Infinite Immortal Ship

Chapter 112 Electric Sparks (two in one, add one chapter first)
To the west of the stronghold, a group of Immortal disciples in splendid attire broke through the defense line and killed the metallic bloodline monks to a rout.

This was expected by Bai Xiaochen and Qian Ru, the true disciples of the Immortal Sect. After all, when the number of enemies and ourselves was the same, the Immortal Sect disciples with natural spiritual roots would definitely be stronger than the bloodline monks.

In addition, the Immortal Sect disciples used battle formations as their basic units and used their strengths to avoid weaknesses. Bai Xiaochen and Qian Ru didn't take any action, and those metallic bloodline monks were defeated.

But what surprised these Immortal Sect disciples was that the people who should have welcomed them with joy were actually holding sickles, shovels, rakes and other farm tools to cover the retreat of the metallic blood monks.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect were able to consolidate the results of the battle before their eyes, but when they saw this scene, they could neither advance nor retreat.

At this time, Zhang Yangfu took a deep breath and walked forward, shouting to the people:
"Dear fellow villagers, these bloodline monks worship the Ghost King of Six-Armed Mountain and have committed many murders. We are assisting the gods of Southwest Mountain to pay obscene sacrifices. Please don't stop us, fellow villagers!"

As soon as these words came out, not only the common people were stunned, but even the metallic bloodline monks trembled.

These people knew the name of the Ghost King of Liu-Armed Mountain, but they didn't know anything about the obscene sacrifice.

"How is it possible? The person worshiping in the sacrificial hall on the top of the mountain is the Southwest Mountain God. The Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King is just a subordinate of the Mountain God. Where can there be any obscene sacrifice?"

Most of the metallic bloodline monks knew the inside story, but some people looked panicked and said: "Don't believe them, these people are lying to you, they must be interested in the wealth of our copycat!"

Zhu Yu, the red-haired girl next to her, sneered and said, "Don't you think about it, can an ordinary Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King raise so many bloodline monks?"

Zhang Yangfu continued: "What's more, we are disciples of the Longevity Immortal Sect, how can we covet the wealth of your village!"

At this time, some of the people showed doubts. There were only 300 people in the village, and there were only 50 bloodline monks.

It wasn't until tonight that they discovered that there were not 50 or 30 bloodline monks, but [-]. The ratio suddenly increased from one-sixth to one-third!

So some mountain people looked at the metallic bloodline monks with doubts.

"Most of you are not mountain people, but you told us that you believe in the Southwest Mountain God. Are you really worshiping the Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King?"

The eyes of the metallic bloodline monks were a little dodgeful. In order to avoid arousing suspicion, they took turns going to the treacherous realm to practice. When others asked, they only said that there were only five or sixty of them.

When someone exposed this matter, the monk could only bite the bullet and said:
"Do you believe what they say? For the sake of the future of my southwest mountain range, the Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King built three forts and gathered five to six hundred mountain people. It can be said that he has done great deeds. How could the Southwest Mountain God come to collect us?"

Since the land in this valley is limited, in order to accommodate other mountain residents, several great witches built two other villages a few miles away.

Because there are no "bloody rivers" in those two villages, not only are there no great witches and bloodline monks, but there are also very few ghost monks there.

The red-haired girl Zhu Yu looked cold and yelled loudly: "The three copycats are just a way for you to hide from others. Since you insist on making excuses, I will let you see clearly who is the orthodox Southwest Mountain God!"

As soon as Zhu Yu finished speaking, she took out a flag from her arms, and with a phoenix cry, a fire phoenix flew out from behind her.

This fire phoenix was originally just a milky white color invisible to ordinary people, but as it flew upward, the colors on its body became brighter and brighter. It was not until a flame ignited from its body that it truly appeared in the world.

"Under the command of the Southwest Mountain God, the Fire Phoenix Totem of the Wu Clan!"

Nearly a hundred mountain people were frightened. As the Fire Phoenix spirit lit the flag, several mountain people of the Fire Phoenix clan became even hotter, and flame lines seemed to emerge between their skin and flesh.

Several mountain people of the Fire Phoenix clan felt that the hidden blood power in their bodies was about to awaken, and tears filled their eyes. One of the old men fell to his knees and shouted with trembling lips:

"Fire Phoenix Totem, the saint girl of our Fire Phoenix clan has returned with the totem!"

As soon as these words came out, nearly a hundred mountain people were shocked in their eyes, and looked at the metallic bloodline monk with anger.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect were surprised for a while. They did not expect Zhu Yu to become a saint of the Witch Clan, but that was all. The identities of the elders of the Immortal Sect were more complicated, so no one said anything.

Only Zhang Yangfu showed a look of surprise. That night when the Xianmen assistant coach attacked Ji's courtyard at night, Zhu Yu also followed him, but he lost Zhu Yu halfway. Thinking about it, Zhu Yu should have gone to see the Wu clan priest Ji. Old man.

Seeing this, these bloodline monks still shouted: "The Fire Phoenix Clan is just a subordinate of the Southwest Mountain God, and I, the Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King, am the son of God. The Fire Phoenix Clan is rebelling, do you want to join them in the rebellion?"

Although most of these mountain people are ordinary people, after they take weapons, they still have the ability to hurt middle and low-level bloodline monks. When nearly a hundred mountain people swarm them, they are unable to resist them.

They cannot make the mountain people turn against each other, at least they must ensure that the mountain people can remain neutral.

At this time, the mountain people were in a dilemma. The saint girl of the Fire Phoenix clan could not represent the Southwest Mountain God, and the Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King was the son of the mountain god. Unless the Southwest Mountain God personally came forward, no one could figure out which side was the orthodox one.

But at this moment, the eyes of the metallic bloodline monks suddenly lit up, it was the reinforcements of bloodline monks from the north and south that had arrived!
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In the sacrificial hall on the top of the mountain, the voice of the Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King continued to come from the cave.

"In the 27 years since the natural disaster, you sent the mountain people to Yanghu City, Yucheng and Zhucheng, and then ignored them again. Do you know how many mountain people have forgotten their identities?"

"Except for the more than 500 mountain residents in these three villages, who would want to return to the devastated Southwest Mountains?"

The statue of the Southwest Mountain God ignored the black flame dragon spirit twisting around its neck and suddenly sighed.

"Of course no one wants to come back to the devastated mountains, but I have been renovating the mountains these years. If the mountains return to their former vibrant appearance, the mountain residents will also come back."

The Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King's voice sounded like multiple people talking together, and he said strangely: "Father God, you have been renovating the mountain range for 27 years, but you haven't even summoned a single mountain villager back, and I have already re-established three mountain strongholds. Which one is better?" The inferiority is obvious at a glance!”

The statue of the Southwest Mountain God seemed to recall the scene 9 years ago. His rich voice said with a hint of emotion: "You are still like you did when you were a child, only looking at your feet instead of looking into the distance."

The Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King's tone suddenly changed, revealing a high-pitched voice.

"Father God, if I had seen today 9 years later, how could I have waited so hard for 9 years and been the son of God for 9 years? Now I have full wings, but you have been seriously injured by a natural disaster. What's more, your faith Nothing."

"Today, I will smash your statue and sit on it myself!"

As soon as he said this, a figure walked out of the hole. It was eight feet tall, with six arms on its back. As it slowly moved up, the ghostly face on its face slowly peeled off, revealing a majestic divine face. .

Not to mention these bloodline and ghost monks, even several obscene elders saw the true appearance of the Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King for the first time. They never expected that the Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King turned out to be a woman with a face like a full moon.

It seemed that the Southwest Mountain God had not seen this face for a long time, and a picture flashed through his eyes.

"Yue'er, this southwest mountain god is not as good as you think!"

The Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King's face turned cold, and his six arms clenched their weapons.

"Old man, you have been telling me these words for 9 years, and I have believed you for 9 years. Now I have woken up and I can no longer believe you!"

The statue of the Southwest Mountain God was suddenly startled, and his face seemed a bit older.

"Yue'er, you have made a big mistake in order to increase your strength. If you are willing to surrender, I might be able to save your life with a little bit of thinness." The Ghost King of Six-Armed Mountain laughed loudly, with even more laughter on his face. Tears come.

"The elite of the Southwest Mountains were all lost in the natural disaster 27 years ago. With these mountain spirits and a few immortal disciples, you want to break through my dojo. It's just a dream!"

Hearing this, the Southwest Mountain God Statue slowly shook its head, and actually stood up amid a burst of creaking sounds.

"In that case, let's have a fight between us father and daughter!"

The statue punched out, revealing a large hole on the top of the sacrificial hall. With a flick of his arm, the black flame dragon flew out of the sacrificial hall.

"If you want to seek power and usurp the throne, first let me see how much you have grown over the years."

As the statue of the god fell, the monks in the sacrificial hall were startled and hurriedly ran outside. Seeing that the battle between the gods was about to begin, if they had stayed, their lives would have been lost accidentally.

However, as soon as these people ran to the door, they saw the second elder also running out, as if he was going to chase the black flame dragon.

Before these people could breathe a sigh of relief, an astonishing sound came from the sacrificial hall. Several people who had no time to escape were directly pierced by the flying gravel.

One person looked intently and couldn't help being surprised: "The Six-Armed Mountain Ghost King actually blew up the statue of the Southwest Mountain God!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he felt his feet shake, and then the sacrificial hall shook and turned into countless stones and collapsed.

A few more unlucky bloodline monks were hit by the collapsing rocks. Fortunately, the rocks were not very powerful. The monks mustered up their cultivation to resist, but were crushed under the rocks.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone discovered that on the altar that originally held the statue of the Southwest Mountain God, there stood a six-armed goddess with a face like a full moon. Behind her were three great witches three to five feet tall, and in front of her were The statue of the southwestern mountain god was broken into pieces.

Suddenly, the six-armed goddess looked in all directions with a solemn face and made a majestic voice.

"After this battle, I will be the mountain god of the Southwest Mountains!"

As soon as these words came out, the mountain people were stunned. It turned out that these immortal disciples and the saints of the Fire Phoenix clan were right. The Ghost King of Six-Armed Mountain had really rebelled!

Just when countless people were captured by the power of the six-armed goddess, a roar suddenly came from the air.

call out!
I saw an arrow suddenly shooting from the top of the mountain opposite, and there was a sound of thunder in the whistling sound!
Seeing that the arrow flashing with thunder and lightning was about to fly into the sky, the flames at the feet of the burning man who chased him in the air swelled, and he jumped several feet into the sky.

Seeing this, the six-armed goddess nodded. Since the second elder of the Fire Man dared to chase him out alone, he was naturally confident.

However, at this moment, a flash of electric flame suddenly flashed from the tail of the arrow. The direction of the arrow changed and it shot straight towards the burning man.

"Ok?"

The fireman was startled, and then he stretched out his flaming hand, trying to catch the arrow.

However, there was another spark of lightning at the tail of the arrow, the direction suddenly changed, and it shot into Pyro's chest from under the big flame hand.

As the arrow was shot, bursts of fighting suddenly sounded from all over the village, but in addition to the disciples of the Immortal Sect, the mountain people who believed in the mountain gods of the southwest also took action.

"What kind of magic weapon is this? It can actually change the direction!"

As the fireman said this, he was about to pull out the arrow from his chest, but flames rose all over his body. Most of the power of the arrow was blocked, and it only penetrated into his flesh and blood.

However, as soon as Pyro stretched out his hand to hold the arrow, a burst of electric sparks flashed in the air again. Pyro changed his body shape repeatedly, and was still hit by an arrow in his chest.

The arrow just now consumed a lot of the flames in his chest, and now another arrow could only block half of its power. The arrow actually penetrated his magma flesh and blood, and was only a few inches away from his heart.

"No, if there's another arrow, I'm afraid my heart will be shot through!"

The fire man was threatened with his life, so he didn't care about the black flame dragon spirit and quickly flew towards the six-armed goddess.

However, as soon as he flew halfway, he saw the expression of the six-armed goddess change.

The fifth elder also turned into a golden light and flew over. Apparently he saw that the situation was not good and wanted to save people.

"call out!"

After the arrow entered his body, Huo Huo heard the whistling sound. The arrow had already shot directly into the back of his heart. Although it did not hit the heart, it also extinguished most of the flames behind his back.

"One more arrow and I won't be able to stop it!"

The fireman was full of panic. While trying his best to lower his body, he also had great hope for the fifth elder who came to support him.

After the calculation just now, arrows are fired every three breaths. As long as the fifth elder can fly to him within three breaths and help him block an arrow, he can return to the six-armed goddess, and he will be safe after that.

"Be careful behind your back!"

Listening to the shouts of the fifth elder, the second elder of the Fire Man showed doubts. He only shot one arrow every three breaths. Now that one breath had just passed, what was he careful about behind his back?
Before Huo Ren could turn his head, a hoarse roar came from behind him, and he was suddenly shocked. The black flame dragon that he had chased into the air turned back!

The second elder of Huoren immediately panicked. If he was held back by the black flame dragon, he might not be able to wait until the fifth elder came to block the arrow!

"You evil beast, you and I are from the same origin. Even if you come back, what can you do to me?"

However, when the Black Flame Dragon heard this, there was a trace of teasing in its eyes. Its black horn with blood-colored lines bumped forward, just in time to hit the arrow from the back of the Burning Man Elder.

"what!"

Although the shaman's method of shaman god has fewer shackles than the method of transforming spirits with blood, the heart is still the lifeblood of the shaman. At this time, the heart of the Pyroman elder was pierced by an arrow, and the blood surged from his chest like an erupting volcano. out.

When the black flame dragon saw this, blood flashed in its eyes. It opened its big mouth and released a huge devouring power, swallowing the blood of Huo Ren. As a result, Huo Ren's blood flowed out faster.

However, Elder Pyro was worthy of being a great witch. His heart was pierced and he lost so much blood, but he was only seriously injured. He turned around with great fury and was about to grab the black flame dragon to death.

But just as the Pyro Elder turned around, a burst of electric sparks appeared in front of his eyes.

"No!"

The fifth elder who was coming was covered in golden light, but he could only watch helplessly as Huo Ren was shot through the head with an arrow.

The second elder of the Fire Man died.

(End of this chapter)