lethal arsenal

Chapter 544: Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King?

The dark clouds that covered the gloomy sky were suddenly broken.

One, no!
One round to be exact.

A blood-red disk almost occupied half of the sky.

It also seemed like it would fall down at any time.

Scarlet light shone down from the sphere, as if covering the earth with a layer of blood-colored gauze. The blood-colored gauze seemed alive, spreading over the rugged Hundred Thousand Mountains, rendering the black silhouettes of the mountains and rivers bright red.

When the blood-red gauze spread across the valleys and gullies, it was like carving scars and wounds into the mountains.

On the plain between the valley bottom and the mountain peak, there is a flash of cold metallic light from time to time. That is the location of Mingwang Temple - the temple dedicated to Acala.

Thousands of bright red flowers of the other shore were covered in blood.

A terrible scene happened.

Roar!
The ferocious howls of wolves mixed with the roars of unknown monsters rang out.

Brutal, cruel, and ignorant of life and death, the beasts all rushed towards Mingwang Temple.

Yin Ling'er wiped the sweat from her forehead, her clothes were stained with blood, and she began to breathe heavily.

Ever since she faced the gray-robed monk and cut off the red spider lily, she has never stopped fighting.

Beneath the rotting flowers that looked like solidified flames were endless corpses.

Yin Ling'er didn't know why there were so many corpses gathered here, but that didn't stop her from using the sword to cleanse the evil spirits, but... it was like an endless sea tide.

At the beginning, there were only skeleton soldiers.

But as time passed, one or two powerful lions, wolves and other monsters would occasionally come and launch attacks.

When the sky was occupied by an inexplicable blood moon...

Something even more terrifying happened. All living creatures, like hungry dogs, charged towards Yin Ling'er fearlessly.

At this moment, the gray-robed monk had already disappeared.

Yin Ling'er was on the verge of exhaustion.

"hateful!"

Warm blood covered Yin Ling'er's face. In anger, the sword in her hand released a green wave. The wave swept over, and heads, whether they were skeleton soldiers or other monsters' heads, all flew into the sky.

It was like a rain of heads.

Blood splattered in the air, and Yin Ling'er's clothes were naturally stained red by the blood.

Plop, plop, heads rolled to the ground one after another.

Drops of blood dripped down the flowers, and the red spider lilies filled with the smell of decay bloomed more beautifully at night.

"We must find him and kill him."

Yin Ling'er's mind suddenly tightened. If this continued, even if she had reached the third level of Thunder Tribulation, she would probably be consumed to death here.

We must find the gray-robed monk we saw before. If we find him and eliminate him, we may be able to find a way out of this current nightmare.

This is also the time.

Blood was pouring down from the sky.

Yin Ling'er suddenly caught a glimpse of a mountain path that had unexpectedly appeared among the red spider lilies.

A strange figure, a headless monk, hunched over, a corner of his white robe stained with blood, holding a bright lamp in his hand, and hurrying on his way.

Its purpose seems to be Mingwang Temple.

The mountain road was opened up.

Monster, the skeleton doesn’t attack the headless monk?
Yin Ling'er swooped down without thinking and followed.

As for the other party’s horrifying appearance?

It’s not like we haven’t seen headless corpses before. Can it be worse than this?
……

The Death Star is coming.

"How could this be?"

Such a sudden scene was beyond Lin Dong's expectations.

When he looked up, he could almost see the basins, rivers, and majestic mountains on the blood-red sphere.

Lin Dong must be too familiar with this planet, the death star of the underworld ghost world.

Why would a star from the underworld be cast into this place, covering all things with a blood-red robe?

"You'd better hurry up and don't beat around the bush with me, otherwise I will make you regret it." Lin said angrily.

For no reason, at the moment when the Death Star descended, he had a premonition that everything was beyond his control.

The crisis comes from nowhere.

He thought he knew more and more about Locking Dragon City and the Hundred Thousand Monster Mountains, but in fact it was not the case. The mystery, the boundless mystery, enveloped him and he could not tell the direction at all...

Lin Dong boasts of his strength as a peak True Immortal, so the opponents he can imagine are actually only those few people.

Blood River Ancestor? I haven't seen him yet, but the chances of him becoming my opponent are very high.

The Primordial Demon Lord? If the other party really came looking for him, he would not be able to escape.

The headmaster of a college? I don't think it will get to that point.

Nanhua Old Immortal? It's possible, but if he came in person, how could the Death Star dare to come here? Isn't it said that good and evil cannot coexist?
Demon Lord? What is he plotting against me?
Thoughts rolled over Lin Dong one after another, and he counted but still couldn't gather enough enemies with two hands. But at the same time, none of the ones who could name them were easy to deal with.

Therefore, he became more and more anxious, and among all the people, the one who was most convenient to use as a punching bag was naturally the head of the monk Dengcao who was floating in the air and leading the way.

"It has indeed changed, but I don't know the specific reason."

Monk Dengcao shouted.

His voice paused. "It's you. After you came here, everything changed. The various rules of the Shiwan Mountains, the peaceful people in the city, and Ming Wang, Ming Wang also began to change..."

"Can you find Mingwang Temple?"

Lin Dong’s anger became increasingly difficult to suppress.

"It could have been."

The head of Monk Dengcao flew lightly across the aisle from under the blood-red wheel.

"originally?"

Lin Dong gritted his teeth and his voice became two degrees deeper.

"But now everything has changed. Of course, if you give me some time, I will definitely find it by following the scent of the red spider lily. The only difference is how long it takes."

The Dengcao monk's head flying in the air said again.

"I can't give you much time."

Lin Dong's voice became increasingly cold.

……

"Why are you helping me?"

The white fox asked with a ball of black flame on his face.

"You are the person I am looking for."

Wang Xianer's voice sounded a little weak, and the Huodou beside her looked even more exhausted.

"Am I the person you are looking for?"

Bai Huer squatted down with a chilling evil aura on his body, and pinched Wang Xianer's chin with one hand.

"Don't be like this. We are all family now. We are just grasshoppers on the same rope." Nie Xiaoqian pushed Bai Hu'er's face away with one hand and helped Wang Xian'er up.

"Cough cough."

Wang Xian'er coughed up blood, her voice extremely hoarse, "Remember, you only have one chance, one chance to face him directly. If you can't snatch the Bright Glazed Lamp. You should know his character better than us. He will eat you." Wang Xian'er wiped the blood off her face and said.

Bai Huer didn't comment, but turned to Nie Xiaoqian and asked, "What about you? Why are you helping me?"

"I have something to ask of you."

Nie Xiaoqian said expressionlessly.

"Something? What's the matter?"

Bai Hu'er's expression became even more grim. "Revenge!"

Two cold words came out of her mouth.

"What grudge?"

The frown on Baihu'er's face deepened.

"You'll find out later."

However, Nie Xiaoqian had no intention of telling him directly.

"I really don't understand. If you want revenge, wouldn't it be better for you to go find my real self? He is stronger than me, more flamboyant, and he keeps his word."

The white fox's face's tone remained unchanged.

"He can't do that. If I want revenge, I have to rely on the man behind you to take action before I have a chance."

Nie Xiaoqian said coldly.

Bai Huerlian didn't ask any more questions. The three of them looked up at the same time. A huge blood-red disc was suspended in the air above their heads. Arrogant laughter came down from the blood-red disc.

"It's time to go. I don't have much time."

the voice urged.

……

"Damn it, there's no time."

Yin Ling'er was filled with rage. The moment the headless monk exploded, it was like a fuse that ignited a fire. With his desperate attack, he forced Yin Ling'er to defend herself.

Especially the treasure lantern held in the opponent's hand, the lightsaber shot out was extremely hot. Once hit... Thinking of those monsters whose flesh and blood could not be repaired and part of their bodies were almost directly evaporated, Yin Ling'er couldn't help but shiver.

That precious lamp that could cast a golden beam of light was, in a sense, the sharpest weapon Yin Ling'er had ever seen.

In the moment when his mind was wandering, another golden lightsaber burst out from the lamp.

Yin Ling'er raised her knees and calves, and moved her body to the left. The sword light barely missed her, but still cut off a strand of Yin Ling'er's hair. The situation was extremely dangerous.

Yin Ling'er's face looked grim. She originally wanted to condense the sword energy on the sword ball to attack, but after thinking about it, she let the sword ball spin around and fly over her head, then projected a sword energy barrier for defense.

At this time, the headless monk had already flown to the top of the pagoda.

"Amitabha."

The headless monk chanted a Buddhist chant from his abdomen.

The blood covered his corpse like a monk's robe.

Ahead is a mountain road that rolls like a giant python, and on both sides are flowers from the other shore blooming in an endless scarlet hell.

After the headless monk bowed to the Buddha with one hand, he suddenly turned the precious lamp in his right hand upside down on the pagoda. The lamp and the needle on the top of the pagoda fit together perfectly.

Click click click.

As if some mechanism had been alarmed, a series of grinding sounds were heard. The gears at the bottom of the pagoda rotated greatly, and a terrifying mountain roar exploded in the sky.

The pagoda weighing a thousand tons let out a thrilling sound, and an incomparable amount of power burst out from the bottom of the pagoda.

The spire flew straight up into the sky.

"Hahaha!" A wild laugh came from the headless monk's abdomen. The moment the spire separated from the tower body, thousands of sparks burst out. Amidst the endless sparks, the base of the tower began to fade, deform, and throw out parts, and its shape and structure changed and reorganized.

"one two Three……"

The headless monk counted silently in his heart.

In just a few seconds, a steel giant made of rock and metal, four or five meters tall, with three heads and six arms, stood on the base of the tower as if reborn, holding a piece of the pagoda high in its hands.

In fact, this section of the pagoda is the spire that just flew out.

At this moment, above the ruins of Mingwang Temple, it seemed as if a giant deity had risen up - the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King!
The headless monk stood on the shoulder of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, as small as an ant.

"Zhu Xie!"

The Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King let out a dull roar.

A pagoda like a small mountain rose into the air and pressed towards Yin Ling'er. For a moment, Yin Ling'er felt the sky was spinning in front of her eyes and everything became dark.

……

A huge footprint suddenly appeared on the right side of the mountain path, and the ground sank more than three feet deep. Then, at the end of the sight, the second footprint fell down with a bang.

"What the hell is this?"

Lin Dong frowned.

A huge monster like a giant spirit appeared at the end of the sight, holding a pagoda.

The pair of scarlet eyes were filled with murderous light, "Oh no! The pagoda spirit has been awakened." The remaining head of the Dengcao monk shouted.

"Ta Ling?"

Lin Dong raised his brows.

"The Glass Lion is very good at refining weapons and fire. The pagoda in Mingwang Temple is the cage and prison he made for himself. Now the pagoda spirit has revived. In other words, the Glass Lion may have woken up."

The head of the monk Dengcao hurriedly introduced.

"Who would build a prison cell for themselves for no reason?"

Lin Dong asked back, but he calmly rubbed out a spear of lightning in his hand, and threw the lightning spear out fiercely.

"Even with the Buddhahood of the Ming King, it is not certain that he can subdue the glass lion. At the beginning, the Ming King made a bet with the glass lion. In the end, the lion lost and bound itself here for thousands of years."

The monk Dengcao introduced with his floating head.

"Oh."

Lin Dong showed no reaction, he just said it calmly.

boom!
The blazing white lightning spear pierced through the head of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, and huge ripples spread across the mountains.

Boom boom boom.

The sound waves caused by the violent explosion made the space unstable at first, creating a dark spot, and then there were series of sonic booms that were violent enough to cause tinnitus.

a long time.

Amid the thick smoke and wreckage, "Yin Ling'er?" Lin Dong's sharp eyes saw a familiar figure among them.

cough cough.

Yin Ling'er ignored Lin Dong, tilted her head and spat out large pieces of blood scabs from her mouth. Her two small, cute ears were also bleeding. One could imagine how serious her injuries were.

Lin Dong grabbed her wrist and passed a trace of refined magic power into her.

And at this time.

Yin Ling'er raised her head suddenly, blood dripping from the corners of her eyes and ears, and her face looked ferocious.

But just the same, she opened her mouth and spurted out: "Die!"

The blue flames rushed straight towards Lin Dong’s face.

The sticky blue flames enveloped Lin Dong's entire body layer by layer, and a layer of white frost quickly formed on Lin Dong's hands.

The blue fire was an outlier among fires, frantically extracting the heat energy from Lin Dong's body in an attempt to freeze him into an ice sculpture.

"Fire in stone?"

Lin Dong smiled in surprise.

The blue flames, like poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, kept drilling into Lin Dong's mouth, nose, ears and tongue, bringing with them an extreme chill.

If an ordinary earthly immortal encounters such a blow, there is basically no chance of survival, and his soul will be frozen directly.

But it can be changed to Lin Dong’s words.

"Speaking of which, when it comes to playing with fire, especially fire in stone, I should be considered your ancestor."

Lin Dong's five fingers with distinct bones and muscles suddenly reached out and grabbed "Yin Ling'er's" head.

The next moment, a beautiful head flew up into the sky, and until the moment Yin Ling'er's head was separated from her neck, her body scattered all over the sky like shattered ice crystals.

The blood mist wet Lin Dong’s hair.

So now the question is, where is the real Yin Ling'er?

Who is behind the scenes and controlling everything?
(End of this chapter)