Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 163 Thousands of miles of dragons, demons set off

In the valley of the Han River, the sound of the water is surging, running day and night.

The two sides of the bank are dim and full of various earth slopes and rocks half buried in the loess.

In the early morning, on one side of the high bank, the sound of shouting and shouting could be heard endlessly, and the air of the palm of the sword set off a hurricane all over the ground.

There are hundreds of people fighting fiercely here.

The most frightening thing is that there is a huge centipede surrounded by black mist, flying around, controlling all kinds of magic weapons in the air, creating black evil chains, flying skulls, scarlet poisonous fire, etc., turning around at every turn , just skimmed a distance of hundreds of feet, bombarded indiscriminately, and more than half of the noise and smoke here were caused by it.

However, in his offensive, the most vicious and ferocious part was firmly received by the Zen stick in the hands of the dead master.

This abbot's eight-step stalking cicada is the pinnacle, and within eight steps, he can fly in the air like walking on flat ground, and he can move hundreds of feet in the air, and his movements are as fast as that of the flying centipede.

In fact, even if this centipede wanted to use the convenience of flying many times to fly straight high and distance itself, it was still chased by the eight steps, and the master of the past, who was going straight up in the sky, was pressed back again.

The advantages and disadvantages at the master level are sometimes enough to determine the direction of the entire battle. The deceased abbot now firmly holds the upper hand, but Li Gong's heart is getting heavier and heavier.

Bang! ! !
Li Gong's palm force rolled up the dust, like a volley in the air, and blasted the three congregants not far away.

These congregants are all dressed in gray and black, with a bun on their heads. Instead of wooden hairpins, they are only tightly wound and fixed with hair ropes. They are generally burly and heavy-footed. It is no exaggeration to call them men like iron towers.

The one who suffered the greatest attack had countless bones shattered by the force of the palm, especially the chest, which was flattened like a bag filled with water. After landing, blood gushed out from the whole body, and with a wail, he died completely.

The other two congregants who were affected should have broken several ribs and shattered their internal organs, but just as soon as they landed, they scrambled up, screaming so shrill and sharp that they didn't sound like human voices, and their bodies swelled again .

The gray-black robe was originally extremely loose, but now it was tightly stretched by them, and finally there was a crackling sound, and dozens of gaps appeared in the top of the robe.

It can be directly seen from the tear in the clothes that brown and black bristles grew at a speed visible to the naked eye on those sharp-edged muscles. After the clothes were completely destroyed, the rags were caught and stabbed by these bristles. Never slipped.

Their faces are already covered with short hairs of similar color, their eyes have completely turned into golden bristles, their fangs protrude, and their spines seem to be slightly bent forward, forcing them to land on all fours

In these two teachings, the moment when the limbs exerted strength and rushed towards Li Gong, the legs seemed to be overwhelmed, and they suddenly folded back from the knees, which made people's hearts tighten and inexplicable phantom pain.

However, after Li Gong stepped sideways, drew two wonderful arcs with his palms, and knocked the two monsters into the air, he discovered that their knees were not injured, but turned into recurved joints, flexible in mid-air With one turn, the feet touch the ground, and the whole body can be ejected forward.

"magician!!!"

Li Gong's face trembled, and he slashed Furong's palms indiscriminately to show his killer move. Afterimages of his hands and sleeves were scattered, like a lotus flower in full bloom, and the petals swirled and flew away, as sharp as a knife.

Each petal is a palm force, and with more than thirty palms in a row, the two monsters were beaten to the ground like mud.

But different howls came from around one after another, and between the battlefields, the bodies of other members of the Demon Cult had also undergone changes one after another. Huge figures that doubled in size were torn out from under their robes.

Li Gong's mood sank to the bottom.

Among the three paths of pursuit from Dongdu, the one that first came into contact with the Demon Cult was the path where Li Gong was.

Guan Luoyang and his three brothers and sisters in name were divided into a team. It was Li Gong who considered that maybe they had a better understanding in combat. There are quite a few differences. If the three are separated and placed in other teams, it will be difficult to produce a sufficient and appropriate cooperation.

However, after hearing about the assignment, Gu Lanxiang and Anfeiyu took out the communication tokens and entrusted them to the other two teams for easy communication.

The three masters of Chang'an and the six generals of Xiushuo City all belong to the habit of the army and are assigned to be in charge of the second route.

However, Li Gong himself did not continue to travel with the three masters of Chang'an. Instead, he led the elite main force of the inner guard and was in charge of the same route as the Shaolin monks.

Because any one of the three teams must have the ability to fight and walk for a long time after encountering the members of the Devil's Cult, and to support them until the masters of the other two teams come to help.

The three of Guan Luoyang and the others all possessed miraculous means, and although they had a small number of people around them, they were the group with the highest average quality. The three masters of Chang'an and the six generals of Xiushuo City were together, and they also had enough confidence to fight against each other.

And Shaolin monks, although there are many masters, live in ancient temples, and their judgments in battle may not be so accurate.

Moreover, their overall style of martial arts is rather rigid, and Li Gong knew that not long ago, the ancestral graves of Shaolin were almost dug up by those members of the Demon Cult. It was the time when these monks were most angry. , because they were afraid that they would not be able to respond in time when they met the people of the Demon Cult, and they would be surrounded and killed before the other two people came to help.

However, in the evening of the first day on the road, after a brief contact with the Demon Sect's staff, Li Gong discovered that the Demon Sect also adopted a strategy of dividing troops.

Although I don't know if they were divided into three groups, the group of people they met here was headed by a flying centipede, and Shao Lingxiao and Ye Motian were obviously not among them.

The number of people was a bit unexpected, but most of them were members of the Huo Luo sect who had not even reached the first-class level. They should be the elites who were drawn from the sub-altar before the attack on Laojun Mountain, and they were called at this time.

With Li Gong and Shaolin people alone, they successfully repelled the attack of this group of people on the local granary, and pursued the victory.

In one night, the two sides traveled hundreds of miles, the road was tortuous, from the town to the mountains, and then back to the town, and they fought six times.

At the beginning, because the deceased abbot firmly suppressed the centipede, the inner guard and the Shaolin monk were both proficient in large-scale formations, and gained a certain advantage. However, after fighting all night, the remaining demon cult members on the opposite side , actually more and more energetic.

Especially those congregants who are not first-class masters, their demeanors are violent and excited, to an abnormal level.

Now, even their physical bodies are completely beyond the normal range!

"Everyone!"

Su Mu's voice sounded.

The deceased abbot already knew that the centipede could speak human words, but except for the moment when he withdrew from Shaolin, this encounter, during the six battles, the centipede never spoke.

Until now, as soon as he opened his mouth, the old monk had already noticed something different.

This kind of melodious tone, the leisurely posture of maintaining the voice line in the fierce battle, still contains a gloomy and cold temperament, but when he raided Shaolin with him, that kind of vigilance, and the temperament of being irritable and violent when he is defeated There are different.

It's like countless rising impurities, which have settled back again. They no longer long for purity, but are content and willing to pursue a more turbid state. To use an inappropriate description, it can almost be called a cleansing of lead. .

"Do you know? Among the tens of thousands of literary and artistic fantasy works, what the public tends to see is always the feeling that evil prevails over good, or happiness overcomes disaster. From this perspective, those of us who actively provoke destruction, The 'villain' who kills passers-by seems to be doomed to failure."

The willful intonation and casual words no longer take into account the habit of people speaking in this ancient oriental background world, but what Su Mu said is not difficult to understand.

"But unfortunately, in the vast world, there are countless works that end in tragedy. Those are the victories of the villains, but in fact, those are more in line with reality and exist in the majority."

The abbot of the past life took his words as a breeze, and fell from the air again, grinding the tiger's mouth and tightening his hands, imitating Ananda Dragon King's stick technique, flying up like a giant dragon with a blue top, taking advantage of the sumu to talk nonsense. When the centipede strikes, aim at the centipede's belly and bombard it.

In addition to controlling many magic weapons, this flying centipede is also covered with a carapace. It has directly used its body to compete with the past abbot's skills many times without getting damaged.

But Tanhua's Zen stick actually has the supernatural ability to treat iron as mud and turn hard into softness. Many people in the world think that supernatural power is just a kind of manipulation of gold and iron, so they really underestimate this Zen stick.

Whether it is copper and iron hardware, or giant stone crystals, or giant animal leather armor, or a body that is extremely horizontal, when the magic power of the Zen staff is really displayed, the stronger the physical properties, the softer it will appear in front of Tan Hua's Zen staff.

Faced with such a blow, the black mist and monster wind boiling in mid-air rushed towards the centipede's body from thousands of directions.

Su Mu's soul quietly settled in the centipede's body, his sleeves were as wide as clouds, and the imprints of his hands were hanging down in the darkness, it had been prepared for a long time.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, did he really think that this seat would underestimate the enemy for the second time?
The body of the flying centipede shrinks again and again, and in an instant it becomes seven feet long, flying like a sword and swimming like a rainbow.

The movement at that moment was so fast that no one could clearly see the specific scene where the centipede and the Zen staff were intertwined, as if the two things had turned into illusory bubbles, collided and penetrated each other.

But soon, clang clang clang sounded in the air.

On the left side of the thousand-legged centipede's body, I don't know how many sword feet that looked like black iron blades were broken when they staggered just now. After the shrunken sword feet were separated from the body, they immediately returned to their original size.

It's like hundreds of strange-shaped swords, with the force of being hit by the Zen staff just now, they are shot out, colliding with each other and inserting into the ground.

The thousand-legged centipede was as fast as a flying sword, swirling towards him from behind, slashing towards the spine of the departed abbot.

With a flick of the Zen stick, he parried behind.

The two figures intertwined again and broke apart.

"Conspiracies are always planned by the villains on their own initiative. The initiative has been in our hands since the beginning, and unscrupulous destruction is always easier than protection with a lot of scruples."

The seven-foot centipede circled upwards.

Those mutated congregants on the ground, some are like sheep and wolves, some are like snakes and elephants, and some are huge and have many legs. I don’t know what kind of creatures they look like. The guards and the monks were all repelled in horror amidst this mutation.

Those first-class masters belonging to the Demon Cult did not experience such a change in their bodies, and they had been reminded a long time ago, but when they actually witnessed it, hundreds of such monsters suddenly transformed from the mortal bodies around them, still making them There is also a feeling of forgetting to breathe, and the first thought is to retreat away.

The various howls of the monsters became the foil for Su Mu's voice.

"So, when they no longer have the scruples of life and death, no constraints on the route, and only two thoughts of running and destroying and going west to Chang'an are left in their minds, can you still catch up and take care of yourself?"

The seven-foot centipede had already risen to a very high place, and suddenly exerted its magic power and shattered the soul-calling banner. Black smoke from skeletons, like black clouds, burst out and pressed down. When it approached the ground, it filled the land for several miles.

The deceased abbot blasted a big gap, but he couldn't stop it completely.

The prohibition that had long been hidden in the bodies of those people—those monsters was aroused, making them writhe and raging desires, and there were two more thoughts hanging as high as iron.

"Go, go, run and burn and kill, and go to Chang'an."

When these monsters roared out of the black smoke in a mess, chose weird paths that no reasonable person should choose, jumped between river valleys, climbed rock walls, and marched on the ground, with a bizarre posture that reversed the normal, absolutely amazing. When the dust left, Li Gong and the Shaolin monks heard the unfinished ridicule.

"You want to save more and then launch the pursuit..."

It's just a joke! ! !

"Amitabha."

Hong Hongzhi's voice, the deceased abbot's long beard was dyed gold, curved and coiled, attached to the lower half of his face, making an arhat with angry brows, dragging his Zen stick backwards, and stepping out of black smoke.

"Because the monk asked Exi what he wanted to do, I said I picked up my staff and chased Huang Yun."

When the Shaolin monks heard the words, their hearts cleared up, they put their palms together, and read out in unison the second half of the calligraphy and painting of the monks of Tanzong.

"Subduing the Dulong, suppressing the poisonous tiger, how can we be alone in the East and West?"

Jinmei turned her head and bowed to the monks, she had nothing left in her heart, only locked tightly on the flying centipede, and chased it away.

………………

Also in the early morning, within Puzhou.

In the distance, there is a city wall standing in the morning fog, and there are mansions and pavilions nearby. The houses are piled up to the end of the two long streets, and they are all in disarray. The figures of monsters run between the streets until they climb up the city wall.

The sword intent that came over the clouds and made people's brows sting, along with the sound of the pipa crashing on the shore, also faded away.

The figure of General Feng shot down from the city wall.

The black iron spear, which was nearly ten feet long, swept across, crushing a monster, screaming angrily, turned around and chased after it.

General Yin stared at those monsters scattered away, his hair was slightly white, his beard was scrawled, and he seemed to have aged quite a bit in a trance.

He exchanged glances with Sang, Lei and the others, took a long breath, gritted his teeth and gave the order without looking back.

"A group of six, go after each other."

"Remember! I want to see you in Chang'an."

………………

on the third route.

Guan Luoyang arrived thirty miles away.

(End of this chapter)