Start Reward Sacrament of Chaos

Chapter 177 The real killing, ten thousand soldiers
Six powerful rules surround Li Dilin, like a god of death, indifferently condemning them to death.

The faces of those people were slightly gloomy when they heard that, they didn't dare to raise their heads to meet Li Dilin's eyes, they could only look at him from the corner of their eyes, an old man among them said: "Do you really want to kill them all?"

"Otherwise? I'll book a few inns to treat you to dinner?"

"Keeping you is a disaster to others. Why don't you just die by my hands? It's more honorable than dying by others' hands. After all, I'm still the emperor's son."

"What do you say?!"

Li Dilin looked at them coldly, and said the last sentence word by word.

"It's so, don't blame us, I want to see how much mana you have to support your consumption!"

"Brothers! Let's go together and kill him! Even if we die, we won't lose if we invite the famous emperor of the Li family!"

The old man's face was as gloomy as water, and he roared loudly, how can anyone be a good person who can be so easily bewitched? After hearing his words, the crowd boiled again, and the murderous intent shot straight into the sky, disturbing the clouds in the sky.

"Hehe, you are a frog in a well, how can you speculate on me?"

Li Dilin held his left hand behind his back and stood with a sword in his right hand. His white clothes moved without wind, his eyes were full of contempt, and he spoke disdainfully.

"Let you see what real killing is, you are all weak!"

"Thousands of changes—thousands of soldiers!"

Li Dilin raised his left hand and pinched the extremely complicated handprints at a speed invisible to the naked eye. In just one or two breaths, a handful of strangely shaped weapons appeared beside him, all showing terrifying sharpness.

The reason why he has always loved Qianjibian is precisely because of this, the killer weapon in team battles, but because it was useless to have compassion before, and now he has seen through it, human nature is so hopeless.

Thousand Machine Transformation is a martial skill without any grade, but it can be upgraded with the improvement of the caster's own mana quality, there is no limit and no limit.

And Li Dilin was carrying the Primal Chaos Physique, both physical strength and mana quality were impeccable, which was why the weapon transformed by Qian Jibian was so strong in his hands.

"Where did so many Dao soldiers come from?! How could he control so many Dao soldiers himself!"

Feeling the terrifying edge coming from all directions, their ferocity that had just been aroused was turned off again, and they looked at the surrounding weapons in surprise.

"A group of idiots! Can't you see that he transformed it with magic power? What Taoist soldiers, do you think that thing is Chinese cabbage, and you can take out so much at will?"

Wushuang, who had been watching the battle from a distance, cursed angrily with a look of hatred for iron.

"That's right, even if he is the emperor of the Li family, it is impossible for him to bring so many soldiers with him, after all, that thing is not a Chinese cabbage."

Being scolded by Wushuang, someone suddenly thought of something and said loudly.

Ordinary monks use spirit-level weapons below the Dao level, or even weapons of the first to ninth ranks. Ordinary monks above the Dao level cannot afford to use them at all, unless they are obtained from a secret place, or they are obtained by killing people. here.

"Hehe, I also know whether the weapon I transformed has reached the power of Dao level, I will try it with you today!"

Li Dilin didn't care a bit about being exposed by Wushuang, and instead he preached with a chuckle.

As his voice fell, weapons were shuttled through the crowd. Some people wanted to use their own weapons to block them, but they were cut in two and their lives were lost at the same time.

"Damn it, I was tricked by that bitch, this is not an illusion at all, this is clearly a Taoist soldier!"

Some people cursed while avoiding the weapons attacking from all directions.

"Brothers, don't blindly hide, capture the thief first and capture the king! Only those weapons that kill Li Dilin can..."

An old man pointed at Li Dilin and spoke anxiously, but before he finished speaking, he was crushed by an iron chain and died.

"Hehe, I can't hold on anymore, so I encourage others to die, but you are right, these weapons will disappear only if you kill me, and if you don't kill me, you will be slowly tortured to death by these weapons."

"However, if you want to kill me, you will die, just die quickly."

Li Dilin looked at them expressionlessly, seeing lives dying at his own hands, even he didn't know it, his originally pitch-black and bright eyes faintly glowed with blood.

At this moment, Wushuang, who was watching the battle in the distance, suddenly disappeared in place and appeared behind Li Dilin. The giant sword in his hand was raised high, and the sword edge that was shining red slashed fiercely at Li Dilin.

"Hmph, I've been waiting for you for a long time, I'm overthinking myself!"

A bloodthirsty smile flashed across the corner of Li Dilin's mouth, he turned around abruptly, raised the ancient sword that had been stored for a long time in his right hand, and slashed fiercely at the giant sword that struck.

Clang——

The loud noise of the two colliding swords reverberated between the sky and the earth. Li Dilin was slashed by Wushuang's sword for thousands of miles before he stabilized his body. There were bloodstains gushing from the tiger's mouth where he was holding the sword. Look carefully at his body. There is still a little bit of black and white and a mysterious atmosphere in the blood.

And the huge sword in the puppet's hand originally had cracks, but now it feels like it will be broken at any time, and it is full of cracks.

"What a stupid big guy, his strength is too great, and his defense is amazing!"

Li Dilin raised his right hand and looked at the blood on the tiger's mouth, as well as the numb right arm shaken by the counter-shock force, and muttered.

"Damn it! What kind of sword is that? A good holy soldier was almost shattered after being hit a few times by it."

Wushuang looked at the crumbling giant sword in the hands of the puppet, and thought of that question again.

The two of them confronted each other in the sky, and the screams from below were endless, and the tens of thousands of soldiers transformed by Li Dilin kept harvesting their lives.

Some wanted to give up their physical bodies and let their souls escape from here, but their souls were pierced by arrows as soon as they came out, and they dissipated into the world without even making a sound.

"Li Dilin, you are indeed perverted and very strong. This time we were the ones who felled, but don't be complacent, your good days are coming to an end soon!"

Wushuang stared at Li Dilin who was thousands of miles away, and spoke in a gloomy and slow voice.

"What? Are you preparing your last words? I advise you to stop, because I'm not interested."

Li Dilin glanced at the people below who were still struggling, shrugged his shoulders and said lightly.

"Hehe, last words? Then you're thinking too much. I just want to tell you that you don't have much time left in the spiritual realm. Our Demon Realm will definitely flatten your place this time and complete what the adults told you to do!"

While speaking, Wushuang controlled the puppet to charge up again, and a dazzling red light shone on the giant sword that was on the verge of breaking.

"Hmph, after I finish off you invaders, I will definitely bloodbath your place and turn the Demon Realm into hell!"

Li Dilin tightly held the ancient sword in his hand, and a stream of mana and rules poured into it. At this time, the patterns carved on the sword seemed to come alive, lifelike.

……

(End of this chapter)