Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

The three of them climbed to the top of the mountain again. Standing on the clifftop, Wei Ying gazed at the azure ocean and couldn't help but sigh, "This cliff is almost a Jedi! One side is adjacent to the vast ocean, and the other is surrounded by dense forest. No matter how you look at it, this place shouldn't be a Jedi, but it has become one."

"It's man-made." Lan Wangji's gaze was profound as he watched the sun gradually sink. As it set, the temperature around him seemed to drop, and a cold, black air began to seep out from the ground. He couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness. They knew there was resentment in the village, but they had never known the source of the resentment. Now they knew it was the land occupied by the three of them.

During the day, there was ample sunlight, and its warmth could dispel most of the dark energy. This cliff was always bathed in sunlight, preventing the resentment from manifesting during the day. However, as night fell, the sunlight's protection disappeared, and the resentment began to spread unchecked.

Wei Ying stood there, gazing at the resentment spreading all around him, a sense of sadness welling up in his heart. He whispered to the two people beside him, "You said the resentment here is growing stronger and stronger, almost catching up to the resentment outside the mass graves. What a horrific sight! You know, the resentment in the mass graves didn't form overnight; it's the result of countless years of accumulated evil."

And now, the scene before him made Wei Ying sigh, wondering what on earth had happened on this land to create such terrible resentment.

As his resentment grew, Wei Ying finally saw the first spirit of the day. It was a young woman with a pale face and tattered clothes. Her eyes were full of murderous intent, and she was staring at the three of them.

Wei Ying's heart trembled at the woman's appearance. He quickly drew a talisman from his belt and quickly set up a magic circle, covering the entire cliff face to prevent her escape. Lan Wangji and Xue Yang, upon seeing Wei Ying's movements, immediately drew their swords and stood vigilantly around him, each ready for defense. They knew something was emerging, and they also understood that this was no ordinary vengeful spirit, but a fierce ghost shaped by deep resentment.

As Wei Ying carefully set up his formation, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of grievance welling up within him. He thought, if he had known he'd be facing this situation today, he should have put on the mask before leaving. That way, he wouldn't have to worry about revealing his true identity or attracting unnecessary trouble. Now, he could have unleashed his exorcism spell without hesitation, easily dealing with the current predicament. However, due to the limitations of his status, he was forced to forgo this direct and effective method and instead use talismans to set up the formation. This process was tedious and time-consuming, leaving him feeling extremely frustrated and frustrated. The more Wei Ying thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, but his hands never slackened.

As the formation gradually took shape and perfected, the figure of a woman suddenly appeared before Wei Ying, Lan Wangji, and Xue Yang. As the resentment intensified, the air seemed filled with a suffocating chill. Souls began to materialize one after another, as if they had traveled from another world, carrying with them endless resentment and sorrow. These souls were either blurry or clear, some with distorted faces, others with empty eyes, as if recounting the tragic experiences of their past lives.

Before Wei Ying, Xue Yang, and Lan Wangji could react, the chilling wind suddenly grew violent. The black resentment seemed to solidify, transforming into sharp knives that ruthlessly attacked them. Each strike carried a piercing chill, as if slicing them apart.

Wei Ying reacted quickly, directing talismans to fly through the air while loudly warning Lan Wangji and Xue Yang to proceed with caution. Lan Wangji gripped his sword tightly, his blade a frosty aura colliding with the resentment with bursts of crisp sounds. Xue Yang drew a short knife from his waist, its gleaming blade a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. Each of the three men showcased their strengths, engaging in a silent battle against the resentment.

Amidst the fierce exchange, Wei Ying still managed to spare a moment to turn and glance at Lan Wangji. He saw Lan Wangji appearing to be at ease in the fight, the spiritual sword radiating a pale blue light dancing in his hands like a fish in water. Lan Wangji effortlessly shattered the incoming resentment, then swiftly directed the blade towards the vengeful spirits, his movements smooth and precise.

Wei Ying couldn't help but sincerely admire Lan Wangji's elegant posture and superb swordsmanship, and secretly sighed in his heart: He is worthy of being the Second Young Master Lan, even in battle he looks so handsome and charming.

Xue Yang noticed that Wei Ying was still able to distract himself and observe Lan Wangji during the fierce battle. While waving his weapon, he secretly mocked himself in his heart: "This guy really loves to watch the fun and is not afraid of trouble." Although he thought so in his heart, Xue Yang's movements did not slow down.

All three were leaders of the new generation, with Wei Ying and Xue Yang proficient in a variety of mysterious talismans. Combined with the various defensive robes and magical instruments they wore, their armament was practically impenetrable. With their combined power, the vengeful spirits were utterly defeated!

Although Lan Wangji does not have as many magical weapons as Wei Ying and Xue Yang, as the legitimate second son of the Gusu Lan family, his magical weapon protection is by no means mediocre.

Moreover, Lan Wangji is a truly powerful figure. Although these vengeful spirits appear ferocious now, they were actually just ordinary civilians in their lifetime. Their transformation is simply due to the stimulation of resentment and the stain of blood, which makes them extremely ferocious. However, for Lan Wangji, no matter how powerful these vengeful spirits are, it is only a matter of time before they are defeated.

There's a saying in this world: Women, children, and the elderly are generally not to be trifled with. This reality often holds true. Just as Wei Ying, Xue Yang, and Lan Zhan worked together to suppress the vengeful spirit, rendering it powerless and about to dissipate, a shrill female howl suddenly pierced the tranquil night sky. Its volume was so loud it threatened to shatter the three men's skulls, leaving their ears ringing and their vision dizzy, as if the entire world had lost its balance in the violent tremor.

The howl was like a sharp knife, piercing the silence of the night and striking people's hearts. At the same time, the surrounding environment was quietly changing - the lush cliffs turned into sticky bloody mud, the trees twisted with dead branches, and the resentment was thick and sticky, suffocating.

"It's the ghost realm!"

"Oh my God! What heinous crime has this village committed? A ghost town has actually appeared!" Wei Ying and Xue Yang shook their buzzing ears and looked at the ghost town in front of them with a wry smile on their faces.

Then he drew out his unused sword and swung it incessantly, slashing at the vines and vengeful ghosts that kept coming. These vines were like venomous snakes, and the vengeful ghosts were like ghosts, elusive and elusive. They had to remain vigilant at all times and use their sword energy to cut off these terrifying existences one by one.