lethal arsenal

Chapter 154
Zheng Dongshan was shocked when he heard Lin Dong's call, knowing that he was going to test himself.

He had a bright mind, and when he faced Lin Dong's meaningful eyes, he immediately lowered his head.

"As the saying goes, thunder, rain and dew are all the favor of the king, and the general is a god above the nine heavens. Of course, whether to kill or not to kill such a small person is all in the general's mind..."

Zheng Dongshan still wanted to flatter him a few times, and the voice covered by layers of rain curtains seemed indistinct.

"Hehe", Lin Dong spewed a breath from his nose, glanced at him somewhat dissatisfied, and interrupted: "Don't play sloppy with me, let's get to the point, let you choose, you can choose, kill or not, let's talk about it? "

In this way, Zheng Dongshan suppressed his little thoughts.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Lin Dong's newly recruited subordinate with sharp eyes like a knife, as if to say, if you dare to excuse Fan Yuanlu, you should look good.

Lu Ping, who was beside her, looked rather playful.

Even Fan Yuanlu couldn't help secretly observing this pawn who could decide his life or death.

Rumbling, thunder echoed between heaven and earth.

Cough, cleared his throat, Zheng Dongshan said viciously: "This person should be killed!"

Monkey-cheeked face, suddenly startled, a wrinkled old face was full of anger, Fan Yuanlu's eyes were venomous, turned to Zheng Dongshan, his eyes seemed to be able to eat people.

"Oh, why? Tell me your reason."

Lin Dong asked back.

Such a sentence calmed Fan Yuanlu's manic mood, who was about to explode into trouble.

Looks like there is still a chance?
Everyone has fear, and generally speaking, the limit of fear is either frightened and collapsed on the ground like a worm, or angry and showing its minions like a lion.

Lu Xiaoxiao felt that Lin Dong's new lackey, Zheng Dongshan, was not so hateful anymore.

"There is only one reason. The general's trip must be a confidential matter, and the traces cannot be leaked. Therefore, in the end, this person will either be taken under his command or killed. It will be settled once and for all."

After a pause, Zheng Dongshan said again: "In this case, I naturally suggest killing him. First, I can lose one competitor. Second, I joined the general because the general is unparalleled and admires the general's strength. And he Serving as a general is just a waste of life, he is old and has no intention of making progress, what is the benefit?"

"Third, even if the dharma lineage inheritance he said exists, how can it compare to the treasures of the White Lotus Sect?"

"If the general obeys the wishes of the two ladies this time, they will definitely compensate the general with reason. Besides, the most important thing is... General, it is actually very easy for a person to speak up. Since he is reluctant to die, all kinds of torture must..."

Fan Yuanlu could not wait to jump up and slap this Zhuzi to death, and hit a snake seven inches. These words were like knives, piercing his Achilles' heel.

Immediately, Lao Fan understood that he must not procrastinate any longer.

"die!"

Fan Yuanlu yelled violently, smashed the bell, and at the same time got up, kicked his legs, and slammed towards the shopkeeper Xiao Lu.

to die?Also be sure to drag a pad back.

Before the rain fell, the head of the zombie that was shoveled away by Lin Dong shot up violently, as if he had sensed some kind of call.

The soul-destroying bell was crushed by Fan Yuanlu, shattered and cut through the palm, and an invisible energy spread like ripples.

In the earth pit where Zheng Dongshan buried his body, suddenly, pale claws protruded from the earth.

On a rainy night, thunder and lightning flashed, but it couldn't be suppressed, it was a femininity that was moving in the dark.

"Hmph, how courageous."

Lin Dong let out a snarl, his body rushed, and he kicked the head of the zombie that was heading towards Zheng Dongshan.

The already rotten head was blown into several pieces, and Zheng Dongshan's blood was poured all over his body.

And the other side.

Lu Ping and Lu Xiaoxiao are not completely defenseless. If the saintesses and protectors of the White Lotus Sect are made to be stupid and sweet, they will be doomed.

Fan Yuanlu took off violently and rushed over.

Lu Xiaoxiao grabbed her sister Lu Ping's shoulders and retreated towards the house, bang!The dilapidated wooden door of Yizhuang couldn't bear the force and broke into two pieces. The monkey-cheeked old man's angry face caught Lu Xiaoxiao's eyes.

Fan Yuanlu, an abandoned disciple of Bailong Temple.

This person was originally from Yemao Mountain, and due to some reasons, he was accepted as an apprentice by the master of Bailong Temple at that time, and became a junior.

Later, after studying the landscape rectification method of Bailong Temple, not only did he not curb his evil nature, but he became more and more obsessed with raising corpses and refining corpses, and finally became an abandoned disciple.

Lu Xiaoxiao still remembered how long it had been since she was eight years old, anyway, it was the year when her father, Master Bailian invited all his confidants to drink Laba porridge.

There was an old-fashioned Taoist who seemed to be quite old, and followed behind the previous temple master with a cautious expression on his face.

Fan Yuanlu is about the same age as the master of Bailong Temple, but he is a master and apprentice.

At that time, she also teased them that they were as old as master and apprentice, and she was taught by her father.

The memory of the past, flashed by.

The white silk was exhausted, and Lu Xiaoxiao had two Thunder Fire Beads in her hand, and was about to shoot out, at this moment, "Peng!" There was a muffled sound, and a white and tender palm was stained with blood, piercing Fan Yuanlu's chest.

Lu Xiaoxiao gasped in surprise.

Lu Ping nodded at the Holy Mother of Splitting the Mountain. It turned out that the situation was critical, and the Holy Mother of Splitting the Mountain swept across Fan Yuanlu's back and pierced through the chest.

"You traitor!"

Fan Yuanlu looked back with difficulty, staring at the beautiful face of the Holy Mother of Splitting Mountain with wide eyes.

The Madonna of Splitting the Mountain lowered her eyes and said nothing. Then, she twitched her hand violently and pulled out the sticky blood.

"Take refuge in Maitreya and be reborn in the Western Paradise, hahaha, it's better to go back, very good, very good."

Fan Yuanlu said it full of resentment.

He was trembling all over, and with his five bloody fingers, he drew a talisman on his palm at an extremely fast speed.

Snapped!
A slap slapped him on the forehead.

Air machine conversion.

In the room filled with moisture, there seemed to be a strong and indissoluble, sinister boiling air.

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't have time to stop it.

see you.

Fan Yuanlu's skin bulged little by little, and his skin began to swell like an inflated balloon.

"No, go back."

Lu Xiaoxiao yelled loudly, pulled away and retreated.

"I did not fail the White Dragon Temple! It was the White Dragon Temple who failed me!"

Fan Yuanlu let out a final roar.

The Virgin of Splitting the Mountain grabbed Fan Yuanlu's shoulder and tried to throw him outside.

however!
Noticeably a beat slower.

There was a bang.

It was too late for Lin Dong to support him.

He raised his foot and rushed into the room, and purple-black blood clots burst out, flying all over the sky.

Without a whole body, the old man with monkey face ended his life with the most tragic way of death.

Perhaps, there is something hidden in the entanglement between him and Bailongguan, which cannot be explained by an ungrateful person, but so what?

All return to dust.

The rotten flesh was smashed into pieces and hit the face.

Lin Dong slammed a punch, the fist compressed the air, and the air bomb formed flew most of the fragments away, however, some of them still splashed on his body.

As for the Lu sisters, they were not much better, their clothes were stained by filthy blood clots.

slap!

A round drop of blood dripped on his forehead.

Lin Dong stretched out his hand to brush it away, and at this moment, he felt a vaguely strange smell emanating from the broken corpses on the ground.

"It's a Yin seal, General, you've been marked, centered on yourself, the creatures of the underworld within a radius of ten miles, or some people who practice evil methods can detect this smell."

The little Taoist priest in the black iron ring said suddenly.

"What will happen if you realize it?"

Lin Dong asked back in his heart.

The token of the head of the Baiyun Temple he wore on his hand contained charm, allowing him and the spirit body of the little Taoist priest to communicate through consciousness. Well, this is also very normal.

"Well, it depends on the situation. For some ghosts, this smell will be a supreme delicacy. Similarly, other ghosts will regard this smell as stinky dog ​​shit. Once marked , it is easy to provoke the powerful ghost king."

The little Taoist in the ring gave an answer.

"How to solve it?"

Lin Dong was about to ask questions.

At this time, I heard it again, and the little Lu kid on the side shouted: "Fan Yuanlu, this bastard, is dying and still restless, and it's hard to undo the curse."

Obviously, Lu Xiaoxiao also has a certain understanding of talismans.

"Yemao Mountain's Yin seals are strong and weak, and the effects of the seals are different. General, the seal on your body now, well, to put it simply, if it is a Taoist disciple who has been exposed to the sun for seven days, it will disappear. But if it is If you have never received the talisman, even if you are a general in the army, with the protection of dragon energy, it will take at least seven or forty-nine days before you disappear."

What the little Taoist said made Lin Dong raise his eyebrows.

He smacked the bloody smell on the tip of his nose, looked at Lu Ping and asked, "You know how to break away the bullshit marks on us?"

A wry smile appeared on Lu Ping's face.

"I didn't expect the general to know Yin Yin Yin. What we got is one of Yin Yin Yin, also known as the curse, which can attract the attention of ghosts and gods. If there is the rootless water that I taught, bathing in this water can also make people feel better." Remove the effect of the spell. In addition, the Biyou Pill can also change the current situation, put one in the sachet, cover the smell, and avoid ghosts and gods, but it is a little troublesome..."

"What's the trouble?"

Lin Dong showed a puzzled face, and took up the conversation.

"In addition to Tianyu, rootless water also needs hundreds of medicinal materials, and the most important thing is that it can only be produced in a vacuum temple on the birthday of Wusheng's old mother. Biyou pills are only in the hands of Maitreya. inside……"

Lu Ping didn't finish his sentence.

Lin Dong turned his head and looked at the Holy Mother of Splitting Mountain.

"No."

The Holy Mother of Splitting Mountain cherishes words like gold.

Seeing Lin Dong's brow furrowed, the Holy Mother of Splitting Mountain was very considerate, and added: "The Biyou Pill has always been in the hands of the Venerable."

In this way, it is very embarrassing.

Except for seven to seven days of exposure to the sun, there seems to be no solution.

Just when Lin Dong was distracted.

"I don't want to! I don't want to, you are forcing me, forcing me!"

Zheng Dongshan roared.

"Pao Ze, Siblings, Brothers of Yiying."

"It's all like this, why don't you let me go!"

In the yard, Zheng Dongshan held a saber at some point.

His eyeballs were red, and the scarlet knife tip was shaking back and forth.

Lin Dong looked around and saw that the rain had fallen on the ground, scattered corpses that had been hacked into tatters.

These are Zheng Dongshan's brothers and sisters who were already dead, but because the Dementor Bell was broken and the corpse was blown up.

At this moment, it is considered to be completely quiet after being hacked to bits and pieces.

Zheng Dongshan grabbed the knife in one hand and half-kneeled on the ground with his head up, with a rolling head at his feet.

There were two lines of scarlet marks on his face, it was unknown whether it was blood or tears, as if he was in mourning.

"Heaven cried for his fate, sitting in the underground palace. General, this person's fate complements yours."

The little Taoist in the ring reported the situation excitedly, then changed his tone again, and lamented: "It's just that his life is too hard, and he punishes his relatives."

Lin Dong put his arms around his chest, looked at the scene coldly, and said in his heart: "This is the way in this world. If you can't bear the pain, you can't bear the crown. If you can have two acres of fertile land, how can Su Qin be able to be the Prime Minister of the Six Kingdoms?" ? They were all forced out step by step, he is like this, and so am I."

(End of this chapter)