Crash...
The wind was whistling, the woods were shaking wildly, and the leaves were flying around in all directions.
"Sure enough, it's here!"
Zuo Zhengyang swung his long sword and took a step forward, with his toes touching the ground as if he was about to escape. In front of his sight, the walls surrounding Lanruo Temple were gurgling with the sound of bubbles rising and falling, and the mist was spreading along the ground.
The ground suddenly loosened, bringing out a series of "clang" sounds, mud and rocks were quickly turned over, black shadows broke out of the ground, surging white air gathered, revealing a figure holding a golden finger ring and walking lightly with lotus steps.
Here, Zuo Zhengyang gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and was about to turn around when he heard the overlapping voices of men and women.
"Black Mountain Old Demon, you are finally here."
Black Mountain Demon
Zuo Zhengyang, who was trying to escape and delay time, stopped and was stunned. He immediately realized that the monster had invited helpers.
"Wait, a thousand-year-old tree demon, why does it need help from other demons? Could it be... "
The straw raincoat rustled slightly, and Zuo Zhengyang's expression changed. Under his bamboo hat, he slightly turned his head to look at the tree monster in front of the temple.
"Could it be that he is inviting that Black Mountain Demon to come and enjoy human flesh and blood?"
While he was thinking, he heard the sound of flapping wings. In an instant, startled birds flapped their wings and flew around. Zuo Zhengyang clenched the handle of the knife and narrowed his eyes.
A faint tinkling sound could be heard from the gaps in the woods in the distance.
A pair of bells hung on the donkey's neck and swayed gently. Hoof prints were left on the leaves on the ground. The mushrooms under the tree roots were rolled into the donkey's mouth and ground by the ape's long tongue. As if it heard a sound coming from afar, it shook its long ears, raised its donkey head and looked back at the master behind it, turned up its thick lips, and neighed to remind him.
Lu Liangsheng reached out and tapped it on the head.
"knew."
The big man with a curly beard, who was a few steps behind, was carrying a wooden box on his back. He was still a little uneasy and walked to the side of the scholar: "Fellow Daoist Lu, do you really know that monster?"
"Yes, didn't you hear her calling me?"
At this time, they were still several miles away from Lanruo Temple. In order to reassure the big man, Lu Liangsheng spread his hands and summoned a long sword stuck in the bookshelf and held it across his palm.
The hilt of the sword broke into pieces with a clang.
"Wow, Master, I can't..."
"Shut up." Lu Liangsheng didn't let it speak, and his fingertips gently probed the sword head: "Follow the evil spirit, and if there is a fight, separate them."
The Yuelong Sword made a slight hum and flew straight into the air. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared among the dense branches. Yan Chixia calmed himself and looked in the direction where the sword had left.
"Fellow Daoist, has this been refined into a magical sword?"
"It's just a coincidence." Lu Liangsheng invited him to continue forward, turned his head to look at the three disciples following behind him, and smiled: "The spiritual consciousness in the Yuelong Sword is a wisp of soul from the great demon that caused chaos in Tianzhi City last time. It entered the sword and was conceived as a sword spirit."
The voice paused and added.
"Just a little... mean and sharp-tongued."
Well…
Yan Chixia saw the helpless expression on the scholar's face and shook his head with his hands behind his back.
Even if it was a coincidence, it was still a great opportunity. How could he have such an expression? He really didn't know how to appreciate it. Afterwards, I still gave him a few words of advice, asking him to treat the sword spirit well.
When the group of five walked towards Lanruo Temple, in front of the stone tablet outside the temple, Zuo Zhengyang gritted his teeth, raised his knife and looked at the tree monster opposite.
"If I leave again, those five scholars will surely die. I didn't walk away when I faced Pudu Cihang before, so how can I just walk away now?"
His teeth were clenched tightly, making a sharp "clucking" sound. The one arm holding the knife suddenly stretched out and shook off the raincoat.
'At worst, we'll die.'
The moment the thought flashed through his mind, Zuo Zhengyang roared "Ah!" and ran wildly with his footsteps. The mossy floor tiles spread with his footsteps, shattering and flying inch by inch.
"evildoer-"
With a swing of his arm, the blade whistled and swung, and as he ran, the pieces of the raincoat stood up and opened, and a long roar resounded: "—Take my life..."
Before the word "come" was uttered, the air suddenly froze. Behind the figure who leaped into the air and swung the sword, there was a rustling sound of branches and leaves in the forest. The sword flashed out of the forest, causing countless branches and leaves to fly.
The figure in the air felt a chill on his back, and when he chopped the opponent with his knife, it touched a hard object. His eyes blurred and sparks flew.
With a clang, the long sword in his hand broke.
As the one-armed man was numb from the shock, the leaves of the straw raincoat stood up one by one, and Zuo Zhengyang was knocked to the ground. His feet remained motionless, and he was pushed two or three feet away before he stopped. His hair was disheveled, and his straw hat was nowhere to be found. Half of the blade flew down and stuck in the ground not far away.
While shaking her hair, she raised her eyes to the sky. The tree demon opposite her lightly hooked the golden fingertip and held it between her red lips. In her sight, an ancient long sword was suspended in the air, and the sword energy was overflowing, making the surrounding air seem to be cut apart and distorted.
The tree demon was fine, but the group of grass elves and wood monsters around her huddled together and gathered at the edge of the tree demon's skirt, facing the Yuelong Sword that was emitting a sharp aura in the air. They dared not move and made squeaking sounds of fear.
The cloud-like patterns on the sword surface moved with a click, and Yue Long turned around as if to look at the vigilant Zuo Zhengyang over there.
"Oh... your arms are quite strong. No one else's arms can match yours."
Zuo Zhengyang subconsciously looked at the empty arm and clenched the broken knife, not daring to act rashly.
No, he frowned, looking at the sword and felt it was familiar, as if it was Lu Liangsheng's magic sword. When he thought of that person, the monster opposite suddenly moved, leaving the little monsters beside it, showing joy under its veil, and walked quickly to the front, dragging its skirt.
"Tree demon, tree demon, why are you walking backwards..."
In mid-air, the moon fell and hung on the ground, floating here and there, and a hoarse voice floated out from the sword.
"Aren't the roots underneath?"
"You should lift your legs above your head..."
Amidst the chatter, Zuo Zhengyang and the tree demon shouted at the same time, "Enough!"
The former glanced at the tree demon approaching and hunched his body. No matter whether the sword belonged to Lu Liangsheng or not, the big demon was right in front of him, not to mention that there was also an old Black Mountain demon that had not appeared yet. If he could kill one first, it would be easier to deal with the others.
His toes pressed out a layer of mud, and the moment he rushed out with the broken knife hanging on the ground, he saw the black-skirted tree demon who was walking towards him suddenly stop, and the overlapping strange voices of men and women suddenly turned into a clear and beautiful female voice.
"Black Mountain Old Demon!!"
There was a slight rustling sound in the bushes and the jingling of neck bells could be heard. Zuo Zhengyang turned his head and looked back. A figure on all fours gradually emerged. He felt an aura that he had never felt before, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.
The energy of neither human nor demon...
She whispered something in her throat that only he could hear. As the ringing and footsteps approached, her eyes fixed on him.
Wow!
The drooping branches and bushes on the ground broke apart, and what came into his sight was an old donkey chewing grass.
Chi hum ang hum~~
The old donkey swung its tail, raised its head and neighed at him, exhaled a heavy breath, shook the bookshelf on its hip, turned to the side leisurely, and continued to chew grass with its head down.
“This…” Zuo Zhengyang’s mouth twitched, and his hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of the knife couldn’t help but loosen a little.
At this moment, in his peripheral vision, the tree demon that was coming over suddenly left a residual shadow, flashed past him, and pounced on the outline of a familiar person who slowly walked out from behind the old donkey.
"Lu Liangsheng, be careful!" Zuo Zhengyang shouted instinctively.
He was about to rush forward with the knife in hand, but the next second, the black veiled tree demon appeared in his sight, pounced in front of the scholar, and rubbed against him with a smile.
Bang.
Half of the long sword fell to the ground from Zuo Zhengyang's hand.
"Isn't it... about slaying demons and exorcising monsters? What... does this mean?"
Looking at the man and the demon who were as intimate as their master and his pet, his mind was a little confused.