lethal arsenal

Chapter 279 Killing Through the City ([-])

Sahara's eyes narrowed tightly, and he turned to look at the rolling black mountains behind him, his chapped lips grinning widely.

"It's really troublesome, with ghosts lingering and gangrene attached to the bones. If I were the Dharma Master, I wouldn't be in such a miserable state. These masters and disciples of Lushan really deserve to die. If he can gain power in his year, he will definitely destroy the Lushan Taoism."

There is abundant energy between the heaven and the earth, and it seems vaguely like an ancient ferocious beast is chasing from the depths of the black mountain.

Sahara lowered his head and glanced at the position of his left arm. The emptiness made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

"We have to cross Huairou Pasture to get to Beigu City, and even if we escape to the city, with that woman's temperament, she may not be willing to use the dragon energy to nourish me. Besides, where can I have so much time?"

After thinking for a while, Sahara stabbed the sacrificial knife into the ground, and with his remaining right hand, he violently tore open the clothes that were torn in the battle.

Sharp gravel is embedded in the iron-like skin, and there are knife marks all over the front, and there is also a huge fist mark.

Lin Dong's previous punch to the chest almost knocked out three of his souls and seven souls.

There is also a wound on the side of the lower abdomen that breaks through the lower back. This is the mark left by the double swordsman. If it is deeper, the waist can be dug out.This miserable appearance can be said to be that except for his pants, there is not even a single piece of good flesh on his body.

Sahara's fist slowly tightened, he put the rag in his mouth and bit it, then suddenly pulled out the sacrificial knife on the ground.

The sacrificial knife in his right hand turned the blade towards his heart and plunged it in hard.

Blood flowed freely, and he stood still, muttering mysterious and strange spells in his mouth.

Shamanism is the most ancient and primitive witchcraft.

The various blood sacrifice rituals in the sect are not only weaker than the Tantric Sect, but are even better than the witchcraft in the Xiangchu realm.

The dark wind swirled.

In the vast land, there seemed to be faint mountains responding to his call.

The bright red blood flowing from the blade began to undergo strange changes.

Suddenly, a rustling voice began to respond to his call. After a while, the soil continued to rise, and there seemed to be some strange creature walking through the ground.

A black spot suddenly emerged from the ground and pierced the flesh.

Sisi.

Sahara's already embarrassed face was even more distorted at this moment, and her facial features seemed to be misaligned. A ball of broad bean-sized beads bulged in her heart, and it kept moving. The sound of rustling gnawing came from her body again.

Beads of sweat rained down in an instant.

He endured the pain, knowing in his heart that this was just the beginning.

Since you have chosen the most painful path, you must have the determination to live toward death.

boom!
The soil breaks apart.

Countless strange insects were flying and dancing in the air. The swarms of insects went berserk at the sight of blood, and their extremely sharp mouthparts pierced into the flesh in an instant.

Even though he was a tough guy who was famous for his toughness, Sahara couldn't help but groan at this time.

Sisi.

The number of insects emerging from under the soil continued to increase, covering Sahara's body like pouring black water, leaving only the sacrificial knife inserted outside the heart and a left eye.

Seeing that the time was right, Sahara began to restrain the spell. At this moment, his lips were wrapped in bugs and could not be opened at all. However, it did not affect the chanting of the evil spell, and thunderous sounds came from his abdomen.

Flesh and flesh sprouted, and the gluttonous insect swarm was restrained by the flesh sprouts at this moment.

Green liquid flowed from the sacrificial knife, and it was unclear whether it was blood or the juice left by the insects.

Sahara endured the pain of being devoured by thousands of insects, and his spirit was like crazy, but his aura continued to become stronger.

The sun pierced the clouds.

The shadow kept swaying, Sahara's waist bulged slightly, the bloody flesh of the broken arm kept sprouting, and the roots were entangled, eventually forming a bright red long thorn that looked like the mouthparts of a mosquito.When the dark green juice covered it, from a distance, it looked like a sharp sword tied to the broken arm.

hold head high!
Sahara let out a terrifying roar, and jumped out from the grass. He was covered in mottled insect armor, and his face was covered by black armor. He suddenly pulled out the sacrificial knife, and there was no more blood. The wound healed quickly, only A twisted pattern like a centipede was left on the chest.

"Lin Yuanjue caused me to do this. Hiss, I will fight you to the death."

Sahara roared, her forked tongue darting out of her mouth.

His dream of becoming a god was shattered. Once the Dharma Body of Ten Thousand Insects was opened, no matter how hard it was to improve his cultivation in this life, after surviving this calamity, his future realm would plummet like a river.

If you are lucky, you can just find a soul boy to reincarnate and save the calamity after reversing the situation.

But how can one's destiny in this world be determined by one's own thoughts?

Sahara's mind was far away, and he planned to use Huairou Pasture to decide the outcome of the battle.

"The grass is luxuriant and everything is luxuriant. I think it will be an excellent, excellent burial place."

There was an extremely cold feeling in his heart, and the snake-like forked tongue stuck out of his mouth, making a faint sound.

……

boom!
"Another bug?"

Lin Dong smashed the head of the centipede, which was two feet long and had wings like cicada wings, with one punch.

The dark green juice splashed out, corroding the ground and creating holes.

These poisons couldn't hurt him, but he felt disgusted and avoided them.

The crimson light in his sight was like a soaring flame, not far ahead, but the traps of various twisted monster insects laid out along the way made Lin Dong a little anxious.

The high priest of shamanism, Sahara really has some tricks.

Although none of them can be taken out, it can shock people's hearts and set the country like the thunder pool of Quanzhen Taoist.

But if there were another person here, even Shi Dakai would probably fall into his scheme.

The opponent had a physique that surpassed that of a warrior at the level of Gang Jin. Although he used gold paint as a trick, he was still able to hit the target with his fists, throwing out cannonball-like winds.

In terms of Shinto, there is a military formation that is fully capable of confronting Lushan's soldiers and horses, and it can also turn thousands of troops into one, forming a giant military commander. If it weren't for the sharp killing soldiers in the Prison King's Demon Suppression Palace, who knows how long Lin Dong would have to fight fiercely. .

And now, the spells from the witch-gu lineage have successfully hindered Lin Dong's footsteps.

"What a high priest."

Lin Dong's thoughts on bringing the other party into the Temple of the Prison King's Demon Suppressing Palace became more and more serious.

He hasn't had time to explore the depths of the Yin Earth yet, but Gao Laoguai's Yin God has not yet been successfully transformed, and is just suppressing it with all his strength.

He didn't have time to lower his consciousness to the underworld to deal with the other party, so he could only make do with it first, and wait until he killed Concubine Yi and got the affix before he could talk about anything else.

The strong muscular arms were pulled out from the centipede spirit's corpse. Lin Dong's spine was slightly arched and his head was slightly buried, "It's right in front! No matter what trap he is, blow it all up with one punch!" He blew a sharp whistle from his mouth, He stepped hard, kicked hard, and crashed straight into the bulging slope in front of him.

A golden chain came out of his arm and wrapped around his body, embellished with golden flames, like a star dragging its tail flames across the sky.

Sahara looked at the approaching figure. Instead of retreating, he advanced forward. He also strode forward to meet him.

"As soon as the winter snow passes, all things sprout, and the cycle of life and death continues!"

"Let us see who will be buried here today!"

"Who is the real destiny!"

Sahara stepped forward as if facing the scorching sun.

(End of this chapter)