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Chapter 394 Ancient Tomb Battlefield

When the last ball of the ancient lion-hunting flintlock charged downwards against the stream of flames.

The blazing flames spitting out from the mouth of the golden lion's head also shot towards the top of the mountain at an angle.

The raging crimson flames were like an unrivaled army that had fought a hundred battles. They burned, killed, and looted unscrupulously during the march, not only tearing apart the air and dust along the way, but also swallowing up the air and dust along the way.

The strange-colored cloud-like mist-like oily substance steamed up from the mountain again, and the army of flames grew stronger as it marched, like a tree condensed by flames spreading its branches and leaves.

The rapid blood flame, which was originally only as thick as a small tree, quickly grew in size every ten hundredth of a second, as if it had spanned a year and grown a new growth ring.

Two hundred and thirty-eight hundred seconds later, the long pillar of blazing flames, already as thick and huge as a steel train, finally reached the end of the journey.

The top of Shanxin Mountain, which had just been partially shattered, received an even more terrifying fire attack.

The scorching breath of fire struck hard on the mountain of kindness like a cracked sword blade. It was like the gods of creation and destruction wielding the hammer of the world that forged and destroyed them, hitting the mountain peak hard and hitting the two despicable and ugly beasts. moth.

The rugged mountain was soaked in scarlet blood flames in an instant.

Every grain of gravel and every stone glows red with heat from the inside out, and then disintegrates into completely broken blood-colored powder, just like the flesh and blood of the mountain of kindness crushed into ashes.

Just like a forging furnace needs to be turned off from time to time to clean out the coal dirt inside, she also needs to occasionally excrete the stagnant blood in her body that has lost its active vitality.

The sandy soil at the top of Shanxin Mountain has been polluted and soaked with Dai Qisi's excrement. These lion excrements, like charcoal stuck in a furnace, have flowed down from the top of Shanxin Mountain over the past hundreds of years and seeped into the land below. .

The familiar scarlet blood flames shot out from the dust, mixed with the blazing flames that were still spitting out halfway up the mountain, and it exploded with unprecedented power.

And the disintegration of half of the Shanxin Mountain was not just caused by Dai Qisi's hot breath.

Shanxin Mountain, which has stood on this land for thousands of years, its rugged peak as straight as a sword actually cracked and shattered into countless dust.

Uplifted mountains and rivers will shatter and disintegrate in the conflict of twin-edged power, and rivers will steam and dry up in the scorching fever.

But now, the power has withered away, and no one can cause the terrifying impact of burning mountains and boiling seas. Even if multiple seventh-level secret transmitters who are above billions of mortals jointly perform rituals, it is impossible. Directly causing such great power - unless Si Chen's power is sought.

About three hundred years ago, the lion guarding the mausoleum suddenly got a whim out of boredom and began to discharge its own excrement into the mountain of kindness, intentionally or unintentionally.

In the ancient era when Dai Qisi was still young, the power between heaven and earth had not withered yet. Every time they broke out a war with another family member of the Blade Sichen, the aftermath of the war alone was enough to destroy the mountains and rivers. .

But although the ancient lion's breath of flames looks powerful, its real power is far from the terrifying level of destroying half a mountain in one blow.

The earth was trembling with fear, and cracks on the ground were like hundred-meter-deep faults cut by gods wielding giant swords. They were deep scars that could never be healed.

As a lion weapon forged by the Golden General himself, she has naturally abandoned those eating and excretion processes with backward and inefficient mechanisms. Even the monthly red lead emissions have stopped under the General's transformation.

The power that uniquely belongs to Dai Qisi has penetrated into the sand and gravel. Each piece of sand and stone can be said to be a small part of the power that Dai Qisi has split and stored over the past three hundred years. It is the cast quality contained in the excrement. The essence of sand and gravel has been rewritten over three hundred years of slow penetration.

An arc-shaped light as thick as blood surged in all directions from the top of the disintegrated Shanxin Mountain.

But before that, the red sand covering the sky and the earth like blood-colored dust mist turned into a tornado under the strong attraction of the void vortex, and rushed into the increasingly sacred and huge Tomb of the Shadowless Kings.

Since the Mansu Gods discussed and decided to reduce the power of the mortal world, the standard phase in the waking world has become weaker and weaker, and the influence released by the secret messengers to stimulate the sexual phase has become weaker and weaker.

But even Dai Qisi, the golden lion who is completely different from ordinary people, will inevitably produce some garbage and dirt in her body.

The hot, bright red color of every inch of land and every piece of sand and stone on these mountaintops filled with kindness has burst out with intense light and heat at the right moment when the ancient lion's flame breath hits the top of the mountain!

There was a loud bang.

In today's era where power has withered, burning mountains and boiling seas are definitely not great achievements that any immortal who has not yet fully formed can accomplish by himself.

Even the sky was cracked by the violent force of the collision, and the clouds were clearing. In the most intense place of the war, large holes were torn apart in the clouds invisible to the naked eye. The real cruel sunlight poured down, making the originally moist and emerald green. The earth has dried up and turned into a desert.

The red sand and dust, which are as numerous as the stars in the sky, are inevitably attracted by the void vortex and fly up to the sky.

The sand and gravel look like sand and gravel, but in fact they have been transformed into high explosives that can detonate under certain conditions.

And until today, three hundred years later, Dai Qisi's fiery breath finally awakened the heat of casting that had been hidden in Shanxin Mountain for many years, and completely exploded, like the explosion of thousands of tons of black powder. !

Therefore, Dai Qisi was able to have such a terrifying impact, destroying more than half of this mountain of kindness that had stood for tens of thousands of years - it seemed like a single blow, but in fact it was the accumulation of more than three hundred years in a blink of an eye. break out.

The violent blazing breath of fire is still moving upward.

The Lion-Splitting Bullet, desperate for his own safety, was still stabbing into the throat of the ancient master against the impact of the flame current.

Standing on the top of the Shanxin Mountain, Watson had fully mobilized all the power of his adopted son's physical body as early as the first moment he sensed the hot flames spurting out.

The dark flesh and blood from his body was concentrated in his legs and vibrating crazily.

The dark blood vessels protruding from the thighs were as sinister as snakes, and the calf muscles swelled like two heavy hammers.

Peiran's huge force was sprayed out towards the ground below, and the ground under his feet suddenly shattered and disintegrated. The sand and gravel disintegrated into two sunken holes the size of a human face, and the broken lines were like scars made by a knife blade. Spreading in all directions. Long before the fiery breath of the ancient lion awakened the heat energy in the gravel, Watson had already crushed the sand under his feet with his incredible and strange physical strength.

The earth also responded furiously with a terrifying reaction force. The burning soles of the feet faced the earth's counterattack, and the flesh and blood on the soles of the feet were broken and bleeding under the earth's counterattack.

But with the help of the earth, Watson soared straight into the sky. He didn't even forget to pick up the heavy steel suitcase that also traveled across oceans and mountains.

The next second, the ancient lion's fiery breath had broken through the disintegrated mountaintop of Good Heart and swept towards this despicable mothman hanging in the air!

The blazing blood flames hit Watson like a raging wave. In the scorching waves, there seemed to be crazy soldiers forged from lava, wielding weapons flowing with molten iron to stab him! ! !

Watson was still burning, but in the face of the fiery offensive coming from under him, he still seemed unhurried, as if everything was under his control.

He turned around and faced the sky parallel to the earth. The heavy steel suitcase on his shoulders moved to his back, pressing against his back like an extremely thick steel shield.

The real purpose of this heavy suitcase, which is entirely made of special-shaped steel, is not to store luggage.

In addition to being loaded with various killing tools, the steel suitcase itself is an indestructible thick shield.

The thick steel plates are inlaid with hot characters. These sculptural characters from ancient times have been deeply written on the inside of the steel suitcase during the process of casting the box.

Therefore, this heavy steel suitcase has some indestructible strength.

When the first blazing breath charging at the front slammed into the bottom of the steel suitcase, the 1.4-inch-thick steel plate immediately shone with red flames.

But during the forging process the steel plate was also mixed with the fangs of certain generous warriors who were destined to die in front of the House of Lords.

The bones containing the secret power of casting, blade and moth not only strengthen the strength and heat resistance of the steel plate, but also make the inside of the steel plate have intricate veins like cicada wings, so Watson's back The dark, twisted tentacles that grew strangely clung to the steel suitcase, and seemed to be able to establish some kind of connection with the dense steel veins.

The high temperature of the hot molten iron had just spread to the bottom of the steel box, and before it had time to completely corrode the steel plate, the hot temperature had been forcibly thrown away.

But in the next moment, Shanxin Mountain collapsed and shattered, and the second wave of flames burst out one after another. It was entangled with the spreading hot flames, and burst out with more violent and fiery power!

The iron plate at the level of the suitcase quickly melted like snow.

But what appeared immediately in front of the entangled heat flames were straight long blades that were shiny and snow-white. Adhered between the blades was the dim black oil left over when the half-dead corpses died. The oil contained the cold power of winter. It is a sliver of the dead silence of winter that only the dead can steal.

Another twenty-three hundredths of a second was wasted before the blood flame pillar entangled with Qiu Jie struggled to dissolve this second layer of defense.

Then they saw a mass of black and shiny crystal material suspended in weightlessness, which was the violent coal crystal containing the heat of casting! ! !

A small bang exploded in the suitcase behind Watson, and he felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer as he shot straight into the sky.

The flesh and blood on the back of the body of the adopted son burst into large pools of blood under this self-inflicted blow, and the internal organs were turbulent and moved away from their original positions.

But at the same time, Watson had also taken advantage of the situation and grabbed the long, filthy intestine that was twisting and dancing wildly in the sandstorm tornado. He pulled and pulled it violently, splitting the flesh and blood suspended in the air like opening multiple doors. The female dancer embraced her.

Thirty-eight hundredths of a second later, the remaining weapons inside the entire steel suitcase had been burned in the entangled flames. Even the steel plate on the top was melted and corroded by the blazing high temperature. The long-hungry lion's flame breath was finally You can go head-to-head with this disgusting and difficult mothman! ! !

In just three thousandths of a second, the layer of blackened, carbonized and continuously regenerated collagen skin of the Damn Mothman finally completely melted and dissipated, never to be restored again!

And next, is the sweet and fragrant pink flesh!

Those pink flesh and blood fibers twisted like reptiles were already wailing and screaming in pain in the flames, twisting and struggling with their slender bodies, but they still had nowhere to escape, until they turned into complete charcoal! ! !

If the entangled and twisted flames had their own consciousness, they would probably laugh wildly and arrogantly, and then roar with a mocking laugh:

"Damn Mothman, no matter how much you try to escape or struggle, you will never be able to escape being burned in my flames until your body is completely burned. Only a trace of consciousness is left behind, a sad fate!!!"

"Now, I want to taste the taste of your sweet entrails - Hey, where is the person???"

The double entanglement was like the fiery breath of the double helix. The Mothman's heart, which was already close to his eyes, had completely disappeared at this moment. Even his own flames felt an indescribable spinning sensation. The blazing heat of the flames in the extremely high-speed rotation also seemed to be being devoured. The scarlet light and heat became smaller and dimmer, as if they had been completely swallowed up by the greedy darkness.

It is the void vortex that symbolizes the entrance to the secret royal tomb! Those two damn mothmen have broken into the holy place where kings rest forever! ! !

The fiery breath of fire refused to stop there. The ancient lion endured the destructive pain released after the lion-splitting projectiles penetrated into the flesh, and continued to squeeze out a trace of power and poured it into the weakened breath of fire organs, moving towards the disintegration and fragmentation of the mountain. The sky spurted out the last breath of blazing flames.

However, the gate of the resting place of the kings could not tell that the flames came from their former people, and actually completely swallowed up the force attacking the tomb robbers indiscriminately!

The ancient lion Dai Qisi sighed sadly, "I, I failed..."

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Watson passed through the giant gate of the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings, and what he saw was an endless stretch of desolate desert.

The strange flames, which were as bright as blood but twisted like colloids, hung low at the edge of the desert. The scarlet sunset fell on the rolling sand dunes. Every grain of sand seemed to be soaked in blood, steaming up a rich and disgusting scent. The smell of rotten blood.

This indescribably thick blood color comes from both the armored soldiers buried deep in the sand dunes and the huge lions withered corpses.

It also comes from those hundred-meter-long snakes with only their skeletons left. The terrifying snake bones are coiled on the sand dunes.

It also comes from a tattered skin bag stuck on a short spear. The remaining flesh and blood hangs on the deformed skeleton like dried seaweed. There is obviously no disturbance here, but the withered skin and flesh are fluttering like broken bones. banner.

This is not at all like a mausoleum where the kings of the Shadowless Empire rest for eternity, but more like an ancient battlefield frozen in time.

The withering and chilling atmosphere filled the air between the sand and blood, sweeping towards the two flaming mothmen on the dunes!

(End of this chapter)