Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The illusion was on the verge of collapse.

Those butterflies who burned themselves and maintained the illusion would have controlled the signs of chaos.

Can be abrupt room.

A black thunder shook up, and most of the butterflies were shaken to death if they couldn't reach them.

So the situation was completely out of control.

The flames blazed into the sky, reflecting the crimson of the waning moon; the thick mist was boiling and surging, flooding the entire city.

In the fire and fog, the scene of "a group of demons chasing each other" was once again staged. Under the weight of blood and fear, people turned into demons one after another, swaying animal desires wantonly.

The collapse of the illusion is now!

"This...this...wow! Wow!"

Bacchus murmured in Yu Mei's ear.

When Yu Mei started his hand just now, although he spoke to persuade him, he also quietly shot to prevent Li Changan from seeing the action here. It was not duplicity or secret support. After all, he, a **** whose followers have disappeared, supports his conviction that has persisted to this day, nothing more than destroying the illusion.

Unexpectedly, the rapid spread of chaos was unexpected, like a dry fire, and the whole city was ignited in a blink of an eye.

To say that the current scene of demons devouring each other and the original plan of the few people seem to be the same, but the difference is actually a thousand miles away.

the reason is simple.

They are not hungry enough or crazy enough. Although they are tortured by hunger, they are still rational and know how to forbear and give up. In this way, when the illusion collapses, the monsters will probably still have more than half of them, and then they dispersed...

Dionysus was guilty and anxious not to mention it.

Yu Mei didn't have so many worries, she was a very determined temper, and once she made a decision, she would not look back. Seeing that the phantom butterfly hadn't appeared, he left the chaos of the whole city behind, and kept his eyes on another place-the battlefield of rampant soldiers and biting iron.

But.

Dionysus was extremely pleasantly surprised.

"It's coming! Go away!"

Without thinking, Yu Mei walked away.

next moment.

Moonlight Daming.

Jiaojiaoran, awe-inspiring.

It is like the cold sun in the severe winter casts a thousand knives.

Puncture the thick fog and chop up the fire.

Where it was reflected, both the running away and the predator became slow and dull.

Gradually.

Except for the completely awakened monsters lurking in fear, most of the remaining humans and monsters are frozen like puppets, slowly and uniformly raising their heads.

Above.

In the middle of the moon and the city, huge bright butterflies that look like gods circling and flying.

…………

Li Changan successfully sneaked into the Shuiyue Temple.

The repeated movements of Yu Mei seemed to have transferred all the power in Huadie's hand.

The view is cold and silent.

There are only dark spots on the empty walls.

The Taoist's gaze did not stop too much.

Time is running out, move fast.

The phantom butterfly may be aware of the return at any time.

Although Shuiyueguan is not big, looking for a house is also a delay in time, which is not in line with the matter.

Taoist priests have long been concerned.

Since Tai Sui Yao has become a food ingredient, the first place to search is of course the kitchen.

Li Changan was familiar with the road, and quickly reached the ground over the wall.

Huandie is a monster who knows how to enjoy. This Shuiyueguan falls into his hands. Not only is the kitchen not wasteful, it is much more refined, and there are all kinds of people who fry and cook human flesh.

Unfortunately, the Tai Sui Demon is not here.

But it's not nothing.

Li Changan searched for a while, and fished out a beauty head from a large pot of miscellaneous brine over a small fire.

then.

He went out and turned up the roof.

It has a wide field of vision, allowing you to overlook Taoist temples from near, and the phantom butterflies hovering in the city of Xiaoshui from far away.

He sniffed the head in his hand, then closed his eyes, and took a long breath in a deep thought.

Based on Chonglongyu, supplemented by exorcising the gods, try to urge the nasal gods.

Thousands of mixed smells in the mountains filled the nose.

moment.

found it!

Li Changan suddenly opened his eyes.

Bright eyes fell on the corner of the Taoist temple.

...

In a remote corner.

The low temple is accompanied by a small courtyard.

Li Changan also couldn't remember which **** it had placed.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Anyway, they were all made "junkyard" by the monsters.

All the statues of Taoist temples were torn down and thrown into this remote and narrow courtyard.

But the smell of Tai Sui Demon comes from here.

Li Changan didn't rush in. There were still some special smells hidden in the air, very subtle, mixed with a thick demon atmosphere. If it weren't for the Taoist priest to push the nose to the extreme, it would be hard to tell.

He removed the sword box.

"Evil."

The red light flashed away.

A few heads rolled down in the woods of the **** statue.

Blood dripped at the fracture.

The Taoist priest didn't even take a look, put the sword case on his back, passed through the moldy gods and Buddhas, and pushed open the door of the hall.

...

Even though there was no light source in the hall, the Taoist priest found the Tai Sui Demon at a glance.

She "sit" on the altar, her skin deceiving Saixue, as if cold and radiant.

It is a pity that the original shape appeared below the waist, turning into a large mass of meat, like a large mass of melted and solidified wax oil, embedded in the hall.

Some hands, feet, heads and bodies were born on the meat balls, and there were cut marks everywhere.

And its face is always closed slightly, with a chuckle, the same expression as the gods and buddhas outside the door.

It is really a snow bodhisattva who gives charity in the flesh.

Li Changan still didn't rush forward.

He moved his gaze over the Tai Sui Demon and stared at the chaotic shadow behind it.

A hoarse voice sounded faintly in the dark.

"You finally came."

Li Changan held down the long sword.

"Yu Mei?"

…………

The giant disc soars in the sky.

Xiaoshui, on the verge of destruction, slowly healed in the moonlight under its wings.

It should be.

I don't know why.

Obtrusive room.

Its calmly hovering posture became urgent.

He lowered his figure, waved his four wings, and set off a violent wind that swept across the house.

A little bit of light fell from the wings.

The place where the splash falls.

The fog suddenly dissipated, the houses and streets were renewed, the demon turned back into a human being in the trembling, and the human was no longer in a trance and revived.

Even in some places, the Bacchus Festival Night Market has started again.

The eyebrows hidden in the dark frowned, and the changes in the phantom butterfly were by no means aimless.

She asked Bacchus:

"Taoist over there?"

"Something happened."

"dangerous?"

"Maybe, I ran into an unexpected person."

"Who?"

"Yu Mei."

However, in a few sentences, the "starlight" on the phantom butterfly wings almost fell, but in exchange for the whole long street, it was lively and bustling. On the surface, it was almost twisted into what it was before the chaos happened.

Yu Mei remained silent, and once again removed the small wine gourd around his waist.

This time Bacchus did not dissuade him, he just reminded:

"You can figure it out clearly."

"You have this spell only because you are Yumei-the Yumei of Xiaoshui Illusion. However, with the phantom butterfly's control over Xiaoshui, you are probably not Yumei in front of it."

Yu Mei drank the divine wine, a pale blood pouring out of his almost transparent face.

"He needs time."

"I'm afraid Li Daoshi would not be willing to exchange time in this way."

"Then don't show it to him."

After Yu Mei said, he buckled the ghost face.

She drew her short sword, and a red skirt swelled like a firework rushing into the moon sky.

Throwing into the sky that bright dreamlike giant butterfly like a god.

…………

Li Changan opened the window.

The overly bright moonlight poured into the hall, reflecting the behemoth behind the altar.

A huge, withered butterfly, covered with dense, large and small black spots.

Li Changan has seen it before, and this is the body of the phantom butterfly.

And also on this worm's body, there was an old and gray face-Yu Mei's face.

"Yu Mei?"

"it's me."

Her voice was hoarse and hard, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Li Daoyou doesn't seem to believe it."

Li Chang'an was vigilant about the turmoil around him, and his suspicion was overwhelming.

The corners of the mouth on that face lifted upwards, as if smiling.

"With this honour, it is really hard to win people's trust, and it is my own responsibility. In the fight that day, you and I were both hurt. I was deceived by Xiao Xiao, but fellow Taoists were rescued by the gods."

Gods?

Does it know Bacchus? !

That face seemed to see through the thoughts of the Taoist priest.

"Didn't Fellow Li Daoist be healed by Bacchus?"

Before the illusion was cast, Bacchus was sealed into the idol by Zhenren Yu and thrown into the Bacchus kiln in reality. Although Xiaoshui in the illusion also has Dionysus, but there has never been a **** manifestation.

Ordinarily, Magic Butterfly would not know that there really is a Bacchus in the world.

The Taoist priest was surprised and knew that he was not good at hiding, so he simply admitted it generously.

"You are right."

The face sighed faintly after hearing the words.

"But fellow Taoists still don't believe me."

The Taoist did not say anything. Although his mind was not delicate, he was deceived once, and for some reason he grew a little memory.

The face then spoke again.

"Friends of Taoism might as well think about it."

"If I am not Yu Mei, but turned by the phantom butterfly, why do I know Dionysus? The abnormal behaviors of Huai Ling caused great troubles before, but why didn't I ever suspect that it was a fellow Taoist you came back from the dead and re-entered Is it caused by the illusion? You are still being led by your nose?"

"Why?"

"Because I told it. I told it: I have destroyed you, fellow Taoist, and wiped out your soul."

"Phantom Butterfly is a three-year-old child?"

"Words are not enough to be believed, but what if it eats up a part of the souls of the poor road and sees it ‘with your own eyes’?"

The Taoist raised his eyes, that face smiled again, and continued:

"After the battle that day, I was severely injured and got out, but fell into the hands of Huandie. I knew I was not immune, and I knew that Dionysus had been lingering..."

Li Changan interrupted her.

"How can you be sure that Bacchus will save me? You must have saved me? And I will return to the illusion and stand in front of you?"

The face smiled frankly: "It's just a bet, and I have nothing to lose anyway."

The Taoist nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"So I let the monster devour me, and even threw most of the spirit to it easily, only keeping a trace of true spirit immortal. Of course, I made some small hands and feet in the spirit."

"I have been in control of the illusion for many years, and I have learned some methods. Even if I can't deceive the fantasy butterfly, can't I deceive myself?"

Li Changan nodded again.

This makes sense.

At the beginning, I mixed with Yu Mei into Shui Yue Guan and found that the phantom butterfly could conceal the grievances. They thought it had completely swallowed Yu Mei, but he didn't think that it was Yu Mei deliberately doing so in order to keep the true spirit.

This also explains why Xiaoshui City has been turned upside down, and Huandie has been reluctant to take action, just because it is refining in the true spirit of Mei, there is no time to get out.

The Taoist then drew his sword and strode forward.

"Since you are so painstakingly lonely, you can say anything quickly."

After finishing speaking, he immersed himself in cutting off the Tai Sui Yao Yao's waist and lower meat ball, trying to get its body off the altar.

Seeing that the Taoist priest finally believed in himself, Yu Mei was also faintly relieved.

"With the phantom butterfly's control of the illusion, it has been able to restart the illusion reincarnation, sort out the illusion from the beginning, and appease the group of demons. Do you know why it doesn't do this?"

Li Changan didn't look up.

"Time is running out, so don't go into details."

Yu Mei was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

"Friends of Daoist still speak quickly, it's my mother-in-law."

She sternly said:

"Because the phantom butterfly needs the Bacchus sacrifice, it plans to drop the gu in the wine at the last day of the Bacchus sacrifice, and send the monsters in everyone's belly. It must not only control Xiaoshui, but also control Xiaoshui here. Tens of thousands of demons!"

After she confided Phantom Butterfly's plan, her expression became more and more decayed.

"Finally, I have to trouble fellow Daoists with two things."

"Speaking."

"There are real people’s tombs in this view, but they are only fake tombs. There are some talisman and magical instruments left behind by the real people hidden inside. Although spirituality wears away for a long time, they should still be usable. The trouble is entrusted to Huai Ling, if you want to deal with it. Fantasy Butterfly, she should be able to use it."

"good."

"The last one."

Suddenly she sighed deeply, showing countless exhaustion.

"Ask fellow daoists to help me liberate."

…………

The chaos of the night will finally subside.

Huandie did not hesitate to spend his money, patched up the illusion, and suppressed the biting iron.

Come calmly, go eagerly.

Dragging the shining and dim body back to Shuiyueguan.

Then.

boom!

The violent explosion almost turned the top of the mountain upside down.

The palace hall was wiped out in ashes, and it was scorched earth.

In the skyrocketing fire, a little bit of fluorescence was precipitated, floating in the fire and gathered into a butterfly shape.

And lightly fell in front of the mountain.

Transformed into an ordinary-looking man.

Staring at the fire.

His complexion was ashen.

Ore.

The monsters returned triumphantly. They had been advocating grand grandeur all the way, but under the gloomy gaze of the man, they cowardly extinguished the beating, trembling, and all squatted on the ground and did not dare to make a sound.

Among the ground worms, two figures tied tightly by iron cables are particularly conspicuous.

The tall, bloody, dying bite iron.

The slender ones are gray-faced, life-and-death eyebrows.