He and It

Yan Huan spoke slowly and said: "Count down the humblest people in the world of time..."

"——Wives, concubines, daughters, slaves, and prostitutes." Liu Fuguang smiled bitterly, "Talents cannot be used, talents cannot be cherished, and the human body has no freedom. Dignity and life are withered in the confinement of slavery... For thousands of generations, such a huge evil obstacle, Is there anyone who can resolve it?"

He whispered: "Even if I am the best, I would not dare to boast such an unbridled attitude. If Jin Cuixu were a man, I would definitely criticize her for being too ignorant..."

Yan Huan was silent for a moment and said: "This is the path she chose. If she is not willing, no one can make the decision for her."

Liu Fuguang lowered his head and said nothing. He cast spells at will and restored the ruined houses and streets one by one. While walking absentmindedly, he took out the magic tablet handed to him by Yueniang and looked at it carefully in the moonlight.

He suddenly stopped, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Um?"

Yan Huan asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"

Liu Fuguang raised the magic card in his hand and frowned: "This thing..."

Yan Huan took it and took a look. The divine tablet was not a very exaggerated ornate statue that needed to be held in both hands, but was small, very simple and pocket-sized. The width is no more than four fingers, and the length is no more than a palm. It is thick in the middle and thin on both sides. It has the words "Nine Sons of the Mother" engraved on it. It has been soaked in blood and violent energy for too long, and its original appearance has long been lost. Only the pine needles with even sharp edges can be seen. The lines are still vaguely visible.

Yan Huan said: "Well, four fingers wide, it is exactly the format of a sword."

"Then you think the same as me," Liu Fuguang said, "This thing really looks like it was severed from a sword."

What sword?

Looking at the lines on it, Liu Fuguang immediately remembered the sword he had just held in his hand, a newer and sharper sword.

Seven-star sword with pine pattern.

"Let's go and take a look at other places," Liu Fuguang said, "Yue Niang is not an anchor for the battle between good and evil."

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A few days later, the two of them climbed over mountains and trekked through plains. They heard that a big monster was causing trouble on a river bank, killing countless people, so they planned to rush there to find out.

Standing on top of the clouds and watching from a distance, Liu Fuguang saw the 800-mile-long river surging and rolling into a white streak on the horizon. As he got closer, he suddenly saw a monster like a giant tower standing in the middle of the river. It has a body with a conch tail and a demonic aura rising to the sky. Thousands of whips protrude from the conch shell, and it is laughing wildly to tease the monks who conquer it in mid-air.

Compared with the huge size of the demon, the monk stepping on the flying sword is like a small bee, fighting fiercely and struggling to support it.

Liu Fuguang was suddenly confused: "Where did the crying come from?"

Really, even the rough water waves and the hoarse and arrogant laughter of the demon could not block the endless stream of crying, and it was not the cry of one or two people. If you listen carefully, it can be heard as thousands of sharp cries. The cries were like a terrible hailstorm, pouring down without any interruption, making people's blood surge, heart palpitations, and ears weak.

Yan Huan hurriedly covered his eyes, "Fuguang, don't look at it. I'll go down and deal with it soon..."

Liu Fuguang frowned and pushed his hand away.

- Only then did he see that the demon's shell was not completely smooth after all. The shell was as huge as a floating island and was covered with the faces of women who had died unjustly, one on top of the other, one on top of the other, layer by layer. Layers upon layers, dense and endless. Now, following the owner's violent ups and downs, the innocent soul was crushed and pushed, and then opened its mouth desperately and let out a howling cry.

Liu Fuguang: "..."

His lips moved slightly and he vomited in the next second.

Yan Huan was so frightened that he scrambled for a while. Finally, he remembered to deal with it at the source, so he quickly transformed into his true form and went down. He opened his huge mouth and swallowed it all without even having time to chew.

The demon suddenly felt that it was getting dark, and was still struggling in vain in the dragon's mouth. Unexpectedly, the sky and the earth all irresistibly closed on it. In an instant, the shell of the snail was broken into powder, and the body was squeezed into slime. The thousand-year-old demon essence was all gone. Turned into a cavity of blood.

Thousands of sacrificed souls rushed into the sky like a torrent, flooding the sky until the sun and moon were dull, black clouds agglomerated, and thunderstorms rumbled underground.

Yan Huan returned to his human body and was about to return to his lover when he suddenly felt something. He looked down and saw that the unlucky monk who had fought the demon before was still bobbing in the roaring river.

Thinking of Liu Fuguang's indifference to him for many days, Yan Huan rarely did a good thing. He waved and fished the person out, planning to take advantage of this unlucky guy and bring him back to Liu Fuguang to see.

As soon as the people came up, Yan Huan was surprised.

"Qing... help Guang!" Yan Huan said, "Look who this is."

Liu Fuguang was adjusting his breath. When he heard him calling, he opened his eyes and saw Jin Cuixu, whose clothes and hair were soaked through, his face was pale, and he was still vomiting water unconsciously.

"Confused!" He stood up hurriedly and input spiritual energy into her to protect her seriously injured heart. "How dare you come to fight against the great demon in the Nascent Soul stage with your cultivation in the Foundation Establishment stage!"

The sky was cold and the thunderstorm was not stopping. He pressed down on the clouds, found a clean place in the forest, cast the water-repelling spell, and then let Yan Huan attract the hot summer wind, which dried the water on her body and wrapped her in a thick blanket. .

Liu Fuguang cut another half of his commonly used elixir, dissolved it in purified water, and gave it to Jin Cuixu to drink.

After a while, the young Taoist priest opened his eyes.

"Brother Fuguang...?" Jin Cuixu said vaguely, "And...uh, who is that? Am I dreaming..."

Hearing these words, "that so and so"'s face suddenly fell so hard that he could stop crying at night.

"It's not a dream," Liu Fuguang said seriously, "Thanks to your luck, you met us! Tell me, why are you here, alone, running to fight the big monster?"

Jin Cuixu woke up. She looked at Liu Fuguang and then carefully glanced at Yan Huan, only to know that she was not dreaming.

She lowered her head and pursed her lips without speaking.

Liu Fuguang looked at her face and saw that the damage to her heart had indeed caused her face to be pale, but the gloomy look between her eyebrows and the faint dark blue under her eyes from long-term fatigue could not be caused by monsters.

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