Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

How does it feel to be an enemy of the world?

At this moment.

Li Changan probably tasted a little bit.

...

Illusion.

A storm descended from the sky, blowing white sand billowing to fill the sky and the earth, and the four wilds were indistinguishable.

The earth turned over the crust, erected "swords, spears, swords and halberds" like peaks and forests, slashing towards Mu Yuan.

Yu Mei tried his best to manipulate, and controlled Mu Yuan to surpass the heavy obstacles in a thrilling manner.

It is like a petrel flying through the stormy sea.

However.

How can the bird be alert and dexterous, and how can it escape the elaborate snare?

When Mu Yuan once again flashed across the mountain that was cut like a knife like an axe.

The gale was sudden and violent.

Carrying the billowing sand and dust pouring down like a torrent.

The wood kite's wings crunched under pressure, forcing it to fly low, and then fly low, almost close to the ground.

At this time.

The forest-like mountain peaks collapsed in an instant.

Rocks are rolling down.

Mu Yuan had to circle the shelter.

The earth suddenly erected countless mountain walls, and countless ground thorns sprang up on the mountain walls, which quickly closed on all sides, like a huge iron thorn bird cage that encircled the unprepared wooden kite.

Boom.

Rumbling.

The deafening silence followed.

But seeing a huge creature smashed through the sand and appeared between this sinister world.

It was a huge face, with eyebrows aligned to the sky, jaws connected to the ground, opening a huge mouth like a whale, to chew up the bird cage and everything in the cage in one bite.

It's a matter of fact.

A sudden red light cut the confusion.

Black Thunder followed closely.

The giant eloquence was worthy of a bite.

A corner of the birdcage collapsed instantly, like a punctured balloon, and the chaotic airflow slid down the gap with black gravel, and the little wooden kite soared out.

...

Li Changan stood steadily on the bumpy wooden kite.

Collect the sword and return to the box, looking back.

The huge face was left behind again, and was drowned in the sand again, only a mammoth outline was faintly revealed.

But the world is still full of its chaotic roar.

That voice was not just a roar.

It seems to be calling, it is like crying, it is like countless people are making countless voices, but when they overlap, there is only one piece of muddy, one piece of boredom, one piece of ear-piercing.

Li Changan didn't want to listen, but the voice chased him, got into his ears, stirred into his brain, grabbed his heart, and made people want to...

Stabbed.

There was bursts of tingling on his chest.

The small electric arc burned the air, and the burnt smell made Li Changan a little sober.

He held down the talisman worn next to his body across the placket of his shirt.

tell myself.

Not yet in time.

Or.

The best time has long been missed.

As the fantasy butterfly said.

The moment the two sides met each other.

Li Changan should use his biggest trump card decisively-Wind Huo Lei.

By now.

Step by step is slow, step by step is slow.

The corpse climate has become.

Shen Lei is of course extremely powerful.

A single wind, fire and thunder may not be able to burn the corpse that has gathered tens of thousands of monsters' grievances and flesh and blood after penetrating the illusion.

The illusion is not only the womb that breeds the corpse, but also a prison for temporarily restraining it. If it can't make a contribution with one blow, it will make the corpse be born early. The situation may be even worse.

But if you want to make a contribution with a single blow, you have to bypass the phantom shell and hit the corpse body with thunder and fire.

Before, Li Changan had some success in his heart.

But now...

The four fields are vast, and the white sand is full.

Except for the behemoth that was chasing after him, all he could see was the weird mountain that was constantly piercing smoke and dust.

The earth has also moved, overturned, and twisted several times, and its original position can no longer be used as a reference.

There is no trace of the wine temple.

Look at one's own side.

The Taoist priest has squeezed both his body and mana to an extremely dangerous level. This is the result of his conscious retention of strength, and Yu Mei...Although it is still in that deserted look, it is always a little shaky.

Can't continue like this.

It's really impossible, so I have to...

"Finally found you!"

Bacchus? !

...

"At the moment when the corpse demon opened his eyes, the illusion that was about to collapse suddenly became a piece of iron, and stopped me in a daze. Fortunately, the gap that you carved with the thunder is still there, I can barely protect the temple and explore you. The two are there."

"The grievances continue to bridge the gap. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long. I'll lead the way. You two quickly come over so that I can pull you out of the illusion."

"Oh! Can manipulate these hundred years of accumulating grievances, that monster is definitely not as simple as a corpse monster, Yu Mei, Yu Mei, you have to toss people if you are dead! Oh, but the matter is over, it's too late to say anything."

"No, you always really rain in time."

Li Changan grinned.

Even if the dust filled him with coughing ceaselessly.

Still laughing out loud.

"It's just time."

…………

The four fields are still full of sand and dust.

Difficult to distinguish.

But this time.

But there is an invisible guide that illuminates the way forward.

Yu Mei turned to wood kite.

The wind around him became stronger and stronger.

Previously, they just stirred the dust in a disorderly manner.

Now, it blows violently against the course with gravel.

But what is the use of this little trick?

It's just poor skills.

Yu Mei took the last pill without hesitation, a trace of redness appeared on his pale face, while opening the Dharma Realm, while driving the wooden kite.

Wooden feathers cut through the sandstorm, and little birds broke out of the wind.

All the dust left behind.

The world before him became clear, but also strangely staggering.

If the previous illusion is a flat picture scroll, then the current illusion is the product of being randomly crumpled up by bear children, distorted and confused, and it is impossible to distinguish which side is the sky and which side is the earth.

And in this broken and weird world, in this fragmented wall, the temple of wine that still stands is particularly dazzling.

"quick!"

Bacchus urged.

"It has caught up."

Behind.

The huge face roared, leading the huge waves from the corpses of the demon and the city to surging from the earth one after another.

Yu Mei didn't dare to neglect, he set up the wooden kite, turned into a streamer, and plunged into the temple of wine.

next moment.

The "wave" is devastating.

Swallow everything.

…………

In the "rumbling" shaking of the earth.

The Bacchus kiln is like a ship in a storm, shaking endlessly.

On the top, construction debris rustled.

Inside the kiln, smoke and dust raged everywhere.

Ore.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Near the entrance of the kiln, on a ring corridor that was about to collapse, one hand pushed away the remaining bricks and shingles, and then Li Changan pulled out his eyebrows.

At this time, the Taoist priest had a gray head and dirt face, his clothes were torn, and his body was covered with cuts and scrapes. The wounds were still embedded with many wooden thorns and rubble, and he pierced his flesh a little bit with a slight movement.

But he has no time to clean up.

Probably because it is in the sky, outside the kiln.

The magnificent and magnificent temple outside has been completely destroyed, revealing the spinning sky above... No, it should be said that it is the world. At this moment, the entire city ruins were rolled up and erected, forming a huge kaleidoscope, slowly rotating around a small world.

And at the center of everything is a huge, constantly changing face.

Take a closer look.

The giant face is actually made up of countless small faces, men and women of all ages, with different expressions, or tears and laughter, or crazy roar, or horror and fear, or cracked teeth; These faces are constantly disillusioned, biting and chasing each other.

Yu Mei leaned on the railing, looking at the sky one after another, saying one name after another in his mouth.

"Zheng Tong, Qian Dazhi, San Niangzi, Yan Song..."

There was a sickly blush on her face, her thin lips were pursed, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

"All are the remnants of demons' resentment."

Bacchus sighed faintly, although he could not see his body, but he could hear the sighs in words.

"Taoist, it's time to end these hundred years of evil results."

Li Changan looked up speechlessly.

Tired eyes saw those faces, and they also saw Li Changan.

In an instant.

"Li Xuanxiao!"

Thousands of faces showed thousands of expressions and shouted at once in thousands of accents.

The sound overlaps and is noisy and harsh, and the residual sound reverberates in the kiln endlessly, shaking the smoke and dust, disturbing people's ears, chest tightness and vomiting.

"Damn you!!!"

"Pooh."

The Taoist priest also gave a **** saliva.

Ji pointed to the huge face in the sky and cursed:

"Call! Call! Call! Call your mother!"

Pause time.

Heaven and earth seem to be more and more angry.

The ground trembles more rapidly, and the inner wall of the kiln is squeezed to continuously crack and deform; while the sky rotates faster, the faces of resentment are enraged by the Taoist priests. The world boomed and fell.

The Taoist priest still held his head up.

Looking at the constantly rotating and collapsing city and sky above my head, I saw the hideous faces rushing to my eyes.

The electric flower jumped around the whole body.

He also pointed out that the sword tactics stood at the center of his eyebrows.

Teeth making a sound.

"I am summoning today, and I will leave Jiang Palace quickly."

"Hurry as a law!"

boom!

The thunder of the gods shook, and all the demons disappeared.