The wind first brushed against his cheeks, then soaked his shoulders and elbows, and finally roared and surged. The high-speed rushing wind compressed into pure white waves. Wei Yuan sat in the only windless spot on the mountain, watching the storms raging around him.

The wind field that covered the entire Ghost Domain Mountain range left a sharp whistle in his ears.

If viewed from below, it looked like a layer of pure white airflow wrapped around the mountain, or a large mass of clouds falling from the sky, enveloping the waist and top of the mountain. It was rolling and crushing at a seemingly slow but actually fast speed.

The demons and ghosts screamed in horror, struggling to escape, but they were swept up by the high-speed rotating wind. Trees were uprooted, houses were crushed by the pressure of the wind, and then they were lifted along with the foundations. Sharp and jagged fragments were swept into the airflow, tearing out piercing screams.

If the demons and ghosts had no physical form, they were dispersed by the violent wind. If they had a physical form, they were cut by the sharp fragments rotating at high speed. The shattered bodies and collapsing souls, along with everything on this absurd feast, were all swept into the storm and ultimately crushed into powder.

The collision of the fierce wind and the clouds produced a low and thunderous sound.

Occasionally, thunderbolts struck, heavily pounding on the Ghost Domain.

The thunder and lightning ran, instantly shattering the evil and filthy aura.

Wei Yuan watched this magnificent scene in a daze, speechless.

He no longer struggled to sit up, but leaned against the only remaining ruins, inserted his sword into the ground, and watched this scene where one person confronted the disaster. This was the power of the ancient beings known as gods, the brilliance of the top cultivators.

There happened to be an unopened wine jar nearby.

He simply placed the sword horizontally in front of his knees, opened the seal, and took a sip of wine, looking at the vastness of the world, and said:

"Good!"

The wind summoned by the heavenly maiden swept all the demons and ghosts in the mountains. These demons that even Wei Yuan couldn't stop were no match for the mighty power of heaven and earth. They were instantly swept away, torn apart, and their souls scattered. Only the ghost king who had absorbed the evil energy of the Luo River for over a hundred years still resisted stubbornly.

The aura of death enveloped his body, barely avoiding being swept into the storm.

But obviously, the external Luo River had been diverted, and the Reverse Bow Evil was no longer there. The ghost king gritted his teeth and roared in anger, struggling hard, but in the end, he couldn't escape death. The last trace of evil energy collapsed, and the ghost king stumbled, flying up into the air, still roaring in anger:

"No, this is mine!"

Before his words could fall, he was swept into the storm.

The originally rotating storm suddenly tore in the opposite direction.

The ghost king let out a miserable scream and directly disintegrated and disappeared, returning to dust.

At this moment, the storm finally dissipated, and the previously eerie and prison-like mountain was now a mess. Trees were uprooted, houses turned into ruins, and in the distance, traces of blood could be faintly seen. But Wei Yuan felt that although the mountain had become less lively than before, it was actually much more comfortable.

The heavenly maiden in white clothes and fluttering ribbons descended on the last gust of wind.

Her face was pale, obviously the intense scene just now was not easy for her.

Finally, it was over.

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

The heavenly maiden's face turned pale, nodded, and said, "Be careful, there is still a trace of its remnants."

Wei Yuan was surprised.

Even after all that, the ghost creature still hadn't died?

Before the heavenly maiden could explain, a crazy and ferocious roar came from below the mountain:

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

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted as he looked down.

In this almost completely flattened Ghost Domain, a figure struggled to emerge.

No, it could hardly be considered a human anymore.

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In the Strange and Divine Painting Scroll, there were only two main figures: the youth and the heavenly maiden.

The youth transformed from a young boy to an old man with white hair, and finally died and turned into dry bones, while the heavenly maiden remained unchanged.

That's what Wei Yuan originally thought.

But when he saw the appearance of the third entity that appeared, he suddenly realized that there was another main figure in the painting that he had never noticed.

Amidst the rumbling sound, a nearly completely rotten inn rose from the ground.

The inn was covered with sticky black substances that pulsated strangely, and these substances gathered at the entrance of the inn, forming the appearance of the youth in the painting. His back was fused with the inn, as if flesh and blood were growing on the walls, looking twisted and terrifying. The youth's face kept changing, sometimes a young boy, sometimes a skeleton, and sometimes a demon with horns.

It was as if all his resentment and grievances throughout his life had condensed here.

Continuously roaring and howling, there were the voices of a young boy and the low growls of a demon.

Wei Yuan stared at the unprecedented demon, realizing that he was no longer the insignificant Wu Xia Amon from the beginning. He could see some foundation in this state, resembling a bound spirit. However, he had never seen a demon that merged with the place it was bound to. And at this moment, Wei Yuan finally understood the hidden question from before.

The youth in the beginning was just a mortal, even if a demon grew in his heart, he would still die after being killed by the tiger. Even if he survived, the initial story took place during the Jin Dynasty, more than 1,700 years ago. He should have long since perished.

Now, seeing this inn, Wei Yuan finally understood.

So that's how it is.

Wei Yuan didn't know how to describe his feelings, he just sighed and said:

"It was the resentment and grievances left by him in the Wooden Tower Inn. Combined with the evil arts he practiced, embedding the heavenly maiden's feather robe and flesh and blood arts into the ground, it finally led to the transformation of the inn into a demon. It seems that it was also intentional by the evil cultivator from a hundred years ago, making the inn give birth to a demon and mistakenly thinking it was him."

"When a person dies but their obsession remains, they will continue to do what they were unwilling to do in their lifetime."

"It turns out that a person's obsession is so terrifying."

As the inn, with a life of its own, continued to scream and roar, it moved towards the mountain.Previously, its menacing aura had made people fear it, but now its true form had been exposed.

Wei Yuan staggered to his feet, lifting his eight-sided Han sword, and said:

"Claiming to be the Ghost King, it turns out to be nothing more than a stubborn obsession, relying on its evil aura to act violently."

He then turned to the celestial maiden:

"Miss, can you fight again?"

The celestial maiden pursed her lips and nodded slightly. Wei Yuan, however, had already noticed that she had just recovered her cultivation and had used a great divine power. She was already at the end of her strength. He simply raised his sword and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you to raise the wind."

Wei Yuan hung the waist badge on one side of his waist.

Holding his sword, he took deep breaths, feeling the stabbing pain in his lungs, the blood foam between his lips, and gritted his teeth. He was actually relieved that when he had sent a message to Zhang Hao and the others earlier, he had asked them to change the direction of the Luo River and to change the original anti-bow evil into the Western White Tiger evil.

Originally, it was to prevent the Ghost King from having a lot of evil aura in stock, but now it came in handy.

Just now, the violent wind ran, the body of the Ghost King was shattered, and the evil aura scattered all over the mountains and fields.

Wei Yuan faintly felt that the waist badge of the Si Li Xiao Wei and the newly emerged evil pattern in the world were connected. The Western White Tiger was the master of killing and warfare, and it was also a tiger. The Si Li Xiao Wei was in charge of the elite, was a top military officer under the great general of the Han Dynasty, and was a second-rank official, higher than two thousand stones. He was also known as the lying tiger, perfectly matching the White Tiger evil.

During the Qin and Han Dynasties, if there were no connections, how could there be the title of lying tiger.

And learn from this Ghost King to borrow some evil aura.

Even if there are future troubles, he can't care about them now.

Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand, the blade pointing diagonally at the ground, and took a step forward.

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The inn, moving rocks and trampling trees, came mightily.

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

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

The memory of just now was still vivid, and the resentment of this young man was so strong that he directly locked onto the sword-holding Si Li Xiao Wei. The inn, as tall as a high-rise building, changed direction and rolled towards Wei Yuan, filled with demonic aura.

Wei Yuan held his sword with both hands.

A deep light shone on the lying tiger waist badge.

The low roar of the tiger was more fierce and ferocious than ever before. Wei Yuan used the lying tiger decision to absorb the evil aura, and a ferocious white tiger appeared behind him. Immediately, the long feathers on the waist badge lit up and disappeared into the evil aura.

The tiger roared and the bird cried.

Behind the school captain, a winged tiger appeared.

He took a step and ran straight towards the demon at the foot of the mountain.

In almost the blink of an eye, the two were close.

Wei Yuan could almost see the jealous and crazy look on the young man's face.

His fingers brushed over the blade of the sword.

A brilliant cold light shone on the sword, and Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands, just like when he had slashed at the back of the Ghost King before. When he was still seven steps away from the demon, he suddenly slashed down with his eight-sided Han sword. The winged tiger behind him ran down the mountain, roaring in anger, and pounced forward.

The outer appearance of the evil aura mixed with demonic power hit the inn in an instant.

The ancient creation that had been deliberately preserved was almost instantly hit by the evil aura, causing large cracks to appear. The hard-looking wooden boards crumbled into powder like dry biscuits. In the end, the demon couldn't get close to Wei Yuan and was completely turned into ruins.

Only the body of the young man was left, with a piece of inn wood attached to his back, rolling on the ground.

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

Wei Yuan held his sword with both hands, letting the young man pounce on him, and dodged with a flash of his body.

Then he took a deep breath, a hint of blood in his nose and mouth. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised the eight-sided sword high, and then heavily chopped it down at the neck of the young man who had used too much force. The young man wanted to struggle to avoid it, but at this moment, a pair of hands suddenly appeared on his body, pressing the young man down.

The eight-sided Han sword fell with all its strength.

The thing transformed by the young man's obsession ended up just like the brother he had killed.

The head rolled off.

At this moment, Wei Yuan was already exhausted. Seeing the mess around him and the dispersal of the ghosts, he felt a sense of satisfaction despite the stabbing pain in his lungs from forcing the evil aura. It was a rare pleasure! He kicked the corpse down and staggered a step.

He sat down on the ground, exhausted, holding his sword and laughing loudly.

"Demon!"

"Beheaded!"