Lie Huo Jiao Chou

"I was going to make a report when I came back, and you insisted on locking me up in the hospital." Yan Qiushan said——except for the special energy of the metal system, the resistance is lower than that of normal people, and it also has the potential of a gourd small diamond, which is especially resistant to beatings. It is said that as long as there is one breath left, the injury can bounce back by itself, "We metal people..."

"You are 'metal people', not 'metal'," Xiao Zheng interrupted him, and a staff member hurriedly moved a chair for Yan Qiushan to sit on. Seeing that Yan Qiushan was only struggling with movements, there was no painful expression on his face. Only then did Director Xiao regain his sternness, "Besides, have you explained your own problems clearly? Why did you leak your whereabouts when you came back? I don't have any idea? Whether you will be punished as a 'violation of discipline' or as a 'violation of law' has not yet been studied. Come out, you really think you..."

Wang Ze and Xuan Ji each stretched out a hand and pulled Xiao Zheng aside.

Wang Ze: "Father Xiao, you have worked hard, drink some water first."

Xuan Ji: "Uncle Xiao, please stand aside, the light reflected there just now is too shiny."

"That's fine," Yan Qiushan said very easy-going, put Zhichun beside him, stroked Zhichun's flax hair, "then treat me as a tainted witness."

With his successor Wang Ze and his neighbor Ke Xuanji as references, Team Yan appears to be very stable and reliable. He does not have the "Tota King" body shape like Wang Ze, nor is he like Xuanji's general leader. With a lingering mystery, he is a decent and solid man, like the handsome and decent hero in old movies.

Such a person, carrying a preschooler's toy doll with him, seems a bit weird. Even in the different control bureau, along the way, people would secretly look at him from time to time.

Yan Qiushan was very at ease, and he didn't seem to care what others saw.

Sheng Lingyuan looked on coldly, he felt a little pity for Yan Qiushan in the past, because he was stable and stable, he was a little tired, as if he was dying.But at this moment, he clearly couldn't even stand firmly, but his whole body relaxed, as if he suddenly had a calm vitality... The haggard saw the spring breeze.

Yan Qiushan said: "To make a long story short, I heard about it from an internal feed. This time, many of the deceased had criminal records. They are willing to absorb such people into the organization. I suspect it is some kind of sacrificial act."

"them?"

"This organization... let's call it an 'organization'. They don't recognize themselves as a 'religion', because the so-called religion is just an ideology. Anyone who wants to join can join. If you want to believe, you are a believer, and there is no qualification. They feel that they are fundamentally different from ordinary people. They worship the four-faced beast, and believe that it is their mission to inherit and ignite the 'Heavenly Fire'—that is, the Chiyuan active volcano."

Xiao Zheng immediately followed his advice and notified the on-site field staff to confirm.

Sheng Lingyuan recognized at a glance that the monster on Yan Qiushan's phone was the demon king, the initiator of the melee in Kyushu. In order to cleanse his bloodline, he used forbidden techniques to devour countless innate spiritual objects, thousands of heads and thousands of souls.Sheng Lingyuan suspected that he didn't have a good idea, so in the end, he combined the characteristics of various gods in ancient mythology, pieced them together, and "eat" himself into a four-faced one.

Wait... Devour?

When the demon king devoured the innate spiritual things back then, he really took the "demon core" from people, but now the blood of the blind men and the like is thin, so they shouldn't have demon cores, so what are the beads flying out of the corpse?

Xuan Ji asked from the side: "Captain Yan, why do you suspect that this is some kind of 'sacrifice'?"

"I don't know if they did it voluntarily this time." Yan Qiushan said, "It's popular among these people to practice a kind of exercise called 'forging the soul'. It is said that it can enhance special abilities and make people sharper. As I said, when you practice this kind of skill to a certain extent, you can feel a bead in your lower abdomen, just like the legendary 'inner alchemy'. There is a teaching video circulated internally, oh, I only watched the video once, it is not allowed Privately disseminated and preserved—the film is about a person spitting out a dark red bead after entering a meditative state, which is very similar to the bead flying out of the dead."

Xuan Ji "translated" to Sheng Lingyuan in a low voice: "Meditation is meditation."

"Yes, that's what they call it," Yan Qiushan said, "When you enter meditation, you need to cooperate with a spell, which is very complicated, and it is written like Biquanshanwen, but I have checked all the unearthed Biquanshan documents, but I can't find the corresponding words , the way of reading is even more strange, as far as I have heard, everyone reads it differently."

The language of the demon tribe and the human language are two systems. The tone of the common language of the demon tribe depends on the blood of the speaking demon——compared to the time when the water tribe and the winged tribe spoke the same common language in ancient times. , It is the sounds of birds and water that are irrelevant to horses and cattle, but the two tribes can communicate with each other.

If people learn it hard, the pronunciation will vary slightly with each person's blood.

Xuan Ji asked: "Do you still remember the content of the spell?"

"The full text is very long and complicated. I can't remember it. They will gather regularly to study together," Yan Qiushan shook his head. "I have only been there once. The atmosphere at the scene is too weird, and it does have the effect of enhancing special abilities after the practice. I don’t understand the principle, and I’m afraid of addiction or other side effects, so I didn’t dare to go deeper. As for whether the content of the spell has a specific meaning, there is no unified statement, and everyone seems to have their own interpretation.”

As he spoke, he clicked on a piece of audio stored in his phone: "I smuggled this out with the stealth recording equipment of the Fengshen No. There are a lot of noises, and the reference value is not much, let me listen to you.”

That piece of audio was like countless meaningless noises mixed together, including the sound of wind, water, and the movement of various flowers, birds, fish and insects... a little human voice was drowned in it, like an old monk chanting scriptures eight hundred miles away, and he couldn't hear it at all.

Xuan Ji suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Sheng Lingyuan: "Did you hear it?"

To Xuanji, those "noises" are actually the harmony of countless kinds of monsters speaking in unison, but because of the characteristics of the language of the monsters, these mixed-race people with special abilities who are close to ordinary people will automatically ignore other things and can only hear human voice.

The recording equipment mixes all the sounds regardless of the three sevens and twenty ones, so it is a buzzing to ordinary people.

"'I would like to turn my body into firewood, and the sky is fierce, and ninety-nine will return to one'," Xuan Ji turned to look at Sheng Lingyuan, "This is..."

Sheng Lingyuan: "Well, 'You slave bowed the original curse'."

Xiao Zheng and Wang Ze said in unison: "What the hell?"

"In ancient times, there were big demons who liked to keep slaves. They captured mortals and raised them like livestock. However, eating mortal wombs was of little value except for satisfying their appetites. So besides eating people directly, they also used these people to make alchemy. "," Sheng Lingyuan said, "is to trap the raised slaves in a special magic circle. The magic circle can take away their wisdom and move their souls, make them repeatedly recite the 'Bao Nu Bow to the Original Mantra', and then suck away the spirits of these people. Qi, pass it on to the formation master... but I haven't seen it myself to recite it on my own initiative."

Not only did I read it on my own initiative, but I also used my spare time to organize study classes. It can be said that I worked very hard.

No wonder the effect is unusual, he is as knowledgeable as a human emperor, and this is the first time he has met a mortal who can "work hard" to produce fake demon pills.

Xiao Zheng: "So it can be regarded as a kind of sacrifice?"

"The red bead that flew out of the corpse was probably produced by repeatedly using the 'You Nu Bow to the Original Curse'." Xuan Ji nodded.

These fools thought they were practicing a magical skill called "soul forging".

Back then, the demon king devoured spiritual objects from all directions to dilute the blood on his body, which was also called "soul forging".

Xuan Ji glanced at Sheng Lingyuan hesitantly - could it really be the resurrection of the demon king?

Back then, the human race paid a huge price to forge a pair of Heavenly Demon and Heavenly Demon Swords. During the 20 years of melee, millions of martyred souls were pressed in the depths of the Chiyuan, and they were directly chopped at the Demon King through the "Amplifier" of the Heavenly Demon Sword. It is said to fight poison with poison.

Xuan Ji still remembers the feeling of that sword, his whole body and soul seemed to be flattened, that power seemed to have an independent will, able to overwhelm everything, whether it was the Human Emperor or the last descendant of the Suzaku Clan... They are all completely dominated by the power that is like the rules of the world, they are like insects that cannot help themselves in the flood.

During the collision, the demon king was wiped out, and the all-conquering Heavenly Demon sword was also damaged.

The demon king is really so powerful that he can't cut off his head like this?

Sheng Lingyuan didn't even stumble for a second, and shook his head resolutely: "Impossible."

He is the sword bearer on the cusp of the storm, and he knows best in his heart that the severed head will not fall off.

Besides, even if the demon king is greedy, he is still very "picky eater". What he is obsessed with is always "innate". That's it—even if this old enemy has survived until now, will he "eat" everyone in spite of his face?

"Let someone watch the Biquanshan tomb first, don't approach it, and get rid of the idlers nearby," Sheng Lingyuan turned to tell Xiao Zheng, "Be ready to leave at any time... Oh, that plane, give me an open space."

Xiao Zheng: "What are you doing?"

"Set up the formation," Sheng Lingyuan said, "Another inferior slave will be placed in the formation to disrupt the power of the original formation and draw out the formation master."

"You can go to the tarmac."

Sheng Lingyuan waved his hand: "Lead the way."

Xiao Zheng acted according to his instructions instinctively, and the chief dispatcher turned around until he took the man to the tarmac, and Xiao Zheng suddenly came back to his senses, thinking inexplicably: "Wait, why should I listen to him?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "Get out of the way."

Xiao Zheng: "Do you need help..."

Before he finished speaking, all the off-site staff felt something passing by them, cold and cold, making people's hairs stand on end, and then they were collectively pushed out by a soft but unquestionable force.

On the open-air tarmac, the night wind was suddenly bitter, and the originally clear night sky was full of thick clouds. Sheng Lingyuan raised his head and glanced at the faint lightning and thunder, and sneered habitually. Every time he wanted to use the power against the sky, there would be Tianlei then warned, as if he cared.

The thief is also very long-winded, with a lot of nonsense.

Sheng Lingyuan stretched out his hand indifferently, but then, he suddenly remembered the unlucky forbidden technique, his back stiffened, he couldn't help but pause, then hesitated for a moment, and finally turned to Xiao Zheng helplessly: "Your company... , is there any lightning protection?"

It's all a burden added by that flat-haired bastard.

"Flat-haired bastard" came over: "I want to sneeze, are you scolding me again?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Xuan Ji smiled, showing the family emblem between his brows. He bent his fingers and made a "knee-bending" gesture, and lightly tapped Sheng Lingyuan's wrist: "Your Majesty, I will protect you."

After finishing speaking, flame-colored "ripples" floated under his feet, centered on himself, rippling outwards circle after circle, reflecting the tarmac as bright as day, and because of the "mountain alliance" connection between the two, There was a subtle resonance.

Xuan Ji whispered flatteringly in his ear, "I am your sword, master."

Sheng Lingyuan didn't take this set: "Don't dare, you are my ancestor."

As he spoke, the black mist spread out from his hands like layers of veil, mixing with the flames.

They are clearly born to restrain each other, but there is also an indescribable harmony, entangled into two strands, connected end to end inseparably, weaving a precise ancient formation.

The inferior slave bowed down.

It is evil and greedy, with a scum-like, ancient barbaric atmosphere, but it is a little more alive because of the thin flame-colored threads mixed in it.

The array was spread out layer by layer, and the moment it took shape, the sky was surging.

Then, a bolt of thunder struck straight down, and a scorching flame-colored light flew out of the magic circle, meeting with thunder and fire in mid-air. Sparks splashed all over for a moment, and under the cover of the flame, the black mist rushed directly into the sky. spread out in all directions—

Sheng Lingyuan opened his eyes, and there was a sudden movement in his heart... It was like a long time ago, when he was still young, and he occasionally felt something when he was exploring and practicing.

Suzaku is clearly able to ward off evil spirits, so why is there such a saying that it "passes on evil spirits"?

Why can this kind of pure and fierce flame bird be revived in Chiyuan fire?

This idea just passed by in a flash, and a staff member with a weak mind next to him was involuntarily attracted by the formation that devours everything, and wanted to step closer in a trance. A coin popped out of nowhere and hit his forehead.

The bewitched staff came to their senses and quickly backed away. Xuan Ji in the middle of the magic circle turned around, recalled the coins, and then sighed: "Your Majesty, 'Magic Tong Liuyu' is not bragging, you can really turn all living beings upside down." .”

Sheng Lingyuan ignored him, and looked up to the sky: "Here we are."

In the night sky, countless fake demon pills that had been sucked away sensed another more powerful formation, and for a while, they were like sheep that lost their shepherd dogs, not knowing where to go.

The strong wind whipped up Sheng Lingyuan's long hair, and the formation under his feet grew bigger and bigger, until it almost covered the entire tarmac.

The fake demon pills were divided, and part of them were attracted by the magic energy, and flew towards the apron of the different control bureau building.

They are like a wire, when they fall into the formation, they "short-circuit" the two formations that are torn apart from each other.

A huge black shadow floated above the tarmac, "reflecting" another formation that was devouring the fake demon pill. In the formation, there was an ancient tree surrounded by withered vines, with a diameter of more than a hundred meters and a ferocious root system. unusually large.

"Yo, it's revealed." Xuan Ji whistled, "Uncle Xiao——"

The flashes of the cameras prepared in the hands of the field workers were all lit up, Xiao Zheng turned his head and said to the staff around him: "Go and find out where this is, there must be records of such a thick old tree..."

At this time, Wang Ze pulled him.

"I don't think there's any need to check," Wang Ze said dryly, "Does it look familiar to you? I'm quite familiar with it."

Xuan Ji's whistle changed its tune - the old tree covered with withered vines was the one in the middle of the building of the Different Control Bureau.