lethal arsenal

Chapter 389 Is it a blessing or a curse?

"Jia 1, Yi 2, Bing 3, Ding 4, Wu 5, Ji 6, Geng 7, Xin 8, Ren 9, Gui 10, the Human Emperor Pill has made me successful, and has also differentiated into ten clones... There are took away my voice..."

"Some took away my face...hands, feet, different abilities...and eventually became immortal. Not immortal, but able to die ten times."

"My legend is everywhere."

"In just one year, Renjiu and Jiliu have already fallen."

The two Li Ruolian said bitterly at the same time.

You and I will explain the situation clearly.

"No wonder..."

Lin Dong's words were stuck in his throat and he didn't know what to say. Normally, no one would be willing to divide himself into ten parts and then differentiate into ten different selves, each of which only retains a part of the past.

"What about thoughts? Will two independent personalities conflict? And who will take the lead?"

Lin Dong touched his chin and asked a question before letting the two Li Ruolian into the yard.

"There will be conflicts, but very few."

"What dominates everything is not the thoughts of a certain clone, but the plan, act according to orders, and be loyal to the Ming Dynasty."

The ugly Li Ruolian and the white-faced Li Ruolian are talking to each other again.

"Then what do you two call each other?"

The voice paused.

"Junior sister, serve tea."

Lin Dong shouted towards the back room.

Ghost Hand Li Zai asked Dingxian Ma Zhenyi for medical advice, and the two teamed up to investigate the customs and customs of the border.

Hundreds of ghosts were locked up in the woodshed, still sleeping, without eating or drinking, and their bodies were supported entirely by a stream of essence.

Lin Dong's junior sister, Xu Tianxiong, was mending clothes in the room. Hearing Lin Dong's shout, he immediately took action.

"I am Bingsan and he is Dingsi."

Li Ruolian, who had a white face and was so pale that there was no trace of blood, introduced him like this.

Lin Dong nodded with understanding and thought about it, Ding Si, the very ugly Li Ruolian, said that he wanted to give him a gift.

So...Bingsan is here to give a gift?

Lin Dong frowned.

"check it out."

While talking, Bingsan untied the wooden box on his back. The moment he opened the lid, a red glow came out.

This is a sword with a red dragon swallowing blade.

The scabbard is a cinnabar-red color that can ward off ghosts and exorcise evil spirits. It is intertwined with pieces of painted metal. The material cannot be seen, and it looks like stretched dragon scales.

When he pulled it out, he saw that there was a ball of magnificent red clouds on the sword blade, and there were little golden traces in the red clouds, like stars.

Lin Dong knew this thing. It was ranked seventh among the heavenly materials and earthly treasures collected by Jin Yiwei - Taiyi Fine Gold.

Generally speaking, it is used to refine sword pills. It is only used for talisman sacrificial swords. It is too extravagant to use it to make full-body swords.

The blade of the sword is just over two feet long, and the center of the hilt is engraved with a series of irregular celestial symbols symbolizing fire.

The tail end is carved into a dragon tail...

"This...is this a gift for me?"

Lin Dong was a little surprised. He gently stroked the sword body, which was a bit prickly. He could still feel that the sword was constantly struggling, like an angry dragon that refused to surrender.

There are also talismans posted on the hilt of the sword at this moment, which are obviously used to suppress this sword. In terms of divine power, it is almost as good as the ancient sword of Tianquan.

"A sword matches a hero. It's not that no one in the court saw what you did. You just followed the order and it's not convenient for you to help. Besides, if you don't help me this time, Youquan and his wife alone will be enough for us to drink a pot." ”

Ding Si said solemnly.

These words made Lin Dong feel warm in his heart, even though he lamented the misfortune of the Ming Dynasty in another time and space, hated it, and looked down upon it.

But at this moment, I was undoubtedly somewhat moved.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Lin Dong grabbed it and weighed it in his hand. This sword was quite heavy, far heavier than ordinary swords.

"The ancient sword was named Chilong. When it fell into the hands of the Chaishan Sect, it was renamed Chixia to avoid taboos. Later, it was mixed with Taiyi fine gold. The sword can be made large or small. If it is assisted by the Chaishan Sect's secret technique, it can turn into a ball. Xiaguang, absorbed into the soul..."

Halfway through the sentence. Bingsan had a look of horror on his face, and the sword trembled, buzzed, and screamed fiercely on Lin's hand.

After a moment, Lin Dong opened his mouth and swallowed, and a phantom of a red dragon was shot from the sword...

[Holding the Pivot Pose·Reverse Sword of Life and Death (Progress 3/9)]

Bah.

Lin Dong wiped the corner of his mouth, threw it away, and took Chixia, which had turned into mortal iron, into the yin earth space.

"you……"

Bing San was still a little surprised, but Ding Si had seen Lin Dong look like this and was not surprised at all.

"Drink tea, drink tea."

At this moment, Xu Tianxiong served the tea, and Lin Dong invited the two of them to sit down in the living room.

"Qinglong, what are your plans next?"

Bingsan asked as he picked up the tea cup.

"Of course I am chasing the Prisoner Wood Demon. There are three fragments of Jianmu. One of them resides in Wei Zhongxian's body and turns into the Demon God Prisoner Wood Demon himself. However, in order for it to completely regain its strength, the calamity energy is just one piece. On the other hand, we also need to find two other pieces of building wood..."

After coughing and clearing his throat, Lin Dong continued: "Dianxian Ma Zhenyi told me that one of the fragments of building wood is now in Zhongdu, that is, Shuntian Mansion."

"Shuntian Mansion?"

Ding Si took over the conversation with a solemn expression.

……

The last trace of red clouds dispersed from the sky.

The wind is like iron, flying sand is like knives, and poisonous scorpions are crawling in the sand dunes. There used to be a four-story inn here, but after a war, it has been razed to the ground.

The poisonous scorpion kept digging into the sand, seemingly finding food.

Right now.

A big, cracked hand suddenly emerged from the ground.

His big hand broke through the sand, and with a sharp squeeze, the black poisonous scorpion claws were reduced to a puddle of flesh.

A man with a red spine broke out of the sand.

Inches of chapped skin, dry lips, and mud-like poisonous scorpion meat were stuffed into the mouth of the man and chewed. The man also had a ferocious wooden mask on his face.

The wood was painted with oil paint, and the fangs poked out from the big mouth. Only a pair of eyes were relatively clear.

"Jingwei Sword, Lin Yuanjue..."

"I am coming."

The man snarled angrily.

"Shen Lian, Shen Lian..."

Suddenly, another voice came from the man's mouth.

"The first level of martial arts, the nine levels and the four realms, the first level is the innate, after the innate, it can be called a saint. The Martial Saint is across the sky, within a short distance, everyone is in the enemy's country, but within an inch, I am invincible! However, above the Martial Saint, there are The third realm... is called the God of Martial Arts. He can crush the sky and become a god in martial arts. There is also a saying in the world that he is called the Human Immortal."

"How about you help me find Qi Jianmu, and I will help you reach the top of the martial arts and become a human immortal? Let alone Lin Yuanjue, who is so lucky, even if he is at the peak of Dongxuan, the sixth level of Thunder Tribulation, or even The great masters of rank seven and eight are as good as slaughtering chickens, what do you think..."

The hoarse and deep voice turned out to be the old voice of the Prisoner Wood Demon.

It turned out that this person was Shen Lian who escaped. Now it seems that he had another adventure. He had broken through to the innate realm, but he was entangled with the Prisoner Wood Demon. Whether it was a blessing or a curse was still unknown.

At this moment, the two souls are one, making it hard to tell who is who.

"How are you doing?"

Shen Lian asked.

"Go to Shuntian Mansion. There is what we are looking for there."

Prisoner Wood Demon suggested.

"Shuntian Mansion?"

Shen Lian murmured to himself.

Immediately afterwards, he exerted force under his feet and kicked hard. There were layers of explosions in the sand, and hundreds of feet of yellow sand were stirred up in an instant.

Shen Lian's figure was projected towards the northwest like a shooting star.

(End of this chapter)