In Zongman, the evil spirits are eliminated physically.

Chapter 38: The sorcerer.

Deep in the house, there was nothing unusual about Douma's magical fluctuations, and the other human's breath was also very peaceful. It seemed that they were communicating. Looking at the extremely weird room, Ouyang Jun decided to go and see the situation there first.

Since no one could see him and he had the ability to open locks at will, Ouyang Xuan was truly stealthy in this mansion, much better than some of the white guys and bald men. When Ouyang Xuan walked all the way to the door of the house, there was no group of people lying around behind him. He walked as if he was taking a walk home.

Walking to the door of the house, Ouyang Xuan was mentally prepared. There were a lot of souls crying and roaring, but no corpses or people. He thought there might be something like a soul flag in it. Based on the simple idea of doing justice for the heavens, Ouyang Xuan had to find this thing and destroy it.

But when he opened the door, Ouyang Xuan's expression changed slightly. There were no soul flags or magical instruments forged with powerful magic power, no piles of flesh and blood corpses, only a whole supermarket shelf of skulls. The white skulls, with empty holes, were looking at the door and at Ouyang Xuan. On each skull, there was a broken soul of a man or a woman attached to it, crying and roaring all day long.

"This is... a technique used by a Nanyang sorcerer."

Ouyang Xuan is a disciple of Tianshi Mansion. When he was young, he followed his brothers to go out and kill evil sects as a form of practice. When he grew up, Ouyang Xuan himself dealt with many people who practiced evil magic. There are many countries around the mainland. When he was in the southwest, Ouyang Xuan also met some practitioners from Siam and Southeast Asia. In addition to the orthodox ** Buddhism, Catholic doctrines, and the prophets of God, there is another group that cannot be ignored. It can even be said that they are the ones who established the image of Southeast Asian practitioners.

An evil cultivator known as a sorcerer.

Human heads, menstrual blood, skin, bones, organs, poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, all of them are their magic weapons. They raise ghosts and demons, pull out tendons and skin them. They have the evil sects and techniques that other countries have, and they also have techniques that other countries' evil sects don't have. Therefore, the entire inner world of East Asia has only one standard for treating this group of people: if you meet them in the toilet, press them into the toilet and drown them. If you meet them on the street, hack them to death on the street. In short, kill them!

A piece of territory on the mainland used to be an important source of customers for this group of sorcerers. Since the vigorous rectification thirty years ago, these people have basically been kicked out of the mainland, and those who have not left can no longer leave. Other countries also took physical action against them after the new millennium. When Ouyang Xuan became a disciple of the Tianshi Mansion and practiced the so-called "acting on behalf of heaven", these sorcerers had almost disappeared. Ouyang Xuan had only seen a small Karami-level sorcerer in the southwest.

Like this, there is a whole row of skulls placed full of them, used for refining something or for storing materials. There is no doubt that they are evil cultivators, and they must be eradicated completely in the physical sense.

"What did he intend to do with these souls? Extract... emotions from them?"

Under the power of the sheep talisman, Ouyang Sun picked up a broken soul. When the soul was picked up by Ouyang Sun, it was shaking violently, as if it was in fear, or as if it was an instinctive reaction to the magic power in Ouyang Sun's body. These souls were already broken and had no reason left but instinct.

"With his body destroyed and his soul imprisoned, he became a demon and was used as material? Someone like that could have made it from the west to the east, carrying so many things with them. It seems the underworld of Osaka is almost as good as the east."

"Be free, and don't come to this place again in your next life."

Ouyang Xuan pointed his finger at the skull, and as he recited the spell, a soft white light covered the skull. Then the soul attached to it drifted away with the wind. The soul, which could no longer be distinguished as male or female, bowed to Ouyang Xuan in gratitude in the air.

"Before killing that evil cultivator, let's liberate all the souls here first. It won't take too much time."

If he were to chant the spell to send them away one by one, it would take a lot of time, which is extremely unwise when we are sneaking into the enemy's base and preparing for a surprise attack. Of course, this is referring to general circumstances and ordinary people. Ouyang Xuan does not need to chant the spell one by one. He knows the Tongtian Talisman, and he can use the power of the Tongtian Talisman to save these miserable souls at the same time.

Ouyang Xuan was about to cast a spell when a vase hiding in the corner suddenly moved. After falling down, the vase rolled and rolled until it landed at Ouyang Xuan's feet. It was a plain pure white vase. It did not look like a handicraft produced on an industrial assembly line because its surface was very rough. Industrial production was not so bad.

Originally, Ouyang Xuan wanted to deal with him after completing the salvation, but he didn't expect that he would roll to his feet. He didn't know how many lives he had left.

As soon as he entered the door, Ouyang Jun saw the vase in the corner. The shape of the vase was exactly the same as the one in Gancheng Guanghui Amusement Park. It was obvious that they were made by the same person. He also knew what the other one was used for, because of the strange magic power that kept overflowing from it. Ouyang Jun just didn't think he was very strong, so he ignored him for the time being.

As if he didn't notice anything wrong with the vase, Ouyang Jun squatted down and picked up the vase. The inside of the vase seemed to be painted with a layer of black paint. It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen from the outside looking in, as if it had not been unlocked or loaded.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you. This is not referring to Ouyang Xuan, but to Yu Hu who is hiding in the vase and preparing to attack Ouyang Xuan.

Hahaha, this Onmyoji who broke in is also a fool. Watch me kill him with a sneak attack.

Seeing Ouyang Xuan pick up the vase foolishly and stretch his neck to see what's inside the vase, Yu Hu laughed wildly, thinking that the Onmyoji from the East was not much smarter than those from the West. Before he turned into a ghost, he was just a snake demon from the West who could kill so many Onmyoji. Now that he has become a ghost, his abilities have been enhanced. Wouldn't it be easier to kill an Onmyoji from the East?

In Yu Hu's conception, Ouyang Xuan, the Yin-Yang master from the East, would have his head crushed easily by him, and then he could use Ouyang Xuan's body to play with, thinking of sewing some fish head onto Ouyang Xuan's body.

"Didn't your father teach you that excessive curiosity can kill the cat?"

Yu Hu's arm, covered with scales, rushed out from the mouth of the vase, with his five fingers bent to form claws. The speed was so fast that most of his arm had already rushed out of the vase before the sound was heard belatedly. Although Yu Hu could summon fish monsters to kill people, and this was also his main means of attack, he now felt that it would be more interesting and fun to kill Ouyang Sun personally.

With sharp nails and hard fingers, Yu Hu's palms are as sharp as knives. In previous battles, he would launch sneak attacks from time to time, disemboweling and killing the Onmyoji or Demon Slayer Corps members who came to attack him. As Yu Hu has honed his fingers and palms to the size of diamonds, he is very confident in his attack.

Until his finger stopped when it was one centimeter away from Ouyang Xuan's eyes. It was not that Yuhu stopped his finger himself, but that the finger was like hitting a wall. The hard diamond and sharp knife were destined to break and collapse the moment they hit the Great Wall. The front part of Yuhu's finger bent and broke, and the finger bones protruded from the broken surface, which shows how strong Yuhu was.

"I haven't bothered you yet, but you've already brought yourself to my door. This place is not suitable for fighting. It doesn't matter how you die or how I beat you, but these suffering souls shouldn't endure too much pain. There's more space outside, let's go out and fight."

Under the protection of the Golden Light Curse, Ouyang Jun's tone was very calm, as if what was in front of him was not an arm attacking him, but a weak and cute bull snake.

Alarm bells rang in his heart. Yu Hu felt as if he had fallen over. He was about to pull his arm back, but found that his arm had already escaped his control. Ouyang Xuan's hand seemed to be holding Yu Hu's wrist without much force, but it was stronger than a hydraulic clamp. No matter how Yu Hu struggled, he could not get his arm back from Ouyang Xuan's hand even a nanometer in size.

"Come out."

Ouyang Xuan's voice and words were understated, but Yu Hu felt helpless as if he was facing a Tyrannosaurus. Ouyang Xuan pulled Yu Hu's arm and pulled him out of the vase. He had a mouth on his eyes, and eyes on his forehead and mouth. Even among monsters and ghosts, Yu Hu was considered extremely ugly. His strong inverted triangle upper limbs shrank rapidly and turned into a green tail.

The Bull Talisman gives a terrifyingly powerful force, the Rabbit Talisman makes the punch as fast as lightning, and the Golden Light Talisman covers the punch with an indestructible shell. Powerful attacks often appear particularly simple and unpretentious. This punch combines Ouyang Falcon's own abilities and techniques, and also uses Honghong's exorcism skills.

A punch hit Yu Hu's belly, and the whole belly bent down like a shrimp, with such a large amplitude that it seemed as if the spine had been broken. The two mouths at the position of the eyes were not decorations. When they were really opened, two large balls of blood mist spurted out from them. It was not only a physical punch, but Ouyang Xuan's powerful magic power was also knocked into Yu Hu's body with this punch, and that magic power was rampaging inside Yu Hu's body.

"Sorry, I forgot to let go. That punch just now should have knocked you away."

"You-ah!"

Because they didn't fight like this often, Ouyang Sun forgot to let go of his hand when he swung his punch, and did not let Yu Hu fly out and hit the yard. But it didn't matter. Before Yu Hu opened his mouth and uttered the first swear word, Ouyang Sun punched him again, and this time he flew out directly.

Yuhu smashed the door. His snake-like lower body was too long, and not only did he smash the door, he even broke a wooden pillar. He fell in the yard like a piece of garbage, and struggled to hold up his body. His enhanced recovery ability after becoming a ghost was rapidly repairing Yuhu's body.

So strong, so strong, so strong! No, I've seen the Onmyoji from the East. There's no way the Onmyoji from the East could have this kind of strength. Even that old woman Yakumo from the West doesn't have such a strong punch. That punch just now shattered half of my internal organs. If I hadn't gotten Muzan-sama's blood and turned into a demon, I would have definitely died just now!

"That's it, that's it."

Holding the vase hidden in the jade pot in his hand, Ouyang Xuan also walked into the yard.

"This vase can specifically hide the stench of ghosts on you. I originally thought you were just an ordinary monster. I had to tell Kotoko about it after killing you, but now I don't have to. It saves me some time."

"Give that back to me! That's my proudest creation! It's a true work of art!"

Seeing his precious vase being tossed around like a toy in Ouyang Xuan's hands, Yu Hu was so anxious that he even forgot to run away.

"You did it?"

Ouyang Xuan looked suspiciously at the jade pot lying on the ground like a dead dog, waiting to be repaired. "It bears traces of Quan Xing's weapon-refining technique. The demonic power you possess reeks of awful wretchness. You've never practiced such a technique. Did you steal someone else's artwork and pass it off as your own? Are you British?"

"You fart!"

Yuhu shouted angrily. He would not allow anyone to question his artistic ability, and he could not accept others calling him an art thief.

"This is a pot I made using the ashes of hundreds of human babies, after thirty experiments. It's truly a Zen-like and tranquil pot! And you actually called me an imposter?! Unforgivable! Unforgivable! You damned Easterners, you don't know how to appreciate a work of art!"

Ouyang Xuan looked at the mad dog-like jade pot coldly. When he heard that the pot in his hand was obtained by killing hundreds of children, the murderous intent in Ouyang Xuan's eyes became stronger. A cultivator should be pure-hearted and not get angry or irritated, but how can doing justice for the heavens be considered as getting angry or irritated? I can drag you in front of the Three Pure Ones and chop you into dumpling filling, and that's fine.

"Then why are there traces of spells on it that you can't do?"

"It's just that group of damn mainlanders from the mainland, that damn Quan Xing, who took my pot to refine it and added some bullshit magic on it. Ahhh! My originally beautiful and exquisite work, every line that seemed to be created by heaven and earth, was ruined by those damn mainlanders! Ahhh! That exquisite texture, even if it's just a little more or less, is no longer in its utmost perfection! I hate it! I hate those mainlanders who ruined my most perfect work!"

"Do you understand!? That kind of pain!"

"don't know."

Yuhu scratched his face with his hands. The wounds left by Ouyang Xuan had not yet fully recovered, but Yuhu scratched his face with bloody wounds. Just thinking about how his perfect vase was taken away by Quan Xing to be refined, and he returned a vase that was so bad that you couldn't see the difference without a microscope, Yuhu collapsed. He almost went to fight Quan Xing to the death, but unfortunately he was suppressed by Wuzan, otherwise he would not be here.

Clang, a crisp sound echoed in the extremely quiet courtyard after the idlers were dispersed. Yu Hu looked at the broken vase at Ouyang Sun's feet in shock, as if he saw Godzilla riding Antonla with Dongbula recording the video on the side.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

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Chapter 39 These are my dearest friends and relatives.

Yu Hu was scratching his head and talking in front of him. Ouyang Xuan had no intention of listening to the weapon refiner Quan Xing's destruction of his precious and perfect work of art vase. He threw the vase up, and with a crisp clang, Yu Hu's vase turned into pieces on the ground in front of him.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The jade pot made a sharp explosion.

"My pot! The most perfect pot I have ever made in my life! Do you know what you are doing? You destroyed the most perfect work of art in the world, the most perfect pot! You damned Easterner! I will grind you into powder and use your ashes to make my new pot. Die! Die! Die!"

As Yuhu let out a sharp and miserable scream, his blood demon magic was finally fully activated. One by one, or rather, fish with limbs emerged, with an ugly pot on their foreheads. Accompanied by Yuhu's miserable scream, all of them rushed towards Ouyang Sun.

"First of all, according to the definition of porcelain, that thing is a vase, not a pot."

"Secondly, I'm from mainland China."

A machine gun, a machine gun that Takina immediately called familiar appeared in Ouyang Jun's hands. Facing a dozen fish-headed monsters that were shouting and rushing towards him, Ouyang Jun just pulled the bolt calmly. After making sure that the bullets were fed smoothly and there were enough bullets, Ouyang Jun directly pulled the trigger.

These fish-headed monsters were just a group of puppets made with blood magic. They had no souls and no consciousness. The mad Yu Hu was unable to control these runaway fish heads, so these fish-headed monsters crashed straight into a wall of death. Ouyang Sun pulled the trigger and a rain of deadly steel rained down. The machine gun in reality was not like the one in the game. It was just a boring weapon with more bullets.

Sufficient ammunition belts bring sufficient firepower. Ouyang Xuan does not need to worry about the consumption of bullets. He just needs to pull the trigger. After the bodies of these fish-headed monsters are broken, they can still quickly repair themselves, just like the jade pot. However, at the same time, Ouyang Xuan also noticed the weaknesses of these fish-headed monsters. Although their bodies broken by bullets can be repaired, as long as the ugly pots on their heads are smashed, they can be killed.

After finding the weaknesses of Yu Hu and other fish-headed monsters, coupled with powerful firepower, all the fish-headed monsters summoned by Yu Hu were killed in less than half a minute. When Ouyang Sun released the finger that was pulling the trigger, Yu Hu, who was hiding behind the fish-headed monster, disappeared. The collapsed and roaring look just now was pretended to confuse Ouyang Sun.

"This is my attack path! Didn't you expect that? East man!"

[Blood Demon Formation Kills Fish Scales]

Yu Hu launched his own move, and relying on the powerful jumping ability and movement speed brought by this move, he flashed into the air.

"Don't you know? You shouldn't make too much noise when launching a sneak attack."

"So what? You can't hide anymore!"

While Yu Hu was shouting, he had already rushed to Ouyang Falcon. The claws that were broken by Ouyang Falcon's golden light spell were swung towards Ouyang Falcon again. Facing Yu Hu who had already rushed to him, Ouyang Falcon's counterattack was even faster because he had the power of the rabbit talisman.

The machine gun in his hand was used as a weapon to block Yu Hu's claws. Then his eyes turned golden, and two laser lasers burst out from Ouyang Sun's eyes, directly blowing up half of Yu Hu's head who was still shouting in the previous second.

"That's it?"

When Ouyang Jun was wondering why this guy was so weak and dared to rush towards him after being punched by him, at the same time when Ouyang Jun was confused, he felt that the touch of the hard steel in his hand suddenly changed and turned into a wet, sticky and slippery thing.

The machine gun in Ouyang Xuan's hand that killed all the fish-headed monsters in Yuhu suddenly fell apart and turned into dozens of madly wriggling small fish. These small fish were out of water and could not breathe. Except for a few held in Ouyang Xuan's palm, the others all fell to the ground.

"Did he do it? Did he just activate a spell? A spell that turns other things into fish?"

Ouyang Xuan, who had rich combat experience, guessed who did it at the first moment.

"You got caught because you were careless! Die! East Sider!"

Yu Hu, whose head was blown off by Ouyang Xuan's laser eyes and fell to the ground like a dead fish, suddenly jumped up and grabbed Ouyang Xuan's legs with his claws that could break stones and cut gold.

Ghosts will die if their heads are chopped off by weapons powered by the power of the sun. This is a weakness determined by their race. Even Yu Hu, who was a monster before becoming a ghost, cannot avoid it. But this time, it is the neck that is to be chopped off, but Ouyang Sun only blew up his head and did not cut off his neck.

Yu Hu was gambling. He bet that Ouyang Xuan had never fought a ghost before and didn't know that to kill a ghost completely, the entire head had to be blown up or the neck had to be chopped off. As long as Ouyang Xuan relaxed and lifted the golden light spell covering his whole body, Yu Hu would find an opportunity to use his divine hand to turn Ouyang Xuan into a fish and kill him.

"what are you doing?"

Ouyang Sun looked down at Yu Hu's moving body and his rapidly recovering head.

"Do you think I'm the kind of rookie who would disarm my defenses before I'm sure the enemy is completely dead?"

"You...you've fought a ghost?"

This was the only possibility Yu Hu could think of. After all, anyone who blew the enemy's head off in battle would think that he had killed the enemy.

"Did you not read any information before coming to Tokyo?"

"I have killed several demons before you. Of course you will be the next one, and the one called Douma will be the next one too."

At this moment, Yuhu wanted to activate his blood ghost magic formation again to kill Yulin and escape, but Ouyang Xuan was much faster than him. He raised his foot and stepped down. Yuhu felt as if a mountain was pressing on his back. His mouth, which had just been repaired, vomited blood all over the ground with a wow sound. The eyes on his forehead and mouth popped out. Yuhu's body was sunk three or four centimeters into the ground by Ouyang Xuan's kick.

"I'm not interested in giving you time to leave a last word. After you die, ghosts like you won't enter reincarnation. You won't enter the six realms or the three worlds."

"Baby...scatter."

Yu Hu wanted to speak, but Ouyang Xuan's foot, which was like a mountain, stepped on his back, squeezing out every bit of air from his lungs. Yu Hu opened his mouth but could only spit out blood, and could not utter a single word.

No! I can't die yet! I still have so many collections to collect! I still have so many pots to make! I still have so many tricks to use. Pots, yes! How could I forget? I have ambushed so many pots in this yard in advance. As long as I activate these pots, I can escape!

After just ten minutes of fighting, Yuhu's courage had been completely shattered by Ouyang Xuan. He felt that the man in front of him was not a human being at all, but a god, Bishamonten and Acala. There was such a terrifying person in the east. If he could choose again, he would rather be beaten to death than listen to Douma and follow him to the east to play. Although he got a lot of materials to make "artworks", if he died, then all the things would be useless.

"Turtle... This is it. Yin..."

With the weight of a mountain pressing on his back, even breathing became difficult, but in order to survive, Yu Hu also burst out with powerful power.

But except for a few kinds of blood demon magic such as the formation to kill fish scales, all other kinds of blood demon magic can only be used with the help of a pot or a vase. Usually, other pots are hidden in the pot where the jade pot rests. But now it is no longer possible, because the pot has been smashed by Ouyang Sun. Fortunately, the jade pot has placed the pot containing blood demon magic around the yard in advance, and it can be activated as long as it is activated.

Yuhu has many skills, including the Thousand Needle Fish Killer that summons goldfish to spit poisonous needles, the Water Hell Bowl that sprays mucus to trap and suffocate the enemy, the Octopus Hell that summons tentacles to assist in attacking the enemy, the Ten Thousand Slippery Fish that summons ten thousand carnivorous and biting fish to attack the enemy, and the God's Hand that turns Ouyang Falcon's machine gun into a pile of fish.

There are many kinds of skills, both long-range and melee, both group and single attacks, offense and defense, numerical skills and mechanical skills. If Yu Hu had not encountered Ouyang Xuan, and had not been careless and attacked by Ouyang Xuan, Yu Hu would have been a very tricky and powerful enemy. Unfortunately, no matter how much money he spent or how powerful his skills were, it would be useless if he encountered a bug.

"Are you planning to use your hidden trick? I was hoping you could hand over your kin hiding in this stronghold."

Seeing that Yu Hu was controlled by him, but he did not call for help but used those tricks that Ouyang Xuan had known for a long time, Ouyang Xuan was a little disappointed. If he could call out all the enemies hiding here at once, he would save a lot of trouble.

Ouyang Jun's most commonly used Glock pistol appeared in his hands. Because of the skill of Sexy Pistol, Ouyang Jun did not need to aim. He could rely on spells to control the bullets to hit the target at the speed and angle he liked. The only small flaw was that one Glock was not enough bullets, but it didn't matter, Ouyang Jun had two.

The bullet was fired from the barrel, which was instantly heated to hundreds or thousands of degrees by gunpowder. When the shell was ejected from the gun, it had already maintained a considerable temperature, like a bunch of red-hot stones, falling on the almost demented Yu Hu.

Those pots he hid in every corner were shattered by Ouyang Sun's precise hits as bullets. Even if he could use the blood vampire magic as a pot, the pot itself was just a fragile pot. A nine-millimeter bullet would shatter it, and there would be no situation where nothing happened after penetrating it.

All the blood demon arts could not be used in time before the pot was shattered by Ouyang Sun's bullet. Even if Yu Hu's blood demon arts only took one second to activate and use, the bullet would arrive faster.

In less than three seconds, Ouyang Sun emptied the magazine. Eighteen bullets were just enough to smash all the jade pots hidden in the yard. Not a single blood ghost magic was used, not even a head popped out.

"I guess you have no more tricks up your sleeve."

Ouyang Sun seemed to be doing just a trivial thing. He didn't change the magazine very quickly, but slowly. Others might do this to give the enemy some desperate waiting time at the last moment, but Ouyang Sun really just changed the magazine slowly.

Pulling the bolt, Ouyang Jun reloaded the gun and pointed the black muzzle at Yu Hu. Ouyang Jun's foot did not simply step on Yu Hu's body. There was a dark blue talisman on the sole of his shoe. The magic spell suppressed Yu Hu's magic power. The mountain-moving spell made Ouyang Jun's foot press down Yu Hu like a mountain. He was not Sun Wukong, who could not die even if he was suppressed for five hundred years. Even if Ouyang Jun did not shoot Yu Hu to death, he would be crushed to death little by little. That kind of death was more desperate, just like killing with a sister in his arms.

“No… No. No…”

Ouyang Xuan did not shoot, but just watched coldly as Yu Hu struggled bit by bit under his feet, his body sinking into the mud bit by bit. The weight of a mountain pressed down on Yu Hu. As his whole body sank into the mud, Yu Hu felt like he was placed in the groove of a hydraulic press, like a mobile phone being crushed bit by bit. As the limit was approached, all the parts inside his body fell out.