Chapter 146 Subdued

The wind came, first caressing his cheeks, then soaking his shoulders and elbows, and finally roaring and surging. The high-speed wind compressed the airflow, turning it into pure white rapids. Wei Yuan sat in the only windless spot on the mountain, watching the storm rage around him.

The wind field enveloping the entire Ghost Domain Mountain range left a sharp whistling in his ears.

From the foot of the mountain, it looked as if the mountain was covered in a layer of pure white airflow, or like a large mass of clouds falling from the sky, enveloping the mountain's waist to the summit, churning and crushing at a speed that was slow yet fast.

Demons and ghosts howled in horror, struggling to escape, only to be swept up by the high-speed rotating wind. Trees were uprooted, houses were crushed from top to bottom by the wind pressure, and then, together with their foundations, they were swept up. Sharp fragments were drawn into the airflow, tearing out ear-piercing shrieks.

Demons and ghosts without physical form were shattered by the clear qi of the storm. Those with physical form were cut by the high-speed sharp fragments. Shattered flesh, collapsing souls, along with everything else at this absurd banquet, were swept into the storm and ultimately crushed into powder.

The collision of the wind and clouds emitted a deep rumbling sound like thunder.

Occasionally, lightning struck, heavily bombarding the Ghost Domain.

Thunder and fire raced, instantly shattering the evil and filthy aura.

Wei Yuan was stunned by this magnificent scene, speechless.

He no longer struggled to sit up. Instead, he leaned against the only remaining ruins, stuck his sword upside down into the ground, and watched this scene of one person fighting against natural disaster. This was the power of those called gods in ancient times, the demeanor of the most powerful cultivators.

There happened to be an unopened jar of wine beside him.

So he rested the sword across his knees, broke the seal, and took a sip of wine, looking at the vastness of the world, and exclaimed:

"Good!"

The gale summoned by the heavenly maiden swept all the demons and ghosts across the mountains and fields. Where could these demons and ghosts, which even Wei Yuan could not stop, compete with the power of heaven and earth? They were immediately swept in, torn apart, and their souls scattered. Only the ghost king, who had absorbed the water sha of the Luo River for more than a hundred years, was still desperately resisting.

The sha qi enveloped his body, barely preventing him from being swept into the storm.

But obviously, the Luo River outside had been diverted, and the Reverse Bow Sha no longer existed. The ghost king roared, gritting his teeth and struggling to support himself. But in the end, he could not escape death. The last bit of sha qi collapsed, the ghost king staggered, and his body flew up. He still roared unwillingly:

"No, no, you are mine!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was swept into the storm.

The originally smooth rotating storm suddenly tore in the opposite direction.

The ghost king let out a miserable scream, collapsing and disappearing, returning to dust.

At this time, the storm slowly dissipated. Seeing that this mountain, which had been full of ghostly shadows and as eerie as a prison, was now a mess, with trees uprooted, houses turned into ruins, and faint traces of splashed blood in the distance, Wei Yuan felt that although the mountain was not as lively as before, it was much more comfortable.

The heavenly maiden in white clothes and ribbons landed on the last wisp of breeze.

Her face was pale. Obviously, the shocking scene just now was not easy for the current heavenly maiden.

It was finally over.

Wei Yuan struggled to stand up and said, "Thank you, miss."

The heavenly maiden's face was pale. She nodded and said, "Be careful, it still has a last bit of residue."

Wei Yuan was surprised.

Even after all this, that ghost thing wasn't dead yet?

Before the heavenly maiden could explain, a mad and ferocious roar came from the foot of the mountain:

"No, you are mine, you are mine!"

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted and he looked down.

In this Ghost Domain, which had been almost completely leveled, a figure struggled out.

No, it could hardly be considered human anymore.

……………………

In the Strange Tales of Power and Chaos scroll, the main subjects were only the young man and the heavenly maiden.

Wei Yuan had originally thought that the young man would change from a youth to an old man with white hair, and eventually die and turn into withered bones, while the heavenly maiden's appearance would remain unchanged.

But after seeing what appeared, he suddenly realized that there was a third main subject in the painting, which he had not noticed all along.

In the rumbling sound, an almost completely rotten and decayed inn rose from the ground.

The inn was covered with viscous black objects like thick blood vessels, pulsating strangely. These creations converged at the entrance of the inn, forming the appearance of the young man in the painting. His back was integrated with the inn, as if flesh and blood had grown on the walls, looking twisted and terrifying. The young man's face was constantly changing, sometimes the original youth, sometimes a white-boned face, and sometimes a demon with bull horns.

It was as if all the unwillingness and resentment of his life were condensed here.

He roared and howled constantly, with the voice of a young man and the low roar of a demon.

Wei Yuan stared at the unprecedented demon. After all, he was no longer the ignorant bumpkin he had been at the beginning, and could see some of the roots. This state was like a ji缚灵, but he had never seen a demon that was so integrated with the place to which it was bound. At this time, Wei Yuan finally understood the hidden problem.

The young man back then was just a mortal. Even if a demon was born in his heart, he would surely die after being killed by Wo Hu. And even if he survived, the original story was already in the Jin Dynasty, more than 1,700 years ago, and he should have been scattered long ago.

Only now, after seeing this inn, did he understand clearly.

So that was it.

Wei Yuan didn't know how to describe his feelings, but sighed:

"It was the unwillingness and resentment he left behind in the wooden inn, plus the practice of evil arts, burying the girl's feather coat and flesh and blood evil arts in the ground, finally leading to the demonization of the inn. It must have been intentionally done by the heretical cultivator a hundred years ago, causing this inn to give birth to a demon, which mistakenly thought it was him."

"Even after death, his obsession did not die out, and he still wanted to do the things he was unwilling to do in his lifetime."

"So human obsession is so terrifying and awe-inspiring."

Seeing the inn come towards the mountain as if it had its own hands and feet, howling miserably.

Earlier, it had been entwined with sha qi, which could still make people fearful, but now it had exposed its true form.

Wei Yuan staggered to his feet, picked up the Eight-Sided Han Sword, and said:

"To call him a ghost king is just an obsession, relying on sha qi to show off his power."

He looked at the heavenly maiden again:

"Can the girl fight again?"

The heavenly maiden pursed her lips and nodded slightly. Wei Yuan could see that she had just recovered her cultivation. To perform such a great supernatural power just now was already the limit of her strength. So he simply raised his sword and said, "Then I'll trouble the girl to create wind."

Wei Yuan hung the waist tag on his side.

Holding the sword, he took a deep breath, feeling the stinging pain in his lungs and the blood foam between his lips and teeth. He gritted his teeth and was secretly glad that when he had sent a message to Zhang Hao and the others earlier, he had removed the request to divert the Luo River, and instead asked them to change the original Reverse Bow Sha into the Western White Tiger Sha.

Originally, it was to prevent the ghost king from having a lot of sha qi in reserve, but now it came in handy.

Just now, the gale raged, and the ghost king's body was shattered, and the sha qi scattered all over the mountains and fields.

Wei Yuan vaguely felt that the Sili Colonel waist tag was connected to the reappearance of the fierce sha pattern between heaven and earth. The Western White Tiger was in charge of killing and war, and was also a tiger. The Sili Colonel was in charge of elite soldiers, and was the top military officer under the Great Han General, holding the second rank, comparable to two thousand stones, and was also known as Wo Hu (Crouching Tiger), which perfectly matched the White Tiger Sha.

During the Qin and Han Dynasties, Fangshi (Taoist practitioners) were rampant. If there was no connection, how could there be the title of Wo Hu?

He would also learn from this ghost king and borrow some sha qi.

Even if there were future troubles, he couldn't care less.

Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand, the blade pointing diagonally at the ground, and stepped down.

………………

The inn pushed aside rocks and trampled on trees, coming mightily.

And on the road ahead, a figure stood in the way, it was Wei Yuan.

The twisted youth at the entrance of the inn saw Wei Yuan and let out a low roar, his eyes turning red.

The memory of just now was still extremely clear. This youth's resentment and unwillingness actually locked onto the sword-wielding Sili Colonel. The inn with the high-rise pavilion turned its direction and rolled towards Wei Yuan, filled with demonic energy.

Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands.

The Crouching Tiger waist tag lit up with a deep light.

The low tiger roar was more激昂 fierce than any time in the past. Wei Yuan used the Crouching Tiger Technique to absorb sha qi, and a fierce white tiger appeared behind him. Immediately, the brocade feather bird's long feathers on the waist tag lit up and disappeared into the sha qi.

Tiger roared, bird cried.

Behind the colonel was a fierce tiger with wings.

He strode forward, rushing towards the mountain inn demon.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the two had approached.

Wei Yuan could almost see the crazy look of jealousy on the youth's face.

He flicked his fingers across the blade.

A bright cold light lit up on the sword. Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands, just like when he had slashed at the back of the ghost king. When he was still seven steps away from the demon, he suddenly slashed down with the Eight-Sided Han Sword. The winged tiger behind him ran down the mountain, roaring and pouncing forward.

The appearance of the sha qi mixed with demonic power instantly impacted the inn.

The ancient creations, which had been specially preserved, were almost instantly cracked by the impact of the sha qi. The seemingly hard wooden boards were like dried and hardened biscuits, cracking and breaking into powder. In the end, before the demon could get close to Wei Yuan, it was completely turned into ruins.

Only the youth's body was left, with a section of the inn's wooden planks connected to his back, rolling on the ground.

Even at this moment, he still wanted to pounce on Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands and let the youth pounce on him, dodging to the side.

Then he took a deep breath, feeling some blood in his mouth and nose. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised the Eight-Sided Sword high, and then slashed heavily at the neck of the youth who had used too much force. The youth wanted to struggle and avoid it, but at this moment, on his body, in the black creations transformed by resentment and blood and flesh evil arts, a pair of hands suddenly appeared, firmly holding the youth down.

The Eight-Sided Han Sword fell with all its strength.

The thing transformed by the youth's obsession finally met the same fate as the elder brother he had harmed.

The head rolled to the ground.

At this moment, Wei Yuan was already exhausted. Seeing the mess around him, the ghosts had scattered. Although he had forcibly dispelled the sha qi and his lungs were stinging, he still felt joy, rare joy! He kicked the corpse over with one foot and staggered.

Exhausted, he sat down on the ground, holding the sword and laughing loudly.

"Monster!"

"Subdued!"