Grass and Trees of the Master of Demon Dao

The mountain road was rugged and it was getting late. A black-clothed Taoist carried two swords and walked step by step on the muddy path.

It must have been raining here. Song Lan looked up at the sky, but there was no light at all. He just passed a small village and learned that there was something unusual in this mountain. The walking corpses seemed to be walking this way. The sword came.

It's just that he had been gone for at least an hour, but he didn't even see a walking corpse. The whole mountain seemed to be asleep, hidden in the night, the quieter it was, the more strange it was.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of flying birds vibrating their feathers, hovering high in the sky, and the birds and beasts scattered. Song Lan immediately brushed the snow out of her sheath, her eyes were piercing, and she stared at the dark forest in front of her.The quieter he became, the more depressed he became. He brushed the snow with his sword and approached the woods cautiously. If something went wrong, he would strike immediately.

"Song Daochang, don't be nervous, I'm an old acquaintance..." A grinning voice came, seeming to be happy, "Song Daochang made it easy for me to find, but since Song Daochang took my things, he should return it. "

The tone is so familiar, it's really like friends meeting each other, unexpectedly there is joy in it.

The moment Song Lan heard the voice, his expression changed suddenly, and the majestic aura burst out of his body instantly, startling the flying birds, and the aura of Fu Xue's sword flowed, and his eyes were full of shock and anger.

"Heh, Taoist priests, eliminate demons and protect the way, and uphold justice!... Pooh, if you don't return people's things, I, a rascal, will have to bow down!"

Song Lan followed the sound as he approached, and saw a person sitting on the ground leaning against a tree trunk in the darkness. The person was half leaning on the tree, so he couldn't see clearly, but the voice was definitely Xue Yang!

The walking corpses circled around him ten steps away, neither far nor near, and kept going around. It turned out that all the walking corpses around here gathered in this place, no wonder there was no walking corpse before.

Fuxue came out of her sheath and was about to slash down on the place where Xue Yang was. A thunder and lightning pierced the sky, suddenly illuminating Xue Yang's appearance. Under the bright light of day, Xue Yang's face became paler, His expression was even more ferocious. He was obviously smiling, but he looked like a ghost crawling out of hell, surrounded by a strong smell of blood.

It was only then that Song Lan noticed that the tree trunk next to Xue Yang's left arm was darker than other places, like brown, which was the color soaked in blood.

Sure enough, he is an evil heretic, even with a broken arm and serious injury, he is still so difficult to deal with!

"Oh, I forgot, Daoist Song's tongue was cut off, and he can no longer speak at this time. Unfortunately, if Daoist Song could speak, it would be just a few words of beasts repeated. Animals are not as good as...cough cough..." Xue Yang lowered his voice. After coughing a few times, the corner of his lips overflowed with blood, but he didn't even care about it, he didn't even wipe it off, "Do you want me to teach you how to swear?"

"You should scold, you dumb, idiot! You claim to be an exorcist and a guardian, but you were killed by someone? Hahaha! Help justice?" Xue Yang paused, then said with a smile, "Stand on the street, look Are there many people who want to kill you, or are there many people who are afraid of you? Anyway, no one will respect you! Do you think you are still the old Aoxue Lingshuang Song Zichen! He's dead already!"

"A dead person, how dare you snatch it from me!" Xue Yang stared at Song Lan with pity, "Give me the spirit lock bag!"

Song Lan's eyes turned cold, and he couldn't speak, so he immediately made a move. Fuxue went straight to Xue Yang with anger, but suddenly stopped three inches from Xue Yang's chest, the blade of the sword kept trembling, Song Lan stared intently at the things Xue Yang was covering his chest.

Yinhu Talisman.

"Besides your better swordsmanship, you have nothing to redeem. You are extremely stupid, extremely stupid! Back then, I did the massacre of Bai Xueguan, but you blamed Daoist Priest, ah, right in my arms. You said that I deceived him to be blind, but don't forget that he was blind because he gave someone to dig out his eyes! Would you like me to recall it for you!"

"I live well with the Taoist priest in Yicheng, you fool is here to disrupt the situation, you will die when you die, and you will drag the Taoist priest with you when you die! If it weren't for this, why would I waste so much energy and go everywhere? Collect the broken souls of the Taoist leader!"

"The Daoist became blind and died because of you, and you still claim to be his best friend. If I have a friend like you, how unlucky I would be! Hahaha!"

"Are you trying to kill me? Song Daochang?... Alas, it's a pity that this Yinhu Talisman cannot be touched. If I accidentally touch it... Tsk, it's a hundred miles away, I'm afraid it will go away There are corpses all over the place! Not to mention anything else, there are just a few villages nearby, with hundreds of people, Taoist Song, how many people can you save with your own strength? Hahaha! Fuck justice!"

Fuxue buzzed continuously in front of Xue Yang, and his aura surged, which showed how much Song Lan's anger had been suppressed. He wished he could kill Xue Yang immediately, and kill him quickly!

But just as Xue Yang said, once the Yinhu Talisman is touched, there will be a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood within a hundred miles. Compared with Wei Wuxian, Xue Yang is three points more insane. In other words, it's like a mustard, if you kill it, you kill it, it's no big deal.

Xue Yang's complexion was pale, and he stared at Song Lan with a gloomy gaze. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he did not hide his ferocity at all. He sat leaning against a tree, and his eyes turned up slightly to see people, revealing a white under his eyes, which was even more obvious. Vicious and malicious.

The Yinhu Talisman is Xue Yang's life-saving talisman. It is not only for threatening Song Lan, but also for these walking corpses. He was seriously injured and his golden core was unstable. Without the Yinhu Talisman, these walking corpses would swarm him and eat his flesh and blood. , tearing up its soul, this is backlash.

Those who practice ghost way will end up like this, and it is reasonable to assume that they are to blame.

Suddenly, somewhere in the forest, a shrill scream erupted. The sound was extremely ear-piercing, as if reaching through the eardrums and directly to the brain. Song Lan was a murderous corpse, but it didn't have much effect. On the contrary, Xue Yang's body jerked Shocked, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and the aura of disaster relief around him flickered and flickered. Now, even Song Lan could see that he was a powerful bow.

Xue Yang's eyes dimmed for a while, and his mind was constantly in a daze. He was panting rapidly, and this shock made his heart pulse vibrate. The golden core was already showing signs of shattering.

"What the hell!" Xue Yang's voice was hoarse, and he turned his head to look at the forest with a ferocious face. An aura that made him feel uneasy came from the forest.

He knew in his heart that if he encountered something powerful at this time, with his current strength, he would definitely fall here, so he immediately activated the Yin Tiger Talisman, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Song Lan.

Black lines slowly climbed from Song Lan's neck to his face. His face was grim and painful, and he was struggling, but he couldn't withstand the control of the Yin Tiger Talisman. His eyes were rolled up, without pupils, and they were dead white.

This is the appearance of being controlled by the Yinhu Talisman.

Fuxue fell to the ground with a "clang" sound. Xue Yang seemed to lose his strength, and suddenly his face turned pale.

He had a severe pain in his abdomen, and his spiritual power was surging in his body. He could almost feel the golden core was slowly shattering.

Normally, he would have stepped forward to taunt Song Lan, but at this moment, the ominous atmosphere in the forest made him extremely jealous, his eyes were fierce, and he carefully watched his surroundings. With difficulty, he raised his right hand and pointed towards Song Lan. Lan hooked his fingers and said, "Come here, give me the spirit lock bag."

Song Lan took out the spirit-locking pouch from his bosom just as he was controlled by Xue Yang before, and handed it to Xue Yang's hand. Xue Yang clenched the spirit-locking pouch tightly, stared at it for a while, and suddenly lowered his voice. She laughed, and said sweetly and kindly, "Oh, Taoist priest, look, you are back to me again."

As he spoke, blood was spilling from the corners of his lips, cold sweat dripped down his outline, the golden core was shattered, his body twitched in pain, but he still put the spirit lock bag into his arms with a smile , and patted his chest lightly twice to make sure that the spirit lock bag was still there, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Xue Yang raised his eyes to look at Song Lan, half-closed his eyes, his eyes became more fierce and malicious, he raised the corners of his mouth with a smile, and said kindly, "Daozhang Song, the road is easy, I won't see you off." " He snapped his fingers, Song Lan pulled out the Shuanghua on his back, turned the blade upside down, and laid it across his neck, Xue Yang's eyes darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Stop! Use this one!"

He threw the disaster disaster at hand to Song Lan, and Song Lan caught it. Shuanghua fell to the ground with a "clang" sound. Sweeping across the body, the tenderness in the eyes has never been seen before.

And at this moment, there was another mournful and high-pitched scream from the forest. The penetrating power of this sound was a bit stronger than before. Xue Yang suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood mist. They were all bloody.

Song Lan seemed to have reacted suddenly, and immediately took the sword and slashed fiercely, with great force, mixed with sword energy, the bright sword light flashed, Shuanghua came out of the sheath, and blocked the attack of Jiang disaster.

Song Lan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Shuanghua in disbelief, extremely shocked!

"Heh...cough cough..." Xue Yang clutched his chest, with blood gushing from his mouth, he laughed ferociously, "Surprise! Surprise! Hahaha! Daoist Song, Shuanghua, who you can't get out of, is willing to Block the sword for me! Unsheath for me! Why do you think it is? Ah!"

"Hahahahahahaha! You're killing me! Cough..." He laughed wildly, looked at Song Lan cruelly and viciously, then stopped laughing, and said with a friendly smile, "I have guarded Yicheng for eight years, Shuanghua I have used it for eight years, but I have never sealed the sword. Daoist Song must know what this means!..."

With such a proud appearance, he was unabashedly ruthless and cruel, every word was like a knife, bit by bit killing Song Lan.

"Because, Daoist Priest has already made Shuanghua recognize me as the master, hahahahahaha..."

In the dark night, lightning struck and the light was dazzling. Under the light, Song Lan's face was stiff. Xue Yang's eyes were bright, and the corners of his lips curled up, slightly revealing two small canine teeth.