lethal arsenal

Chapter 463 The Third Prince Long
That night.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of drums was as dense as raindrops. Zhang Xianzhong got on his horse, followed by the Daxi cavalry brought out behind him.

The cavalry moved to the beat of drums, and the clash of armor plates was heard.

Zhang Xianzhong wears a phoenix-winged tassel on his head. The red tassels standing on the top are fluttering in the wind, and their color is as red as blood.

"Eight hundred!"

"I only want 800, and 800 dead soldiers will accompany me..."

Zhang Xianzhong roared, his voice echoing in the bamboo forest.

Swish, swish, swish. In addition to the sound of the wind blowing the bamboo leaves, the sound of the cavalry under his command roared and shouted: "We are willing to follow the lord to the death!"

The roar of the tiger shook the sky, and the bloody smoke shot straight into the sky.

"it is good!"

Zhang Xianzhong thought twice and chose to play Huang Chao's trump card.

Zhang Xianzhong whispered softly, and after a slight hesitation, he immediately made up his mind.

Zhang Xianzhong and Huang Chao share the fate of the killing star, so there is a certain connection.

"Brother, I dare you to lend me some troops, foolish brother."

At that time, Zhang Xianzhong was still the Lord of the Seven Killers in Heaven.

Arhat Mulian saved his mother and released eight million hungry ghosts. Ksitigarbha's mount Titing cut off the corpse of a lifetime and turned it into a yellow nest.

"Huang Chao."

When Huang Chao started his killing spree, it was Zhang Xianzhong who, by virtue of his position, helped Huang Chao get through the first three levels and avoid death.

What is written on the scabbard is - Bullfighting with great vigor, Ban Chao writes to ennoble a marquis, but with only three thousand soldiers in front of the horse, he dares to seize the four hundred states of the Tang Dynasty!

As he spoke, Zhang Xianzhong raised his head slightly on horseback, held a knife in his left hand, cut the palm of his right hand horizontally, recited a mantra and swore in his mouth, saying: "I am borrowing 800 grass-head soldiers to hunt dragon beasts! I am willing to share the dragon energy gained with my brother Huang Chao. If this trip fails, I am willing to guard the Youquan for eight hundred years for my brother! Please bring soldiers and horses to witness it! If you violate this word, your spirit and form will be destroyed."

These Youquan jailers only possessed the bodies of the guards behind Zhang Xianzhong, and would also drain the three treasures of energy and spirit from their bodies.

However, if someone can kill the most powerful general among the demon gods, then he will suffer a loss based on his cultivation as a peak martial saint.

Those fierce-looking faces were full of rebelliousness.

And Huang Chao is the best person that Zhang Xianzhong thought of.

Even though he knew that there was a master who could kill the generals ahead, Zhang Xianzhong had no choice but to give it a try.

In other words, the hard-built iron cavalry has become a complete consumable. Of course, Zhang Xianzhong thinks it is worth it.

The wind whimpered, revealing the howling of ghosts and wolves.

The black earth couldn't help but tremble, and a rotten smell wafted from the faint bamboo forest.

Huang Chao entered Yangjian and raised up 3,000 grass-head soldiers to kill and rob. He recruited Ge Congzhou, Deng Tianwang, Meng Juehai, Zhu Wen and other generals, gathered millions of hungry men to rebel against the Tang Dynasty, and invaded Chang'an City.

In this world, the dragon beads were stolen from the dragon wall in Western Shu.

The demon god Jian was born, and the fate between heaven and earth changed drastically. He had already felt the location of the dragon ball.

Dragon Ball is regarded by Zhang Xianzhong as the foundation for his enlightenment to complete his Seven Kills.

The grass-headed soldiers guarding Youquan Prison are all nearly as powerful as ghost kings.

The expression in Zhang Xianzhong's one eye was extremely hard. Since his dragon ball had been dug up, he would naturally have to make up for it a hundred times or a thousand times.

At the beginning of the Huang Chao uprising.

More than eight million people were killed, and the whole world was filled with blood.

In the ghost world, under every sea eye among the nine springs, there is a hell.

Huang Chao's grass-head soldiers are different from ordinary ghost soldiers. The total number is three thousand, and they are also the core force guarding Youquan Prison.

This was also the case, and later Huang Chao handed the dagger to Zhang Xianzhong as a token of repayment.

The scabbard is densely engraved with small characters, each stroke revealing murderous intent. The overwhelming murderous intent is even higher than that of the Seven Kills Demon Lord.

It is also a public case.

It's just that Huang Chao doesn't have the fate of a true dragon emperor after all. After taking back the eight million hungry ghosts, he will return to his position spontaneously.

Woohoo.

That Ancestral Dragon Pearl is not just as simple as cultivating young dragons, but it is also closely related to the Second Conquest of Gods and the Five Emperors.

He took the knife out of its sheath and raised the edge of the short knife. The tip of the knife was sharp. It was a moonless night, but the cold light on the edge could still reflect Zhang Xianzhong's expressionless face.

At this time, foreign aid has to be brought in.

As Zhang Xianzhong's voice fell, the Daxi King's flag behind him, whose pole was rustling in the wind, strangely burned with green flames.

Zhang Xianzhong looked straight ahead and drew out a short knife from his waist without leaving any trace.

As soon as the expedition is over, these soldiers will be exhausted...

If one were to list the major killers in the world, then the reincarnated demon god Huang Chao, who was captured to fill up the Eye of the Sea, one of the nine springs in the Netherworld, would definitely have a place.

……

Rumble.

As the strange green fire spread, a monstrous green flame rose up from the bamboo forest, towering like a mountain and gathering like a flower.

The cold flames almost frosted Zhang Xianzhong's eyebrows, and the shoulder armor on his body also had a thin layer of ice.

Zhang Xianzhong could feel the huge sinister power rising behind him. He was expressionless and turned a deaf ear. The soldiers behind him screamed one after another. In the strange firelight, the soldiers also began to change.

The already upright figure of the cavalry suddenly became bulging as if it had been inflated.

Click, click, this is the sound of the armor breaking. The physical body becomes stronger, and the armor actually breaks.

The aura of the cavalry continued to rise, and the knife marks on his hands, face, waist, and chest were so faint that they were almost invisible.

The wounds accumulated in their bodies continued to heal.

Some soldiers had long black hair growing out of their heads, almost like a shawl, and one end of their hair was lit by faint will-o'-the-wisps. Against the backdrop of the green flames, their heads looked like ghosts stepping out of a deep spring.

The most terrifying thing is that there are 800 soldiers. Each soldier has innate combat power. Even the Ming Court and the Jin Kingdom combined may not be able to gather one-eighth of the current masters.

The green flames spontaneously spread out from both sides, leaving a wide path that was ten feet long.

A burly figure appeared on it, "Zhang Xianzhong, the demon has been born. An earthly immortal master named Xuantianzong is holding the imperial weapon Ziying Qingsuo swords. Even if you summon eight hundred jailers, you may not be his opponent." "

The burly man's voice was as cold as ice.

However, this person was revealing information to Zhang Xianzhong.

"Imperial soldiers?"

Zhang Xianzhong did not dismount, nor did he look back. His back was turned to the man from beginning to end. He murmured softly, his bloodshot eyes like those of a vulture, fierce and cruel.

"To become a king or to defeat a bandit, you have to fight one after another! What about the Earth Immortal? How many swords can he make?"

Zhang Xianzhong retorted.

"The generals are dead, the demon god is dead, injured, and the wounded spirit of China is constantly recovering. The God of Destruction who came from later generations and crossed the mountains and rivers has completely eliminated the calamity. There is no hope. You You can't suppress the world. These failed Houtu gods, demons, and wild beasts have failed. You...you can't suppress the world, so why not go back."

The man's voice was cold and gloomy.

"Can't hold it down?"

Zhang Xianzhong clenched his fists, leaving scars on his palms.

The blood drops dripping from the wound actually flowed backwards at this moment.

"Huang Chao, wait and see, let's see if I, King Daxi, can suppress them. I can fight three dragons with one dragon. As long as the time is right, I can still be the master of the world! Let these ignorant and stubborn beings know what fucking means. Reincarnation!”

"Fucking reincarnation!" "Their reincarnation!"

The final sound of Byte echoed over the bamboo forest, and thousands of green bamboos condensed into crystal clear pieces. Then, as Zhang Xianzhong loosened his fist, there was a crisp sound, and the bamboos wrapped in ice crystals shattered one by one.

The sky was filled with crystal debris, like a falling snow.

Well, the green fire disappeared strangely, and the man who was regarded as Huang Chao got into the earth's crust.

Among the ice and snow debris in the sky, there were only eight hundred evil ghosts, and their momentum continued to rise.

And when his momentum reached the peak of the Martial Saint, Zhang Xianzhong, the half-immortal Huang Tianshahu and the Seven Kills Demon Lord, roared: "We have only one goal, and that is to kill, kill, kill!"

The rolling demonic sound echoed between heaven and earth, and the eight hundred evil spirits cheered together, as if they had returned to the day when they came out of hell to eat up the human world.

……

[Name: Fire in the Sky. 】

[Quality: blue]

[Effect: The fire in the sky is a heavenly fire, and it is also the fire that destroys disasters. It has the ability to create things, and it also gives life to magic and magical powers. It is the fire of creation. 】

[Explanation 1: There are nine fields in the sky, which are called the center and the four corners. The center is called Juntian, the east is called Cangtian, the northeast is called Biantian, the north is called Xuantian, the northwest is called Youtian, the west is called Haotian, and the southwest is called Haotian. Zhu Tian, ​​the south is called the scorching sky, the southeast is called the yang sky, and the fire in the sky is only born in the central Juntian! In ancient times, the mountains in Buzhou fell and the sky split open. Nuwa patched the sky to refine the five-color sacred stone, which was to use this fire to refine the sacred stone. 】

[Explanation 2: The fire in the sky uses Taixu as the cauldron, the heaven and the earth as the furnace, and is created by nature. When Nuwa created human beings, she buried this fire in the heart. Therefore, the fire in the sky is also called the superior fire. 】

[Explanation 3: Samadhi fire is different from ordinary fire. It is sprayed out from the eyes, nose, and mouth. It is the essence, Qi, and spirit refined into Samadhi. The fire in the sky represents the fire of the mind. Together, "fire in the stone" and "fire in the stone" "Fire in the air" and "Fire in the wood" can achieve the purple affix Samadhi True Fire! 】

……

I glanced at the arsenal prompts like a fleeting glimpse, and my mind stopped.

"Fang Yuanjue, look at my magical power again."

Lin Dong showed off that after saying a word, his skin became transparent and his body was broken into blue light spots and cyan light groups bit by bit.

The blue light spots naturally represent blue affixes, while the cyan light groups symbolize cyan affixes.

Some affixes, such as [Five Thunder Dharma Seal], have a hint of purple in the green.

Some affixes, such as the Taotie that starts the ritual of the four evils, and the Bull Demon that undergoes nine transformations, are blue with a hint of purple Taoist rhyme...

"Well."

Lin Dong suddenly groaned, as if someone had hit him on the back of his head.

Fang Yuanjue, who had just recovered from his stunned state, saw an even more exaggerated scene at this moment.

Then he saw a small snake figure as thick as a thumb emerge from Lin Dong's ear.

The little snake flew straight into the air. It swelled in the wind and grew to nine feet. Then, the little dragon changed again and called out in a human voice: "Father."

There was no trace of warmth between Lin Dong's eyebrows. He thought about the origin of this little dragon.

This is the fire dragon that came to this world and was inexplicably stored in Niwan Palace.

It is also a rumor in the world that the old man Ivy stored the so-called dragon ball in his body.

The two periods of national destiny in the Ming Dynasty are a little different from those of the Han and Song Dynasties... The Han Dynasty left off from it, but it can still be continued.

The Southern Song Dynasty could also persist for more than a hundred years.

Only Nan Ming had only been around for ten years... This young dragon could be described as useless to Lin Dong.

Food is useless.

Lin Dong originally wanted to show the little Taoist priest what a creation of the void is, and enlighten him on the Nine Fire Flame Dragon derived from the fire of Udumbara.

At this moment, the fire dragon flew into the air, but Lin Dong's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Old Man Qingteng was pretty good in his memory.

But to be honest, the real Lin Dong had never met his mentor named Xu Wei.

"It's better to just refine it."

With thoughts surging in his mind, he slapped his hand back, and the fire of Udumbara spurted out from his arm.

A roaring, ferocious golden fire dragon with lifelike scales, whiskers and teeth actually swallowed the small fire dragon in one mouthful.

The Nine Fire Flame Dragon's eyes suddenly widened, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face. Instead of being refined into nutrients by the Udumbara Fire, the little fire dragon absorbed its power and continued to grow.

One of the small blue light spots actually separated into an even smaller speck of light, which hit the fire dragon from Lin Dong's body... Lin Dong thought about it for a moment, and then let the speck go.

boom!
The moment the light spot hit the dragon's body.

Behind Lin Dong, the phantom of the Bull Demon with an angry beard suddenly appeared, and then flashed past.

The other affixes are quite stable, without any restlessness.

And with the symbol [Fire in the sky! 】The blue light spot entered the dragon's body, and the next moment, the flames on the Nine Fire Flame Dragon's body actually gave birth to balls of wriggling flesh and blood.

The light group melts!

First, green dragon tendons appeared, followed by flesh and blood, red texture, fist-sized dragon scales, then mouth, ears, nose, tongue... Finally, a big dragon over 300 feet long, entrenched in the corner of the sky.

hold head high!
With a roar, layers of space overlapped, and the void seemed to twist.

Lin Dong could trust the arsenal. If it were just the little fire dragon that emerged from his body, to be honest, he would be afraid that it might be the cause of trouble or Xu Wei's back-up plan.

Even if he knew, Xu Wei might have good intentions...

But the question is, is Lin Dong, who came from the Qing court fighting all the way, really the same Jin Yiwei who lived in the Ming Dynasty?
Therefore, he will never allow any hidden danger to stay in his body.

The Nine Fire Flame Dragon composed of the fire of Udumbara even has the original power of its own blue affix. Whether it is body or soul, not even a single thought can escape Lin Dong's control. Only in this way can he completely Relax.

Fire smoke filled the sky, the fire dragon's flesh and blood was derived, and a fragrant fragrance filled the air. The three-hundred-foot-large fire dragon changed again...

"father!"

Nine Fire Flame Dragon, no, should it be called the Great Ming Fire Dragon?

It didn't seem right. In short, a six-foot-tall man with a sharp face that was as sharp as a knife or axe, actually looked 60-70% similar to Lin Dong.

The muscles on his arms were sharp and angular, and his eyebrows stood upright like tempered knives. He knelt down and thanked me: "Thank you for your great kindness, dad, for giving me life! Please also give me a name for the child."

The man bowed sharply.

Lin Dong was so surprised that he couldn't speak. The most bizarre thing was that this damn six-foot strong man actually had a blood connection with him, as if he was really his own son...

"I have a son?"

Lin Dong had a question mark on his face.

So, the question is, who the hell is it?

Fangyuan felt stunned before, but now he could fit an egg into his mouth.

"Lin, General Lin, do you have a son?"

The little Taoist boy stammered.

"Yeah, I have a fucking son?"

Lin Dong looked at the overjoyed man kneeling on the ground and fell silent for a moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

A six-foot strong man kowtows like he is pounding garlic.

"Dad, just give the child a name. Just give the child a name..."

Seeing Lin Dong's silence, the man suddenly became impatient, and cracks were made on the ground, spreading like spider webs.

"Then, then you, just call me, um, your nickname is Prince Long San. Let me think about your name again. This is too sudden."

Lin Dong was a little arrogant, and for the first time in his life, he was a little... no, it should be an indescribable feeling. It couldn't be said to be terrible, but he couldn't be happy either. There was really no way to describe his mood.

(End of this chapter)