The effective range of the death-defying spell is not long.
At least with the old Taoist's current level, it is still within a ten-mile range.
Especially since Zhang Yue had torn off one of his arms, the bloody smell could not be covered for a while.
Wei Yuan held the sword and chased after him with the help of the Thousand Mile Tracking Talisman. He was very fast. At this moment, the perception enhanced by the Thousand Mile Tracking Talisman was extremely sharp. Just when he was almost catching up, he suddenly received a call from the special operations team.
"Master Wei, have you found the Taoist?"
"If you have, please escort him back."
"This kind of evil sorcerer needs to be handed over to the Tianshi Mansion for punishment and sentencing together with the Ministry of Justice of Dahua. Although the crime is extremely serious, the judicial procedure must be followed. There is nothing we can do about it. After all, he is a human being..."
Wei Yuan paused, his face calm, and said, "Yes."
Hang up the phone and put it on the stone next to him.
Wei Yuan walked into the desolate place in the suburbs of Quan City with his sword. There was a small mountain here, with a village, but it had been abandoned long ago. The young people went down the mountain, and the old people went to their children's homes. Basically no one came. The old Taoist priest who had one arm torn off sat on a stone, his face pale, but when he looked at Wei Yuan, he was calm and grinned.
"Little guy is late, is it to send the demon on his last journey?"
"You are not bad, but it's a pity that I have already reported the case and surrendered myself."
"I will go to court on a certain day. Whether I live or die depends on fate. At least I have to stay in there for a lifetime. But at this time, you, a righteous cultivator, have to protect the old Taoist's safety, provide food and accommodation, and serve him well."
Wei Yuan said coldly.
Slowly sheathed the long sword and walked forward slowly.
As he approached, the old Taoist sensed something was wrong and stressed, "I have surrendered myself."
"According to the law, you cannot do anything to me."
"Yes."
Wei Yuan still answered slowly.
The old Taoist had been through many battles and knew something was wrong. His face suddenly changed. He grabbed a cell phone with his intact right hand and was about to press the alarm button. He heard a gunshot. His skinny palm and the cell phone were pierced by bullets specially designed for demons. The old Taoist screamed and fell to the ground. His face was pale and his body was shaking.
Wei Yuan raised his gun:
"Unfortunately, I am not a member of the action team."
The old Taoist priest was pale and planned to take the last resort, go to jail and think of a way, but he did not expect this. Seeing Wei Yuan's murderous aura in front of him, he hurriedly said: "Stop it. In this world of spiritual energy, there are other mountain spirits and monsters besides you and me. When the time comes, as long as they are summoned and questioned, their actions will not be covered up at all."
"You are still young, there is no need to die with me, an old man!"
In order to survive, he coughed up blood, slapped the ground heavily, and said angrily:
"Land, spirits, come quickly, come quickly!"
They are called land, but they are harmless spirits.
Wei Yuan did feel that there were more pairs of eyes around him.
They are those spirits that existed in ancient times, the spirits of things, and they slowly awakened after the spiritual energy was revived.
They can't hurt people, but they are also difficult to kill.
Those with Taoist skills can be summoned to ask about things.
The old Taoist priest was panting rapidly, his face was as pale as gold paper.
Before he could speak, Wei Yuan pulled the trigger again, and the armor-piercing bullet directly penetrated the right knee of the old Taoist priest, who screamed again, and then fired another shot, piercing his right leg, and then slightly raised the muzzle, this time locking the center of his eyebrows, and the old Taoist priest roared.
The armor-piercing bullet was fired, but it only hit a scarecrow, another way of dying by substitution.
But this time the body of the old Taoist priest appeared not far away, panting rapidly.
The invisible mountain spirits around stared at this scene.
The old Taoist priest said angrily: "If I die, you can't have an easy life!"
"Who are you, which sect are you from?! Do you still know the rules?!"
The mountain spirits and wild monsters seemed to be whispering to each other.
Some of them seemed to come out to persuade Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan put away the empty gun, then took out the crouching tiger waist card and hung it on his waist.
There was a deep tiger roar in the air.
The atmosphere in the deserted village, which seemed to have been surrounded by many "people" just now, suddenly froze.
Wei Yuan's face was calm, and he raised his hand to draw his sword.
The sound of the sword blade rubbing against the scabbard was cold, as if it came out of the dim historical memories, making the hands and feet of the revived monsters in the mountain cold.
"The Si Li Xiao Wei is handling the case, no one is allowed to disturb."
......
There was a moment of dead silence.
Then in the blink of an eye, the monsters in the mountain dispersed cleanly.
The land drilled directly into the ground.
The wind spirit lay on the tip of the wind and looked at the sky and ran.
"...The crouching tiger of the ancient times?"
The old Taoist's face was already pale. Wei Yuan exhaled and exerted force. He held the broken sword in his left hand and the eight-sided Han sword in his right hand tightly, and suddenly attacked and killed. The old man's talisman was suddenly scattered, and was directly cut off by the eight-sided Han sword. The broken sword in his left hand tore it, and the cold energy directly cut a hideous wound on the arm of the demon Taoist.
The eight-sided Han sword in his right hand followed closely, like a dragon, piercing through his left shoulder and coming out through the bone.
The old Taoist raised his hand to hold the blade, and said angrily:
"Bright and clear, you want to kill me for a demon?!"
Wei Yuan's face was calm, and the broken sword in his left hand chopped down heavily, breaking through a layer of black mist and embedding into the old Taoist's shoulder.
"He is not a demon."
Blood splattered.
Jin Jin raised his arm, crossed his two swords, and attacked crazily in the way of Xuanyuan Sword Jue and battlefield swordsmanship.
The old Taoist originally cultivated supernatural powers, unlike Wei Yuan's way of beheading demons and exorcising demons. In addition, he was injured and his Taoist method was broken by thunder. Seeing his life-saving method being shattered by Wei Yuan's swordsmanship, fear gradually appeared in his heart. The last sword was chopped down, the sound of tiger roar exploded, and the last scarecrow used as a substitute was chopped to pieces.
The old Taoist priest's face turned pale, and he retreated while begging for mercy.
"I... stop, I know I'm wrong."
"I was also forced. If you let me go, I will definitely die in prison for the rest of my life. Isn't that enough?!"
"I will give you all the Taoist skills and magic of our lineage. I will give them all to you."
Wei Yuan did not answer, and his hands did not stop moving.
The two swords slashed crazily, and the swordsmanship was powerful, breaking all the talismans and magic on the old Taoist priest's body.
He remembered the words of the Sili School Lieutenant in the Moon Dew Shadow.
Kill the demons and eliminate the devils, no need to show mercy.
Above the three-foot sword tip, we will be the world of peace and brightness!
What is the demon? !
The eight-sided Han sword in his right hand held the old Taoist's right arm, and the broken sword in his left hand was reversed, and he slashed across his throat, tearing the spell to protect him. A burst of blood flowed out. The old Taoist's face was frozen, but there was nostalgia in his eyes, and tears came down. He fell to the ground with a plop, opened his mouth, and it seemed to be a person's nickname.
Wei Yuan put the long sword at the side of his waist.
On the waist badge, the feathers of the brocade bird appeared.
Mobilize the demon power to the maximum extent.
The eight-sided Han sword slashed out fiercely, and the wind whistled above the sword body. The extremely thin wind flowed in the opposite direction at a very fast speed, enveloping the body of the demon Taoist, and was turned into ashes in the air by the majestic demon power. He was dead and could not die again. The strong demon power also shattered Wei Yuan's own breath.
Wei Yuan looked pale and slowly put away the sword.
...…
"Yes, it's me, Wei Yuan. Sorry, Officer Zhou, I'm a step late."
Wei Yuan leaned on the sword, looked at the direction where the sword energy and wind dissipated, and said:
"It seems that he fled for fear of crime…"
"Where did he flee to?"
"I don't know."