The candles in the abandoned house were burning in the corner, and the candlelight flickered, reflecting the shadow on the wall, flickering. When Dean stopped the car and rushed into the room, Sam was slowly opening his eyes, his eyelashes trembling, looking at the ceiling blankly, and moving his fingers, as if he had not yet recovered from the coldness of death.
"Sam!" Dean He rushed over and hugged Sam tightly, so hard that he almost rubbed him into his arms, as if he wanted to embed him into his own bones and blood, "You are back... Thank God, you are back..."
Sam was out of breath from being hugged. He patted Dean's back and said in a weak voice, "Brother, you are going to strangle me." He sat up and touched his back. There was a faint scar there, exactly where Jake was pierced. There was a coolness around the scar, like a mark of death. "I remember... I was stabbed. I am dead, right?"
Dean's body stiffened for a moment. He let go of Sam and pretended to smile calmly, but his eyes did not dare to meet Sam's. He moved away in a panic. "Why die? Haorui saved you with herbs and rituals. You are lucky and lucky, so you won't die that easily."
Bai Haorui walked into the room, holding a jar of ointment made from mugwort, cinnabar and rice wine. He walked to Sam, lifted up his clothes, and looked at the scar on his back. There was a faint black air around the scar, which was the residual Yin energy of death and the devil in his body. Signs of blood awakening. "Yin Qi remains, rub it with mugwort ointment, it can relieve it." While applying the ointment, he secretly swept Five Emperor Coins over Sam's body - the copper coin was instantly filled with a faint black air, thicker than ever before, so thick that it seemed like it was about to drip.
Sam looked at Bai Haorui's eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart. He remembered the coldness of death, the weightless feeling of the soul floating away from the body, and the boundless darkness, which could not be saved by herbs and rituals. But when he looked at Dean's red eyes and Bai Haorui's evasive eyes, he did not ask any more questions. He knew that now was not the time to talk about this.
In the yard of Bobby's house, the sunshine was just right, dispelling a bit of the haze that had lasted for days. Dean and Sam were sitting on the steps, watching Bobby wipe the shotgun, and the sound of metal friction could be heard. The sound echoed in the yard, crisp and sweet. Bai Haorui squatted on the ground, spread out Wyoming's map, holding the safe key sent by Ellen in his hand, and traced the criss-crossing railway lines on the map with his fingertips, frowning.
Ellen came here after a long journey, her denim jacket stained with mud and burn marks, her face full of exhaustion, and her eyes still filled with lingering sadness. She took out a soaked map from her bag and threw it on the table. On the bed, his voice was hoarse. "Roadhouse was razed to the ground, Ash is dead. This is what he hid in the safe, and the center of the mark is Cowboy Cemetery."
Bobby took the map, carefully unfolded it, and spread it on the table. He pointed at the criss-crossing railway network above, his brows knitted into a knot. "These railways are connected to form a five-pointed star. Devil's Trap was built by Samuel·Colt, using tempered holy iron, which can deter demons and prevent them from approaching the center."
Bai Haorui leaned over and pointed his finger at Cowboy Cemetery on the map. His fingertips were so hard that they almost pierced the paper. His eyes were solemn. "This is the intersection of earth veins. The Yin Qi is the strongest, and it is also the final anchor point of Yellow Eyes. Hell's Gate is hidden underground. Only the blood of Special Children can It can activate the mechanism and open the door." He paused, looked at everyone, and said in a certain tone, "Jake is the last living Special Children except Sam. Azazel wants to use him to open Hell's Gate and release Hell's demon army."
Sam looked at the map, his face serious, his fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white. "We must stop him. Once Hell's Gate is opened, countless demons will flood into the world, and then it will be the end of the world."
Dean clenched his fists, his eyes full of anger, and the anger almost burst out. "Not only must he stop him, but he must also kill Azazel to avenge his parents! Avenge all the people he killed!"
That night, Bobby stopped Dean in the yard. The moonlight shone on the two of them, drawing long shadows, like two silent tombstones. Bobby's eyes were as sharp as knives, piercing Dean's heart, seeing through all his disguises. "You made a deal with the devil, right?"
Dean's body froze, and his back tensed instantly, as if someone had stabbed the most secret wound. He was silent for a long time, so long that Bobby thought he would not answer, so he nodded slowly. "Yes."
Bobby sighed, his voice full of helplessness. He patted Dean's shoulder with a moderate force. "We will find a way to break it, believe me. I will look through all the ancient books and I will definitely find a way to break the devil's contract."
Dean looked into Bobby's eyes and smiled. The smile was full of bitterness, as if he had swallowed coptis. He knew that the method to break the devil's contract was even more difficult than killing a Yellow-Eyed Demon, as difficult as climbing to the sky.
In the shadow by the window, Bai Haorui looked at their backs, feeling heavy in his heart. The system had been completely silent for a long time. The soul body that protected him had reached its limit, and there was no way left to help him improve his strength. After all, the training notes left by his grandfather were incomplete, and those only words Fianyu's breathing techniques and spells could only allow him to deal with some low-level demons. They were unable to fight against the demons, angels, and various mythical creatures that would become stronger and stronger in the future, not to mention the "screenwriter" behind the scenes. He could only give it a try and work hard to cultivate these days. The purpose of refining and restraining his mind was not only to kill Yellow Eyes, but also to intimidate the being hiding behind the scenes so that he would not dare to touch him easily. He touched his chest, where there was a talisman drawn with his own essence and blood, and the talisman paper was warmed by his body temperature., these days of hard training, day and night Returning Light Breath Regulation Method, the tempering of the strong body, the meditation of concentrating the mind, are all for this moment, in order to be able to resist death, in order to set off a shocking storm under the eyes of the great screenwriter.
Bobby's research room has bookshelves filled with yellowed ancient books and manuscripts, and the air is filled with the smell of moldy paper and the faint scent of ink. Several people are sitting around the table, the lights are dim, reflecting their solemn faces, and the shadows are stretched very long.
Bobby pulled out a diary with a cowhide cover. On it were the handwriting of Samuel·Colt, which was scrawled but powerful, with a wildness that belonged to that era. "Each vertex of the pentagram originally contained the silver of the True Cross. Later, in order to conceal it, it was simplified into a railway trap, using special steel soaked in holy water, which can suppress the power of demons and prevent them from getting close to Hell's Gate." He pointed to Cowboy Cemetery in the center of the map with a serious look in his eyes, "There is a door Hell's Gate underground under Cowboy Cemetery, it is Colt built it with his own hands to seal the Hell demon. The demon cannot pass through the steel trap, so Special Children is needed to open the door - their blood can neutralize the power of the holy iron."
Sam added, his fingertips passed over a line of small words on the diary, which was almost blurred by the ink and could not be seen clearly. "Colt gun is the key to open the door. The bullets in the gun are made of fallen holy stones, seven in total. The last bullet can kill any living thing., including angels, including Azazel." He looked at Dean and said firmly, "We must get Colt gun before Jake opens the door to stop Azazel's conspiracy."
Sam looked at the diary and suddenly remembered something. He raised his head suddenly, a light of sudden realization flashed in his eyes. "Jake is the last Special Children. The others are dead, and they died there." Azazel cultivated Special Children, not to choose a leader, but to choose the key! He made them kill each other just to choose the strongest one to open Hell's Gate!"
Dean clenched his fists, anger burning in his chest, burning all his internal organs. He stood up, grabbed the shotgun on the table, the gun body was cold, and his eyes were as determined as if we were going to die together. "This bastard! I must kill him! Let's go Cowboy Cemetery and stop him now!"
Bobby grabbed him, shook his head, and said in a calm tone, "Don't worry. Devil's Trap's power is still there, we can ambush. When Jake arrives, subdue him first, and then kill Azazel. We can't get any benefits from a head-on confrontation."
Bai Haorui nodded, and he took out cinnabar, glutinous rice and ink thread from his bag. These things were carefully wrapped in a red cloth bag. They were specially prepared by him. "I laid Demon-Breaking Formation, which can temporarily suppress the power of demons and weaken their abilities. Ellen and Sam is responsible for containing Jake, and you and Bobby are responsible for dealing with Azazel." His palms were sweating slightly, not because of nervousness, but because of excitement and anticipation. He thought silently in his heart, it's almost that time, and he will be able to give that person a "surprise" soon.
The four of them looked at the map with firm eyes, like four flaming lights. A decisive battle was about to begin.
In Wyoming's Cowboy Cemetery, there are many tombstones, standing crookedly in the grass about half a man high. The writing on the tombstones is blurred and has been eroded by wind and rain, leaving only traces. Railways surround it. The cemetery formed the outline of a huge five-pointed star, glowing with cold light in the night. The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the entire cemetery was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. The wind passed through the tombstones, making a whining sound, like a ghost crying or the wail of a dead soul.
Dean, Sam, Bobby, Ellen, Bai Haorui lurked behind the tombstones, holding weapons in their hands, holding their breath, and even their heartbeats slowed down. Bai Haorui squatted on the ground and used cinnabar lines to lay Demon-Breaking Formation around the cemetery. The red lines flashed on the ground. There was a strange red light, like streaks of flowing blood. He carefully scattered glutinous rice in front of the tombstone to form a line of defense. He buried Five Emperor Coins at the center of the formation, covered it with soil, and blended in with the surrounding environment. There was sweat on his forehead, not because of nervousness, but because he was adjusting his breathing and mind. According to the method in the notes, he settled his true breath into his Dantian, suppressed all distracting thoughts, and made final preparations.
The sound of a car engine came from the distance, getting closer and closer, breaking the dead silence of the cemetery. Jake drove over, holding Colt gun in his hand, the gun body glowing with cold light, his expression stern and expressionless, walking towards the mausoleum in the center of the cemetery step by step, his steps heavy.
When he saw Sam behind the tombstone, his pupils shrank suddenly, his face was full of shock, as if he had seen a ghost, and he blurted out. "You are dead! I clearly cut off your spinal cord! How can you still be alive!"
Sam stood up, his eyes were cold, without any warmth, like a piece of ice. He looked at Jake, his tone full of sarcasm, with a hint of imperceptible pain. "Then tell me, after you killed me, did Yellow Eyes let your family go? Did he keep his promise?"
Jake smiled bitterly, his smile full of despair and self-mockery, "Keep? The devil's promise is always a lie." He suddenly raised his hand, his eyes glowed with a strange red light, and activated his mind control ability.
Ellen instantly stiffened and his eyes became empty. He turned the gun in his hand and pointed it at his temple. He put his finger on the trigger and applied a slight force. "Put down the weapon, or she will die." Jake's voice was threatening, with a trace of madness that could break a pot.
Bobby and Dean did not dare to act rashly. They looked at Ellen with anxious eyes, but they did not dare to step forward rashly, for fear that Jake would pull the trigger if he got excited.
At this moment, Bai Haorui moved. He swung out the ink fountain thread, and the golden thread wrapped around Ellen's wrist like lightning. The force was just right, not only not hurting her, but also restraining her. Stop her movements. "Keep your mind calm, and keep away evil spirits! The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the root of all things!" Heart-Clearing Mantra blurted out, with a clear voice that penetrated the gloom of the cemetery, with a sense of Daoist awe-inspiring righteousness.
Ellen trembled all over and her eyes regained clarity. She broke away from the ink brush and rolled behind the tombstone. She gasped for air and touched her temples with lingering fear.
Sam caught the moment when Jake was distracted, rushed forward, and hit Jake hard on the face with his fist. The two struggled together, rolling in the grass, and their fists and feet landed on each other, making a dull sound. The power of Jake It was very big. After all, it was Special Children. Sam was beaten back and forth, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and his chin was stained red. Dean took the opportunity to rush over and punched Jake in the face, knocking him to the ground. The sound of broken nose bones could be clearly heard.
Jake struggled to push the two people away. He staggered to his feet, his face covered with blood and his eyes crazy. He rushed towards the mausoleum regardless, holding Colt gun in his hand tightly. Sam He got up from the ground, picked up a dropped pistol, and fired several shots at Jake's back without hesitation. The bullet penetrated Jake's body, blood spattered on the tombstone, dyed the grass red, and strange flowers bloomed.
Jake staggered and turned around, looking at Sam with a hint of relief in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but only spit out a mouthful of blood, and blood foam splashed in the air. Finally, he fell to the ground, completely breathless, and Colt gun in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Bai Haorui looked at Sam's movements and frowned. In Sam's eyes, there was no hesitation, no trace of pity, only cold killing intent. That was not what he recognized. The gentle and soft-hearted Sam that I met was a sign of the awakening of the devil's blood, the beginning of darkness, and the fate of Sam in the "script" written by the great screenwriter behind the scenes.
Just as Sam killed Jake, the rotation lock of the tomb that was doused with Jake's blood suddenly turned automatically, making a clicking sound, like a rusty gear turning. With a loud noise, the stone door slowly opened, a black light shot straight into the sky, and black smoke poured out from inside, accompanied by a harsh sound. The screams were the wails of the dead and the cheers of demons. Countless demons rushed out from Hell's Gate, baring their teeth and claws, their eyes glowing red, roaring and rushing towards everyone. The rails were forcibly bent, making a harsh sound of metal breaking. The pentagram trap was completely ineffective. The power of the holy iron was neutralized by the blood of Jake, and the demons could no longer be suppressed.
The figure of Azazel appeared in the thick smoke. He opened his arms as if embracing the whole world, and laughed wildly in victory. The voice resounded throughout the cemetery. "Hell's army is finally free! The human world will soon become Hell!"
Azazel raised his hand and waved, and an invisible force came instantly, carrying the pressure of the devil. Dean, who was rushing towards him, was nailed to the tombstone, with severe pain in his chest, as if being grasped by an invisible hand, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he stared at it intently Azazel, his eyes were full of hatred, and the hatred almost wanted to devour him. Sam was nailed to the oak tree next to him, unable to move. He struggled and roared, the red light in his eyes flashed, and the demon blood was stirring in his body, as if he was about to burst out of his body.
Azazel slowly walked up to the two of them. He looked at Dean with a sarcastic smile, "Is it worth it for you to sell your soul for him and only get one year of life? Dean·Winchester, you are such a fool, a fool trapped by family love."
Dean gritted his teeth, and his voice came out from between his teeth with blood foam. "I will kill you! I must kill you!"
Azazel chuckled, and turned to Sam, his eyes full of confusion, like a poisonous snake luring its prey. "Do you really think you will still be 100% pure after resurrection? The taste of death will change a person.." He paused, moved closer to Sam, and said in a low voice, with a hint of pride, "The demon blood in your body is awakening. Soon, you will become an existence like me, you will have powerful power, and you will stand on the top of the world."
At this moment, Bai Haorui moved.
He took a deep breath, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and operated Returning Light Breath Regulation Method to the extreme. The true breath flowed continuously throughout his body. These days of hard training, the breathing method day and night, the tempering of the physical body, and the meditation of concentrating the mind, at this moment, all Condensation. His hand made a secret, and his fingertips traced the divine talisman on his chest. The talisman condensed with essence and blood burned instantly, turning into a golden light and sinking into his eyebrows. The moment the talisman burned, a burning pain spread throughout his body, as if he was being burned by fire, but he held it tight.
"Disciple Bai Haorui, respectfully invite the Great God of Santan Haihui to come!"
The voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable determination that penetrated the screams of the devil, penetrated the howling of the wind, and resounded through the sky.
In an instant, the golden light shattered the body!
Dazzling golden light burst out from Bai Haorui's body, like a small sun, illuminating the entire cemetery. The light was so blazing and powerful that the demons did not dare to approach, and they screamed, retreated, and were struck by the golden light. Where the light burned, bursts of black smoke emerged. Bai Haorui's consciousness was briefly silenced by an unruly and overbearing divine power. His body was no longer under his control, and a powerful force filled his limbs and bones.
The Great God of Santan Haihui, Nezha, has arrived!
Bai Haorui The mahogany sword in his hand trembled and buzzed, purple flames rose up, and with a "buzz" sound, it turned into a purple flame snake spear Fire-Tipped Spear that was eight feet long. The flames at the tip of the spear rolled like a living python, and the cold mist shrouded. The sharp edge of the spear tip was enough to pierce the sky, with a domineering aura that looked down on the world.
The possessed Nezha had a wild look in his eyes, with an indifference that could see everything in the world. He looked at Azazel without a trace of ripples in his eyes, as if he was looking at an ant, an eyesore.
Azazel's smile froze on his face. He looked at the Fire-Tipped Spear and the dazzling golden light, his eyes full of fear, which came from the depths of his soul. He wanted to escape, but found that his body was imprisoned by an invisible force, unable to move, as if he was nailed in place.
Bai Haorui possessed by Nezha just raised the gun slightly and stabbed forward. The movement was light and gentle, just like waving away mosquitoes and flies, without any unnecessary fancy.
The moment Fire-Tipped Spear's tip touched Azazel's body, flames burst out!
The purple flame instantly devoured Azazel's body, and the screams stopped abruptly, without leaving even a trace of echo. Fire-Tipped Spear not only pierced his body, but also burned his evil soul, leaving not even a trace of his soul. In the end, Azazel only had a wisp of black smoke left, dissipated in the air, leaving not even a trace.
Yellow-Eyed Demon, die.
At the moment of possession, Bai Haorui's past memories of Supernatural's world flooded into Nezha's Divine Sense. From his confusion when he traveled through time, to his despair when he met Winchester Brothers, to the bits and pieces of demon hunting together, and then to the "God" behind the scenes.
Nezha glanced at these memory fragments, raised his eyebrows, and his unruly voice resounded directly through Bai Haorui's sea of consciousness, with unabashed sarcasm and a hint of the scorn of a great god in the heaven. "Tsk, what a garbage innate god."
Before he finished speaking, Bai Haorui's body was already overwhelmed. The meridians were about to burst, making creaking sounds, and the blood was surging like boiling, as if it was about to break through the skin, and the bones were almost disintegrating. The mortal body could not bear the power of Nezha's immortal god. Every moment longer would be fatal.
Nezha saw this and said no more. A golden light condensed from his fingertips and penetrated into Bai Haorui's eyebrows. The golden light was warm and powerful, repairing his damaged meridians. It was a secret cultivation method, called "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art".
The moment the golden light sank into the center of his eyebrows, Nezha's spiritual thoughts turned into a stream of light and pulled away. The dazzling golden light slowly dissipated, leaving only a faint warmth remaining in Bai Haorui's body.
Bai Haorui staggered back a few steps, his face was pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing on the ground, dyeing the cinnabar thread red. The system's prompt sounded, "The system energy has been exhausted. I wish the host will become enlightened soon! See you again!" Before he fell into coma, Bai Haorui's eyes were full of excitement - he succeeded, he did it.