lethal arsenal

Chapter 370 Golden Nightmare

Chapter 370 Golden Nightmare
  Lin Dong plunged into the mirage dragon's mouth, and he felt that the speed of his fall was getting faster and faster.

When it fell, it was like an out-of-control bolide.

The surroundings are filled with yellowing mist, misty and misty, neither touching the sky nor touching the ground. The endless mist surges, thick and viscous, and full of eroding tension.

The Nine Fire Flame Dragon Guards were sizzling around Lin Dong. After being wiped out by the yellow mist, they were replenished in an instant, and strands of golden aura emerged from Lin Dong's skin.

The essence of the source of the flame is the purest faith of more than a thousand white-haired killers in the vast Yin Earth.

The speed of the yellow mist suddenly accelerated, and the fire dragon extinguished and then rose again, as if there was an inexplicable existence trying to compete with Lin Dong.

"I can go to your uncle."

Lin Dong realized that he was probably trapped in some kind of formation.

As for his method of dealing with formations, he had always used force to defeat them. As soon as he thought about it, a Taotie shadow appeared behind Lin Dong.

The gluttonous beast swallows the sky. It grows in the stomach, has a sheep body and a human face, tiger teeth and human claws, and the eyes are under the armpits. It suddenly opens its mouth like an abyss.

"hold head high!"

Endless yellow mist surged towards the abyss-like mouth.

……

"Old Heavenly Master, Old Heavenly Master, Xiaolong has been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years. Why don't you take pity on me and let me live?"

"Why do you need to kill them all!"

In the turbulent black river, a monster that looked like a dragon shouted.

The evil beast kept rolling, and every time the dragon's tail slapped the water, it would splash high waves.

Under the spray, there seemed to be thousands of dead souls roaring in confusion and chaos.

In the dark clouds, the old man in gray robe heard the words of the evil beast in the black water, but he was indifferent. He pinched the magic with his fingers, and another thunder pillar fell.

With a rumble, dozens of feet of black water surged up, forming a wall of water trying to block it.

However... the water condenses into a wall. No matter how fast the spell is cast, how can it be faster than the thunder and lightning that can be emitted by just thinking.

The white thunder struck the evil beast hard, and the monster froze and quickly buried its head into the black water.

Blue-purple plasma surged on the river, and a dull sound came out of the river.

"Old Heavenly Master, you don't know what's going on. If Xiaolong dies, none of the people on the mirage platform will survive. Their lives are all caused by you. If you don't kill Boren, Boren will die because of you. "

The old man in gray robe stroked his beard and pondered for a moment: "First of all, I am not an old master, I am just an old fool and an old lunatic. Second, these people are greedy and have been blinded by desire for a long time. It would be better if they died. , the world will be more peaceful after death.”

There was a sincere smile on the old man's cold face, and it was obvious that what he said came from the bottom of his heart.

"..."

The evil beasts in the black river glared angrily, but for a moment they didn't know what to say.

"That's all, I'll give you a ride."

The old man in gray robe clasped his hands together, holding a talisman in his palm, "Heavenly soldiers and generals, quickly summon them."

With a soft drink, the clouds behind the gray-robed old man began to change.

The blue-violet thunder slurry rolling in the dark clouds became rich, and the gushing arc of light was astonishingly powerful.

A tall and righteous god appeared in the thunder and lightning, forming a row and gathering behind the old man in gray robe.

There are those who wear red robes, hold jade pendants, and wear lotus crowns on their heads; there are those who have wings on their backs and have indigo faces with thunderous mouths; there are also female fairies with their hair in high buns and tied with colorful pearls; or there are unicorns on their sides, majestic and majestic. The god of war.

There are all kinds of people, including men and women, swords, guns, swords and halberds, etc. In short, at least half of the thirty-six generals of the Lei Department are here.

The old man is obviously the shortest and thinnest, only waist-high with the gods, but under the background of the gods of the thunder department, he looks more and more calm and dignified.

This side of the mirage platform.

Both Wei Zhongxian and Youquan and his wife looked at the towering figures in the clouds in shock. Besides being shocked, they were also deeply wary.

As for the rest of the Taiping Inn, except for a few, such as Xu Tianxiong who is protected by ghost-hand Li, Shen Lian, who is sitting in a wheelchair and is worse than death, unable to move, is holding an ink-colored flower in his hand, his lips are turned out, and he is born with squinted eyes. The ugly ghost, as well as the real Chixia who walks the world with a sword...the others are already red-eyed. Among them, the fight between the twelve bandits of Tianzhu was the most brutal.

Arms were broken, noses were chopped off, and brothers and sisters killed each other for gold, silver, and jewelry.

The leader, whose head was crushed, was still holding on to the gold in the weeds.

This group of people has completely lost their rationality at this moment.

Another group of people wearing large cloaks and holding weapons were also fighting indiscriminately.

Xu Tianxiong held a dagger, and together with Ghost Hand Li, guarded the little Taoist priest inside.

Ghost Hand Li holds a needle in both hands, a golden needle in one hand to destroy evil spirits, and a silver needle in one hand to save the world. The golden needle is mainly for killing, while the silver needle is to provide a little help to those who have not completely lost their minds.

Because Xu Tianxiong had taken the elixir prepared by Ghost Hand Li in advance, he was not bewitched by gold and silver, and his eyes remained clear.

"Kill! Kill them all, kill them all, kill everyone else, and I will be yours."

"Gold, gold, I am gold."

"What do you mean by brothers? They care about your food, your housing, your clothes, their clothes, and your play with beautiful women. Even if they care about you, can you feel at ease if the gold is in his hands?"

"The life of the poor is called hard."

"A beggar sleeping is called poverty."

"When a beggar dances, he is poor and happy, not really happy."

"Mouse moving, that's called poverty. Of all the sins in the world, poverty is the original sin. Of all the good things in the world, only gold is good. We are the only ones who will treat you with sincerity and care. With money, you will be the emperor." Son, if you don’t have money, you just..."

The nagging demonic sound filled my ears, and the gleaming gold submerged in the abandoned and dilapidated buildings seemed to have a thousand small mouths, each of which was whispering...

Blood splattered on the mirage, and broken arms and legs danced together.

There was a murderer with red eyes who rushed towards Xu Tianxiong and his group, and he could only lift the sharp scimitar in his hand.

bang.

In the dark clouds, the old man in gray robe flipped his hand, and several bucket-sized blue and purple thunder balls fell.

hold head high!
  The gods of the thunder tribe roared together, thunder roared in the dark clouds, and huge thunderballs, like raindrops, were dense and concentrated, hitting the evil beasts hiding at the bottom of the black water river.

"die!."

The evil beast roared hoarsely, and several huge whirlpools appeared on the surface of the Black River.

The whirlpool kept turning, and at the moment when the thunderball tore through the river surface, one after another staggering ghost soldiers emerged from the whirlpool.

When the Mongols and Xixia fought a bloody battle in Lingzhou, the Xixia Kingdom, which claimed to have [-] soldiers, filled it with [-] heads of good men.

What's even more terrifying is that with the late Emperor of Western Xia, he retreated to Heishui City.

A so-called sudden accident drove the Mongolian nobles collectively crazy, eventually causing more than a million people to be buried in the Heihe River, which once turned the water of the Heihe River red.

Xixia was not subjugated as a country, but as a nation and species.

The Blackwater River is called a river, and its actual area is the same as the sea. Millions of creatures are buried in it.

Ghost soldiers in tattered clothes walked out of the whirlpool, slowly, then quickly, and finally densely packed together, trying to resist the thunderball alone, constantly consuming the power of the thunderball through the power of ghosts.

In the dark clouds, the old man in gray robe couldn't help but stare at the thousands of mournful souls, with a trace of unbearability flashing in his eyes.

Among the densely falling thunderballs, there will always be one or two that accidentally fly to the mirage table.

The stubborn man who raised his machete to kill Xu Tianxiong was unable to dodge and was hit by the sudden thunderball. A plume of white smoke floated up, leaving only a bottomless hole in the stone slab.

When Youquan and his wife saw this scene, they broke out in cold sweat.

The two old demons had something in their minds. Mr. Quan shook his head gently at Mrs. You, opened his mouth silently, but said again - the time has not come yet.

(End of this chapter)

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