"Just, just, just, right in front."
In Fengmo Ridge, a group of people were standing in front of a small hill.
The group of people were wearing special black clothes and holding spears in their hands. They were surrounded on the left and right, wearing the same helmets with a small sun on them that was particularly dazzling.
Among the crowd, a man in yellow clothes was holding a long knife in his hand, looking at the hill.
In front of him, a middle-aged man with an empty basket on his back and a bow on his waist was bending over timidly.
He was originally a herbalist living near Fengmo Ridge. Fengmo Ridge was dangerous, so naturally it was sparsely populated, and a large number of precious herbs grew there.
Driven by interests, he naturally took the risk to go into the mountains to collect herbs.
But what he never expected was that instead of encountering any ghosts or monsters, he ran into a group of devils.
This group of people are not good people. Judging from the way they are dressed and the foreign guns and cannons they carry, it is obvious that they are here for something.
The middle-aged man didn't dare to breathe at this time, because he had been walking in the mountains with this group of people for three days.
This is mainly because the fog in Fengmo Ridge is too strange. You can’t tell men from women beyond ten feet, and you can’t tell humans from dogs beyond three feet.
Moreover, there were demons rampant inside, and from time to time there were fewer people walking around.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but take a look at the man in yellow. This man was quite powerful.
The reason why this group of ordinary people could come to this place was entirely thanks to the man in yellow clothes.
Otherwise, total annihilation awaits them!
"My ancestors have only been here as far as this. As for that thing, I really don't know. I'm just a nobody."
The middle-aged man bent over and begged for mercy desperately. He was just an ordinary person who just wanted to live.
As for whether the treasures inside will be taken away
What does that have to do with him!
"arrive?"
The man in yellow opened his eyes and looked at him indifferently, which immediately gave the middle-aged man a bad feeling.
"Then go to hell!"
"No!"
The middle-aged man was so scared that he turned and ran away, and the group of gunmen watched silently with mocking expressions on their faces.
Could this lowly and despicable person possibly take out the palm of their respected Onmyoji
The Yin-Yang master slowly drew out his knife, pointed the tip of the knife at the fleeing middle-aged man, but he was hesitant to strike.
The middle-aged man walked farther and farther away. Just as he was about to rejoice that he had escaped from the tiger's mouth, he felt a chill on his left arm, and an arm instantly flew in front of him.
It was his left arm!
"ah."
The middle-aged man screamed in pain. The pain of losing his left hand made him fall to the ground and he couldn't even get up.
This miserable look immediately brought about laughter from those people who were living a good life. The feeling of playing with them was really wonderful.
The Yin-Yang Master raised the corner of his mouth, slowly moved the knife a little, half-squinted his eyes, and seemed to be aiming.
He aimed at the middle-aged man's right arm, and deliberately tilted it a little to the right to avoid accidentally chopping off his head.
If you die, it won't be fun.
The middle-aged man continued to struggle on the ground, blood was flowing everywhere, and the pungent smell of blood continued to spread with the wind.
In an instant, the small hill that was originally in front of everyone began to shake.
The Yin-Yang Master's expression changed and he suddenly let out a loud roar. The group of people who were living a good life instantly ran away and hid behind the trees.
There was another burst of bird chirping, and everyone half-knelt down, pointing their guns at the shaking hill.
Some of them were still setting up cannons quickly, looking ahead with trembling arms.
The next moment, a huge black shadow emerged from the hill, and the first thing that caught the eye was two huge, scarlet pupils.
A fierce aura rushed over, instantly making everyone's heart beat violently and their legs begin to tremble.
I saw a giant python as thick as a bucket and several meters long slowly crawling out from the hill.
The red and cold pupils made everyone break out in cold sweat.
The Onmyoji looked at the visible bulge on the giant python's forehead, his expression changed and he licked the corner of his mouth with great joy.
He swung the long knife in his hand, and the man who lived a good life instantly raised his hand and muttered something.
In an instant, everyone raised their guns, and the sound of dense gunfire suddenly filled the quiet forest.
Countless bullets flew out and hit the giant python's body, colliding with its scales and splashing out countless white spots.
Seeing this scene, everyone's heart sank. They just stared blankly and even forgot to load their bullets.
The Onmyoji was very calm, as if he had expected it. He continued to wave his hand, and a booming sound of "dong dong dong" suddenly sounded.
One shell after another flew and landed directly beside the giant python. Dust was flying everywhere and big holes were created on the ground.
"continue!"
The Onmyoji didn't even look at it, and waved his hand again. The shells kept bombarding that place from afar like raindrops. The trees fell down directly, and bursts of roaring sounds continued to be heard from the bombing.
His face lit up with joy. Although the shells could not kill the giant python, from the sound it made, it did cause damage.
Just as the Onmyoji smiled, a roar suddenly came from the smoke and dust.
The roar was extremely harsh and strange, and it was impossible to tell what kind of sound it was.
When that roar was heard, the endless bombardment of artillery shells stopped immediately. Those who were living a good life covered their ears tightly with their hands, and blood flowed out of them continuously.
They twisted left and right frantically, and blood was coming out of their eyes and nostrils.
"Help... Sir... Help..."
The Yin-Yang Master watched coldly as they fell to the ground one by one, still standing motionless hiding behind the tree.
The next moment, the giant python rushed out from the smoke, its scales were broken, and there was even a lot of blood.
The giant python was extremely fast. Its huge body coiled on the ground, wrapping up those people who were living a good life, making a crunching sound like a meat grinder.
It wrapped tighter and tighter, and blood suddenly spurted out like a fountain, dyeing the ground red in an instant.
The smell of blood and the shrill screams filled the entire forest.
"You are all warriors of the Empire!"
The Onmyoji flew out from the darkness like a ghost, strange waves flashed on his body, and he slashed fiercely with the knife in his hand.
The harsh sound of wind, the biting cold light, the giant python's cold eyes were instantly pierced by the long knife, and the pain made it violent instantly.
With its body raised high, its tail slapped like an iron chain, hitting the ground heavily, leaving deep, long cracks one after another, and breaking and smashing trees one after another!
Looking at the crazy giant python, pride and madness flashed in the Onmyoji's eyes.
"With the dragon's blood, my shikigami will be even more powerful! I will be invincible! I will become a god!"
“Puff!”
The Yin-Yang Master felt a numbness in his back and a sword pierced his chest. In an instant he felt dizzy and fell to his knees, lying on the ground without any resistance.
The Chinese are really, really, really insidious.
ps: 6500 words today, I'll finish this bastard tomorrow, otherwise I won't be able to finish it in the future. Today I was browsing TikTok and saw a university professor vetoing the past... Oh, it's so sad.