【Yanlu】Ghost

The two ways of good and evil are at a stalemate.

Cold sweat slid down Bai Sensen's forehead.

The coolness of the sword tip was against the skin of the throat, as if it would pass through the throat in the next moment.Ghost Ying tried to turn around to protect his master, but he was trapped in place and couldn't move an inch.

How could the Yaodao be reconciled to seeing his achievements fall short.His pale lips trembled again and again with anger, and he finally forced out a hideous smile.

"It's really a husband and wife. Since you want to die together so much, Pindao will grant your wish!"

After saying that, the fingers hidden under the sleeves moved secretly, and in an instant, a cloud of blood mist suddenly rose and enveloped the entire room.

There is something struggling and writhing in it, shadows and shadows, whose outline cannot be seen clearly.

After the dark red blood mist dissipated little by little, the figures in the mist finally calmed down.

He stood there blankly, as if he didn't know what was going on.After a long while, he turned around slowly.The drooping neck was raised, revealing a pale and deep face behind the messy black hair.

——Who is it if it’s not Lu Shaolin?

"Shaolin."

The sword edge trembled almost invisible, Yan Yu said softly.

The familiar call was like a stone dropped into a pond.The ripples caused spread round and round, hitting Lu Shaolin's already confused consciousness, and he shifted his gaze to Yan Yu in a daze.

Lu Shaolin was stunned for a while, then recognized the figure in front of him, and walked towards Yan Yu slowly.In just a few steps, he walked very hard, and his light body seemed to be heavy.There was a deathly silence in the room, and several pairs of eyes were fixed on him without blinking.

The strong rust smell was getting closer and closer to Yan Yu, Lu Shaolin struggled to stop.He grinned, as if trying to squeeze out a comforting smile, but in the end it was only an intermittent sound coming from between his teeth.

"Yan...brother..."

"Ah."

Yan Yu nodded, before he could say "Let's go home", Lu Shaolin's trembling voice suddenly changed its tone.

"Quick... escape...!!"

In the blink of an eye, Yan Gui raised his fierce ghost claws and attacked Yan Yu.

Lu Shaolin tried his best to suppress his movements, and the surprise attack was full of flaws, which were easy to see through.

Yan Yu flashed sideways lightly, but he couldn't help being shocked, and the sword on Yaodao's neck was also shaken for an instant.

The right time and place are indispensable for a master to fight.

The gray-robed Taoist didn't let go of his opponent's fleeting shock. He caught Yan Yu's moment of hesitation, and the original solid restraint was broken.

The ghost shadows curled up on both sides suddenly rose to several feet high again, one left and one right, forming an encirclement trend, approaching the lonely Taoist priest.

Yaodao jumped out of the gossip array with his toes, and waved his whisk towards Yan Yu's hiding place, only to see that Lu Shaolin's body was like a puppet on a string, and rushed towards Yan Yu again.

"Quick... escape...!"

A creaking sound like quicksand came from Yangui's throat.

Today's Lu Shaolin doesn't have the slightest bit of suave and suave appearance.

The black hair has long since fallen apart, and the eyes are blood red, filled with the color of struggle.The color of the lips was frighteningly bright, as bright red as if they had just drunk human blood.As long as he opens his mouth slightly, black air will continuously flow from his lips.

He seemed to be hovering on the verge of collapse, and the expression in his eyes changed and changed in an instant, covered in pain for a while, and ferocious like a ghost for a while.Only a pair of lips remained, still unwilling to give up the last hope, repeating over and over again in a hoarse and ugly tone, "Run away..."

Yan Yu saw it painfully and anxiously, his indifferent and self-sufficient face had already changed color.

On a normal day, it would be easy for him to let Lu Shaolin's kind of ghosts and ghosts fly away.However, at this moment, just because Lu Shaolin was standing in front of him, not only could he not get close, but he had to work hard to control the strength in his hands so as not to hurt his soul.

For a moment, Yan Yu could only retreat again and again, wielding his sword in vain to fend off Lu Shaolin's constant attacks, and the gray-robed Taoist gained the upper hand again.But the smile on Yaodao's face didn't last long.

The puppet technique consumes a lot of energy for the caster, and Lu Shaolin's continuous resistance by relying on the soul contract between himself and Yan Yu, the effect is greatly reduced.

Originally tortured in the soul refining bag, Yan Gui, who should have lost his sanity long ago, has always maintained a trace of clarity. It seems that his murderous intentions are fierce, but he has revealed many flaws for Yan Yu to avoid.And the latter didn't give up struggling, and while retreating, he muttered words with the help of Jianfeng's resistance.

The two shadows, one white and one red, wrestled in one place, and they cooperated seamlessly like an ordinary teacher's sparring.

Yaodao saw at a glance that what Yan Yu was reciting silently was the Qingxin Jue that could restore Lu Shaolin's sobriety, so he had to concentrate and support it.

But his cultivation level is not as good as Yan Yu's after all, and he mostly relied on opportunism and heresy along the way.Seeing that there is no hope of becoming a fairy, he chose the shortcut of raising ghosts.

Going to the Liu Mansion to drive out ghosts was just a way for him to get close to the current situation of ghost fetuses openly, but he ran into Yan Yu and Lu Shaolin who came uninvited.At that time, he was worrying about the imminent birth of ghosts, where to find the hundredth hundred ghosts, he couldn't help but secretly rejoiced that it didn't take much effort.

Yaodao didn't expect that not only Yan Yu was more difficult to deal with than he expected, but even that unscrupulous flamboyant ghost was not easy to deal with.

In this world, there are people who will not be washed out of their sanity under the torture of the soul refining bag!Looking at it now, it was really a wrong move to take Lu Shaolin into his soul refining bag on the night when he came to save people.

As Yan Yu's lips moved, Lu Shaolin's attack became slower and slower, and the blood in his pupils became lighter and lighter.Finally, when he rushed towards Yan Yu again, he suddenly withdrew all his strength and fell straight down.

The Taoist instinctively reached out to pick it up, but was caught by a cold arm around his neck.As if waking up from a big dream, the person in his arms gave him a long-lost smile.

The Taoist priest didn't show much joy, it seemed that he didn't remember being angry until now, he helped Lu Shaolin stand still and said in a cold voice, "You know what's wrong?" Then he drew his sword sideways, aiming at where the gray-robed Taoist was standing.

Two groups of figures, one white and one red, stood side by side, both of them looked embarrassed, but there was a firm tacit understanding between their brows that could not be broken.

Victory is decided.

"So far."

The two said in unison, and then turned defense into offense, and attacked the culprit who caused the current tragedy.

The success failed, and the gray-robed Taoist was not willing to let it go, his expression became more and more ferocious.

He backed out of the door, trying to escape, but when Yan Yu was approaching, he suddenly waved his sleeve whisk, and the ghost figure that had been dormant for a long time suddenly rose up behind them, hanging down from the roof and approaching Yan Yu's door.

This move of dying struggle was already expected by the two of them.Yan Yu sneered, swung his sword and easily slashed at the ghost's arm, but saw that arm suddenly turned around his shoulder when the sword was almost covered with black air, and went straight to Lu Shaolin's heart.

Oops.

The Taoist priest's expression changed drastically, it was too late to raise his hand to make a formula, everything seemed irreversible.

In an instant, the sound of flesh and blood tearing pierced the air.

The room fell into dead silence as if frozen.

After a while, one arm hangs down feebly.

— clang.

The long sword in the Taoist priest's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"No--------!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It was only then that Lu Shaolin seemed to have regained his senses, and uttered a heart-piercing cry with all his strength.