The Demonic War: Xiaocan Will Never Be Hurt Again
Cong Mo's hand formed a talisman and drew it in front of his eyes. The wind suddenly blew up, carrying dust with it. He squinted his eyes.
In an instant, everything around them disappeared, and the crowd instantly turned into snow-white ice crystals, slowly falling to the ground. The surroundings turned into snow-white emptiness, which made people feel confused and frustrated with no end in sight, and the fear of being trapped in a nightmare.
It's a state of mind.
Cong Mo raised his eyes and saw a black mist floating in the air not far away. In the center of the mist, an extremely beautiful face appeared, with red lips opening and closing, and her figure reflected in her completely black eyes. "Am I beautiful?"
The evil spirit was tempting her.
But the technology is really poor!
Cong Mo took a deep breath, his eyes cold and resolute, and he put his palms together. Then he could see dots of red flames burning between his palms, which instantly covered both hands. Wrapped in the flames, his palms began to slowly separate, and a yellow talisman also appeared from the flames. As the flames fell, it floated to the palm of his hand.
Cong Mo pinched the yellow talisman, and the words on the yellow talisman quickly broke away and turned into a large black word, a simple and clear "kill". The bloody smell immediately spread, and the surrounding environment also fluctuated, changing with Cong Mo. The white was gradually dyed blood red, from the sky, the earth, to the feet.
The evil spirit erupted in rage, and the black energy transformed into a large net, like a bloody mouth, ready to devour Cong Mo. A disembodied voice rang out from above his head, "Who are you?"
Cong Mo did not answer, but just closed his eyes. In an instant, his whole body seemed to be imprisoned, and a chill flowed from the soles of his feet into his arms.
The eyes of the human face in the middle of the evil energy merged together, and the eyeballs emerged from it and rushed straight towards Cong Mo.
"I feel cold!" Cong Mo opened her eyes after hearing this. The moment before the huge eyeball hit her, she raised her hand and pinched the eyeball with her bare hands. Grasping the root of the eyeball, her palm was stained with mucus, which solidified into ice in an instant.
Cong Mo raised the corners of his lips, and his pupils turned into ice crystals, standing upright in the middle of his pupils. He exerted force with his hands, and with a "bang", the eyeball exploded and blood splattered.
The big characters stood upright in front of Cong Mo, and only the corner of his clothes was slightly touched.
The evil spirit wailed as it retracted its broken and shriveled eyeballs, turning back into a human face, but with only empty holes left in both pairs of eyes.
Cong Mo didn't show any hesitation. She blew the yellow talisman, and it immediately turned into ashes. She gathered spiritual energy between her two fingers, drawing out the celestial energy from her forehead, which intertwined with the black words in front of her. She shouted, "Han, come out!"
Countless ice gushed out from the black characters and attacked the evil energy.
The evil energy was unable to dodge and the man's face was scratched and pierced, and the evil energy around the black smoke disappeared.
"Ah, ah..." The demonic spirit roared angrily, its sharp voice like the whisper of a devil, its bloody face opened its mouth wide, looking particularly terrifying, sticky saliva stained its chin, and a winding tongue stretched out from its throat to attack Cong Mo. Cong Mo used talismans to make words to resist these attacks.
The evil aura gradually weakened, and Cong Mo took a step forward. As soon as he took a step, a fragrance that was completely different from the rotten smell here suddenly rolled into his nostrils.
With a subtle chill and floral fragrance, it's like a dying flower on a snowy mountain, leaving behind its final fragrance.
So familiar, her pupils slowly returned to their original state, she nodded,
The lingering fragrance covered up the stench. When she looked up again, everything around her returned to normal. She saw Leng Can waving at her across the crowd.
The dark lines on the inside of her wrist surged, indicating that she was restless.
"Xiao Mo! I'm here!"
Through the mask, she saw Leng Can's eyes, which were innocent and filled with eager intimacy. Leng Can was given the white wolf mask, which made his temperament very different.
Cong Mo subconsciously imitated him, feeling increasingly anxious, and also ran forward, pushing through the crowd. Their fingers touched for a moment, but were forced to separate again. The moment before they held hands, Leng Can's slender fingers were grabbed by another hand and pulled away.
It's a foul stench!
Cong Mo put her hands together and opened them, and a strong airflow pushed the crowded crowd away. She immediately drew her sword and chased after them, slashing the woman in the waist from behind.
"Ah!" A shrill scream resounded through the sky. Before people could react, they were frightened by the bright green blood flowing from the woman's back.
"Monster! Monster!"
“Run! Run!”
The crowd fled in all directions.
Cong Mo pressed his palms against the ground and opened the mirror world, which was a scene no different from the real world.
She pressed her sword against the woman's cheek and removed her mask.
Sure enough, the same face in the same realm.
Leng Can was shaking with fear and was pulled behind by the person in the audience. "Brother, who is this?"
"A demon controlled by evil spirits." Li held the gourd at his waist to protect Leng Can. "This creature has no thoughts of its own and only obeys its master's orders. It is born when a demon dies and is possessed by evil spirits. It often possesses the abilities of both demons and monsters, and can transform into images and enter people's dreams."
"Senior Brother." Leng Can looked at Cong Mo on the stage worriedly, "Xiao Mo..."
"It's alright!" Xi comforted him, "Junior Sister has already defeated this demon once in this realm, and she has found a way to subdue her."
"How did you know?"
He smiled, but there was a hint of reluctance in his smile. "I am a sword spirit. From another perspective, I am a sword demon controlled by immortal energy! Of course I can sense it."
"Why are you causing trouble here?" Cong Mo lowered his eyes and looked at her. The sword cut the woman's cheek, and bright green blood flowed out of her skin.
"What have I done?" the woman sobbed. If it weren't for the green blood that was so scary, it would be hard to tell whether it was real or fake.
"I don't have the patience to beat around the bush with you." Cong Mo twisted the hilt of his sword, gouging a piece of flesh off the woman's face, sending her tumbling to the ground. "If you don't want to die miserably, confess now."
"It's okay if you don't want to explain." He patted Leng Can's hand, signaling him to be at ease. He went on stage alone and took off the gourd from his waist to show her, "As a demon, we should know what this is."
The woman's pupils shrank suddenly, "You, you..."
He leaned forward, revealing a malicious smile. "Why did the demonic realm send you to the human world? Or what does your master want you to do? You don't want to enter this gourd and experience the pain of melting bones, do you?"
"I..." The woman's disguised weak face was completely torn apart, revealing the ugly face inside. She escaped from the sword at the cost of cutting off half of her head and flew to the eaves.
The monster transformed into its original form, which was an extremely ugly four-legged bat spirit. It looked neither fish nor fowl, and now it had half of its head missing. It could only hold up its blackened brain with its hands.
He opened his mouth and said, "People from the Immortal Mountain, what are you doing in the human world?"
"I'm here to kill you." Cong Mo's voice was like ice. He kicked the half-head beside him to the side and pointed his sword at him, demanding, "I'll prevent you from doing evil! Confess now and you'll die a quick death!"
"How shameless!" The monster's palm circled the missing half of the head, digging its nails into it fiercely, then pulling it out. Several connected blood threads stretched out, forming a semi-encircled ring, encircling the brain that was about to fall off. "Come if you dare!"
Cong Mo raised his palm, the sword flew into the air, and rushed towards the monster.
Leng Can stood aside, trembling all over, scared to death. In his entire life, he had never seen such a bloody scene.
He didn't care about Cong Mo and wanted to run, clutching the sword at his waist. But before he took a step, he felt a strong pulling sensation on the back of his neck, as if his skin was being pulled off. He slipped and fell directly to the ground, his body leaning back and his eyes were full of stars. He had no time to look after his sword which had fallen to the ground, and was dragged backwards.
Cong Mo's flying sword stopped in mid-air and flew back into his hand.
She opened her eyes wide, her expression frozen, and swung the sword in her hand, ready to chop, "Xiaocan!"
"How dare you!" The monster tightly gripped Leng Can's neck, its long nails digging into his neck, leaving tiny wounds. The monster spoke in a hoarse voice, "This man is in my hands, don't come near."
Leng Can's eyes flushed and tears rolled down, "Xiao Mo, it hurts..."
"You really don't want to live anymore!" Cong Mo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, blood dripping from them. As the blood dripped onto the ground, the temple platform suddenly trembled, and the murderous aura surrounding it instantly enveloped the place. "Don't blame me..."
"Junior sister." He felt his body being held down by a force, and the taste of blood filled his throat. He held on to his last bit of strength and chased after Cong Mo, holding his hand to prevent the situation from getting worse. "This monster is afraid of the cold. You've forgotten the attribute of Junior Brother's sword spirit. His sword is a cold sword, and monsters are afraid of the cold."
"Brother, that's too slow." Cong Mo's eyes were bloodshot. "It only takes a few seconds, I..."
"Junior sister." Xi said hurriedly, "Junior brother will be scared."
Cong Mo suddenly looked at him, then at Leng Can, only to see that his body was shaking and trembling, and he was looking at her hesitantly.
Cong Mo suppressed the rage in his heart and sent a message through his mind, "Leng Can! Draw your sword!"
Leng Can looked up at her, used up his last bit of strength to spread out his palms, then closed his eyes, and imitated the method of controlling a sword, concentrating all his energy on his palms.
Muxue, come here quickly.
Xiaomo, I don’t want to die yet.
The blue sword on the ground trembled, and soon a blue figure emerged.
The monster's smug expression froze instantly. It felt a chill run through its body, its fingers unable to move. Inch by inch, transparent ice crystals climbed upwards, spreading the chill. A melodious voice rang out in its ears, "If you harm my master, you will be killed."
The monster's body went numb, and the exposed brain nerves were covered by ice and snow, making it unable to think. Its beating heart was stopped by the ice and snow, unable to bounce.
Until the monster was completely covered with ice and snow and could not move.
Cong Mo flew away on his sword. Leng Can fainted and slipped out of the monster's arms and threw himself into her arms. He held her shoulders with his hands weakly and leaned his head against hers. It seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength to do this. He sobbed softly, "Wuwuwu..."
"Xiaocan, I was wrong." Cong Mo felt his heart being grabbed by a big hand, his eyes moistened with moisture. He hugged him and comforted him softly, but in a place where Leng Can couldn't see, he smashed the monster, which had not yet completely lost consciousness, with a palm. The monster shattered into pieces and fell to the ground, forming a pool of smelly blood.
Cong Mo apologized, "I shouldn't have thought that this monster was weak and wanted to kill it with my newly learned sword skills, which I wasn't proficient in yet. This gave him the opportunity to hurt Xiaocan."
Leng Can shook his head and kept rubbing against her neck, his tears and snot sticking to her clothes, "I'm scared, Xiaomo... wuwu..."
Cong Mo embraced him, said goodbye to Xi in a hurry, and took Leng Can back to the inn to rest.
Li picked up Leng Can's sword and said, "Leave Muxue to accompany me here to cover our retreat."
Mu Xue: “…”
She didn't agree to deal with this smelly guy.
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