Chapter 120 Chapter 120 Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road
She stopped and looked around. There was nothing around her except the endless plain.
This is... Dongshan Temple?
She was filled with doubts - she clearly remembered that Dongshan Temple was quiet and cramped in the mountains, with temples lined up one after another. How could there be such a vast open space that stretched as far as the eye could see?
Looking around, the sky was so high and the earth was so vast that it was a little strange. Even the wind had a sticky feeling.
The strange smell lingering at the tip of my nose became stronger and stronger. At first, it was like rotting vegetable leaves in a ditch, mixed with a rusty fishy smell, but now it became clearer and clearer - it was the smell of flesh and skin rotted to the extreme, with tendons and bones soaked and swollen, and pus turning into water. It was as if the seemingly flat land under my feet was actually countless layers of rotting corpses, crushed into mud by some force.
"Little bell?"
“…”
The little bell suddenly stopped making any sound. This was the first time it didn't respond when she called it.
Chen Qing called a few more times, but the little bell still didn't move, so she gave up the idea of calling it.
She wrapped her cloak tighter around her to block out the chill. Watching the snow fall ever deeper, she thought, this is all she has on her. Without a fire, she can't keep out the cold. She couldn't just sit there and wait for Li Daoxuan to come find her. She had to find a way out before she fell into hypothermia.
Qiu Ren seemed to sense her worry, so he retracted his tongue and rubbed his nose against her little face in a soothing manner.
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“Tick-tick, tick-tick—”
In the damp and dark environment, water droplets continuously gathered on the stone wall. When the water droplets condensed to the point where they could no longer support their own weight, they suddenly dripped down the stone peak.
"Tick, click—"
The orderly sound of dripping water was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
The young man pierced the torso of the humanoid object with a wooden sword. White smoke came out from the place where the sword was connected. The thing stopped moving and was kicked away by him.
He didn't know how long he had been walking and how many little demons he had killed. Behind him was a mountain of corpses, and in front of him, little demons kept rushing towards him with their fangs and claws bared, sensing the movement.
Li Daoxuan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingers, glanced at the dark shadows on the road, and walked forward with a determined look in his eyes.
If you meet a god, kill the god; if you meet a Buddha, kill the Buddha.
For a moment, the evil spirit on him seemed to overshadow the evil spirit.
Li Daoxuan always held the sword in one hand and held a palm-sized glass lamp tightly in the other hand. The candlelight in the lamp was so warm that it made the glass lamp extremely hot. His palm was burned red, but even so, he refused to let go.
Seeing his persistence, the thing in the dark finally couldn't help but speak: "Why don't you put it down? Don't you feel pain and tired holding this burden in your arms all the time?"
"Put it down. As long as you put it down, you can unleash your full strength and get out quickly. Otherwise, you'll be killed by the sharp teeth of these little guys."
These little guys are the evil spirits that constantly attack Li Daoxuan.
They have human bodies and rat heads, five sharp claws, and bean-sized eyes that emit a faint green light. Their eyes are full of the lamp in Li Daoxuan's arms, as if there is something fatal in the lamp that attracts them.
Li Daoxuan's expression was gloomy, and murderous intent surged from his body. "A cowardly Night Grindstone Spirit dares to covet my things."
As the saying goes, strike the snake at its weakest point. Li Daoxuan's needle hit the snake's heart, piercing the deepest pain in its heart. It shouted, "Grandpa, I am not that Ye Mozi!"
Li Daoxuan's eyes were like those of a hawk, fixed on the looming black shadow in the dark. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Interesting, if Ye Mozi isn't Ye Mozi, then what is it?"
It angrily said, "Grandpa is of course a rat fairy. Ordinary people would kowtow and burn incense to worship me when they see me. How could I be the lowly Night Grindstone Spirit you are talking about!"
The black shadow in the dark was experiencing extreme emotional fluctuations, causing ripples in the air around it like water waves.
Right now!
Li Daoxuan's fingertips suddenly condensed into a sharp aura and shot out, "My things have never been allowed to be touched by villains. Now that you dare to show your head, don't even think about retreating!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure had already rushed out like a ghost. The strong wind he brought with him swept up the dust on the ground and condensed it into a rotating air wall in mid-air.
The black shadow seemed to be frightened by the pressure and let out a shrill hiss. It suddenly rushed out from behind the stone cave and turned into a gray shadow, trying to escape into the ground.
"Too late!" Li Daoxuan snorted coldly, turned his wrist, and the light brought by the wooden sword shot through the air like an arrow, accurately piercing the lower back of the thing - the weakest point of its demonic power.
With a shrill scream, the gray shadow fell heavily to the ground, revealing its true form: its entire body was covered with greasy black scales, and it had three small green bean-like eyes, which were now twisted in pain.
It turned out to be a different night mill.
Li Daoxuan approached slowly, his boot soles crushing its struggling claws. "Before you covet something you can't afford, consider your own worth first."
The Night Grind Spirit stared with its three green eyes wide open, with resentment, greed and resentment intertwined in its eyes.
"An extremely yin body, an extremely yin soul... just one step away—"
"Transformation..."
Its biggest wish in this life is to shed this body that everyone despises and successfully transform. It is willing to transform into another appearance, but it does not want the appearance of Ye Mozi.
No matter whether it is good or bad, as long as it dares to appear in the light, everyone will scream and beat it, and they want to curse it with the most vicious words in the world.
It had finally transformed halfway, but even though it hadn't done anything bad, it was still hunted down and beaten by the Taoists. It was also forced to be locked up in this dark place for several years.
For no other reason than that it is a night grinder.
But it loves light the most.
After finally finding the exit, it encountered an extremely yin body naturally endowed with demonic energy. To avoid harming her life, it even took a tiny wisp of her soul. But, alas, even this little hope was snatched away by the young man before her!
It is unwilling to accept this!
Then the green eyes that had been gradually dimming suddenly emitted a red light. Its body was like an arrow flying at high speed. It opened its bloody mouth and chased after the person who had relaxed for a while not far away and bit him hard.
Even though Li Daoxuan reacted quickly, he was still accidentally scratched on the back of his hand by its sharp teeth.
The previous scene seemed to be just a last hurrah before its life was exhausted. As it wished, it made the person in front of it see blood. Then, it fell heavily to the ground and became completely motionless.
The originally dense black shadows all fell to the ground the moment it faced death, and its body kept shrinking. Soon, the ground was covered with densely packed night mills.
Black smoke continued to come out of the wound on the back of his hand, and the evil poison was penetrating into his meridians through his skin and flesh. Li Daoxuan felt that half of his body was numb, and the internal force in his fingertips suddenly stagnated.
Li Daoxuan searched his body and only took out the last yellow talisman.
The candlelight in the glass cup in his arms flickered and was about to turn into a wisp of green smoke. Li Daoxuan rolled up the yellow talisman into a ball without hesitation and threw it into the glass cup.
The flame in the glass cup instantly burned brightly.
The yellow talisman seemed to have a miraculous effect. Even after the talisman was burned out, the flame in the glass cup did not dim at all and was still burning vigorously.
Li Daoxuan's body trembled, and then he leaned against the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood. He did not delay any longer, and took advantage of the fact that the flame in the glass lamp was still burning, stepped forward, and his body gradually sank into the darkness.
The attraction of the extremely yin soul was so great that he had just taken a few steps when his vision was suddenly blocked by a bright red.
The girl's crisp and sinister laughter echoed. She raised the corners of her bright red lips, opened her eyes wide and smiled: "I found you."
His pale knuckles, like withered skin, were wrapped around the girl's shoulders. A pair of narrow eyes peeked out from behind her. "It's been a long time, little princess."
Li Daoxuan's eyes showed no surprise, and he twitched his lips and said sarcastically, "I couldn't find you two demons in Dongshan Temple. It turns out you hid in Yemozi Cave."
"What? You don't want to be a star-crossed couple, but a Yemozi couple?"
The shrill laughter of the Funeral Demon suddenly stopped, and the withered hand on her shoulder suddenly tightened, and the knuckles turned blue and white.
She seemed oblivious to this, still tilting her head, her bright red lips grinning even wider: "Poor mandarin duck? Your Highness really knows how to joke."
The Happy Funeral Demon raised his hand to touch his pale cheek, and his fingertips brushed across the corner of his eye. "We are a pair of evil ghosts made in heaven."
The red lips uttered word by word: "The evil ghost who came to take your life."
"Evil ghost?" Li Daoxuan sneered. "A few days ago, he pretended to be a ghost in Dongshan Temple, tricking pilgrims into offering blood and essence. Now he hides in this filthy place and keeps company with Ye Mozi. He really is getting more and more arrogant as time goes by."
It's really unpleasant to talk about Yemozi every three sentences...
The narrow eyes that peeked out from behind the Happy Funeral Demon narrowed slightly, and her voice was like sandpaper grinding against wood: "Your Highness, why do you still ask when you already know the answer? You've made us both so miserable. If I don't stay away, are you expecting me to be crushed to ashes?"
"Changfeng, have you forgotten how he put us in such a mess last time? Stop talking nonsense with him and don't let him distract you again. While he's poisoned, quickly snatch the lamp from his arms!"
"Oh?" Li Daoxuan raised his eyebrows and deliberately shook his clothes. "So you want this too." He moved his feet slightly, and the soles of his boots rolled over the remains of the Night Mill on the ground. "Then, come and get it yourself."
He stood tall and straight, without any sign of serious injury. His confident look made the two demons feel a chill in their hearts.
The smile on Xisangyao's face froze, her bright red lips pressed into a straight line, a sinister look welling up in her eyes. She said, "Pretending! Ye Mozi just bit her, and by now the demon poison must have eaten away her bones, leaving her at the end of her strength. Yet, you insist on putting on this air to bluff people?"
The Happy Funeral Demon stared at the back of Li Daoxuan's hand - although it was covered by the corner of his robe, faint blue and black marks could be seen.
She laughed dryly, her voice thick with venomous malice. "You're quite resilient. In a moment, your heart and veins will be devoured by the demonic poison. By then, you won't even be able to stand, let alone wield a sword."
"Really?" Li Daoxuan raised his hand and ripped off his arm guard, revealing an arm covered in black lines. His eyes grew sharper. "Then you should hurry up and act. After all, once I'm done with this little nuisance, you won't have another chance."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped his own chest with his backhand, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mist.
The blood mist fell on the wound, making a sizzling sound, and the black lines on the arm strangely faded a little. Xisang Yao and Baishuisha exchanged a glance, each seeing surprise and doubt in the other's eyes - he actually didn't hesitate to use his blood essence to force the demon poison out of his body?
wrong!
The happy funeral demon suddenly woke up.
"Don't be fooled by him!" She screamed, her figure floating out like a ghost, her ten fingers transformed into sharp red claws, and went straight to Li Daoxuan's face, "He's stalling for time!"
The White Water Demon attacked simultaneously, its withered claws stirring up a gust of fishy wind as it attacked Li Daoxuan's injured left arm. Two streams of demonic energy, one on the left and one on the right, blocked all escape routes. The chilling wind in the cave suddenly howled, as if countless wronged souls were roaring in support.
Li Daoxuan did not retreat but advanced. Taking advantage of the moment of clarity after the blood spurted out, he hooked up the wooden sword that had fallen to the ground with his toes and injected his internal force into it. The sword body emitted a faint white light, reflecting his cold eyebrows.
The wooden sword swung in his hand, creating a sword flower. He then flashed away, holding the glass lamp in his arms. "You are just ants! Even with my injuries, I am more than capable of dealing with you!"
Before he finished speaking, the Happy Funeral Demon suddenly screamed, and black mist rose around his body, in which countless distorted human faces could be vaguely seen.
Li Daoxuan paused as he raised his sword. Sharp-eyed, she immediately noticed, "He's really stalling for time. He can't hold on any longer!"
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