lethal arsenal

Chapter 376 Five Lightning Rectification!

Xu Tianxiong looked a little solemn, biting his lip gently, looking at Lin Dong's back, his brows furrowed.

She couldn't understand why her senior brother had become a stranger overnight.

After swallowing the dragon ball, I always felt that my senior brother had become a different person.

I don’t think there’s anything bad about it. I seem to be more sensible than before, and I don’t have any of the bad habits I had before.

But it's so unfamiliar.

If the fire dragon falling from the sky can be used to fend off the dragon ball, then summoning a group of generals and soldiers from the underworld... "My foster father has no such ability? Is he still a senior brother?" One thought after another swirled in my mind, It won't fade away for a long time.

Xu Tianxiong watched with complicated emotions as Lin Dong held his big hand and his little one, pulling the little Taoist boy, slowly walking into the yellow mist that filled the sky.

Lin Dong's lingering voice still echoed in the air.

"You guys wait for me here, come as soon as you go."

The sound gradually disappeared.

……

The yellowing mist broke apart layer by layer. Lin Yan moved his hand, and Taotie's shadow floated behind him. All the fog around him was swallowed up by the shadow.

The yellow fog that filled the sky gathered and dissipated, and the howling of the strong wind could be faintly heard in my ears.

His vision was filled with yellow mist. He snapped his fingers, and a flame burst out from his thumb. However, the flame was suppressed by an invisible restriction around him, making him unable to raise his head.

"Array."

Lin Dong murmured in a low voice. At his level, he could clearly feel that Huang Wu's power was arranged according to a certain pattern between heaven and earth, but it was a pity that he could not find the pattern.

The little Taoist priest's fingers tightened a bit.

"You've turned into a ghost, why are you still so cowardly?"

Lin Dong joked casually.

Woo woo woo.

The roar of the ghost soldiers came through the wind, and the shadowy yellow mist was full of shadowy ghosts one after another. Dots of green fire floated back and forth in the mist.

The yellow mist kept rolling, and it seemed that there was some kind of existence further ahead that made thousands of water ghosts fearful.

"It's a mountain spirit, not an ordinary ghost."

Xiao Daotong said stubbornly, emphasizing his identity.

Lin Dong lowered his head and smiled at him, and warned, "Be careful."

Then he walked deeper into the mist, and the little Taoist subconsciously almost closed his eyes.

"Excuse me, give way."

Lin Dong patted the shoulder of the underworld water ghost in front of him.

The underworld water ghost holding the gun suddenly paused as he stepped forward. Not only that, but the thousands of ghost soldiers around him slowly turned their heads, "He can see it!"

"I can see it."

"I can see it!"

There was a rustling whisper.

"Can you see me?"

The Yellow Spring Water Ghost, who was facing Lin Dong, said in surprise.

This is a young soldier who died tragically. His left eye is a hollow eye socket, and a green will-o'-the-wisp is beating in the eye socket. His right eye is pierced by an arrow. His armor is torn and his body is charred, probably from being burned by fire.

The most bizarre thing is the flowing water. The yellow-brown spring water flows out from the wound, like pools of blood.

"What do you think?"

Lin Dong grinned, and then shouted, "Get out!" A roar that was louder than the roar of thousands of troops.

Thousands of ghost soldiers were startled at first, and then crowded towards Lin Dong.

Some are headless, some have broken arms, some have lost their hearts, some have been disemboweled, and their intestines are flowing all over the floor. The only thing these ghosts have in common is the sticky and dripping yellow-brown spring water on their bodies... ...The will-o'-the-wisps floating in the mist were beating wildly, as if they had encountered some kind of provocation.

hold head high!
  The Taotie turned into a black abyss. After roaring, the abyss continued to expand, eating the mist all over the sky.

In the blink of an eye, a huge hole was dug through.

Lin Dong didn't beep too much. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and a giant flaming hand appeared in the air. This was the remaining power of the Nine Fire Flame Dragon. Even the fire dragon could make it lifelike. For Lin Dong, a big flaming hand was , is also a breeze.

The big golden hand suddenly covered it.

Thousands of water ghosts howled in unison in the flames.

"Give you a face, right?"

Lin Dong bared his teeth and his face was full of evil aura.

Although the number of people he had killed were not as high as the one in front of him, if you really want to talk about it, Lin Dong's ferocity and viciousness were something that even these low-level ghost soldiers couldn't catch up with after ten thousand years of training.

Countless ghosts were turned into charcoal, and groups of ghost soldiers scattered in all directions, leaving an avenue in the middle.

Lin Dong was wearing Liuhuo, holding the Taoist boy in one hand, and slowly walked towards the center of the Jutian Formation.

Firelight danced in the fog.

The further you go in, the greater the pressure from all around you. Waves of demonic mist emerge, and from time to time, one or two generals named Yasha and a red-faced ghost king wrapped in will-o'-the-wisps appear.

Either a pig-faced Taoist, or a demon boy with red lips and white teeth, each with an evil look on his face, his facial features dripping with yellow water, and the water droplets are sticky, giving him a certain atmosphere.

Lin Dong either attacked with golden lava-like flames, or used the strength of his fist to penetrate it and break it into pieces.

Or you can shoot them with sword balls and walk all the way to the center, which is not too dangerous.

In the yellow mist, thunder and purple plasma formed, and there were endless rumbling sounds that shook the sky.

Every time a strange monster pokes its head out of the mist, it will be struck down by the angry thunder and turned into ashes. The mighty and majestic figure, which was three feet high, stood tall. The generals of the Lei Department were like towering hills, filling the end of Lin Dong's sight.

Surrounded by countless Lei tribe generals, a skinny old man meditating stood out.

"Ma Zhenyi, Ma Dianxian?"

Lin Dong asked.

The old man in gray robe slowly opened his eyes and said expressionlessly: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I brought people from your dharma lineage."

Lin Dong mentioned casually, first took off the ring from his neck, stuffed it into the little Taoist priest's hand, and then pushed the little Taoist priest in front of Ma Zhenyi.

The little Taoist boy stared blankly at Ma Zhenyi, looking at this patriarch-like figure whom he had only seen in calligraphy and paintings, and was speechless for a long time.

"..."

"..."

They looked at each other and were speechless.

"Ahem, Lao Dao, Lao Tao, there are candied haws here, do you want to eat them?"

As if by magic, his apparently indifferent expression suddenly disappeared, and Dianxian Ma Shinichi actually pulled out a bunch of candied haws from his sleeve robe. They were bright red and very beautiful.

The little Taoist boy opened his mouth, shook his head slightly and said, "I'm not hungry."

"it is good."

Ma Zhenyi's face was like a pool of spring water blooming from the surface of a broken ice lake.

"Good boy, which lineage are you descended from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Ma Zhenyi asked softly again.

"Morality leads to profound tranquility, truth always maintains Taiqing, one sun comes to restore the original, and the combined teachings are eternally enlightened. Disciple Fang Yuanjue has met the ancestor."

The little Taoist boy patted his sleeves, took two steps forward, knelt down with a plop, bang bang bang, and kowtowed three times and nine times.

"Yuanjue?"

Ma Zhenyi stroked his beard and looked a little dazed.

He whispered softly: "I didn't expect that disciples of my lineage could come back from three to four hundred years later. This is the Thirty-Six Methods of Tiangang, which mediates creation, reverses yin and yang, and returns to heaven and the sun. Okay, okay .”

Dianxian Ma Zhenyi said two good words in succession.

"Good boy, thank you for your hard work, but in the future will your Dharma lineage be exhausted?"

He gently helped the little Taoist boy up, without even the slightest doubt about his identity or whether he was a swindler.

"The world has changed suddenly, and the Dharma lineage has been cut off. In order to continue the Dharma lineage, master and senior brother suffered disasters one after another. I am the only one left to continue the incense of the Taoism."

The little Taoist priest nodded heavily.

"That's how it is. There is no eternal inheritance in the affairs of this world. In the age of the end of the Dharma, humanity cannot tolerate the divine way, and it is natural law that the Dharma lineage will be destroyed. However, since you have come here, you should continue my Dianxian Taoism, my child. , are you willing to go home with me?"

Ma Zhenyi asked with a kind face.

Just when Lin Dong thought that the little Taoist boy would agree without hesitation, the little Taoist priest actually turned around with a serious look on his face, knelt down on his knees towards Lin Dong, bang bang bang, kowtowed twice and six times, and solemnly said: "Thank you very much. The general protected me and sent me back to this world. The general was so kind and kind that Yuan Jue will never forget it."

At the same time, the reminder from the arsenal came again.

[The setting sun of the Empire! The final stage mission of Trail of the Demon God begins! 】

[Name: Five Thunder Zhengfa! 】

[Explanation [-]: You successfully brought the young Taoist priest to meet Taoist Jianxian in the late Ming Dynasty, continuing the lineage of Baiyun Temple! You will get a thunder word interpretation seal! To kill all the evil spirits! During the period of holding the Thunder Seal, please eliminate as many demon gods as possible. If the mission is successful, the quality of the Thunder Seal will be improved. If the mission fails, there will be no penalty. 】

[Explanation [-]: Infinite Universe, Searching in Ten Directions, Thunder Word Interpretation and Derived Quality Blue Affixes. Every time a demon god is destroyed, a thunder mark will be awarded, and the quality of the affix will be improved. Kill thirty-six demon-headed gods and upgrade to cyan quality - the five thunder seals! Killed one hundred and eight demon-headed gods and upgraded to the purple quality Five Thunder Mark of Righteous Dharma! Order the generals of the Lei Department! 】

……

Hearing this, Lin Dong's brows suddenly raised.

At the same time, Dian Xian Ma Zhen pinched his fingers to calculate his fate, his face became troubled, and he muttered repeatedly: "Cause and effect are too big, too big."

Paused.

The old Taoist priest Ma Zhenyi sighed softly, and finally said: "General escorts my disciples, mediates time and space, and reverses yin and yang. Please accept my courtesy."

After saying that, he bowed fiercely to Lin Dong.

"what's the situation?"

Before Lin Dong could react, the thirty-six thunder generals standing in the heavy fog all over the sky all shouted loudly.

"Ray comes!"

The roar was deafening, more exaggerated than a thousand thunders exploding in the ears.

At that moment, Lin Dong felt as if his eardrums were being torn apart, and the dense clouds accumulated by the underworld's water vapor were being torn apart layer by layer.

Above the sky thousands of miles away, an extremely bright beam of light is projected down, no matter what is true or false, no matter what is inside or outside the formation.

The bright sky light illuminates the entire gloomy Huangquan, as if the aurora halo of the Arctic Circle is spreading.

Lin Dong was like a duckweed hit by a heavy rain, opening his hands to welcome the baptism of thunder.

Hundreds of miles away, in a group of white buildings, a mysterious veiled woman suddenly flew up from her throne, looking up at the feast of fireworks that spread out in a circle and swept everything away.

In the center of the diffuse aperture, the purest light has the power to destroy everything, but also seems to contain the vitality of all things.

"Five Thunders?"

The expression on the mysterious woman's veil suddenly changed color.

(End of this chapter)