Requiem Chapter 79: The Final Battle with Zhang Xiuting (2)
"I'm not Tang Yan!"
"How is it possible? If you are not Tang Yan, who else could it be?" All right! Yin Hui admitted that this truly pure female colleague was led astray by Shen Feifei, the fake pure little Lolita.
"I am..." As she spoke, the woman in his arms slowly raised her head, revealing another pale face: "Zhang - Xiu - Ting!"
"What?!" Yin Hun's eyes widened, his entire brain nerves did not react at all. Then, he felt a pain in his chest, and a bone-chilling chill immediately spread throughout his body.
"Mind your own business, or I'll kill you..." Zhang Xiuting crawled on the ground, propped up her limbs, and opened her big mouth full of rouge lips, staring at Yin Hun fiercely. What kind of eyes were those! Yin Hun was completely unable to describe his feelings at this moment, as if countless vicious resentments were hidden in those eyes, cold, deathly, and terrifying!
As the mouth got closer and closer to his neck, Yin Hui finally understood why Sun Faxue was reduced to a pile of minced meat and a skeleton. This thing was not a vegetarian! Damn it, could it be that I, a good socialist young man, had only had one relationship, held hands and kissed no more than ten times, and even didn't even check into a hotel, and I was going to see Marx like this? Please, Ma Da Huzi, I don't want to go down and be gay with you so soon!
At this critical moment, a sonorous and powerful Buddhist chanting suddenly came from outside her ears The sound was very majestic and powerful, but very pleasant to the ear, and people were unconsciously immersed in it. In a flash, dozens of pink and tender lotus flowers flew over, bringing the great magical power of Buddhism, stopping Zhang Xiuting's movements. At the same time, a pair of old hands suddenly stretched out from behind Zhang Xiuting and pressed heavily on her face.
“Namo Many Treasures Tathagata, Namo Wonderful Color Body Tathagata, Namo Vast Body Tathagata, Namo Free from Fear Tathagata. Mani Padme Hum, the master of the Pure Land, the Buddha said to her, “The Pure Land is the Buddha of the Pure Land.” The master grabbed a rosary with his right hand and put it around her neck.
"Ah!" Zhang Xiuting let out a shrill howl, and her long hair fluttered in the air. Long shadows were cast on the skylight glass, and it looked like countless small snakes were crawling all over the glass.
"If you don't pass away yet, when will you?" said Old Zhao in a hoarse voice, and at the same time, the strength of his hands increased by three points. At this time, Zhang Xiuting's face was almost like a plastic surgery. The flat skin was covered with pits and small black holes. The edges of the holes were also precipitated with a lot of gray-white powder similar to that of charcoal fire. Between Old Zhao's fingers, billowing black smoke came out. After this stimulation, Zhang Xiuting's uncontrolled hands hit Yin Hun's chest hard, hitting him like a head-over-heels onion against the wall. As soon as he got up, he vomited several mouthfuls of blood.
"Die...die...you are all going to die!" Zhang Xiuting roared with a ferocious look on her face, and the entire corridor followed her roar, emitting waves of echoes like a jammed tape, which was breathtaking. Finally, the skylight glass was the first to explode because it could not withstand such a large sound wave, and then all the nearby window glasses shattered one by one.
"I don't believe that I can't deal with you today. I can even break open the turtle's shell!" Yin Hun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up the golden sword on the ground, and was about to give Zhang Xiuting a chill.
"Don't stab her!" Old Zhao yelled, "She's still attached to Tang Yan!"
After hearing Old Zhao's reminder, Yin Hui suddenly realized what was going on. He cried out inwardly, "What a mess!" and hurriedly stopped. Old Zhao was distracted just now, and Zhang Xiuting seized the opportunity to break free. The red string of the rosary was torn apart, and countless small beads like longans fell to the ground with a ding-dong sound, then bounced up and crackled. Old Zhao's magic was broken, and he fell on his back like a kite with a broken string.
"Master, are you okay?" Yin Hun threw out a few talismans, not knowing whether they were useful or not. Then he grasped the hilt of the sword, curled up his body, rolled forward, and moved to the side of Old Zhao, barely helping the old man up.
"Your bones are almost broken, do you think you're okay?" Old Zhao rolled his eyes at him, then took a few deep breaths and evened out his breathing. "I didn't expect that Zhang Xiuting's power is so strong that it's incomprehensible. Even after the cemetery was sealed and countless servants were destroyed, she was still able to break my 'Infinite Vajra Circle' so quickly!"
"Then what should we do next? She is still possessed by Tang Yan?" Yin Hun was very worried.
"Haha! Don't worry!" Old Zhao understood what his apprentice meant: "Didn't you see that what I used just now was not Taoism, but Buddhism? I have used the bodhi incense in my pipe and the 'Tathagata's Spell' to tear Zhang Xiuting's soul apart. After a while, she will no longer be able to attach herself to Tang Yan, and can only show her true form to deal with us!"
"Take this!" After saying that, Old Zhao took out a black glove from his sleeve. The glove was completely black without any luster. It was made of densely packed buckles all over, and it exuded bursts of mysterious evil spirit, which made people feel uneasy.
"What is this?" To be honest, Yin Hun had never seen this thing before.
"This is the magic weapon I carried with me when I was young, called the 'Demon-Sealing Gloves'. It was forged with meteorites from outer space combined with Taoist spells. When used, it can double to triple the combat power of the caster. I didn't want to give it to you because this thing is too violent. Using it too much will damage your mind and create inner demons. But now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to give it up. Here it is!" Old Zhao sighed and handed over the Demon-Sealing Gloves.
Yin Hun frowned, a little dazed.
"Go on! Time is running out."
"No, Master, I want to ask how to use this thing..." Yin Hun was a little embarrassed.
“…”
“Okay!” Old Zhao coughed awkwardly. “Remember, wear it on your right hand and transfer your body’s strength to your entire right hand. But don’t wear it for more than three minutes, or you’ll be drained.”
"Oh." Yin Hui nodded, took it, and found out after holding it in his hand that this thing was not as heavy as it looked, but rather very light.
At this moment, a faint sigh penetrated into the heart, and it was like a deep and terrifying grin lingering in the ears. Zhang Xiuting's true body finally appeared in front of the two of them unscathed. Her originally white clothes were now covered with blood, her long hair covered her face, her face was pale, her eyeballs were turned up, revealing white eyeballs, and blood was still flowing from her eyes, flowing down her cheeks, and some unknown black and red substances flowed out of her mouth, accompanied by the restlessness of hundreds of faces on the surrounding walls, composing a weird symphony.
"Never mind , let's give it a try!" Yin Hun looked at his gloved right hand, muttered to himself, and then stood up.
"Shh..." After walking halfway across the wall, a black shadow descended from the sky like a samurai sword. It was Yin Hun. At this moment, his entire right hand was shrouded in a black halo, and he could not see clearly. The surging power tore the air apart. At the same time, he also felt that the power overflowing in his body began to disappear rapidly, as if he was connected to a huge exhaust fan. What Old Zhao said was true!
But he couldn't care about so many things at the moment. He had only one target, Zhang Xiuting!
At this time, Zhang Xiuting also put away her contemptuous look and looked at the man who was slowly approaching with a serious gaze.
“Roar!” Yin Hun was furious.
"Hehehe..." Zhang Xiuting stretched out her pale arms.
"Puchi..." The high-frequency vibrating demon-sealing gloves broke the combined structure of Zhang Xiuting's body in an instant, as if a complete structure was destroyed in one blow, and the entire soul body actually made a shattering sound from the inside out.
Unable to withstand the power of the Demon-Sealing Gloves, Zhang Xiuting twisted on the spot for a while, and then slowly melted.
No! It can't be said to be melting, it's more reasonable to say it's splitting ! She used a pair of pale hands to push aside her hair that dragged to her heels, and suddenly opened her big mouth that was as red as rouge. At this time, it was already a stretch to call it a mouth. Whose mouth could occupy 80% of the face? To the surprise of the two people, the bottom of the big red mouth was pulled directly to the roots of the ears, and the top was torn to the position of the forehead.
At the same time, Zhang Xiuting disappeared from the spot, and was replaced by dense white ghosts.
Seeing this scene, Old Zhao's face changed: "Quick! Charge forward. If we don't kill Zhang Xiuting now, we will never have another chance in the future!" After that, he grabbed Yin Hun's Golden Money Sword regardless of everything, and three sword flowers appeared with the flick of his wrist. A red light flashed, and he immediately sent the three ghosts in front of him back to their hometown.
"Okay!" Yin Hun smiled with relief, then rushed forward side by side with Lao Zhao, even though the road ahead was hell!
"Hahahaha..." Countless laughter spread, making people's spines cold. Yin Hui and Lao Zhaotou also slowed down their progress. Behind them were countless pools of black mucus, which were the only corpses left by the "servants". In front of them, there were more ghosts waving their arms and crawling over with a hideous grin.
Yin Hui didn't know how many steps were left to go, nor how many ghosts would appear in front of him. He only knew that he couldn't turn back now. Behind him, the corridor was full of ghosts crawling up. The only thing he could do was to move forward desperately until he got out of this hellish nightmare. If he didn't want to die, then he had to rush forward desperately!
The seventh breath, this is the end of the corridor, there stands a young woman, her face looks distorted and terrifying, covered with cracks like broken porcelain pieces, and her whole body is twisted into a pretzel shape, which is terrifying.
"That's her!"
When Yin Hun was about to move forward, dozens of ghosts appeared in front of Zhang Xiuting and blocked her way. Yin Hun was startled by a surprised cry. It was from Lao Zhaotou. It was not for any reason, but because among these souls, there were actually ghosts of Qian Fang, Sun Faxue, Ma Gobi, Zhou Haiqing, and security guard Lao Zhang. Just as he was hesitating, a strange thing happened. Qian Fang's ghosts did not rush towards Yin Hun like other ghosts, but instead bypassed Yin Hun and blocked the dozens of ghosts in front of him. Faintly, Yin Hun seemed to see that when Qian Fang left, his head nodded slightly!
"Okay...brothers, then, I will avenge you." Yin Hun had an urge to burst into tears. Who said that ghosts have no humanity? Who said that they were brothers in life, but no longer brothers after death?
At this point, there was no other ghost in front of him, only a life-sized soul body - Zhang Xiuting. Seeing the success of the plan, Old Zhao, who was not far away, was very excited. He smiled and raised his thumb, and the meaning was self-evident.
Yin Hui nodded at him, then raised all his spiritual power to his right arm. On the magic-sealing glove, black particles hovered, collided, and swam along the looping track. Everything seemed to be as natural as flowing clouds and water. Yin Hui raised his hand, leaped forward, and pressed the magic-sealing glove forged from outer space hard on Zhang Xiuting's forehead...
The huge shock wave shook the furnishings in the entire corridor, and countless spirits bound by Zhang Xiuting turned into green fireflies and flew towards the sky. What awaited them was a new life and a new beginning. In the hall, the lights came on again. It was very quiet and warm. If it weren't for the broken glass on the ground, no one would know that a thrilling battle had taken place before.
Looking at his unconscious right hand, Yin Hui breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards Tang Yan.
