lethal arsenal

Chapter 181 I Don't Care

"stop!"

The man's voice not only didn't stop Lin Dong from moving, but instead aroused his fierceness.

The Holy Mother of Lishan let out a stern howl, which was the great pain that the flesh and blood were about to be separated.

"Let go!"

"I let people go."

The man roared more quickly.

Suddenly, a trace of clarity returned to Lin Dong's face, and what he was waiting for was this sentence.

Of course, if the other party didn't say anything, then he would really cut this arrogant woman, the core figure under Maitreya, into two pieces.

I don't know how high the sky is if I count it under my own name?
"Supreme Realm, you also want to deal with it? Now I have seen it."

Lin Dong grinned, his white teeth were cold.

He took advantage of the situation and pointed at the dantian of the Holy Mother of Lishan, and walked with energy, without chaos between men and women. The martial arts practice has a little fire, and the dantian is especially important. If the dantian is destroyed, you can't move your energy. Once you exert force, your waist and abdomen will hurt Forbearance, any powerful kung fu will be broken.

Of course, this is a normal situation. Lin Dong didn't know that the "Aquarius Qi Gathering Method" blessed by the woman's bronze horse head statue could quickly recover from injuries, whether external or internal.

puff.

The Holy Mother of Lishan spat another mouthful of blood before being put down by Lin Dong.

"Bring people out."

Lin Dong said coldly, his eyes fixed on the man on the corridor.

I saw a bald monk in a red robe standing on the spiral staircase.

"Monk Peng masters the Chaotic Nine Palaces Formation, and I use the Formation to restrain myself..."

Balabala, the tailor's swearing words are still in my ears, but this person doesn't seem to be restrained.

Monk Peng is tall, with a thick back and waist, and his muscles are like piles of rocks, which cannot be concealed by a red robe.

On his arm is a strangely shaped weapon, the kind that can be used at any time.

At first glance, it looks like a hat, with a diameter of a foot and a half, cast in gold, and the edges are wrapped with polished iron sheets, which looks particularly sharp.

popping.

Following two high-fives, Lu Xiaoxiao in a Taoist robe slowly walked out of the corridor. Her hands were bound by iron chains, and her feet were wearing heavy shackles. Her face was not bad.

"General, don't come up, be careful of their traps."

As soon as she saw Lin Dong, Lu Xiaoxiao became excited, with an anxious expression on her face.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lin Dong always feels that this girl's figure is not as hot as before.

"Don't do any one-for-one tricks with me? I'll count to three, and if I don't get what I want, I'll crush her skull."

Lin Dong said in a deep voice, and he gritted his teeth. In the eyes of others, this expression undoubtedly showed that he was about to be unable to restrain his anger.

His big hand covers the head of Our Lady of Pear Mountain.

The five thick fingers were like iron hoops. Even though the Virgin of Lishan tried her best to restrain herself, there was a look of pain on her cheeks.

"Monk Peng, do you know that I don't care! I never care, whether it's the White Lotus Sect, or your so-called bullshit saints, saints, one, two..."

He increased his strength, and when counting, there was almost no pause. In a trance, Monk Peng seemed to be able to hear the sound of skulls breaking.

"Okay, let it go."

A cold sweat crept up Monk Peng's forehead silently, his eyes were fixed on the front, the ceiling of the house was cracked, and a rope let down a figure.

Lu Ping fainted, his mouth was gagged with a handkerchief, and his hands and feet were tied with ropes.

"It's your turn to let him go."

The scarlet light in Monk Peng's eyes flashed, and he walked down from the top step by step.

Tapping.

The crisp footsteps sounded on the stone steps.

"Cough cough."

The Holy Mother of Lishan spat out a mouthful of blood with great difficulty, and turned her head. The open wound on her forehead stained half of her cheeks scarlet like a ghost.

She approached Lin Dong, her mouth and nose moved, and her voice was like a gnat: "You will know that being an enemy of Venerable Maitreya will be the decision you regret most in your life."

"You really are not afraid of death."

Lin Dong smiled indifferently, there seemed to be ice floes in the depths of his eyes, his fingers moved down a few inches without any trace of fireworks, and grabbed delicate neck.

The face of the Holy Mother of Lishan burst into blue veins for a moment, and she wanted to shout, but she could only make a few difficult "hoo hoo" sounds, "I am obviously in the highest state, why are you rebels not afraid of me at all? ? It's really strange."

Lin Dong raised his head and stared at Monk Peng above.

"Unlock her bracelets and shackles. You let her come here first, and then I let her go. I, Lin Yuanjue, do what I say. If you dare to say no, I'll cut her throat. Why, don't you Want to see if our Holy Mother has the consciousness to sacrifice for the holy religion and for Venerable Maitreya?"

He is so sarcastic.

This is a lunatic, no one knows, what will he do next?

This is the image that Lin Dong has established for himself in the face of various crises from the outside world. Only in this way can he be less bullied and oppressed, because the world of madmen has no logic and no reason at all.

If it is a world of ordinary people without any supernatural power, then the more crazy one is, the easier it is to pay a high price.

But today's troubled times in the late Qing Dynasty are different.

There are so many surprises here.

Gunpowder, White Lotus Sect, Dragon Qi, Gods and Demons, Martial Arts, any one of them provides a trajectory different from history for the behavior of the world, and no one knows what the future will look like.

A lunatic who has mastered enough power will make many people, many forces, awe.

Especially when this lunatic is so powerful that it cannot be recovered.

Monk Peng also had doubts about Lin Dong's thoughts.

Lin Dong put on a posture that could strangle the Holy Mother of Lishan to death, not a threat, but an action.

The face of Our Lady of Lishan became less and less blood-colored, and her skin was bluish-purple, which was caused by the lack of air. Her eyeballs were bulging, and little drops of blood oozed from her bulbar conjunctiva. In the next moment, she might be about to die.

Monk Peng had no choice but to bend down and open the shackles.

"General, save my sister first."

At this time, Lu Xiaoxiao still cared about her sisters.

While she was yelling, at the same time that Monk Peng opened the shackles, the embroidered shoes suddenly stood upright, and the sinister uppers of the shoes viciously swept towards the monk's eyeballs.

The mutation suddenly appeared!

The Madonna of Lishan, whose dantian was broken, was thrown away by Lin Dong. He stepped forward and jumped up, intending to rescue Lu Ping first, after all, the girl has already made love.

However, at the moment when he cut the rope with one hand, Lin Dong hugged Lu Ping, and his heart felt cold for no reason... Lu Ping turned his head, and in an instant, his skin fell off, and it turned out to be an evil ghost with a blue face and fangs.

The fangs bit Lin Dong's neck hard.

"Lu... Lu Ping?"

In the blink of an eye, Lin Dong was a little dazed, but what he was hugging in his arms was an evil ghost.

"General, be careful."

Lu Xiaoxiao shouted from below.

Monk Peng rolled on the spot to avoid Lu Xiaoxiao's kick, and Lu Xiaoxiao flew down.

But at this moment, Monk Peng swung his arm violently, straightened his arm, and the golden wheel in the shape of a hat rotated rapidly, cutting through the air, and with a sharp howl, it attacked and killed Lin Dong in the air.

The teeth of the evil spirit were green, and smeared with terrible poison.

The skin, which could withstand the impact of lead bullets, was bitten out with a hole, and the blood spattered.

Lin Dong's eyes were filled with a touch of brave gold, which is the color of the golden wheel.

(End of this chapter)