lethal arsenal

Chapter 439 Nine Killings of Boys

"Despicable, so fucking despicable!"

"Why are you so mean, you guys!"

Even though Lin Dong's Qi-nurturing skills had improved a lot as his abilities grew, he was still overcome by the words coming from Sun Chengzong's mouth.

He uttered curse words several times in succession before slowly suppressing the unknown fire in his heart.

Even though Sun Chengzong was scolded a few times, his expression remained calm.

Of course, the old man held the imperial edict's hand tightly behind his back, and the veins on the back of his hand seemed to be jumping.

The middle-aged man following Sun Chengzong, his ears suddenly turned red, and his eyebrows were raised little by little, looking quite majestic.

This man has a strong face and slightly dark skin. He is around thirty-five years old. The dragon energy in his body is as dense as that of Sun Chengzong.

The shadow of a four-clawed dragon can be faintly seen.

The middle-aged man's face darkened, and he was about to shout at Lin Dong.

After all, whether it is a dynasty or a country, it has its destiny.

There are also plagues and the resurrection of the dead.

Although Dorgon fled back to the Kingdom of Jin, the various disasters related to the war did not end.

The birth of Jiang Feng has a certain relationship with the ancient demon god Ying X.

There is only one reason, that is, the demon god is causing trouble and causing chaos.

If external, force majeure factors led to the downfall of the dynasty, the most Lin Dong could do was sigh and say that it was destiny.

Once bitten or scratched, if special medicine is not taken within twelve hours to suppress the corpse poison in the body, it will turn into something similar to a zombie.

Dorgon led an army of 100,000 men to besiege Zhao Lingjiao. Yuan Chonghuan arrived and was on the same page. Relying on the peerless magical power of a half-step immortal, he defeated Dorgon's army with only 3,000 troops.

And the most terrifying thing is the plague.

The middle-aged man lengthened his voice.

Lin Dong snorted coldly but ignored these court ministers and princes at all.

There are three demon gods in total who caused the Jizhen tragedy.

The reason why Lin Dong was furious was because it was related to what Sun Chengzong mentioned.

It is passed from person to person, from soldier to soldier, and also to livestock.

One hundred thousand gold men were chopped into pieces and driven back.

"My king? Humph."

Especially the latter two categories are constantly contagious and spreading in the military camp.

The arsenal previously reminded that the Prisoner Wood Demon’s original name was Jiang Feng.

The living dead will attack their own kind crazily.

Locusts, droughts, and food shortages are everywhere.

Of course, the premise is that Ming Dynasty will not perish.

However, these are not the scariest and most irritating things.

What really chilled Lin Dong was Sun Chengzong's proposal.

This man calmed down a little, but his tone was still suppressed with anger, and he said sternly: "Yishi Lin, the country is in crisis now, don't you think about me, Daming? If there is any way, I can do it." , we won’t use that trick either.”

Sun Chengzong had quick eyes and quick hands. He pressed the middle-aged man's shoulders and shook his head repeatedly.

Along the way, countless golden men fell from their horses, lying dead for thousands of miles.

However, judging from the current situation of the court, immortality is impossible.

Since Sun Chengzong took him with him, if nothing else happens, this guy should be the next monarch of the Ming Dynasty.

However, Ji Zhen is now in a tough fight.

He was actually somewhat aware of the middle-aged man's identity.

"Master Xu Wei is devoted to the country, and I admire him wholeheartedly. As his disciple, why don't you have the slightest awareness of serving the country and the family? If you complain, complaining can solve the problem. If you can roar, roaring can change the situation of the Ming Dynasty. If you can save the fire dragon, then I will bend down and take off your shoes, that’s fine!”

Ji Town is a place.

The voice paused, and the conversation suddenly changed.

This Ying X is Ying Gou.

Ji Town was originally a nine-border military town. It was short of food and clothing. Then it was hit by the locust plague. Without food, coupled with drought, it almost turned into a purgatory. Cannibalism was commonplace.

They are the empress who looks like a Taoist, and he is the one who controls the living corpse.

I think this person should be Zhu Changshou, the Tang king named Chongzhen.

Logically speaking, it should have been a big win.

Drought Demon, controls drought and insect disasters.

The demon god who controls the plague is called Ying Gou, which is the demon god related to the Jianmu Fragments.

When Lin Dong heard the name, he completed the information and the arsenal gave another prompt.

If the fire dragon is strong, the devil will be weak!

Because the Ming Dynasty had Old Man Qingteng and Xu Wei, it actually had various plans as early as the arrival of the Demon God.

The more prosperous the fire dragons of the Ming Dynasty are, the more power the demon god derives from the tribulation energy will be further weakened by the laws of heaven and earth.

It's just that the dragon energy was almost exhausted during the collision between Lin Dong and the Great Freedom Demon.

At this time, it is necessary to replenish the energy of the Great Ming Fire Dragon.

The simplest way is to capture various martial arts masters and fill it with human lives.

There is a furnace deep in the inner court, which can supplement the dragon's energy with the will of the martial arts spirit.

But in the ordinary sense, no innate master could make up for the loss of the fire dragon... Therefore, Sun Chengzong set his sights on Yuan Chonghuan.

That's right, it's the only remaining savior of the Ming Dynasty, Yuan Chonghuan, a master who is half-stepping into the fairyland.

There are four reasons for selecting Yuan Chonghuan.

The first point is that Yuan Chonghuan killed Mao Wenlong in anger, and was good at killing Ming court generals. He killed them without asking the court for instructions, which led to Huang Taiji and Dorgon knocking off the pass. Without the people of Pi Dao, they stopped the Jin people, so that the Jin people Able to use 100% of the strength to attack the Ming Dynasty.

The second point is that Yuan Chonghuan was unable to rush to help, so he patted his chest and promised Emperor Chongzhen that Liao would be pacified in five years.

As a result, the Jin people trampled the capital with their horse hooves, which was an ineffective battle.

The third point is that Chongzhen died after only one year in power. At this time, someone had to be the scapegoat to vent the grievances of the people.

Finally, it was because Yuan Chonghuan's peak immortal fighting power could revive the Great Ming Fire Dragon by killing him alone.

As long as the fire dragon is still alive, the demon's energy will be weakened...

As for finding Lin Dong's reason, it was easy.

Yuan Chonghuan is a majestic peak human being, but the civil and military officials in the capital may not be able to hold him down.

If you don't find a big master to hold the line, what if it goes against you?

Lin Dong knew very well the despicable and dirty thoughts of these people.

"It doesn't matter if the Ming Dynasty is dead, Mr. Sun, if I remember correctly, you and Yuan Chonghuan can be regarded as half-teachers..."

"If the situation is urgent and Sun is needed to fill the gap, Sun will do his part."

Sun Chengzong said with a cold face.

"The same applies to me. If there is no stability in the Ming Dynasty, how can the people of the world have dignity!"

Zhu Changshou then stood up, and the officials behind him also expressed their opinions one after another, showing their determination to be brave and not afraid of death.

"hehe."

Lin Dong snorted softly, tilted his head, and glanced at the faces of these important officials with a pair of big star-like eyes. Those sharp eyes were like knives scraping across their cheeks, causing a burning pain on their faces. .

"Why, you don't have the imperial court in your heart?"

Zhu Changshou ignored Sun Chengzong's obstruction and took a step forward to ask.

Lin Dong lowered his brows, feeling extremely disdainful in his heart, "They usually sit back and talk about their feelings, but when faced with danger, they die to repay the king. There are many people like this in the court. They are incompetent in governing the country and want to die? If I were Yuan Chonghuan, I would have rebelled long ago."

Zhu Changshou came from a good family. He was already the prince of the Ming Dynasty in his early thirties. He may now take control of the Ming Dynasty and become the real dragon emperor. He is also a top-grade warrior...

Sun Chengzong brought him here to keep Lin Dong under control, even though he knew in his heart that he was one of the best in the world.

No matter how emperor-minded he was, he could not hide the unhappiness in his heart. And just this little bit of unhappiness collided with Lin Dong's deep and ruthless thoughts, and problems would immediately arise... Humph, Lin Dong gave him a sidelong glance.

It's just an action of raising eyebrows.

The dragon energy on the civil and military officials has already risen, and all kinds of beasts are trembling.

Zhu Changshou met Lin Dong's eyes and his face turned pale.

"Old man Sun, don't say I don't give you face..."

Lin Dong said in a bad tone.

"With your little strength, trying to deal with Yuan Chonghuan, a peak Martial Saint and a half-step immortal, I think is like throwing an egg against a rock. As long as he doesn't want to, if you all rush forward, you won't be able to suppress him with one hand."

Gudong.

Zhu Changshou swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the shadow of the four-clawed dragon behind him shrank under Lin Dong's momentum...

"Okay, old man, I won't say any more to you, don't mention this matter..."

With a cold word, Lin Dong picked up the little Taoist boy, waved his arm lightly, put Ma Zhenyi's remains into the underworld and left.

"..." Zhu Changshou clenched his fists: "He just left like this?"

"Let's go, let's go back too."

Sun Chengzong waved his sleeves and said.

"What will Yuan Chonghuan do then?"

Zhu Changshou asked with a frown.

"Without Butcher Zhang, wouldn't it be possible to eat pigs with hair on them? Besides, if Yuan Chonghuan doesn't want to, of course we can't do anything about it, but what if he is willing? I know what he is like."

A group of people followed Sun Chengzong's old figure and slowly left.

……

"Let me ask you, are you a Ming person or a Jin person?"

Zhao Shujiao asked coldly.

The city gate was partially opened, and the silence was terrifying.

The strong wind blew away the thick fog and gunpowder smoke, and the smell of gunpowder and tung oil filled the air along the hole in the door.

Through the hole, you can faintly see corpses lying on the stone slabs, as well as Ming soldiers wearing tattered armor standing in the streets and alleys.

These soldiers all had their backs to people and their faces towards the wall.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound.

It was extremely weak, and it looked like some kind of wild beast eating flesh and blood.

Zhao Shujiao raised his eyebrows and said, "You tell me!"

He sat down with his green-haired horse neighing. On his back was a large blood-stained flag, and in his left hand was a large black hooked spear.

Behind the cavalry were dozens of mountain ghosts and gods, and a large group of ghost soldiers.

"Is it important, sir? No matter I am Ming or Jin, in short, the real master of Ming is in the city. The commander-in-chief has given up on us a long time ago."

The guide leading the cavalry spoke in a long voice and answered Zhao's question.

After Dorgon's army pressed in, Yuan Chonghuan arrived, took over the military power, and took command of Zhao Liaojiao.

Later, Yuan Chonghuan was afraid that he would not be able to catch up. After all, the court's reinforcements had not arrived, and he himself came with three thousand light cavalry.

After that, Zhao was ordered to lead the army to hunt down a group of mountain spirits and wild monsters as a supplement to their combat power.

Who would have thought that when Zhao Shujiao finished his work and rushed back, it would be a battlefield like purgatory.

With Ji Town as the center, radiating in all directions, there are deserted villages, Jin soldiers, Ming soldiers, and the corpses of ordinary people.

All you can see are collapsed walls, broken flags, and blood-stained land...

"Huh huh..."

Zhao Shujiao bared his fangs and twitched his long spear. The tip of the spear tore through the air and whipped toward the guide's head.

boom! It was like smashing a watermelon, the head smashed into pieces, and blood mist filled the air.

"Anyone who disrupts the morale of our army should be punished."

He said with red eyes, and then suddenly raised the big gun in his hand, with white and red ticks falling from the tip of the gun.

Zhao Shujiao clamped his horse's belly and shouted: "Everyone, follow me and charge!"

Behind him, there was a wave of black shadows, some of which were shady soldiers who half-borrowed and half-traded with dragon energy from the general's temple.

The other part is the mountain elves and wild monsters.

Plus a demon god, a demon god who is willing to help the Ming Dynasty.

Among them, the mountain spirit is a huge and majestic tiger.

But this tiger has a red fox tail. The most peculiar thing is that the tiger has human-like facial features and seems to have some blood from the ancient god and demon Lu Wu.

Its name is shoulder.

And on the shoulder is the Yin spirit who has been canonized in the General Temple.

Zhao Shujiao used a full sixty carvings of dragon energy as reward.

In addition, there is a senior citizen who is three feet tall.

This is a shaman deep in the mountains, with the blood of gods and demons flowing in his body.

There were an older boy and a younger boy. The younger one sat on the shoulders of the older one. The older one looked like a giant but looked like an old man. He came as invited and spent fifty-six moments of dragon energy.

Belongs to the first-class wild monsters.

Finally, there is a snake-tailed god with a pig body and eight legs. This thing, I wonder if there is something missing in its head. It bluntly says that it is a demon-headed god.

The difference is that he came to save the world.

Mainly to help Mingting fight.

Likewise, it was this demon-headed god who called himself Nine Killers of Boys, who instructed Zhao Zhijiao to go to the ruined General Temple to recruit soldiers and horses.

This god enjoyed the Ming Dynasty Dragon Qi for one hundred and eight moments, not only handing over Yuan Chonghuan's family fortune. In addition, Zhao Shujiao also had other special agreements with Jiu Sha Tongzi. In short, it was Zhao Shujiao who paid an immeasurable price. However, Zhao Shujiao still doesn't understand it yet.

This guy, Kusha Doji, has a pig-like body, eight legs, and a snake-like long tail. He looks like a military commander.

The fierce aura was surging, which could be regarded as Zhao Shujiao's greatest confidence for this trip.

The Yin Spirit soldiers and horses all roared and roared, and the four hooves of the green-haired horses turned up the bloody soil.

As Zhao Lejiao shook the big gun in his hand, he led a group of ghosts, ghosts, and Yin soldiers into the city.

……

"Guishou Li, how long do you think the injured soldiers can last?"

Li Ruolian looks haggard. This is his clone No. 3, a burly and majestic white-haired military commander.

The reason why he has white hair is naturally because his appearance is old.

In fact, this body did come from an old general who was loyal to his country.

Immortal clones cannot be produced for no reason. Even if Li Ruolian is willing to give up himself, he still needs the cooperation of other people to complete the seizure and refining.

If the other party's consciousness and soul don't cooperate, it's impossible to become an external body.

"There is still a glimmer of hope."

Ghost Hand Li sat on the floor tiredly and said.

"If Lin Yuanjue could come here and successfully rescue both Hou Qing and Ying Gou, maybe so many people wouldn't have to die. Otherwise, the two thousand or so soldiers and horses left, together with this city, would be the only one left. All 30,000 people will die. I can still control some of Ying Gou's plague, but the trouble is Houqing Demon God's magic, which turns people into living corpses, and after being bitten, they will also interact with each other. The infection spell... is too fast. To crack it, I will need at least three days if all the medicinal materials are available..."

Ghost Hand Li said while counting his fingers, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Suddenly, he asked again: "By the way, where is Zhao Zhijiao? He hasn't arrived yet. Why is it so slow to do things? I still count on him to collect medicinal materials. Why hasn't he come back yet?"

"He?"

Li Ruolian squinted his eyes, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and looked into the distance: "It should be there soon, right?" His tone of voice was a little erratic.

(End of this chapter)