I have a knife, out of the sheath can kill monsters

Chapter 71
A group of men hurriedly got up and grabbed the single knife beside them.

This time someone learned to be smart and didn't put the knife where it needs to be rolled around to get it.

"What's the matter, boss?" someone asked.

"There is someone from Yin who makes an excuse, and I hope I don't pass by the mountain temple." Gao Zhe looked worried.

Yin people make excuses, and Yang people avoid them.

When the men heard this, their faces changed drastically.

Someone glanced at Ji Chen, wondering if he beheaded the mountain god to attract the Yin people.

Without saying a word, Ji Chen wiped the blade with a cloth, and slowly put the blade back into its sheath.

He felt that there was a problem with this mountain temple, and even with this piece of heaven and earth.

This is an intuition that the problem should lie with the mountain god and the Yin people.

The sound of the suona was getting closer and closer, and everyone could hear it.

"This is, dirge!"

The faces of the people changed again, all kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king, either ascending to heaven, or worshiping the hall.

Sorrow and joy are naturally not worship, there is only one possibility, either to give away someone, or to receive the soul.

Moreover, the suona mourning sound seemed to be coming to the mountain temple.

Suddenly, the door of the mountain temple burst open, and a strong wind came in with snow and snow.

An extremely cold breath invaded the entire mountain temple.

In an instant, everyone fell into an ice cellar, and the two burning bonfires were instantly extinguished.

Someone from Yin entered the temple, but no one could see it.

Ji Chen visualized the bright moon in his eyes, and the shadows of the moon appeared in his eyes. He could see clearly that it was a group of gray shadowy men, in a translucent state, carrying a large black and white sedan chair.

There were more than twenty Yin people in this group, some were holding banners calling for souls, some were holding suonas, and some were holding mourning sticks.

From the shape point of view, this is a group of welcoming people.

The so-called welcoming the dead is the messenger who escorts the soul of the dead and extradites them to the underworld.

No wonder ordinary people can't see them. Once you see them, it means you are dead.

It's just that Ji Chen is a little puzzled, they shouldn't do this, it's the responsibility of the City God, and these shady people are obviously not under the command of the City God.

This group of yin people completely ignored the existence of Ji Chen, Gao Zhe and others, and saw the two yin people holding the soul-calling banners raised their hands, and an extremely weak soul appeared in the broken look of the mountain god. He was called out and floated towards the sedan chair.

At this moment, Ji Chen made a knife.

"Yan!"

A blade invisible to the naked eye pierced through the air, entangled the soul of the god statue, rolled back, and was held by Ji Chen in his hand.

"Bold! How dare you interfere with us and wait for our death? Eat me with a stick."

One of the yin men who held a mourning stick, waved the mourning stick and threw it at Ji Chen.

The mourning stick is also called the soul-beating stick. If you stick it down, even if you don't lose your soul on the spot, you will end up with a ghost out of your body.

Ji Chen visualizes the bright moon in his hands, and a cluster of moonlight and cold fire condenses in Ji Chen's hands.

As he slapped out the palm, the moonlight turned into a palm and hit the Yin man holding the mourning stick. The Yin man's body exploded like flour, and the moonlight ignited and burned instantly. That yin man burned cleanly.

Gao Zhe and a group of men stood aside and watched this scene dumbfounded.

Although they couldn't see the yin people, they knew that Ji Chen was working with these yin people.

Who is this scholar?

Even cunts can do it.

At this time, one of the Yinmen holding a suona said, "Someone prevents me from waiting for the Yinsi to do things, what should I do?"

"Since a stranger bumps into the shade, it's like a rabbit bumping into a tree. It's a gift from heaven. You should arrest your soul and enslave it." Another Yin person replied.

"The yin people borrow the way, and the yang people avoid it. If the yang people take the initiative to approach, you should hook their souls, seize their souls, and suppress them in the soul sail."

A group of ghosts discussed how to seduce Ji Chen's soul in front of Ji Chen, treating him like nothing.

But Ji Chen said, "Which City God are you waiting for?"

"City God's Temple, what is that?" You said coldly and indifferently.

"Understood!" Ji Chen nodded, "If it's not under the command of the City God, then it's the ghost of Xiaoju mountain forest."

"The people raised their weapons to rebel, and the spirits and monsters gathered together to conspire against them. A group of mandrills and monsters dared to pretend to be the Yin Division and summon their souls to meet their death. This crime is equivalent to conspiracy and should be punished!"

When the word "Zhu" seemed to be a signal, all the yin people moved at the same time, the yin energy swept and rolled in, the yin wind howled, and the grievances screamed.

In an instant, the situation of the entire mountain temple changed, like a faded picture scroll, it instantly turned into black and white, with black and white ink.

The sudden and weird painting style made Gao Zhe and other men a little uncomfortable. They felt as if they had stepped into an ink painting, and everyone became characters in the ink painting.

"Fuck off!"

After all, Gao Zhe has a wide range of knowledge. He has heard of Zou Yin, and the world in front of him seems to be the same as the world in the mouth of those Zou Yins. Black and white are like ink, between Yin and Yang.

"Yan!"

There was a whistling sound of a knife suddenly, accompanied by the light of the knife, the sound of the knife was piercing.

Ji Chen visualized the bright moon on the blade of the blade, and the blade of the Pojun was glowing with moonlight. He followed the blade and took a step forward. The edge of the blade passed by, breaking the black and white picture in front of him. Pass.

Ji Chen left as soon as he touched it, without even looking at it, he turned the blade, stepped back and slashed.A yin man who was sneaking up from behind was cut in two by him, and the moonlight on the blade was like a maggot on the tarsus, burning on the yin man's body.

The cold moonlight is the only color in this black and white world.

Ji Chen's blade turned again, cutting towards the place of ink mist, without sound, only a cold light flashed away.

In the ink mist, a Yin man was beheaded with a knife, and the cold fire of the moonlight burned from the severed head, and burned it up in an instant.

Ji Chen drew his sword again, without any warning, he turned around and slashed, and a yin man who was about to approach Ji Chen was beheaded behind him.

The ink mist is getting thicker and thicker, and it will soon fill the entire mountain temple. The world that was originally black and white is about to become a thick ink.

Gao Zhe and the others had a sense of urgency. He had an intuition that once the mountain temple was completely blacked out, there would be great terror.

Ji Chen also noticed it, he plunged into the ink mist with a knife, killing all directions, with moon shadows rising and falling in his eyes, the ink mist had no effect on him at all.

Ordinary people may suffer a great loss if they encounter Yin people, even if they are born, they may not be able to please them.Their fighting style is extremely weird, and it is difficult for ordinary people to adapt.

But Ji Chen is different, he can visualize the sun and the moon, whether it is the cold moonlight or the real fire of the sun, they are the nemesis of evil.

Ji Chen keeps throwing knives and steps, his figure is erratic, even more weird and elusive than Yinren.

Every time the knife was swung, a Yin man was beheaded.

In just a moment, this group of yin people were killed by Ji Chen.

Seeing that something was wrong, the rest of the Yin people turned around and fled. In a flash, they arrived at the entrance of the mountain temple, and they were about to sink into the darkness outside.

"Yan!"

Dao Ming thought about it, the light of the saber suddenly turned on and then went out, the upper half of the Yin man's body slid down obliquely, and was burnt to ashes by the cold fire of the moonlight in an instant.

(End of this chapter)