lethal arsenal

Chapter 277 Killing Through the City ([-])

"The Thunder Lord roars in the sky, and hundreds of mouths are covered on the ground. The Lord of Heaven has the Golden Mouth, and the Lord of the Earth has the Golden Mouth. Hundreds of relatives inside and outside the realm, Golden Mouth decrees, and eight hundred gods appear! Disciple Lushan's disciples invite the auspicious gods to come out of Fengdu! Golden Buddha Temple, Mountain King God, please open the door quickly. Please give orders from the White Tiger God Lord to open the door quickly. Order!"

Liu Daoren inserted his wooden sword upside down into the incense altar, held a yellow talisman between his fingers, and recited a spell in a low voice.

In front of him was a cliff, which looked like an abyss.

Facing the highest peak in the capital, Wuling Mountain is known as the roof of Dragon City.

Liu Daoren traced the cause of the northern Xuanwu invasion all the way, and finally found that it was related to his old friend Shamanism. After a struggle, the other party was calculated mentally but not intentionally, and Liu Daoren was trapped here by the high priest's practices.

The Eight Diagrams are reversed and the Five Elements are confused.

The mountain fog turned into a ghost, and with the help of the feng shui of the Yin Mansion of the Heavenly Turtle, the God Locking Formation was arranged.

As soon as the formation struck, Liu Daoren was pressed inside.

Liu Daoren is revered as the Dharma Master of Lushan, so he naturally has the ability to break the formation. The problem is that not long ago, the stars in the sky shifted, the moonlight was dim, but the Ziwei Emperor Star was not visible. This was a sign of great changes in the world.

In addition, Liu Lingtong reported that the eldest disciple Lin Yuanjue was doing things outside every day.

Liu Daoren simply took advantage of the gap in the formation and let Yin Shen sneak out.

This is going to be bad.

When I came back, even though the soul had returned to its original position, the formation of this mountain had undergone changes from the three talents of heaven, earth and man, and it would be difficult to break the formation again.

"Sahara, don't you understand? The white water energy of Black Mountain has been exhausted. If you stop now and let go of the formation, there is still a glimmer of hope. If I invite the army of the White Tiger Lord here, you will suffer for decades. If you cultivate, you will lose everything in one day.”

Liu Daoren threatened.

"Hahaha!"

Crazy laughter came from the other side of the mist.

"Whether it is destiny or human destiny, it has nothing to do with me!"

"I have sacrificed my whole life to the dead bones and mud, and contributed my best years. Now that the deadline is approaching, why not make some plans for myself? I don't care about the so-called national destiny and family fortune."

"Senior Liu, I was not as good as you 30 years ago, but now you are walking behind me. I have devoured eight ancestor gods, and now I am only missing one natural god to cover my head. When the work is done, From now on, he will be the only true god in the world.”

Unscrupulous, Sahara's words contained the arrogance of not taking everything into consideration.

"So you actually had the idea of ​​locking the Dragon God in the Dragon Well?"

Liu Daoren suddenly realized it, but his heart was filled with bitterness.

To a certain extent, the shamanistic high priest has indeed gone further than himself.

Master Lushan, at least Daoren Liu, is only capable of commanding heavenly soldiers and seconding heavenly generals.

Sahara was so bold that he thought of swallowing an elephant with a snake and swallowing the sky with a human.

According to the inheritance in shamanism, Liu Daoren, the master of Lushan, is not ignorant.

Shamanism worships mainly the gods of heaven and earth, sun and moon, mountains and rivers, and spirits.

Among them, the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon are the gods of heaven and earth, and have the highest status.

Mountains, rivers and waters are the gods of nature, second only to the gods of heaven and earth, and further behind are the gods of ancestors, or the functional gods such as the five immortals, Hu, yellow, willow and white ash in folk belief.

Liu Daoren still doesn't know what kind of magic skills Sahara has practiced, but he knows that the one with the highest status among the gods of nature is the Dragon God of Luck, which symbolizes the master of all the elves in the mountains, rivers and rivers.

Now he is imprisoned under Suolongjing.

If Sahara really swallowed the ancestor gods as he said, and could also eat the dragon god, and if he was not exploded, he must be the only true god in the world, and thousands of generations may just turn the palm of his hand.

No wonder disciple Lin Yuanjue found little resistance in rebelling against Tiangang.

It turns out that most of the karma fell on Sahara.

As soon as his thoughts changed, Liu Dao said: "Although your idea is good, how can you, a mere shaman, be able to digest the karmic consequences brought by the only god in the world?"

"Hahaha, how did Temujin accomplish swallowing the sky with a python? If he didn't dare to think or try, then in this life he would have to live in the forest thousands of miles away without seeing the prosperity of the world... I have practiced hard all my life just for the sake of death. To serve under the ancestral gods?”

"I have great desires, so I can endure great suffering. Manqing created me, and I created Manqing!"

"Before I devour the Dragon God, I will kill your disciple Lin Yuanjue and end the last connection with the Qing court!"

Sahara roared loudly.

Liu Daoren raised his eyebrows and looked across the cliff, and could faintly see a golden figure.

"Hmph, I don't know whether to live or die."

He whispered and pinched the magic formula in his hand.

A gray-like white mark cracked on the side of his body, and the white mark suddenly opened, like a huge mouth... Inside the huge mouth was a world where the sky and the earth were white, with snowflakes flying, and the chill was transmitted to the Yang world.

Through the white marks, broken arrow feathers could be seen all over the ground.

A large flag with the Chinese character "Liu" fell to the ground among the overgrown weeds.

"Where are my soldiers and horses?"

Liu Daoren looked back and his face turned pale instantly.

"Stop struggling, Senior Liu. Before I devoured the ancestor gods, I had already ordered them to attack Yin Tu under your command. Your army of White Tiger God was slaughtered three days ago."

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank you. If the White Tiger Soldiers had not consumed most of the ancestor gods' divine power, I would not have had the chance to succeed. Thank you very much, Senior Liu."

Sahara grinned evilly.

Liu Daoren couldn't help but feel his heart sink. Three days ago, it happened to be the time when his Yin spirit came out of his body.

"Hmph, that's fine. I'll give you a ride first, and then I'll see off your disciple."

As Sahara clasped her hands together.

The black mist changed violently.

One after another, the flags came out of the heavy fog.

A huge tortoise shell appeared, with interlaced knife marks all over the shell.

The black turtle shell lay flat on the abyss, forming a passage like an ancient battlefield.

"Senior Liu, everyone in the world says that you are a saint of fighting skills. Without soldiers and horses, what kind of fighting skills will you use?"

Sahara's voice was playful.

A black military formation was formed in the rolling fog, and it seemed like millions of dead soldiers were roaring and roaring in it.

Sahara casually carried a large flag and kept dancing. Behind it were groups of troops intertwined like black tail flames.

"kill!"

The flag was lowered, and the army was devastated and rushed out like a torrent.

"I could beat you 30 years ago, and I can beat you now."

Liu Daoren pointed his fingers together with his sword. The wooden sword on the incense altar was covered with a gilt color, and was immediately submerged by the torrent of thousands of black armors.

……

"Should he be dead?"

On the top of the mountain, an incredibly tall man came out of the mist.

He glanced down at the unfathomable cliff, shook his head, and thought to himself, even if he didn't die, Liu Daoren would never be easy.

If you were struck by your own god-sacrifice sword, your soul would definitely be damaged and your spell would malfunction. In addition, if you fell from such a height, it would be impossible for even a god to save your life.

After thinking like this, Sahara blew his whistle suddenly.

The black mist was blown away by the mountain wind.

Sahara looked up at the sky and could faintly see a majestic eagle circling.

"Lin Yuanjue?"

He chanted this name silently in his mouth, the supreme master?Don't let me down.

After devouring a bunch of ancestor gods, Sahara's confidence grew beyond belief.He was once at most a Shinto expert on the front line of Gao Rendong.

However, after integrating the "Sun-Swallowing Treasure Box" and eating several gods with the artistic conception in it, Sahara not only improved his Shinto skills, but his body also reached a level beyond Gangjin with the help of secret techniques. It was more than ten feet tall, in other words, it was taller than Lin Dong's true form of the Bull Demon.

In addition, the whole body is golden, just like a Vajra walking in the world.

Sahara could vaguely feel the gate between heaven and earth that symbolized the supreme realm of martial arts.

As for how to knock on the door?

This was exactly what he planned to ask Lin Dong for advice.

boom!
One kick on the ground.

The body rose from the ground, and Sahara pierced into the air like an arrow. The entire top of Wuling Mountain shook. However, no one saw the almost heavenly scene. Sahara stepped on the back of the divine bald eagle. Go up and go north.

……

call.

Miyun, Huairou, Beigucheng.

Passing through the mountains in front is Huairou Grassland.

Further north is the heavily guarded Beigu City where Concubine Yi is located.

"From the capital to here, the war horses can't run as fast as me. The news of the assassination probably hasn't spread yet."

Lin Dong was thinking like this, but he still quickened his pace and fought several fierce battles. Not to mention the hard work, he also missed the big fish Prince Gong Yi. He did not die in his own hands and had no contribution value. Dingshan River's The contribution value is probably not enough.

It was almost certain that the reward would be reduced, which made him extremely melancholy.

The clouds were mountainous, and as far as the eye could see, there were endless mountains. Lin Dong was walking on the blue-black field ridge, wondering if there was a shortcut. At this moment, a cold wind blew and rolled up the dead branches on both sides of the field ridge. The blades of grass gave off a solemn atmosphere.

Human beings are murderous, and heaven and earth are in harmony!

Lin Dong raised his head and looked up. A figure and a comet descended from the sky, dragging a long tail of flames and crashing down from high in the sky.

The mighty Qi machine is pressing down from Mount Tai.

who is it?

As if there was no time to think about this problem, the blood flowing in his veins began to boil amidst the ear-piercing roar. Lin Dong visually checked where the opponent fell, and gradually distanced himself.

It's possible to resist hard, but there's no need to suffer.

boom!
The soil rolled, and the energy of the concussive air wave crushed the field ridge. With the man as the center, a terrifying earth pit exploded, and more than half an acre of land was sunken.

"Who are you? Shamanic?"

Lin Dong asked doubtfully, squatting on a soil slope. Under his feet was a patch of green stubble sprouts. He didn't know what kind of grass they were. Their vitality was unusually tenacious in the winter.

The reason why he did this was mainly because he felt that it would be more stylish and give him the feeling of a big boss.

The man, who was almost twice the size of a normal strong man and covered in golden skin, climbed up from the pit. He patted the dust off his body without caring, smiled arrogantly, and did not answer Lin Dong's question. He asked back: "Are you the Dou Fa Saint Disciple, Lin Yuanjue?"

Lin Dong looked at this giant brass man who should be a head taller than him.

This kind of physique is like a giant spirit god walking in the world.

The other party was not kind, and Lin Dong couldn't give him a good look, "It's good that you know."

There was quite a bit of reprimand in the words.

"Lin Yuanjue, very good. I heard that you are a master of the supreme realm, so I came here to give you a try. I am Sahara, the high priest of shamanism. Remember this is the name of the person who killed you."

Sahara shook his fist and said.

"High Priest?"

Lin Dong didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, so he stretched his fingers and made a fist. He moved his body, took a step to close the distance, and wrapped his fist with Wuyou's energy.

He punched like a dragon.

Sahara wanted to try the power of the Supreme Realm, and suddenly clasped his hands together.

An invisible mirror erected between the two people, and white air waves blasted out.

The mirror was not broken. Instead, it was punched and sent flying backwards along with Sahara, and rolled into a piece of mud.

"So it turns out he's also a silver gun candle holder?"

Lin Dong curled his lips and rubbed his fists.

His footsteps connected with each other like a galloping horse, and he jumped forward to attack again. While his footsteps exploded the ground, in order to better accumulate power, Lin Dong's figure even froze in the air for a moment.

The punches come out like cannon fire.

Sahara got up from the ground, crossed his hands, and moved forward to resist. Only the faint outline of the mirror could be seen guarding his chest again.

With this punch, the fist hit the invisible mirror again. What made Lin Dong frown was that compared to the previous punch, the resistance on the mirror was greater this time.

There are ripples on the mirror like a lake.

But Sahara's feet sank into the ground, but he didn't take a step back.

In other words, the other party adjusts the countervailing power of the mirror.

"What kind of spell is this? Where is the limit!"

Lin Dong's thoughts changed in his mind, he kicked the ground, and his body flew back again. Then he felt that it was not enough, so he pulled away again. The distance between the two was almost three to four hundred feet, and they seemed to be avoiding a fight.

"Is it possible that the ultimate level of skill is limited to this level? It seems that the famous Lin Yuanjue is no more than this."

Sahara uttered sarcasm, her voice carried through the wind.

Lin Dong's face was as dark as water, and his heart became anxious. The phantoms of the nine-headed bull demon emerged from his body, his palms cracked, and fine golden chains wrapped around his fists.

Dots of golden flames burned on the chain.

At this moment, Lin Dong looked like a spiritual official from the Heavenly Fighting Club.

Sahara's eyebrows sank, and she was a little unsure in her heart whether the Treasure Mirror Bottle Body Technique could withstand the upcoming stormy attack.

At this moment, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

"die!"

Lin Dong burst into action, Sahara's eyes widened, the sea of ​​souls stirred, and his magic power surged to the limit at this moment. Strong golden light emerged from his body, and in front of his body was a gilded mirror.

Lin Dong started to run. Every step he took on the ground was like a thousand horses running like thunder. As he approached, he suddenly jumped up, wrapped a fist wrapped in flames and a golden chain, and aimed at Sahara's head.

Sahara did not protect his head with his hands, but raised his head and raised his fist to fight!
The face that originally seemed to be plated with a layer of gilt became gleaming.

boom!
The surging golden flowing fire collided with the mirror, and the treasure mirror formed by the magic was shattered in an instant.

At the moment when the treasure mirror shattered, the surrounding land was directly torn apart. The harsh winter came and the green stubble that was still alive beside the field was completely crushed into powder.

Sahara's body continued to slide backwards, and the plow marks on the ground continued to expand.

With a sneer on his lips, Lin Dong clasped Sahara's arm with his arm, tightened his waist and used strength. With a shake of his body, he lifted Sahara up from the ground like pulling a carrot.

Spin with more force and throw it violently.

If you caught a large weapon and wanted to practice it, Sahara was so powerful that most of his body was covered with the ground.

Lin Dong fell quickly and stomped on Sahara's head with his big foot.

"High Priest, you are nothing more than this!"

Lin Dong returned what the other party just said intact.

Sahara was the leader of a sect, among tens of millions of people. How could he have suffered such humiliation? His eyes were red with anger, and his legs rolled up, and with a fierce thrust, he hit Lin Dong's arm, and the huge The strength swept Lin Dong out and took several steps back.

"Come again."

After Lin Dong landed on the ground, safe and sound, he raised his finger towards Sahara.

　I'm a little tired today, so I'll update more tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. For the time being, one chapter is 4000 words long.

　　
　
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