Chapter 136 Qingqiu Leaf

Qingqiu Leaves are a specialty of the Qingqiu Kingdom, bearing a unique spiritual power fluctuation.

They can sense creatures that are also from the Qingqiu people.

Therefore, they can also guide living beings to the gates of the Qingqiu Kingdom.

Wei Yuan twirled the fallen leaf bookmark in his fingers. Now, the spiritual power on it fluctuated along the veins of the leaf, the light flickering on and off, occasionally flashing violently, obviously sensing that a Qingqiu fox-type demon was encountering an emergency.

Hu Ming, this fox spirit, left a very good impression on Wei Yuan. He thought about it, and still picked up his sword to find the direction indicated by the green leaf.

He also went across the street and knocked on the door of the flower shop.

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Hu Ming's breathing was a little rapid.

He had been a bit overconfident.

The resentment and baleful aura opposite him exceeded the limit he could handle. The Qingqiu foxes were not a race known for their combat prowess. In addition, he had been injured. His current situation was really a bit embarrassing. He could only hope that the Special Operations Team could arrive sooner.

He looked at the road he had come from. A chain of car accidents had occurred due to the swarm of insects.

The exclamations, screams, and car horns were a cacophony of noise.

One road had already been paralyzed.

He wondered if anyone was injured. Human children were very fragile.

Hu Ming was a little worried.

He didn't really like grown-ups, but he had a great tolerance for children who had shed their naughtiness.

This was already the result of him trying to avoid crowds and traffic as much as possible, and guiding this crazed vengeful spirit towards sparsely populated areas. If this kind of monster, with its high individual strength and rapid reproduction ability, appeared in a place with a large flow of people, it could produce destructive power, or rather, infectivity, no less than that of a great demon.

Hu Ming tried his best to gather his demon power.

But it aggravated his previous injuries.

His flying motion faltered, and he was caught up by the swarm of insects, knocking him down onto a road that was not so wide.

It was a fox with silver纹路.

When he finally fell to the ground, he used foxfire to burn the insects wrapped around him into ashes, leaving an arc-shaped flame barrier on the ground to block the invasion of the swarm. However, this was already his limit. Hu Ming felt that he had made a mistake. He had protected humans and blocked the vengeful soul, but instead, he had lost himself.

Perhaps this was the influence of reading too many books.

He grumbled helplessly in his heart.

Everyone has a heart of compassion, and those with a heart of compassion are human.

Among the furs are those who resemble teachers, and among humans are those who resemble furless beasts.

The swarm of insects huddled together, like a distorted human, looking at the fox and saying, "I already told you not to interfere. It's too late to regret it now."

The fox spirit lazily said, "I should be the one telling you that you still have a little time to regret it."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because this is Shenzhou."

When Hu Ming said this, he had a confidence that he himself did not understand.

Although it was a little strange for a demon to say such a thing, the demons and spirits living in Shenzhou knew how conscious those cultivators born in this land of Shenzhou were of maintaining order in the human world.

Although it was very likely that when they arrived, they would also take him back to jail.

The fox spirit thought with some sadness.

But at least he had done something, so he shouldn't be locked up in prison, right?

The swarm of insects opened its mouth, laughing silently, and then raised its hand to smash down. The dense insects would pass over the fox demon in an instant, and in the end, not even bones would be left. But at this moment, a burst of fire suddenly rose.

But what triggered this scene was not fire, but wind.

An extremely violent wind!

The wind swept up the flames around Hu Ming, causing these flames to rise up, directly igniting all the insects, which fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Then, a clear and loud cry rang out, and the light of a sword rose up, splitting the swarm of insects in half from top to bottom.

A black shadow pierced through the swarm of insects.

Step.

The person who came landed, turned his long sword, and raised his hand, opening his five fingers.

The violent wind rotated in reverse, emitting an intense and ear-piercing whistle, entangling all the insects in it.

There were strange fluctuations in front of and behind the road.

It was the illusion of a ghost, able to guide ordinary people around this area.

The fox spirit's eyes widened. His instincts as a demon made his body tremble uncontrollably. The demon qi of the Qin and Han dynasties lingered around the person who came, emitting a cyan light of demon power. The thin and fast-flowing wind was like a cluster of blades, cutting the swarm of insects into pieces.

This kind of aura reminded Hu Ming of those huge monsters he had seen before.

“It’s a great demon!”

The old fox was a little excited, wanting to follow the ancient etiquette and solemnly pay his respects and thank the great demon for his help.

The cyan demon qi slowly dissipated, and the person who came turned around and asked in a calm voice:

"Is Mr. Hu alright?"

The familiar voice made Hu Ming's face stiff.

He raised his head little by little, and saw Wei Yuan, whom he had only parted with not long ago.

It was just that the young man who had just looked amiable, was now holding a sword in black, with a scabbard on his back, his hoodie pulled up. His body was still faintly entangled with the undulations belonging to the wind, and the unique ancient demon qi of the Qin and Han dynasties made Hu Ming's mind a bit stuck.

What's going on?!

Human? Great demon?

Having been swept by the strong wind and torn by the sword energy, some remnants of the swarm of insects remained.

Vaguely, they formed a face full of resentment.

He roared and pounced towards Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand, raised his left hand, and held the broken sword in reverse. At the same time, the talisman for exorcising ghosts suddenly lit up brightly. This was a supernatural power directly aimed at the soul body. Even if it was not from the land of Shenzhou, the basic composition of the soul was no different.

Resentment rushed towards Wei Yuan.

Letting a series of illusions appear before Wei Yuan's eyes, were memories from this Indian vengeful soul.

So-called friends who once sincerely asked for help, ultimately turned the butcher's knife towards the tribe, completely forgetting who had extended a friendly hand to them when they first arrived in the New World.

Brave compatriots fell in the charge.

And the other party used short knives and daggers to cut off their scalps and go to Mist City to exchange them for bounty.

The other party proposed a one-on-one duel.

How could a coward and traitor possibly be an opponent of a warrior?!

But when he was about to win, they tied up his wife and children.

Every time he attacked, they would stab his children with knives, so he could only defend. The crying of the children distracted him, and the smell of blood made his consciousness dissipate. Finally, when he fell, he saw the eyes of his children lose their light.

A man with blond hair and blue eyes raised his hand triumphantly.

Someone loudly proclaimed: "Under the witness of God, through a one-on-one duel, the land of the loser was obtained fairly and morally."

Unwillingness, astonishment.

In the end, only endless resentment remained.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Invaders, damn it!

Traitors, damn it!

Even if I die, even if I die for a hundred years, two hundred years, I will not spare you!

Never!!

The illusion spread out before Wei Yuan's eyes because of resentment, an extremely realistic massacre scene. At the same time, two groups of people rushed towards him, and on the ground lay the New World aborigines who died unwillingly. Wei Yuan did not take action, letting the people in these illusions pass through his body.

Looking at those who were unwilling to die, old and young, all of them were real things that had happened.

It was unbearable.

Wei Yuan sighed.

He casually grabbed the shovel in the illusion and buried those who died unjustly in the soil.

But he did not recite the Lingbao Salvation Sutra.

The illusion transformed by the resentment, grievance, and hostility shattered in an instant. The swarm of insects was tearing towards Wei Yuan, who slashed forward with the broken sword in his left hand. The sword light was lightly placed in front of the swarm of insects, and the swarm of insects transformed by the vengeful ghosts separated in an instant, reassembling.

The vengeful soul looked at Wei Yuan, his expression frantic and surprised: "You can understand our hatred."

"Then don't stop me!"

Wei Yuan held the sword horizontally, thought for a while, and said, "...I can understand, and I know how you feel."

"The仇 of parents, the 仇 of the tribe, and the blood 仇 of children."

"And your resentment until now, to be honest, I not only understand it very well, but I also think that if I were in your position, I would do the same thing."

Hu Ming was stunned.

Then, the sword in the hands of the Sili Xiaowei pointed to the vengeful soul in front:

"But the land under your feet is not your homeland, but Shenzhou."

"I have my own position."

Wei Yuan looked into the distance, hearing the sound of ambulances and police cars, emitting thick smoke, obviously causing casualties, and suddenly had a deeper understanding of the existence of the Crouching Tiger.

Regardless of the other party's good or evil, regardless of which side is right and which side is wrong.

It also doesn't matter whether there is a sufficiently legitimate reason.

The Sili Xiaowei also has the absolute position of the Sili Xiaowei.

Holding the Eight-Sided Han Sword tightly in both hands, Wei Yuan bent down, the blade pointing forward, thinking of the sentence he saw when he first obtained the Crouching Tiger waist牌, the Crouching Tiger Art circulated, and he whispered calmly:

"Those who invade my Shenzhou, even if they are monsters and gods, shall be arrested and killed!"

This one is above the others.

As the magic power flowed behind him, the fierce tiger roared softly.

The wind moved the cyan flames, and accompanied by the flow of the flames, it transformed into a ferocious tiger form behind the Sili Xiaowei. The tiger roared, pressing its claws, hiding the Xiaowei within this outer appearance. The Han sword in his hand was like the tiger's fangs, and the cyan flames flowed.

In a trance, Hu Ming clearly saw the wind woven into fine scales.

The azure flames transformed into the扎甲甲片 of ancient warriors.

Wei Yuan slashed out the sword in his hand. The higher level Crouching Tiger Art roared in a low voice, engulfing the foxfire and submerging the swarm of insects. It was the first time he had taken action in this situation, and he was still a bit negligent, not being able to eliminate them all with one sword. Just as he was about to pull out the broken sword and slash horizontally, he saw a black shadow pass by.

The insects were chopped to pieces.

A black cat gently landed on the ground.

Looking at Wei Yuan, whose vision had returned to normal.

"Are you Wei Yuan?"

The black cat was a little curious, its tail raised, speaking human language:

"I was sent here by that Daoist Zhang Ruosu to follow you for a while."

Hu Ming: "…………"

ps: Today's second update... trying to adjust my schedule.