Fire and theft prevention

"You forced me, Xianxiu."

Following the soft voice of the woman, the dark devilish energy soared into the sky, entwining towards Huo Wei like black thorns.He took half a step back, drew out his sword with his right hand, and used golden flames to resist the devilish energy.

The two-phase impact of gold and black exploded, and the wooden eaves on the roof of the hall were blown away, leaving the wooden pillars in the hall empty, standing alone on the stone steps.

"It's finally time for you to make a move." Huo Wei raised his sword, frowned, and said, "Moxiu."

The situation changed suddenly, Mu Qingjia used the lacquered pillars in the palace to cover up the demonic energy and flames, touched the jade ring that Le Lu gave him with his right hand, and let go as if being electrocuted.

Amidst the explosion, Bu Chen protected Shi Zhao with his body, raised his head and looked outside the hall.He frowned and hesitated for a moment, then picked up Shizhao and placed her in the back garden a little far away, bit his fingertips and drew a circle of runes to protect her in the rune array.

Then he cast a spell to ride a crane, soared straight up, and circled over the main hall.

A stone seal flew out from his chest, and instantly turned into six pieces, floating behind him in the shape of a hexagram.Bu Chen chanted the mantra, the six-star seal spun rapidly, his whole body surged, and his sleeves fluttered in the strong wind.

Wherever the sand crane passed, yellow sand was scattered, and the entire main hall was covered by sandstorms, and any living things were engulfed in it, and there was nowhere to escape.

In Buchen's hand, a startling wind arrow was condensed, and it was strung on the stone bow, aiming at the center of the devil's energy.

The majestic devilish energy dissipated, revealing the woman within.Her exposed skin was blue-purple, and the plain white shirt hung mottled on her body, and the whites of her eyes were not visible, only pitch black.

Even so, she still hugged her husband and never let the devilish energy in her body hurt him at all.

"You forced me." She said softly to Huo Wei, "If you let him go, I could have died as his daughter."

"Eat all the souls of mortals, die for the love of mortals, and then turn back into a demon cultivator and kill us with a backhand?" Huo Wei sarcastically said, "Your daydream is too beautiful."

"Yuan'er..." The city lord woke up from a brief coma, "Yuan'er, why did you become like this? What did you mean by what you said just now?"

The woman's face pierced by stitches showed a gentle smile: "I am Yuan'er, my husband, don't be afraid."

Huo Wei sneered, didn't bother to say much, raised his sword and cut off at the woman.

The woman showed no sign of weakness, black thorns sprouted from the back of her heart, supporting the Butterfly Sword like a spider leg.The thorns that looked like plants and metal melted quickly, and black pus flowed down, corroding the bluestone bricks.

An arrow startled the wind and shot down from a high place, cutting off several thorns and scattering them into yellow sand.

The woman stared high into the sky, her eyes fixed on Bu Chen in the wind and sand.Demonic energy surged in her eyes, and the thorns on her back pierced the person in the air with claws and teeth.

The thorn was extremely flexible, and Bu Chen missed three shots in a row. Just at this time, a pine tree suddenly slanted from the beam of the main hall, blocking the thorn's path, and the thorn's dodging space decreased sharply.

The woman lost half of the thorns, her strength was slightly weaker, and the thorns blocking the Nether Butterfly sword were pressed down a little more.A red-golden sword hung half an inch in front of her forehead, and the scorching golden flames burned her corrupted skin, turning from bruise to charcoal black.

"Who is helping you behind your back?" Huo Weihan said, "Speak out, and I will give you a decent way to die."

"I don't understand the meaning of the elder." The woman's voice was still soft, not like she was in danger, but more like a lover whispering.

Nether Butterfly Sword pressed down again, and Huo Wei asked sharply, "What is your relationship with Venerable Li Yan?"

"This title, I have never heard of it before." The woman smiled, then said slowly, "However, a hundred years ago, there was a child who came to Guyi Mountain to worship me as a teacher, and I taught him some things."

Huo Wei then forced to ask: "Who else have you passed the power of speech to?"

The woman didn't answer, but she still smiled and said: "I am so concerned about my concubine's tricks, I'm afraid it's because of that child that I have suffered a lot."

Huo Wei's eyes became more hostile, and he gritted his teeth and said, "No pardon."

The crimson sword edge flashed golden light, and the huge golden flame butterfly broke out of the cocoon, waving its wings and wrapping itself around the woman.

The black thorns rushed out from behind her, caught the golden flame butterfly, and used the technique of golden cicada to escape its shell.She hugged the city lord and rolled down the steps, protecting him under her body, and looked back at Huo Wei.

The black thorns were burnt to ashes in the golden flame butterfly wings, and they fell on the jade-white steps without extinguishing, swallowing everything they touched, no matter wood, stone, sand or soil, into the flames.

The sound of burning fire was heard inside the palace, and the thoroughfare outside the palace was full of people's voices, such as "the water is running out!", "Hurry up and put out the fire!"

Mu Qingjia used the condensation talisman to extinguish the fire that was spreading outside the palace, his brows slightly frowned.

He knew that the younger brother was really angry.And all of this is related to the magic cultivator who called the Venerable Liyan, and also to the source of the power speech technique, the mysterious female demon cultivator.

But he had doubts in his heart: when he was in Qingqiu Mountain, the demon who wanted to steal the fox fairy had five colors in his body, except for the gray mist that enveloped him, he was almost no different from ordinary monks.

However, the demon cultivator in front of him was a mortal's white before, but after his identity was revealed, he turned into a rich black.

That means that she doesn't have a trace of Five Elements Spiritual Qi all over her body, but only pure devilish Qi.

Under the stone rock, the burns on the woman's back were so deep that the bones could be seen, followed by three consecutive arrows, which nailed her legs and right arm into the bluestone slab.

She still looked calm, just about to pull out the sand arrow on her arm, when she suddenly felt a chill in her throat.

The woman lowered her eyes slowly, and saw a folding fan resting on her throat, and the other end of the folding fan was the hand of the city lord.

She stared at the city lord, at the man who had been gently calling her "Yuan'er".

"Who are you?" The man asked tremblingly but firmly, "Tell me, are you Yuan'er!?"

The woman was stunned, but she opened her mouth but said nothing.

Another arrow shot, and her left arm, which was lifted in the air, was also nailed to the floor tiles.

The woman cleared her throat, but there was a choked sound in her throat.Like many times in the past, she sang softly to the scholar: "Don't be in doubt, don't let the slave's true feelings down..."

That was Nie Xiaoqian's libretto, and it was also her favorite opera.Despite being in such a desperate situation, her singing is still graceful and melodious, and it is soul-stirring to hear.

"You are not her." The fan held by the city lord against her throat couldn't help trembling, "She has never treated me so kindly, nor looked at me like this."

He stared at the woman's dark eyes, as if he saw the past in them.

"When I saw her on the stage for the first time, I thought in my heart, why can she live such a wanton and happy life with such a humble status?" He tremblingly said, "So I married her. I can't find the former happiness in her eyes either. I know she blames me."

"She was killed. Killed by me and the City Lord's Palace." He focused his eyes, "So I swear, I must bring her back and let her start a new life."

He knew deep down in his heart that he would be at the bottom of a cliff for the rest of his life, with no possibility of turning over.

However, only when the humble actress stepped on his shoulders and struggled upwards, and only when he looked up at her figure, could his sight be illuminated by a ray of skylight on the top of the cliff.

"So she must come back." He said gently but decisively, "—and you must die."

With a "chi" sound, the handle of the fan was pushed forward.

The woman's tear-blurred vision was spinning, and her head rolled on the ground for two weeks before finally stopping.

The head saw her husband hugging the headless corpse tightly, the folding fan in his hand was stained with rotting blood, dripping down drop by drop.

"It's okay, don't be afraid." The city lord comforted the headless corpse, "It's okay to break it as many times as you want, I will sew your head back together. She's gone, Yuan'er, come back soon."

His whole body was bathed in black blood, and his voice was so gentle, almost the same as that of the demon cultivator, which made Mu Qingjia's hair stand on end.

A pair of gold-patterned black boots stepped over Jin Yan and stood in front of him.

"Your woman has long since disappeared." Huo Wei said, "No matter how many times she is reborn, she will never come back."

The city lord glanced at his face, but as if he didn't see or hear anything, he still murmured: "The bad woman has been driven away by her husband, why hasn't Yuan'er come back to see me?"

His expression is crazy, his eyes are full of twisted obsessions, he is already half crazy.

The main hall collapsed under the burning of the golden flames, thick smoke billowed, and the flames screamed to devour more lives.Mu Qingjia kept drawing condensation talismans one after another, hitting the tumbling golden flames, preventing them from spreading farther away, even on the thoroughfare of Guyu City.

Black and gray smoke mixed with sparks shot out, he paused with his fingertips, then covered his mouth with his sleeve and sneezed.

When he put down his sleeves, a puff of smoke ash with a strong fragrance suddenly inhaled into his lungs, and he coughed violently one after another, only to feel that he was almost suffocated by the smoke.

The fragrance is the same as what he tasted in the drinking water of Guyi City, it belongs to the fragrance of Yao grass.

Mu Qingjia felt uneasy.

How can a person who can teach such great power as Venerable Liyan be a good character?Will that woman really be killed by a magic weapon?

The woman's head rolled to the ground, her eyes wide open as if she was dying.

Huo Wei's attention seemed to be entirely on the city lord.Faces appeared in his mind, including men, women, young and old, each of which was extremely similar to himself.Then there is the old but skilled hand of the old sugar seller in Guyu City.

However, all life is smoke and dust, and the source of that evil is what his current sword is aiming at.

He raised his sword and swung it down.

In an instant, the head rose from the ground, piercing through the city lord's heart with lightning speed.The bright red blood spurted out like a spring, splashing in all directions, leaving mottled blood on Huo Wei's pale cheeks.

The sharp teeth of the skull opened like a ghost, until it came to devour him in the face!

As if Huo Wei had been prepared for a long time, he turned his wrist, turned his sword, and beheaded his head horizontally under the Butterfly Sword.

The head was broken in half and gradually ablated in the golden flames.Her mouth opened and closed, and she clearly lost her vocal cords, but she uttered a female voice.

The female voice is very different from the voice of the mayor's wife, but the only thing that remains the same is the eerie softness and the calmness that seems to be under control.

"See? This will be your end." She said to Huo Wei.

"Junior brother!" Mu Qingjia propped up his water shield and rushed over. His forehead was sweating from the heat of his soul, and his legs were all ordinary wood, burned by the remaining golden flames, and sparks popped out.

Huo Wei's ears moved slightly, and he said indifferently to the head: "I won't."

The eyes of the head stared at him, and said to himself: "I curse you, you will never be able to get the one you love. You will kill him with your own hands, once, countless times."

Huo Wei shook his sword to shake off the blood on the Butterfly Sword, and turned his back.The head finally completely disappeared in the golden flames, leaving only the female voice echoing in the palace.

"Have you ever heard of abandoning demons?" She said softly, "Yao Ji had the regret of dying before she died, and when she died, her regrets were forged into obsessions, and obsessions became demons."

Huo Wei paused slightly.

"Your sword can easily kill the demon cultivator, but I am the demon she discarded when she became a fairy." She said, "Do you think the curse of the demon will work?"

The two halves of the head grinned at the same time, revealing a mouth full of sharp white teeth.

Without hesitation, Huo Wei turned around and slashed with his sword again.That terrifying smile, together with the bodies of the city lord and his wife, were wiped out in the flames.

When he looked again, he found that the head had already been burned, and what he saw just now was just an illusion.

Thick smoke and dust rose from the flames for no reason, and a tree of peach blossoms blocked the flames and dust for Huo Wei, protecting him in the faint fragrance of peach blossoms.

Seeing that he was safe and sound, Mu Qingjia's heart was slightly relieved.

"Junior Brother." He smiled and called without purpose.

But Huo Wei seemed to be worried about something, frowned, and left him instead, taking a step back.

"Don't touch me," he said.

"Junior brother?" Mu Qingjia stopped smiling.

"Let's get out of here first." Huo Wei lowered his eyes, "I hope it's me who thinks too much."

Seeing that the situation subsided, Bu Chen in the sky evacuated the storm, and landed to find his master.

There are still three or five columns on the rocky rock behind the main hall. They were all made of hard-to-buy nanmu, but now they are lingering in the flames.

Mu Qingjia stayed away from Huo Wei obediently, but still smiled and said: "Okay, I won't touch you. We only go to put out the fire, and don't care about the rest of the mess. Let the Marquis of Yuzhou worry about it."

Huo Wei was still vigilant and refused to withdraw his sword, his eyes were bloodshot, and he quickly looked around.

"You will kill him with your own hands..." The woman's voice lingered in his ears, Huo Wei raised his sword and looked around, but found nothing.

The ubiquitous fragrance of Yaocao dulled his sense of smell, he held his breath, but the ubiquitous fragrance had already invaded his five senses.

From the moment they stepped into Guyi City, the fragrance of Yaocao was like a spider weaving a web, slowly engulfing them into the web.

In the raging flames, black shadows appear and disappear from time to time, occasionally mixed with a woman's laughter.

Huo Wei's abnormality was noticed by Mu Qingjia. He felt that his junior had been seeing things he couldn't see and hearing voices he couldn't hear.

He remembered what the other party said, "I hope it's me who thinks too much", so he also calmed down and poured all his thoughts into his spiritual eyes.

His vision was unprecedentedly clear, and he suddenly saw a faint black smoke hidden behind Huo Wei, slowly probing its tentacles towards Huo Wei's soul.

Mu Qingjia's expression changed suddenly.

"It was discovered." The black smoke grinned, "You really are..."

In an instant, Mu Qingjia's mind was completely blank, and his body suddenly produced an unparalleled suction force, trying to pull the black smoke away from Huo Wei's body.

At the same time, the demon also accelerated its invasion into Huo Wei's soul.

The two phases saw each other only in an instant, Mu Qingjia pulled out half of the black smoke, but there was still a wisp of devilish energy that penetrated into Huo Wei's soul.

The flames rose again.