Li Ying was still ignorant, but Long Shen knew very well how this eight-headed snake appeared.

To be precise, it is the combination of Shikigami and demonic energy in Onmyoji.

I want to know that people like Otowa Yuhiko have had perverted traits since they were ordinary human beings. This kind of personality is inherently anti-human and anti-social. Understand, he tirelessly wants to open the abyss channel and turn the world into purgatory, and for Otowa Yuhiko, he is already a dark creature, and he must look forward to the full-scale arrival of darkness. He not only wants to rule the world, but also wants to completely Opening up various spaces, using more abundant magical energy to enhance one's own strength, and then surpassing all creatures, in the final analysis, it is the consequence of infinite magnification.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Otowa Hatohiko yearned for the ancient Warcraft, and created a new Yaqi Orochi based on the Orochi Orochi as a prototype.

Long Shen has never seen the legendary Baqi Orochi, but in his opinion, the power of this monster in front of him is very powerful, even a bit more powerful than the bone dragon on Changbai Mountain that day. Otoyu is carefully nourished.

The sword light penetrated through one of the snake heads, and the huge snake head fell to the ground and slammed heavily on the lake, completely angering the eight-headed snake. Trapped him.

The fishy wind came directly, and even Li Ying was affected. He couldn't help feeling nauseated, but Long Shen didn't change his face. There was no way could get him.

In exchange for Wu Bingtian, who is good at using talismans, he may not be able to deal with this huge beast, but the magic weapon is invincible. The dragon on Changbai Mountain has an old problem, and he can still subdue the bone dragon. It is described as terrifying and powerful. Against the dragon, it is like a chess match. The calm lake surface has long since vanished into nothingness in this ups and downs. If you don't hold the tree trunk beside you firmly, you can avoid being washed away by the lake.

He looked up, and the surrounding sky darkened unknowingly, only a trace of blood in the sky gradually smudged, as if to indicate some kind of ominous, Long Shen screamed, and his body was actually caught by one of the snake heads in mid-air The snake's teeth closed, Longshen's head was in a different place, and the stump fell down.

Do not!

True and false, false and true.

Li Ying recited this sentence silently, closed her eyes, and reopened them.

Long Shen was not dead, he was still fighting with the Orochi, the sky was not blood red, but the royal blue in the evening.

Li Ying breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that although he did not need to participate in the war, the war had never been far from him. He still needed to fight against the illusions all the time until he defeated them.

He sat down with his legs crossed and began to run the Shimen Heart Method.

Long Shen shook his head.

He saw the winter solstice rushing towards him with a sword, but in the blink of an eye, the winter solstice turned into a ferocious snake head, and opened its fangs, intending to turn him into food in the belly!

Long Shen handed out the sword light without changing his face, and cut off a snake head.

Although the behemoth is powerful, its shortcomings are also obvious. The body's response is much slower than the brain's.

But the illusion created by the demonic energy affects him all the time. In other words, the whole environment is the product of illusion. Only the Orochi is real. In fact, they are still trapped in the mirror space, but they entered from the surface mirror image just now. in a deeper mirror.

Long Shen has been looking for a way to break the mirror image, and now he has finally found it.

That is, kill the Orochi!

The white light faintly glowed with purple light, Long Shen was in the sword light, and his body was almost empty. The eight-headed snake lunged and roared with its teeth and claws, but it was empty. The next second, Long Shen appeared behind it, and the sword edge fell. The head of the snake, blood spurted out, splashing all over him.

But in Long Shen's eyes, it was the winter solstice that he personally decapitated his head, his head flew up, and his expression stayed at the most frightened moment, Long Shen's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and a sharp pain immediately came from his back, and the snake's tail was fierce. Pulling on his back, the huge force can almost shatter one's bones, and only Long Shen's special physique can escape the catastrophe.

Everything is an illusion. Long Shen's reason clearly told him this, but he didn't understand it. Emotions can be indifferent. He once thought that he would not be easily moved by emotions like a real human being, but he didn't know it until the end. No, no, it's just that I haven't met that person before, and I haven't reached that level yet.

If the love is not deep, it does not move like a mountain, and where it is emotional, even the smallest details can be seen moving.

From the day he could sense the spring rain and autumn frost and take the shape of a sword into a human form, he has been alone.

Humans have weaknesses, likes and dislikes, and partiality.

His weakness was given to the Winter Solstice, his love was given to the Winter Solstice, and his eccentricity was also given to the Winter Solstice.

Long Shen's heart was clear, and the sword in his hand became more and more stable. Even if he opened his eyes, all he saw was the winter solstice, and he no longer wavered or hesitated.

Swords rise and swords fall, light and shadow criss-cross, the eight-headed snake roars and dances wildly on the lake, as if to poke a hole in the sky. It was also almost destroyed by the Orochi. Long Shen found that the most difficult thing about this Orochi is not that it is huge and has destructive energy, but that its head and tail will remain after being chopped off. Regeneration, the cycle is endless, and the battle never ends, so he must destroy the snake head completely before it can regenerate.

"Li Ying!"

"Yes!" Li Ying was slightly shocked and opened his eyes.

Long Shen jumped up in the air and landed lightly on the snake's body, and the voice came from afar.

"I need your talisman to cooperate to completely burn the wound that cut off the snake's head and stop it from regenerating. How are you now?"

"No problem!" Li Ying stood up with the trunk of the tree. He still saw an illusion in his eyes. The snake head always turned into Chi Banxia, ​​and was cut down by Long Shen again and again.

After adjusting his breath, Lingtai is much clearer now. As long as he firmly believes that it is not true, he will not hesitate to take action.

Long Shen raised his hand, and a sword light swept toward Li Ying from in front of him. Li Ying subconsciously reached out and found that there was an extra long sword in his hand.

The body of the sword is like a clear spring, clearly reflecting his face.

Li Ying saw that he was tired, shaken, and eager to try.

He clenched the hilt of the sword, took a deep breath, exerted force with his steps, ran towards the snake's head, and pulled out the unused talisman from his pocket with one hand.

"Dragon Bureau, here I come!"

They have to fight for themselves and their loved ones.

Do your best.

...

Tang Jing and Yu Buhui chased the trace of Bei Chihui and came to the outside of a yard. They saw Bei Chihui's figure disappearing at the gate of the yard from a distance. Yu Buhui gave Tang Jing a wink and asked him if he was chasing. Jing pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and made a gesture, indicating that he should go first, so that Yu did not regret to cooperate in the back, so he entered the yard.

The sky has completely darkened, lanterns are lit in the yard, and the candles flicker through the sarong. There is no electricity here, but the oldest candles, dotted with stars, like stars scattered in the world, adding a bit of romance.

But Tang Jing had no intention of appreciating it. He only found that Bei Chi Hui's aura disappeared completely when he got here, and was replaced by the sound of the piano, which seemed to be absent, coming from the back room.

The sound of the piano is simple and simple, and the tune is out of tune, but that sound touched Tang Jing's heart.

There seems to be traction in the dark, please open the door in front of him and find out.

Tang Jing groaned slightly, too lazy to play tricks with the other party. With a wave of his hand, the Japanese-style door was automatically pushed open to both sides, revealing the people sitting in the room.

The man held Qin, raised his head, and looked at him.

Tang Jing's footsteps condensed, and the action of attacking suddenly stopped, but his expression became colder.

"Long time no see." The other party smiled slightly, "Tang Tang, how are you?"

Tang Jing said coldly: "You are not him at all."

Mingxian showed an interesting expression and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why do you see it?"

Tang Jing: "He is already dead."

Mingxian smiled: "I told you that day that part of my soul was controlled by Otoyu, the dead part is dead, but the living part is still alive, and he used the remaining part to resurrect me again. So, I'm still me."

Tang Jing: "If it were the real him, he wouldn't want him to be alive. He wanted to leave the world clean and spotless, but you still linger on, succumbing to Yinyu's will and becoming his murder tool. Not Mingxian!"

His voice became louder and louder, and with the last sentence uttered, Tang Jing suddenly shot, and countless dazzling fragments flew to Mingxian like rain. Flying up and down, the strings were divided into five strands and shot at Tang Jing!

Tang Jing stretched out his hand and grabbed one of them. Regardless of the blood beads in his palm being strangled by the sharp strings, his body took advantage of the situation to rise in the air. The silk ribbon woven by ice silkworms wrapped around Mingxian's wrist tightly. He took the man to his arms. In the area, the two were facing each other, so close at hand, Tang Jing could not only sense each other's breathing rate, but also clearly see his own reflection in Mingxian's eyes.

"Mingxian is already dead. So, you should die too." After he said this lightly, his blood-soaked hand stretched out like lightning, grabbed Mingxian's neck, and quickly tightened it.

"You said that, it makes me very sad." Mingxian smiled, and his figure disappeared in his arms.

"I have prepared a sumptuous feast for your arrival, are you ready to enjoy it?" Mingxian's voice sounded from all directions, ethereal, like a dream, like a fantasy, as far and near.

The next moment, countless black demonic qi burst out from the floor tiles, and the demonic qi closest to Tang Jing was the first to wrap around his ankle, going up layer by layer, pinning Tang Jing's whole body to the ground, unable to move.

At this time, a figure flew out like a bright light. Wherever it went, all the demonic energy in the courtyard was smashed to pieces, the floor tiles cracked and exploded, and the fragments flew in the air, turning into sharp blades and attacking Tang Jing and the fish. not regret.

The two were back to back, one using a sword, the other using a silkworm belt, to protect the whole body tightly, and the fragments bounced back and were all shot back into the house.

"You came out too fast, I can handle it!" Tang Jing was a little speechless, thinking that if he didn't fight together, he just didn't have a tacit understanding. Otherwise, let alone Long Shen or Wu Bingtian, even the left and right hands of his branch could cooperate better with him. Okay. "You were originally a secret chess of mine, and you can be more useful at critical moments. Now that you have exposed it in advance, it means that your hole card is seen by the enemy!"

Yu Buregai said impatiently, "Don't be long-winded, you haven't said when you will come out. Of course I'm acting by chance. What should I do now?"

Tang Jing was annoyed: "Fight out of the siege, what else can I do! You are on my right, you are in front of me!"

The voice fell, and the two flew out at the same time. Between the criss-crossing lights and shadows, a huge airflow spun out from the two of them, stirring up the entire yard. All the doors and windows of the house were overturned, and there was no one inside.

"He ran away?" Yu Buregi bumped Tang Jing with his elbow, "Your old lover ran away?"

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Tang Jing really wanted to sew up his mouth.

Because just after Yu Buhui finished speaking, the two heard Ming Xian say, "It was just dessert before the meal, and the next thing is the main dish."

Although Tang Jing clearly stated that Xianxian was no longer the Mingxian it used to be, in fact, he couldn't tell whether the person who would call him Tang Tang and laugh exactly the same as before was still Mingxian.

He knows better than anyone Mingxian's desire for freedom before he dies. Mingxian doesn't want to become Yinyu's puppet at all. It was a blessing to be able to transform the artifact, but for Mingxian, it was just the beginning of fate. .

If it was as Mingxian said, Yinyu used the rest of his soul to resurrect him again, it would mean that Tang Jing would kill him again.

Tang Jing closed her eyes and looked at the evil spirits in white clothes that appeared from eight directions in the yard at some point in time. A pale face appeared under the black hair that reached her waist. There were no eyes or nose, only a mouth, like a grin. And laughing, looking more and more frightening.

"What's this?" Yu did not regret that he had never seen such a battle, and it was a bit novel.

"Eight directions Prajna formation." Tang Jing said.

The prajna here is not a term in Buddhism, but refers to a kind of evil spirit in Japan, which haunts the ghosts and resentment in his heart, and after his death, his resentment soars to the sky, in order to deceive people's hearts and kill people for fun, but these eight prajna must have passed through Yinyu. Jiu Yan's refining has become a combination of evil spirits and monsters, which is even more difficult to deal with.

"The most difficult thing about this formation is that the eight directions of Prajna communicate with each other, and the cycle is endless. It is impossible to kill only one."

Yu Buregai just cut off a Prajna that rushed towards him when he heard Tang Jing's words.

Immediately after he saw the white light dissipate, Prajna quickly revived in place.

"If you don't say it sooner, how will you break the formation!"

Tang Jing said: "Kill at the same time!"

Needless to say, the two of them shot in tandem one after the other!

Although Tang Jing knew that there was truth or falsehood in this yard, outside the formation, what he saw might not be the truth, but he might not have guessed that Mingxian was standing outside the formation, not far from him.

Watching the two break through the formation, Ming Xian did not move, and Bei Chi Hui said coldly, "According to the master's instructions, now is the best time to kill them."

Mingxian said lightly, "I have my own measure."

Beichihui got up suddenly and wanted to walk into the formation, but Mingxian anticipated her move one step earlier, and reached out to stop her. The two of them passed a few tricks in a blink of an eye. Beichihui's tone was cold: "You want to betray the master?"

Mingxian grabbed Beichihui's collar and pulled it closer. The nose tip of the two of them was facing the tip of the nose. The girl's porcelain doll-like face was indifferent.

"You killed your master?"

Bei Chihui was still indifferent: "To die for the master's great cause, he died in the right place."

Mingxian suddenly laughed.

There was sarcasm in the laughter, some of Fujikawa's worthlessness, and even more mockery of himself.

When Beichihui woke up, she was no longer Beichihui. She was possessed by demonic energy and became Otowa Hatohiko's murder tool. The first thing she woke up was to dig out the heart of Fujikawa, the master who raised her. Eat it, replenish energy, carry out Otoyu's order, and come over to solve Tang Jing and Yu Buregai.

Compared to her complete alienation, Mingxian felt more like a failure or half-finished product.

When life comes back again, it will not bring him the surprise of coming back from the dead, but pain and torture.

"I really envy you." He said to Beichi in a low voice.

Otoyu used the fake materials of Jinyin Pingwenqin to repair the real qin, and then restored the Mingxian with a part of the soul that he had previously held in his hand. Naturally, he also injected magic energy into it, and used the ready-made Ding Lan soul to make up for the gold and silver. There may be flaws in the resurrection of Pingwenqin, but after the resurrection Mingxian still failed to become an obedient murder weapon like Beichi Ei as Otowa wanted. He wandered between good and evil, and his mind was often confused.

Just like now, two voices were constantly tugging at the bottom of his heart, forcing him to set up a formation to trap Tang Jing, and then making him want to save a life for Tang Jing. He couldn't even figure out whether he was still the original Mingxian, and Or he just inherited the feelings and memories of Mingxian, but he is actually a completely different person.

His hand was already on Bei Chihui's neck, but after a moment's delay, Bei Chihui was soon able to break free and pushed him away fiercely.

"Otoyu Mingxian, don't forget your mission." Bei Chihui said coldly, "If you don't obey, the master will kill you."

"I hope he can really kill me, because I'm afraid he will use me as a test again." Ming Xian smiled and stopped her from entering the battle.

"Mingxian, my child, are you disobedient again?"

Otowa Jiuhiko's voice sounded in Mingxian's mind for no reason, causing his body to tremble slightly, his eyes suddenly filled with black demonic energy, and his expression changed, becoming indifferent and ruthless like Beichi Ei.

The devilish energy prevailed again, Mingxian opened his lips and seemed to want to say something, but even he himself forgot what he wanted to say the moment before.

"Enter the battle and kill them." Otoyu Jiuyan said.

Mingxian looked at Beichihui's back, and seemed to step forward, but there was another force that stopped him invisibly.

He shouldn't be like this, there seems to be a faint resistance in the back of his mind.

But what was it like?

Many pictures flashed in front of Mingxian's eyes. He couldn't even tell whether it was something he had experienced before, or it was forcibly instilled by Yinyu, or it belonged to Ding Lan's memory.

His face was distorted, and his face was divided into half good and half evil, half like a Buddha sympathizing with pain, and half pulling out a vicious and vicious smile.

"Kill them!" Otowa Jiuyan was angry, and his voice was louder, like an invisible hand, pulling his nerves and pulling hard.

Mingxian walked forward involuntarily, raised his hand slowly, and the silk string suddenly shot at Tang Jing in the formation.

...

Wu Bingtian was struggling to move forward in the sea of ​​blood and skeletons.

His hand holding the sword was still there, but the other hand had already been eaten away, leaving the empty sleeve tube and half of his arm stained with blood.

The evil spirits formed by the condensed demonic energy surrounded him, reaching out to him thirsty, trying to devour his flesh and blood. If Wu Bingtian hadn't had the qi to protect his body, he would have been dead by now.

Rao is so, he is getting more and more tired, and his steps are getting slower and slower. After all, he is only one person. Before, the sword energy was swept away, the sword was exhausted, and the sea of ​​blood was completely emptied, but he was not able to find it in a very short time. There was a way to break the barrier, so the demonic energy gathered again and surrounded him, exhausting Wu Bingtian's physical strength little by little, and even eroding his arms when he was relaxed.

Wu Bingtian was ruthless, biting the tip of his tongue and spraying blood on the sword.

Although blood is blood from the tip of the tongue, the tongue to the heart is equivalent to blood from the heart, and it will never be used easily unless it is a last resort.

The red light flashed away, he raised his long sword, jumped up, recited the nine-character mantra, the red light cut through the air, and slashed forward from top to bottom!

The sword energy shot out, and it rose sharply in an instant, from one point to one point, and then spread into a piece, covering the entire boundless sea of ​​blood. Under the light, all the ghosts wailed, the group of demons wailed, and all the demonic evil spirits slammed into all directions. , turned into powder.

But before Wu Bingtian could take a breath, in the boundless darkness, another demonic energy slowly grew, floated from the corner, and gradually took shape, like a man walking slowly, a woman crawling forward, they could not be liberated due to the suffering of the world. , was trapped here for the rest of life, and heart was full of demons because of sex. was addicted to fame, money, and love. couldn't get what wanted, but didn't get it. In the end, only a group of unconscious demonic energy was left. Erosion is joy, endless, endless.

Wu Bingtian was so annoyed that he also wanted to learn the Buddha's King Kong Angry Eyes and directly subdue the demons from all directions, but he had no strength. The sword cut just now exhausted all his strength, and he couldn't condense any real energy in a short period of time. Anger, he wanted to give it a try, to see if he could completely eliminate these demons with this sword, but of course he lost the bet, Otowa Hatohiko didn't know what method he used to make the barrier into a round and boundless shape. There is no breakthrough at all.

The monsters babbled in his ears, and various voices lingered endlessly. They tried to take advantage of the gap to find any flaws and desires in his heart, amplify them, and bewitch him into the devil's way.

Depend on! Wu Bingtian couldn't help but cursed fiercely.

Could he not know his weakness? He just wants to be an official, and it is best to stay in the official position all his life, but can that be called **, that is called ideal!

The author has something to say: A small theater that has nothing to do with the text:

Wu Bingtian: Being an official is not a **, but an ideal.

Song Zhicun: But you want to be a high official.

Wu Bingtian: So that is a great ideal.

Song Zhicun:  …