lethal arsenal

Chapter 541 Monk
boom!
The Panlong iron rod was drawn back, and the powerful tail of the rod, accompanied by Zhu Zhong's roar, struck hard on the face of the short skeleton ghost soldier.

The short skeleton ghost soldier was hit and staggered.

The tall and thin blade struck again, and the refined weapon looked tattered, but in fact it was very sharp.

The energy he brought out every time he swung the knife made Zhu Zhong's face hurt.

He took a wrong step and moved backwards, moving a position lightly. His right leg suddenly bounced up, like a bullet coming out of the barrel, and kicked hard on the skeleton ghost soldier's leg bone.

Bang, the crisp sound of bone cracking sounded.

The tall skeleton soldier fell down and swung his sword in the air. The moment it fell, most of the ghost soldier's body was exposed at Zhu Zhong's feet.

"Go to hell you!"

Zhu Zhong roared like a tiger, and his feet were like an ax chopping with a knife.

His heel stepped hard on the spine of the skeleton ghost soldier, and there was a pop, a scalp-numbing sound that suddenly rang out.

The tall ghost soldier's spine was trampled into two parts and it was difficult for him to get up.

Another short skeleton ghost soldier, not only was not afraid, but actually burst out faster.

Roar!
The short ghost soldier roared, and the green flames in his pupils burned fiercely.

The cheeks were covered with rotten flesh, revealing the pale gums.

A bunch of withered yellow hair on the back of his head may be the last symbol of his vitality.

The broad knuckles gripped the blade tightly. On the ghost soldier's left shoulder, half hanging from a piece of tattered armor, there was a faded seal, a patinated and rusty king character!

It turns out that this guy was once a soldier of the Wang clan in Suolong City.

It is unknown how many years have corroded him into this appearance. One thing is that even after death, they still have not forgotten their fighting instinct.

You can imagine how brave the soldiers who accidentally broke into this place hundreds of years ago and fought against hundreds of thousands of mountain monsters must have been.

The agile ghost soldiers came forward to attack again, and his reverie flashed by. Naturally, Zhu Zhong would not hold back, and struck out with a stick with his backhand.

boom!
The iron rod hit the skull.

Most of the heads exploded directly, and the headless ghost soldier fell to the ground. The corpse still struggled a few times, but unfortunately the leg bones stopped moving after being twitched a few times.

"How could a personal guard of the City Lord's Mansion fall in a place like this? What happened back then?"

Zhu Zhong stabbed the corpse with an iron rod with a cold face, and the bone stubble almost splashed into his mouth.

He felt a little nauseous and plucked the scum on the stick in disgust.

When he was about to continue traveling north to find Mingwang Temple, Zhu Zhong suddenly thought of a more important question.

"No matter what generation of city lord these skeleton soldiers are, there is one thing. The guards of the city lord's palace often work in groups. There can't be only one or two, right?"

Such thoughts flashed across my mind.

What a coincidence...

Tatata!
Tatata!
The footsteps became particularly urgent and came from all directions.

The long stick swept across, the energy stirred up, and the mist spread. There were at least twenty or thirty skeleton soldiers, wearing tattered armor, holding sabers tightly in their hands, and green flames were burning in their eyes, coming out of the mist. .

"hiss."

Zhu Zhong took a breath of cold air, feeling horrified in his heart.

"It sucks."

Zhu Zhong thought.

He poured all his strength into the Panlong Staff and performed "Sea Fighting Style!" Some pictures flashed through his mind for some unknown reason. However, these scenes were not of Xing Baotou's earnest teachings. Instead, they were of an academy that he had never been to before, where teachers were practicing martial arts continuously.

Forget it, none of this matters anymore.

boom!
The iron rod hit the ground.

Rough, wild, and vivid.

The energy on the stick seemed to form a dragon, flying out from the bottom.

The moment Jia Hai Pan Long Jin struck out, a cone-shaped wave of air swayed from the bone stubble and ashes on the ground.

The waves shook the pupils of each skeleton soldier, and the violently flying dust almost extinguished the faint fire in the skeleton soldiers' eyes.

Bang, cracks and spider web-like traces appeared on the ground.

Click, click, the sound continued, forming a crack, directly trapping the skeleton soldier's ankle in it.

Seeing this opportunity, Zhu Zhong naturally ran away and swept out with his stick. Most of his strength was gone. If he didn't leave, he might be trapped here.

The skeleton ghost soldiers whose hands and feet were trapped in the cracks in the ground raised their eerie faces one by one and roared at Zhu Zhong, like vicious dogs with red eyes.

……

The sun slowly sets over the ridge.

The brilliance of the setting sun fell on the earth, and the black dry mountains in the distance were covered with a layer of glow.

Yin Ling'er squinted her eyes, and in front of her eyes was a dense scorch pit, one after another extremely ugly, like spots on a dead person.

"What ever happened here?"

Yin Ling'er raised her little face and sniffed the smell of air in the wind. The stench of corpses turned to ashes hit her face. She couldn't help but retched twice, "vomit!" The blue sword ball flew out of the Niwan Palace and cast a sword energy. The green light covered her body like a cloak, also blocking out the stench.

Yin Ling'er originally didn't want to do anything for Lin Dong anymore, since it would be of no use to her. Besides, the playboy was still accompanying the "unnecessary" sister-in-law on the carriage.

In Yin Ling'er's view, Fu Yuechi and Fu Qingfeng sisters were just fictional characters created by King Fudo's environment.

So even though it's a bit tasty, it's not too great.

But the thought changed again, and she thought of "Buddha's most precious treasure? The great bright glazed lamp." Yin Ling'er also thought about it, "If I find it first, it will be mine." As for whether she will fall out with Lin Dong, in the future Yin Ling'er seemed to think that the other party didn't need to touch her for a magic weapon, and at least they had a romantic relationship.

These messy thoughts passed by in a flash.

Yin Ling'er lowered her eyelids and went in the direction where the evil wind blew just now.

"This is……"

A pitch-black cave, the wind that smells like corpses comes from inside.

Yin Ling'er's spirit was lifted.

"On the other side of the cave, behind the mountain wall, could it be the Mingwang Temple?"

Such thoughts flashed through her mind.

Yin Ling'er lowered her head and took a peek inside.

The cave is very deep and has many forks, which makes it somewhat eerie and complex like a maze.

She reached in and grabbed a handful of dirt, ashes, black ashes.

Because of this, it aroused her curiosity.

"Yi Mu Jue."

Yin Ling'er thought for a while and did not enter rashly. Instead, she cast a spell she learned from Nanyang Cave Heaven.

She scattered a handful of seeds casually, and after a few clicks, the seeds sprouted, producing straw men the size of a thumb.

"You guys go in and take a look."

Yin Ling'er ordered, and at the same time, her gaze focused on the straw man.

A group of grass soldiers, large and small, dived into the cave without hesitation... About half an hour passed, and Yin Ling quickly made a plan.

At the bottom of the cave, there is a wall with dense holes, and large and small light spots are formed through the holes.

Through the magic straw man, Yin Ling'er had confidence in her heart. She planned to go in and take a look, and break the wall to see the scenery behind the mountain wall.

As soon as he entered the cave, he didn't hesitate at all. Following the path found by the straw man, the silver bell reached the bottom of the cave.

Rugged rocks, weird and broken stone statues, spider webs all over the place, damp stone pillars, and a wall that casts mottled light and shadow.

Whoosh.

She raised her hand and the sword ball burst out with a burst of sword energy, and the dark green sword light flashed past, with a rumble, the gravel shattered, and dust rose up all over the sky. At this moment, a stone was shot diagonally at Yin Ling'er's eye socket.

"who?"

Turning around, a terrifying zombie face came into view.

With dry cheeks, tattered cassock, an iron rod held upside down, and a bare forehead, he was clearly a warrior monk.

……

Rumble.

The frame of the bronze carriage collapsed in the flames. Lin Dong lifted Fu Qingfeng with one hand, and his figure soared and landed on the black soil slope.

His original intention was to sit here and support the three teams at any time.

The first team is Yinlinger.

The second team is Zhu Zhong who handles the Panlong Stick.

The third team consisted of the ghost general Wang Jingyu, the dog butcher holding a knife, Ning Caichen who had just recovered from his injury, and the unlucky Zhu Xiaowen, plus a dozen personal guards.

But what Lin Dong never expected was that the demons here were quite courageous and came straight to his door.

In front of him was a deformed behemoth, followed by a large number of skeleton soldiers, and on the shoulders of the behemoth stood a white-browed warrior monk with a tattered cassock, a skinny body, and a ten-foot-long Zen staff.

As for the huge monster, to be precise, it should be regarded as a giant.

The reason why I use the word calculation is that this thing has no personal appearance at all.

It has hollow features and six branches. At a glance, it looks like six arms growing on its shoulders and back.

The vicious teeth were protruding out of the mouth, like wild boar tusks.

One thing in particular is that the giant has only one eye, one eye growing in the center of its forehead, and smelly black saliva flowing down its big mouth.

"I want to eat your fresh flesh and blood." The giant monster fell into some kind of madness and said.

"In the forbidden area of ​​Mingwang Temple, trespassers will die! You retreat now, I can let you go." The white-browed monk holding a foot-high Zen staff opened his mouth and roared.

The reason why the bronze carriage was smashed was because the white-browed monk raised his hand and fired a huge fireball.

Lin Dong avoided it and rescued Fu Qingfeng.

It's a pity that those red-haired tigers were howling in the fire.

"Leave? You killed my pet and immediately wanted me to leave. Is there something wrong?"

Lin Dong raised his head and gritted his teeth and smiled, his white teeth filled with an indescribable and astonishing murderous aura.

Groups of skeleton soldiers rushed forward in an attempt to surround the slope.

Lin Dong flipped his palm, and thousands of arcs of electricity flashed through. Like the arcs of grenades, they intertwined into a network and covered the hoods of the groups of skeleton soldiers, rumbling, and every ray of thunder ripped apart the souls of the skeleton soldiers.

The green pupil fire went out immediately, many skeleton warriors collapsed and fell, and half of the troops on the opposite side were eliminated in just one encounter.

Roar!
The giant let out a hoarse roar, and waves of sound waves washed away.

The white-browed warrior monk jumped down from the giant's shoulder, and aimed the brass Zen staff at Lin Dong and slammed it down.

boom!
There was another roar.

Flames and black smoke intertwined, and thousands of fine arcs flashed on the monster's body. When those arcs hit its huge body, they immediately exploded.

The pieces of meat were charred black, then burst into flames, and black smoke rose from the flames.

Just now, the lightning in Lin Dong's left hand formed a spear, and he struck out with one strike. The lightning pierced the eye socket of the roaring giant monster, and its left eye was directly exploded.

Before the giant monster could punch, its momentum weakened.

Most of the head was broken, and the remaining skeleton soldiers fell into a brief sluggish state. The original crazy momentum seemed to be cut off by an invisible big hand.

boom!
The fist collided with the Zen staff, arching an exaggerated arc.

The sound of the weapons erupting, accompanied by the white-browed old monk's long and hoarse greeting like gongs and drums, "Who are you!" was particularly harsh.

The blow missed, and the white-browed monk's tiger's mouth was directly shattered by the power transmitted from the Zen staff.

He had no chance to attack again, so he held on and tried to defend, but his body was knocked away. The moment he landed upside down, the Zen staff was inserted cleanly into the black earth, and he kicked back, creating a deep ravine.

"It's very exciting, old man."

Lin Dong had this thought, and was determined to overwhelm the opponent and accept him into the underworld to become a ghost general under his command.

He thought for a while and said: "Old monk, surrender now and lead me to Mingwang Temple. I can give you a chance to live."

"Don't think about it."

The white-browed monk roared in response, swept his Zen staff, raised an earth wall more than three meters wide, and then jumped back.

"I don't have much patience."

Lin Dong gritted his teeth and said.

"Neither did we! You thief."

After the words fell, the white-browed monk only felt an extremely powerful oppression.

A pair of eyes filled with purple fire shined directly through the gray dust in the sky.

The monk's neck suddenly felt cold, and the next moment, a face chopped off with a knife and ax appeared on the side of his body.

Lin Dong stepped forward and almost moved sideways, appearing to the left of the monk.

The vicious fist hit the monk's face, the Zen staff was raised to block it, bang! This time, he was not as lucky as before. In fact, after taking Lin Dong's punch, the ten-foot-high Zen staff was already covered with dense cracking lines.

With the second punch, the Zen staff shattered, along with the monk's arm.

Lin Dong didn't kill him. His original intention was to try to conquer the opponent again. What he didn't expect was that with a click, the monk tore off his own left hand with extremely fanatical eyes.

The rolling blood beads flew out like bullets.

"The Infinite Buddha Land, the Lord of Bliss, the Immovable King, the Western Heaven..."

boom.

Another punch came, a dull sound sounded, and the monk's head was splattered with blood and flesh, and his death was extremely tragic.

"I didn't expect that he was a fanatical believer."

Lin Dong muttered, then thought about it and cursed: "What a damn bad luck."

He shook his fist, and a sudden thought passed through his mind.

The strength of this monk is not weak.

It was also because he was facing Lin Dong himself. If it were Yin Linger, it would have been a fierce fight.

If there are still a few, then Zhu Zhong, Zhu Xiaolian, Ning Caichen and others will be in danger.

There was a hint of gloom in Lin Dong's eyes.

……

There is a strange beast in the south named Fu Dou.

It looks like a black dog with two tails, eats charcoal, and breathes fire to cause disaster, causing great disasters. A skinny, black-haired, large dog that was over a foot long was entrenched on the ground.

And the person sitting on the back of the vicious dog turned out to be Wang Xianer.

His face is tender and handsome, and he is still dressed like a scholar, wearing a blue swastika scarf. He is soft and frail, but he has grown longer than before, and his facial features can vaguely be seen as the outline of the past.

"Meet sir."

Wang Xianer turned over and said.

"It's you."

Lin Dong's second soul, Bai Hu'er, had an incredibly authentic face.

(End of this chapter)