? The old man's surname is Liu, and people call him Liu. Mr. Liu is very upset at this time. To tell the truth, Mr. Liu would not choose to take the mountain road at this time if he was not in a hurry.
? This mountain has never been peaceful, and sometimes it is shrouded in black fog at night, making it difficult to travel. Whenever it is shrouded in black fog, people near the mountain can vaguely hear many Ma Si's hissing roar, the clang of swords and thunderous cries. Some people say that the ancient undead are fighting, and some people say that this mountain has become a battlefield of the underworld. But in either case, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
? Mr. Hyde looked around while driving by the side of the road, but fortunately nothing happened so far. I hope God will take care of himself. The bright moonlight in the mountains contrasts with the dark green of the vegetation, and crickets and frogs accompany each other in the bushes, which gives Mr. Liu a little comfort.
? Yin bing
? Yun Zheyue, flickering. Mr. Hyde felt a little cold and tightened his collar. Everything around me seems to be shrouded in a faint black fog. No, it's really black fog. Black fog flooded everything like a flood. Mr. Liu was frightened. His donkey hissed from time to time, which made him feel quite scared.
? Suddenly, the steeds hissed and roared, "DuDu, DuDu ~" The sound of hooves approached, and a knight dressed in bronze double-breasted armor appeared. Knights are armed with swords, or long knives, or long guns. The sharp sword shines dark in the dim moonlight and black fog, which makes people have no doubt about its sharpness. Knights are mighty and extraordinary, they must be brave, with serious faces, no fewer than 100 people, and it is dark.
? Suddenly, a deep and ancient horn sounded and another cavalry appeared at the other end of the black fog. There are more than 1000 cavalry, armed with sabres, charged at the knights. The cavalry brandished a sharp sabre and attacked the prepared knight.
? At this time, Mr. Hyde discovered that I don't know when his place is no longer a mountain road, but an ancient battlefield full of dead bodies and broken halberds. On the battlefield, there were screams everywhere. More than 100 knights and thousands of cavalry were killed evenly. The knights were really brave!
? While Mr. Hyde was away, a seven-foot-long pike shone like a poisonous snake, and the eight-inch-long spear was only three inches from Mr. Hyde's throat. Mr. Head was at a loss. At this time, a figure jumped on Mr. Head like Huanglong. Passing 18-wheeler, when the eight-inch spear head of the pike was only one millimeter away from Mr. Head's throat, he threw himself on the ground, "Deng Yongqiang ~"
? The pike hit the saber with a deafening crash.
? Two mysterious clouds
? Mr Hyde, who recovered his life from the gun, was shocked to find that a young man in a tight-fitting cassock and holding a crimson wood blade saved his life. Before Mr. Head could say thank you, the young man took out a stack of yellow paper with spells written on it from his waist, and the yellow paper flew all over the sky. Combat knights and cavalry were a little slow when they came into contact with flying spells, and then the young man took the opportunity to take Mr Head and flee to high places.
? This young man dressed in a tight robe and dressed as a Taoist priest is Mao Qiudao. Mao Qiudao stayed in this mountain for a long time and saw clearly what happened to Mr. Liu just now.
? "Thanks to the Taoist for saving his life." Mr. Liu was so scared that he broke into a cold sweat.
? "Uncle, just really had a narrow squeak. Please hurry down the mountain. " Mao Qiu said.
? "But the old man has important things to do ..." Mr. Hyde's words revealed his anxiety.
? "Uncle, I don't know, but you just met a Yin soldier. If you just got hooked on that fishhook, you can't be original. No matter what is important or your own life is important, it is best to go down the mountain. " Mao begged, and there was nothing he could do about this Yin soldier.
? The brave died in battle, trapped by the obsession of killing the enemy after death, and raised by years of fighting, so they became yin soldiers. As the saying goes, hundreds of Yin soldiers can't stop them. Even Yan, facing hundreds of Yin soldiers who kill people without batting an eye, is afraid of having to clap * * * to leave. Although there are only a few thousand Yin soldiers in front of us, they are not human. It is lucky to seek Tao with Mao, and to be able to save Mr. Wang's head from the Yin soldiers. Fortunately, these Yin soldiers are busy killing each other, but they don't care about those two processes.
? When Mr. Liu saw Mao seeking Tao, he was sweating like a pig. No matter how important it is to save his life, Mr. Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Since the Taoist priest said so, the old man had to wait until tomorrow." With that, he even forgot his donkey cart and hurried back to the mountain, leaving Mao alone to find his way.
? However, Mao Qiudao felt that he was not good enough after fighting the corpse demon transformed by the five generations of ancestors, so he embarked on a spiritual journey. Mao Qiu's road passed here, and when he heard the rumor of this mountain, he thought of going up the mountain, but he saw the old man in distress, so he had the scene just now.
? Mao Qiudao looked at the Yin soldiers who were fighting and lost in thought. Even this mountain is not simple at present. When Mao Qiudao went up the mountain, he found that the mountain looked like a natural eight diagrams. There were eight woodlands around the mountain, which just corresponded to the gossip that Gankun was shocked by the earthquake, and the place that Yin Bing saw just now was in the eyes of Yin and Yang fish. Mao Qiudao couldn't help thinking that someone was laying out, and he was a little scared to think of it. If someone spreads this handwriting, he will be a little scared.
? If the Taoist priest did it, what was it for? Is it to curb those thousands of Yin soldiers? Mao Qiudao couldn't help but be awed. If it is as he thinks, I'm afraid this master is a means to reach heaven.
? Three Buddhist lions roared.
? "Ang ~ ~ ~" Just as Mao was thinking about Tao, he suddenly heard a long and huge roar, like a dragon, but it was the roar of a lion. The roar reverberated in the mountains for a long time, bringing infinite righteousness, but the Buddha's voice was mighty.
? The Yin soldiers who were fighting stopped when they heard the sound, and their anger was exhausted. They bridled and listened, as if immersed in this powerful Buddhist sound. After a while, the lion's roar dissipated, and Mao Qiudao found the source of the sound. A monk with strange eyes stood on a huge stone, his eyes were extremely deep and his body was serene and white, just like the reincarnation of the Buddha. I have long heard of the magic of Buddhism. I saw it today, and it really deserved its reputation. Mao Qiudao couldn't help admiring.
? As the Buddhist sound gradually dispersed, the Yin soldiers pointed their finger at the uninvited guests. Yin soldiers seem to be very angry with the monk's behavior. Thousands of Yin soldiers rushed to the strange monk on horseback. It's not good for Mao to seek Tao behind his back. Even if the monk's Tao is high, he can't stand the siege of thousands of Yin soldiers. At the thought of this, Mao Tao also forgot so much. Spiritual dark moon seemed to hear Mao's thoughts and jumped out of Mao's back, Mao demanded. Holding Dark Moon tightly, he pounced on the strange monk, and each man cooperated with his sword quite tacitly.
? "Face, soldier, fight, fighter, whole, array, column, front" strange monk saw the Yin soldiers coming, and quickly made a nine-word mantra. At the moment, the soft white light made a masterpiece, and the overwhelming Yin soldiers stopped stiffly.
? "Heaven and earth are righteous, and ghosts are all surrendered, which is as urgent as a law." When Mao asked for Tao, the dark red light in the dark moon in his hand rose faintly, and the dark moon soared by seven points, from more than one meter to nearly two meters long. The change of the dark moon surprised Mao Qiudao, but at this moment, Mao Qiudao held the dark moon nearly two meters long, and instantly killed more than a dozen Yin soldiers with a wave of his big sword.
? At this point, the original battle of Yin soldiers has turned into a melee between Taoist priests and Yin soldiers. After a while, the dark red light of the dark moon, the soft white light of the monk and the black light flashing on the weapons of the Yin soldiers complement each other and are beautiful!
? To Mao's surprise, the cooperation of one Buddha and one Buddha was so powerful that thousands of Yin soldiers were wiped out, and the remaining Yin soldiers retreated vaguely.
? The dark moon in Mao Qiudao's hands trembled slightly from time to time. Killing is more and more exciting, constantly bringing the scattered Yin soldiers into the blade, and the dark red light is more and more prosperous.
? "Oooo ~" A piercing bugle sounded quietly, but the crazy Yin soldiers stopped when they heard the sound. Yin soldiers disappeared quietly, and the black fog dissipated, as if the war had never happened just now.
? Fourth, the witchcraft of raising a sword with blood.
? Only Mao Qiu Road and a strange monk with a surprised face are left in the whole mountain.
? "Thank you for your help, Brother Tao," the strange monk said. If it weren't for Mao Qiudao, maybe the strange monk would have died under the almost crazy counterattack of the Yin soldiers.
? "Master, you're welcome," Mao Qiu said. "Master has something to say." Mao Qiudao found that this strange monk looked weird and seemed awkward.
? "That's what the poor monk said," said the strange monk. "If I didn't guess wrong, Brother Dao used the sorcery of raising a sword with blood."
? "The magic of raising a sword with blood?" Mao Qiu road was shocked. He remembered that Ghost Xiu had said the same thing at the beginning. Unfortunately, before he could ask, Ghost Xiu was killed by the sword of Dark Moon.
? "Master, can you be more specific?" Mao Qiu asked.
? "Yes, the witchcraft of raising a sword with blood" The strange monk gave Mao Tao a strange look "Brother, although he is healthy, this sword is full of evil spirits. This sword must have a soul. On weekdays, Brother Dao also feeds it with his own Xie Jing ... "
? After listening to the strange monk, Mao Qiudao finally understood why he looked weird. It turns out that raising a sword with blood was an heterodox practice two hundred years ago. Powerful, the sword has been linked together, comparable to the magic of the royal sword. But keeping a sword with blood is called witchcraft because it takes the soul of the living and seals it with secret methods, and the person who keeps a sword must moisten it with his own essence to become a sword. It is taboo to say that you want to raise the blood sword with the soul of the living. If the soul of the living is sealed so that it cannot be super-living, it is extremely vicious. As early as 200 years ago, pagans who used blood swords were wiped out by just people.
? It's just that the dark moon seems to be different from this witchcraft. At the beginning, out of desperation, Mao Tao sealed the ghost baby like the moon with his sword. Dark moon can be said to be the son of the moon. Mao Tao told the truth, and every Buddha was crying. ...
? After the strange monk left, Mao Qiudao stroked the dark moon in his hand and felt the slight trembling of the dark moon blade. "Is your appearance in the dark moon a blessing or a curse?"
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