wait above the three-foot sword's edge, that is the clarity of this world!

Who is a demon? !

The eight-faced Han sword in his right hand held the old Taoist's right arm, and he held the broken sword in his left hand, and slashed across his throat, tearing the spell protection, and a burst of blood flowed out. The old Taoist's face was frozen, but there was nostalgia in his eyes. Tears came down, she fell to the ground with a plop, and opened her mouth, which seemed to be a person's nickname.

Wei Yuan put the long sword on his waist.

On the waist card, the feathers of Jinyu Bird emerged.

Mobilize the demon power to the greatest extent.

The Eight-Faced Han Sword slammed out. On the sword body, a gust of wind howled, and the extremely thin wind flowed in the opposite direction at an extremely fast speed, engulfing the corpse of the demon way, and was turned into flying ash by the majestic demon power in the air. Unable to die again, the strong demon power and hostility also shattered Wei Yuan's own breath.

Wei Yuan's face was pale, and he slowly withdrew his sword.

……………

Well, it's me, Wei Yuan, sorry Officer Zhou, I'm a step late.

Leaning on his sword, Wei Yuan looked at the direction where the sword energy and gust of wind dissipated, and said:

He seems to have absconded in fear of crime...

Where did you escape to?

I have no idea.

PS: Thanks to the 15,000 starting coins from the cat cultivator, thank you~