Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 323 It's not good to hit anyone, you hit Erlang God's dog
"Chen Daoyou, the poor monk feels that a vision will appear."

The sound of the Buddha spread, and in the forest at the foot of the mountain, the monk Zhenhai jumped onto the branch, held the tree trunk and held his seal to look in the direction when he came. In the sky, the sword light descended, and Chen Yuan hung his sword floating on the top of the tree cage, frowning slightly.

When the thunder rumbled across the sky, in his eyes, at the end of the distance, a ray of light dragged a golden flame straight into the sky.

A familiar feeling emerged from his heart spontaneously.

"Erlang... True Monarch?"

The whispered address surprised Chen Yuan himself. He had tried several times in the past, but he never let Erlang God come out. At that time, Yu Ren thought that he could see Yang Jian appearing holy, and it was Lei Zu Wenzhong who took it out.

This time, it appeared quietly, which was really unexpected.

Just wondering why God Erlang suddenly became holy, the golden light that fell into the clouds broke through the clouds and fell straight down, turning an arc and flying towards this side, sticking to the forest at the foot of the mountain, and the dense forest below was rolling up the air waves Separated from left to right, they flashed past Chen Yuan with a huge roar.

The interlacing in an instant, Chen Yuan, who is in the Nascent Soul Realm, can only vaguely see the blurred outline from the golden light, wearing a platinum robe and gold armor, holding a long soldier horizontally in his hand, and it is too late to see the rest. It disappeared in front of it.

"Chen Daoyou, which god is this?"

Monk Zhenhai has seen many outstanding people, he has also seen the Yin God summoned by Chen Yuan, and even the gods in the sky have seen two of them, this is obviously never seen before, and Chen Yuan did not cast a spell to invite the gods, so he came out on his own , which surprised him a little.

"This... god... may have this temperament, but if he comes here in person, then the old grandson and master will be fine."

Although I still don't understand why Erlangshen appeared suddenly, but since he came here, things became much easier, and Chen Yuan didn't feel so anxious.

As for whether the group of Western barbarians are dead or alive, it all depends on Erlang Shen's happiness and anger.

"Let's go, let's keep up, maybe the little master won't be able to fight."

In the words, Chen Yuan raised the Moon Misty Sword again and flew in the direction. In the winding and undulating mountains, the burly bald barbarian stood in front of the wooden frame, looking suspiciously at the silent madman. Old man, it is strange why there is no blood flowing out when a person dies.

"Could it be that the sacrificial artifacts are old?"

He stretched out his hand to poke the handle of the dagger, and suddenly grabbed it and pulled it out. The crazy old man who had tilted his head and made no sound suddenly straightened his neck, screaming "Wah wow" with his mouth crooked and squinting eyes, hissing and yelling non-stop: " It hurts, hurts... I can't play anymore."

The bald barbarian frowned, looked at the wound on the old man's chest, and inserted the bone dagger back again.

"Wow..." The crazy old man winked with a headache, his arms flung out violently, the ropes binding his body snapped, his feet kicked on the wooden frame, he jumped up, and landed on the wide space behind the bald barbarian. place, and pulled out the dagger from his chest.

"It's enough for the old man to play with you. What does it mean to plug back and forth? If you don't play, don't play."

The crazy old man dropped the dagger, and walked towards the fat Taoist, "Fat Taoist, let's go, I'm going back with the old man, these people are not fun, and I'm tired of dancing with bare buttocks."

"Old lunatic, you have finally thought of your own way." Sun Zhengde hung on the wooden frame wanting to cry without tears. After saying this, his voice suddenly became anxious, and he shouted: "Be careful, that barbarian is going to kill you."

The crazy old man turned sideways slightly, pinched the grasped palm with his backhand, looked at the bald barbarian who was sneaking up from behind, the crazy old man shook his head at him, and stuck out his tongue back and forth.

"Slightly slightly...not hit."

Seeing the expression made by the crazy old man, the barbarian leaned back slightly, then clenched his teeth, obviously understanding that the other party was taunting him, and suddenly a puff of black smoke came out from the grasped hand.

"Oh." The crazy old man hurriedly let go of the barbarian, and kept patting his face with his hands, trying to dispel the black air.The bald barbarian stretched out his hand to grab down, and the bone dagger that was left on the ground flew back into his hand, and stabbed at the old man's chest again. Then, his ankle suddenly hurt, and he lowered his gaze. It was the white dog he kicked away just now. .

Without Chen Yuan's order, the Roaring Dog is just a wild animal transformed from a wood carving. It has a little bit of consciousness, which makes it stronger than ordinary beasts, but it can't stand the bald barbarian.

"Where did the dog come from, go away!"

With a bang, the bald barbarian kicked the white dog that bit him and made him roll on the ground.The bald barbarian could perceive that this dog was different, but he was a little unclear as to how it was different.Immediately, he pointed at the slender white dog and asked the barbarians from the surrounding clan to take it down.

"Peel off its skin and make a drum!"

As the word 'drum' fell, two barbarians stepped forward to remove the white dog's fur. The moment their fingertips touched it, a wind blew over.

The moment the animal skins worn by the barbarians were caressed, the wind suddenly whimpered and howled, and all the barbarians raised their hands to cover their cheeks. The crazy old man looked up at the sky blankly, and yelled "Wow~~".

The fat Taoist struggled to raise his head against the wind, and was pleasantly surprised: "Haha, it's the boss who came... Eh, it doesn't seem to be... Ahhh, what is that?!"

The sudden shout naturally attracted the attention of the bald barbarian. He raised his eyes and saw a mass of light in the sky like a shooting star streaking across the sky. The sound flew straight in this direction.

"what is that……"

The bald barbarian also murmured, and when he squeezed out his lips, the light became brighter and brighter, and it magnified over the camp, like a big sun, filling everyone's field of vision.

"Ah..."

All the barbarians in the camp felt a terrifying sense of oppression at this time. The moment the light flew over, their strong bodies trembled as if they couldn't bear their own weight.

Then, Qi Qi lay down or lay down on the ground, the flesh and blood were instantly flattened, squeezed and burst, and a large amount of blood was splashed out; for the weaker barbarians, all the bones in their bodies were crushed and broken in an instant.

At the same time that the bald barbarian was filled with black air, the rope behind the fat Taoist was also torn under the toad's poisonous smoke. He fell to the ground, pulled the crazy old man over, covered the big toad with one sleeve, and lay down on the ground.

Moment.

The light filled the camp, turning into a ball of dazzling white light, and there was a loud bang that exploded in the camp. The thatched houses and the wooden altars collapsed. Blow and bounce on the ground.

The bald barbarian crossed his hands on his chest, and the hard soil under his feet sank. For a moment, the light faded, and the bald barbarian opened his eyes. There was no one standing around, and the priests with a little mana were also lying on the ground. A bloody mess.

"Why is this happening..." He looked at the place where the last ray of light faded, and saw a two-foot-circular, half-foot-deep hole in the ground. In the middle, a silver-white long soldier was inserted into the ground. , the long pole was still trembling slightly, and the surrounding mud was still filled with high-temperature white air.

"The Roaring Dog is here."

In the white air, I saw a tall and straight figure stepping on the messy ground, wearing a platinum robe and a gold armor, walking slowly and calling softly, a moment later, the white dog that was lying on the ground suddenly turned up and shook it. Goutou, seeing the figure walking in the smoke, whimpered, and ran wildly over, rubbing his head against the figure's calf.

"Did they kill you?"

There was another flat and cold voice, the white dog stuck out its tongue, squatted on the ground and nodded repeatedly, whimpering sadly, raised its paw and pointed at the place where it was beaten, and then pointed to the bald head with both legs sunk into the ground savage.

"The barbarian wants to die."

The figure in the white smoke raised his hand to grab it, and the three-pointed, two-edged knife in the pit hummed out, and swung it across the air, making two consecutive sounds like the blade piercing the flesh.

"Ugh!!"

The bald barbarian fell to the ground with a bang. He hugged his bloody lower body, looked in horror at the two legs that were still sunk in the ground, and let out a heart-piercing scream.

……

Almost at the same time, Chen Yuan and Monk Zhenhai arrived one after another following the air movement, and walked into the camp together, looking at the silhouette in the white air, the barbarian holding a broken leg, and Xiao Tian who kept complaining and whimpering. dog.

Chen Yuan finally understood why Erlang God Yang Jian came out at this time.

"It's not good for you to beat anyone, why beat his dog..."

But on second thought, Chen Yuan had to thank these barbarians, otherwise he might be the first one to fight Erlang Shen.

After all, he had this idea before...

(End of this chapter)