lethal arsenal

Chapter 420 Generals

The soil, sand and rocks cracked, and dust filled the field. Under the dark night, it was dim again.

Broken flags, broken swords and halberds, and wheels half buried in the soil.

The broken corpses are shocking, broken arms, broken legs, mutilated corpses, all in pieces!

Just now, it seemed like there was a rain of blood.

Scarlet crushed into the mud, and the cries of the Huanglong Village bandits could be heard in the distance.

Huang Lai'er knelt on his knees in the bloody mud, looking at everything with a blank expression.

The hot blood splashed on his face, making his vision red.

And in the scarlet, there are countless corpses, just like purgatory.

The blood snaked along the soil and outlined a few lines of writing - Huanglong answered the order!

Huang Lai'er opened his mouth wide and couldn't make any sound. He only felt as if his throat was locked. Just when he thought he was about to die, a roaring golden dragon actually flew out of the dragon-patterned golden sword. The soul, with its brilliant divine power, actually bit off the head of Yang He, a third-grade official who looked awe-inspiring and upright.

The blood flowers soaring into the sky made Huang Lai'er's mood unable to calm down for a long time even now.

He subconsciously glanced to the left, and Yang He's dead head was still glaring at him with resentment.

The gray face was intertwined with large veins of blue and purple, and his eyes were particularly angry.

At that time, the ferocious golden dragon swooped down, with sharp fangs and a bloody mouth.

After all, Yang He was also a third-rank official in the Ming Dynasty. A majestic aura arose from the cuffs of his left hand and right hand.

That face was covered with dense purple veins.

Two balls of energy flew out of Yang He's sleeves, like Hunyuan spheres, resisting the flying golden dragon.

A hundred-foot-long ravine tore open in the ground beneath his feet.

Yang He was broken by the power of the golden dragon, like a sword cutting through bamboo. He retreated again and again, retreating hundreds of feet. Finally, his energy was exhausted. No longer able to resist, the golden dragon closed its mouth and bit off its head.

Blood flowers rose into the sky.

After that, the golden dragon continued to kill the officers and soldiers, and now there are countless corpses exposed, like a scene in purgatory.

Huang Lai'er felt panicked, his calves softened, and he knelt down. He obviously just wanted to live a better life, but if he killed the court officials, there would be no place in the world for him in the future.

The dragon-patterned golden sword flew into the air and hovered for a while before being inserted straight into the soil, just one step away from Huang Lai'er's left hand.

not far away.

The bandits in Huanglong Village who witnessed Huang Lai'er descending from heaven to slaughter the officers and soldiers roared fiercely, seeming to be celebrating Huang Lai'er.

"How could this be?"

"How did everything happen?"

Huang Lai'er was in a trance, lowering his head and muttering to himself. It wasn't until he saw clearly the line of crooked handwriting formed in the mud by the spread of blood that he finally calmed down a bit.

"Huanglong obeys his orders, I have destiny, destiny."

he whispered.

Sudden.

The man's face emerged from behind Huang Lai'er, a head full of white hair, and his chin rested on Huang Lai'er's shoulder.

The man's lips were close to Huang Lai'er's ear and he whispered: "No one in this world has destiny? The so-called destiny is just a cage to be broken. If you don't understand this, I will end you now."

Cold, chilly, creepy.

When the man spoke, it was as if an eternal piece of ice was behind him.

Rough hands picked up Huang Lai'er's collar and lifted him up.

"Who are you? Who are you."

Huang Lai'er was horrified and wanted to twist his body, but couldn't.

"I, you can call me a general, and I am also the head of millions of demon gods."

The white-haired man responded calmly.

thump.

Huang Lai'er was thrown to the ground by the white-haired man again, "Remember, you are not allowed to kneel down from now on. Not even Huang Tian in this world can make you kneel down. Do you understand?"

Staggering, Huang Lai'er climbed up, and when he turned around, he saw an extremely exaggerated and bizarre scene.

A black hole, far deeper and more profound than darkness, appeared where he was just now.

The black hole is about the size of a washbasin.

The upper body of a white-haired man came out of the black hole. His cheeks were thin and fleshless, and his face seemed to be chopped out with a knife. When you first look at it, it is difficult to remember his appearance, but you can remember the pair of eyes. Dark, slightly golden vertical pupils.

It was a deep amber gold, with black and purple electric flowers flashing at the edge of the black hole.

The man slowly pulled his legs out from the black hole.

"It's really troublesome."

He shook his neck stiffly, his cervical vertebrae creaking, "Pull it out!" The general's voice was sharp. Huang Lai'er was frightened, knowing that he was talking about the golden sword with dragon patterns.

"Yes."

Huang Lai'er said Zhan Weiwei, grabbing the handle of the knife with one hand.

"What is your name?"

"Huang Lai'er."

The two of them asked and answered questions.

"No!"

The general waved his hand, "From today on, your name is Li Zicheng. You can achieve your own success."

……

"Is this the foundation you plan to use to attack Red Dragon Island?"

Lin Dong raised his eyebrows and asked with a quick finger.

At the foot of the Chaishan sect is a mighty Shenwu army. In addition, there are sixty or seventy Chaishan sword disciples in the group. As a condition for retaining the Chaishan orthodoxy, almost all disciples of this generation must join the army and be recruited. Join the Divinity Army.

These disciples are almost all middle-grade martial artists and top-grade martial artists.

Although Chaishan's most precious famous sword was taken away by Lin Dong, even without swords, these disciples are stronger than some green forest heroes.

Compared with the Shenwu Army, it is not bad and fully meets the requirements for enlistment.

In addition to the ordinary iron cavalry, there are also a group of special teams in the Shenwu Army.

At the end of the team, the road was filled with smoke and dust. The leader was an old acquaintance of Lin Dong. He was wearing a shoulder pad with the black bird mark and a strong wind cloak. He was almost ten feet tall. The dense veins on his face were like a glaring King Kong.

This person is none other than Baigui, and he is following the path of a military strategist in body training.

His current appearance is as if he has taken a panacea, and his figure is getting taller and taller.

Behind Baigui was a Taoist priest in Xuanpao, holding a sword and flying into the air. It was Hu Wanyu, the headmaster of Chaishan.

Counting further back, there is a strange man shrouded in black robes, with a third hand suddenly growing out of his back.

Behind the three hands was a cold man who was also wearing a black robe and had a spinning talisman around him. The talisman emits a crisp bird song.

Behind the cold man, there is a big red snake that is more than ten meters long, a human-faced spider with eight legs as big as a basin, and various birds flapping their wings... There are all these, and they are not weak forces after all.

only……

It always looks familiar.

"How's it going? Isn't it great?"

At one end of the hillside, Li Ruolian, carrying a big bow with horns on his back, grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

This is Ding Si, the incarnation of Li Ruolian Xing Si.

Ding Sichou is a bit ugly, but his teeth are really white.

Lin Dong pointed his finger at the troops below and said seriously: "Aren't those people in black robes all your incarnations?"

"Hey, you saw it."

Ding Si'er touched the back of his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"You are still powerful. One body can be transformed into ten. Each clone has its own unique ability. At worst, it is innate. If you had spent the energy of transforming into ten bodies on your cultivation, I am afraid you would have broken into the human fairyland long ago. Bounded."

Lin Dong said with some emotion.

"How can it be so easy, human immortal? Let alone human immortal, if I can break into the Martial Saint, I can't wait to beg my grandpa and grandma."

Ding Si'er said with a wry smile. "Haha, it's not that bad."

Lin Dong smiled and took over the conversation.

"That……"

The voice paused, "I'll rely on you in Fugu County, right?" Ding Si'er said again.

"I just took a look. It's not certain whether it will work. Besides, I really don't think it would be so bad if Li Zicheng destroyed the capital? The ministers of the Ming Dynasty are immoral. They have neither the ability to govern the country nor the ability to do anything. Keep What are these ignorant ministers doing? Among all the ministers in the temple, who really cares about the lives and deaths of the people?"

"Those people at the bottom live worse than pigs and dogs. I think it would be best if the Ming Dynasty perished."

Lin Dong said casually.

"The teacher is indeed right to choose you to be Qinglong. Your idea is very dangerous. In addition to killing the demon god, I'm afraid that if I don't leave several other tasks to you, it will be counterproductive."

Ding Si'er's face looked uncertain.

"It's not whether it's dangerous or not, but if you don't do it well, you deserve to be damned. Procrastination will only hurt the people. Is there a three-hundred-year-old dynasty in the world?"

Lin Dong asked back.

"..."

Ding Si was speechless.

"Okay, let's leave it at that. See you then."

After Lin Dong finished speaking, he planned to drive the Nine Fire Flame Dragon to the Fugu Land to have a look.

"Hey, Yuanjue..."

Li Ruolian suddenly stopped Lin Dong.

"how?"

Lin Dong asked.

"Well, it's okay."

Ding Si'er smiled reluctantly.

The leader of the Mahayana Sect, Gong Changzhenren, and the owner of Chilong Island, Ding Si'er was somewhat unsure of what to do.

But depending on Lin Dong's temper, he might not be willing to help him.

Therefore, Ding Si'er didn't even bother to say a word about this incarnation of Li Ruolian at this time...

When you think about being rejected, there is no point in asking.

However, Lin Dong seemed to know what he was thinking, "Don't worry, if you are really in trouble, just tell me and I will come to help." For no other reason than the friendship between Li Ruolian and the Red Dragon Sword. , Lin Dong was also willing to help him.

Lin Dong patted Li Ruolian's shoulder and said, "Let's go!" The next moment, he stood up from the ground.

……

Huanglong Village?

A large flag floated in the air, stained with blood, which was quite eye-catching.

In less than ten days, 18 villages were gathered, and Lin Dong found Li Zicheng without even asking for traces.

I have already met Zhang Xianzhong and confirmed the identity of the other demon god.

So, what kind of surprise will Li Zicheng bring?

Could that guy also be a demon god?

With some curiosity, Lin Dong came to the door.

Huanglong Village is located in a valley. Rather than saying that they are bandits, the people in the village are more accurately described as a group of refugees with sallow faces and hungry stomachs.

Lin Dong came alone. Even though he was dressed luxuriously, he was still stared at by these refugees from a distance.

Clusters of black arrows pointed at Lin Dong.

The red eyes of the bandit on the sentry post revealed a strong desire to attack.

Swish.

The bowstring sounded loudly and arrows flew.

Three iron arrows were fired at Lin Dong in a finished shape. As long as an ordinary martial artist had not crossed the threshold of the sixth level, these iron arrows would be enough to drink a pot.

The problem is that what they encountered was a terrifying demon god.

"Suffer death, bastard."

The archer on the sentry post grinned, as if he saw the enemy being pierced by iron arrows.

Lin Dong didn't even bother to glance at these wastes. He clenched his fist and struck out with a fierce blow. A pillar of golden and red fire spurted out from his fist.

The hot flames turned the flying arrows into charred pieces, as well as the three-foot-high sentry tower behind and the archers on the tower.

The castration of the pillar of fire still did not stop.

The sentry tower braving the blazing flames collapsed directly, "Ahhhh!" A series of shrill screams rang out, and in just a few breaths, all the bandits in front of the village were killed.

Huhu.

Lin Dong blew the whistle and felt much better.

To be honest, the Eighteen Villages where Li Zicheng raised his troops would be somewhat disappointing if only to this extent.

However, it is normal to think about it. There are not so many masters in the world.

Slowly walking towards the valley, a large group of buildings came into view.

It was almost the prototype of a village. In addition to the sentry tower with armed archers, there were some decaying fortress walls around it. There was a hole in the center of the wall, which was roughly the size of a large gun that could be inserted.

The golden red flames raged, and the thieves, all on fire, ran towards the few wells in the entire village.

"The person who killed me? Who are you!"

A sharp sonic boom swept through, and anger spread.

A vicious fist pierced the air, brought up layers of sound waves, and hit Lin Dong hard.

boom!

The weight of the fist made Lin Dong raise his eyebrows.

"The peak of Xiantian, a half-step martial saint?"

Almost to the extent that Wei Zhongxian didn't use his back tricks, he was already a master beyond the worldly sense.

The opponent's punch and sonic boom instantly blocked the raging flames.

Lin Dong flicked his wrist.

A little spark.

Huang Lai'er, who was wearing a black armor, flew backwards, with residual fire lingering in the gaps in the armor. How fast he came, how violent the castration was.

The blast shattered several houses with mud walls.

Lin Dong flicked his wrist and slowly turned around.

He was fully capable of tearing off the attacker's arm just now, but behind him, the cold, almost solid, killing intent that froze the air stopped him from thinking that way.

Unlike the attacker, standing behind Lin Dong was a white-haired man.

This man's cheeks were thin, and only his golden eyes, like those of a lion and a tiger, added a bit of aura, coquettishness and evil.

【Discover the Demon God! General, please eliminate the head of one hundred and eight demon gods as soon as possible. 】

What was different from before was that Lin Dong hadn't even opened the Axis Control Eye yet, and the arsenal prompt popped up first.

Demon God? And he is also the boss among them...

call.

Lin Dong took a deep breath, meeting such a heavyweight guy so early.

Is the Underworld Ghost Mother powerful enough?

But he also doesn't have the title of Leader of the Demon God on his head.

General? Zombie King.

A god and demon that rarely appears in ancient books, but occasionally appears in records of gangsters and unofficial histories.

I didn't expect it to actually exist.

"You are so powerful."

Lin Dong raised his thumb and joked.

(End of this chapter)