lethal arsenal

Chapter 172: The Ghost Lights the Lamp!
"Haunting, bah."

The three knives took out the only two jujubes left in the interlayer of the cuffs, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them, and ate up the fresh pulp before spitting out the jujube pits in one gulp.

The jujube stone packed with energy hit the door with a thud.

"Who?"

An impatient voice came from the room, and the tone should be that of a middle-aged man.

With a squeak, the door was about to open, and the three knives jumped up with a kick, and jumped onto the wall the moment the man opened the door.

Chenlong's magic spell opened up, and most of the east of the city was covered by dark clouds, and he was groggy as far as he could see.

Ordinary people, although they don't know that this is an expert's fighting, but their survival instinct also tells them that maybe a big storm is coming, and the doors and windows are tightly covered.

When the door opened, it was empty.

The cold wind swirled in.

"Who is it!"

The slightly hunchbacked man stood at the door and shouted again.

The three knives were kicked against the wall, and they planned to sneak into this house to set up a battlefield.

After all, among the surrounding houses, the yard of this one looks bigger.

Wait a while to fight with others, let go of your hands and feet, but a child in the yard changed his mind.

Holding the sweet potato in his hand, the child stared blankly at the swordsman in a bamboo hat who was standing on the wall.

The child's lips trembled, he was too frightened to speak, rumbling!A thunderclap in the distance.

It is against the law of heaven to open up the Yin area in broad daylight, and if God can't stand it, it will send thunder.

White lightning streaked across layers of darkness.

Brighten up the swordsman's figure in an instant.

"Ah, there are monsters."

"Monster!"

The child yelled, and the sweet potato in his hand fell to the ground in fright.

In this day and age, there are no superman stories, but there are many legends about monsters catching children and eating them. With a flick of the arms of the three knives, the iron chains flew out. On the big locust tree, his figure swished past.

"Monster, where are the monsters?"

The hunchbacked man turned his head suddenly, only to see the frightened crying child in the yard.

Close the door smoothly.

He hurried forward and carried the seven or eight-year-old child into the house.

At this moment, the three knives had already moved into another courtyard.

puff.

Spit out another date stone.

"I shouldn't fucking be soft-hearted, and be plotted against again."

The three knives muttered.

Going to the vegetable market early in the morning was instigated by an old man.

The old man said that a group of people of unknown origin came up, and the three knives were used to being hunted down on weekdays. He subconsciously thought that they were people at the sticky poles, so he planned to meet in the past, and it would be best to solve it.

Coincidentally, it bumped into the muzzle of Chenlong who was looking for Yin veins.

"What is this place? Is there anyone?"

The three knives looked around and shouted several times.

The branches of the locust tree rustled in the dark wind, and the fallen leaves rolled up by the wind could not stop swirling, flying all over the courtyard. There was a strange, gloomy feeling in the thick night, which surrounded him like water stand up.

But no one answered his cries from beginning to end.

Bad feeling.

Instead of being afraid, the three knives were full of excitement.

He licked his lips: "Zhi Zhi eats demon meat hungry, laughs and talks about drinking the blood of ghosts and gods, and dares to trouble me, today I will cut off your ghosts."

As if responding to his whispers, in the dark, noisy, vicious voices came in from under the eaves, through the gaps in the doors and windows, but they were so chattering that I couldn't really hear what the ghosts were saying.

"The South Dipper marks life, the Big Dipper marks death, and I want to go to death."

Taking advantage of the situation, he pulled out a Japanese sword and headed towards the north side of the courtyard, passing through the long corridor, and the ghastly and distorted ghosts flashed past the antique red lacquered windows.

Seeing the three knives, they just curled their lips in disdain.

pat.

With a soft bang, the back door of a room to the north swung open.

The three knives laughed and slid in, the iron chains on their arms rattled, and the strange green lights in the room lit up one by one.

"Ghost lighting?"

The three knives recognized this situation, the arrangement of Yin Yu.

He has a total of three masters, two of whom are the most powerful martial arts masters in the world.

Although the third one didn't have the name of master and apprentice, but the other party had passed on at least [-]% of his divine way ability to him.

Thirty percent doesn't sound like much, but what if the person teaching the exercises is Lu Shang, the leader of the White Lotus Sect?
The ghost lamp was on, and the slight halo not only did not convey warmth, but there was always a cold aura hovering in the room.

The dark boards on the left and right, upon closer inspection, turned out to be one pair after another of high-quality coffins.

The fresh air of vegetation, mixed with the smell of incense, rushes into the nose.

It turned out that this place was actually a coffin shop.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door from the front door.

The blade raised.

The three knives didn't have any fear, they pushed open the latch, and then pulled it lightly.

……

Lin Dong followed the figure of the other party and went out. As soon as he walked out of the alley, he saw the iron chain sway, and the three knives jumped from one small courtyard to another.

Unlike the three knives, Lin Dong was not so reckless.

He bent down and looked at the rather special courtyard, his nose moved slightly.

The surrounding Yin Qi can hardly be dissipated.

Before he even had time to break in, he saw a little green light floating out of the room.

Looking at the direction of the green light, Lin Dong thought for a while and hurriedly walked around, intending to intercept it from the front door.

Of course, it's not to fight the opponent indiscriminately, but to wait, wait for Chenlong to come, it's best for them to fight with each other, and then see if they can get some advantage.

He knocked Chenlong unconscious, captured him alive, and forced him to ask Yin Tianzi how to practice his Dharma body.

If Chenlong didn't say anything, or gave some wrong information, wouldn't there be a tailor Zhang?
A paper maker, in terms of insidiousness, who can beat a tailor.

When the time comes to cast a few evil curses, Lord Hell will have a bone cramp when he comes. Let's see if he has the guts to hide the cheats?
After bending down and leaning against the wall, Lin Dong saw an acquaintance.

A woman with a sharp chin and a pitiful face, led a seven or eight-year-old white-faced powdered ghost boy in one hand, and a green light in the other, and walked slowly towards the coffin shop.

"Ren Ji Shou Cai!"

The big words on the door plaque are a bit dazzling.

The old acquaintance smiled tenderly and turned his head slightly, his watery eyes were heading towards the direction where Lin Dong was lurking.

"See me?"

Lin Dong thought in his heart, and grinned back with a smile.

At this moment, the door was pulled open.

"I've seen this boss, little girl..."

The voice is soft and weak.

Before the words fell, a black light burst out, and the sharp Japanese knife pierced through the heart and body.

Pulling and pulling the blade, Lin Dong's smile froze on his face, and saw the female ghost being cut in two.

It was black, like blood but not blood, half of his body fell to the ground.

"What a ruthless man, strong enough."

Lin Dong said.

Papa, the ghost lamp he was carrying fell to the ground, and the strange green light was stamped out with one foot, ang!Gui Tongzi opened his bloody mouth wide, and his mouth widened to an unbelievable extent, leaving only a big mouth protruding from his face.

With sharp teeth and a chill, he bit down on the three knives.

After chopping off the handsome female ghost with one knife, the three knives did not see any hesitation, and took out another knife under the rib with their left hand.

Swish, the moment the sharp Japanese sword was unsheathed, it shone with brilliance in the dark night.

The sharp saber slashed through, and Guitongzi's head was split in half obliquely, sparks splashed from the teeth stuck on the blade, and Han Tie screamed excitedly.

"Good knife."

Lin Dong praised for the second time.

"Destroy!"

A syllable was spit out from the mouths of the three knives, the ghost boy's body fell to the ground, the ghost's corpse was swept up by the wind, the flesh and blood of the corpse disappeared, except for the white skeleton on the ground, there was a pool of dark brown blood and rotting robes.

"That's all you have!"

The three knives roared towards the shadows.

Hee hee hee.

There were bursts of strange laughter in the darkness.

The thick stench was like a big bloody hand covering Lin Dong's mouth and nose, and his pupils shrank involuntarily.

"The disciple looked down at the secluded spring, and there were hundreds of ghosts and monsters around him. Shout three times for Yama's arrival, and sip three times for ghost soldiers to come. The skin is sacrificed for skin, the bone is sacrificed for bone, and the blood is sacrificed for blood."

"One is not afraid of the loss of the three souls, the second is not afraid of the loss of the seven spirits, the third is not afraid of the destruction of the flesh and blood, and the fourth is not afraid of the loss of a true spirit! Zhang Qisong, the great mage of Lushan, said that his disciple Chen Long, walk one foot and advance one foot...do not break the thief , Swear not to return it! Sky Lingling, Earth Lingling, Blood Lingling, Nine Nether Ghosts listen to my orders! Swear the Blood Spirit Curse, hurry like a law!"

The sharp mantra chanting sound was like the sinister wind blowing from the mouth of the Nine Nether World to the human world. Lin Dong was shocked by the terrifying mantra chanting even in the periphery.

I saw a spring of blood surging up at the head, like an angry dragon carrying all kinds of ghosts and ghosts, sweeping towards the three knives, the black robe on Chenlong's body was blown by the wind, and he stood on top of the blood dragon , the scenery is unique.

The full yin energy between the sky and the earth shook the tiles on the coffin, rattling and rattling, as if the collapse was imminent.

hold head high!
The blood dragon roared.

Bang!
With a cry, the third Japanese sword came out of its sheath. The swordsman held a short sword in his left hand, a long sword in his right hand, and the third snow-white short blade was still clenched in his mouth.

Under the thick night and the surging blood, the radiance and silvery-white knife brilliance are not inferior at all.

Watching a battle between dragons and tigers.

Lin Dong gritted his teeth tightly, waiting for the big scene of the game between the two sides, when suddenly, his arms felt cold, "Fuck!" He turned his head and cursed angrily.

(End of this chapter)