lethal arsenal

Chapter 546: One Yuan Jia Zi God
"Are you not afraid of me? Humph, it will scare you."

Lin Yan raised his eyebrows.

At this moment, the green sword in Yin Ling'er's hand was shining brightly.

The green sword energy slashed into the black flames, shattering the black fire dragon head that was rushing in the front.

The sky was filled with scattered embers of black fire.

Lin Yan sneered, raised his arm and the remaining four dragon heads, two of which, one on the left and one on the right, directly bit the green sword light.

Two suddenly different energies collided with each other, and with a "puff" sound, the sword ball that formed the green long sword slowed down its rotation speed.

Boom.

Cracks appeared on the blade of the blue energy sword, and the next moment it shattered.

"what?"

Yin Ling'er's heart trembled, the green sword shattered, and the sword ball flew back.

The black fire that burned so hard that the void was distorted made her face feel hot, and the hot wind forced Yin Ling'er to flip backwards.

Two more black fire dragon heads followed closely on the left and right.

Yin Ling'er's face was swollen with veins, she bit her tongue and bled, then opened her mouth and sprayed it onto the sword ball.

The sword ball, whose spiritual light had dimmed by three points, suddenly became more powerful again.

The moment the sword ball flew back, two sharp sword energies burst out and crushed the flying black fire dragon head into pieces.

Embers and black smoke were falling all over the sky.

Some embers hit Yin Ling'er's clothes, melting holes in them instantly.

The robe woven with magic power became tattered, but Yin Ling'er was in a hurry at the moment and had no chance to repair the outer robe, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin.

The sword ball crushed three black fire dragon heads in total, and the last two heads crashed into Yin Ling'er one after the other.

In the sky full of ashes, Yin Ling'er was like a dead butterfly being hit by raindrops. It seemed that she had no chance to resist except to endure it.

only……

Her gaze was firm from beginning to end, without a trace of weakness.

The black fire in the sky became more and more intense. The black fire dragon head bit the sword ball, and a tooth-grinding metallic roar erupted in the air.

Blood oozed out of Yin Ling'er's lips, and the sword light burst out again, destroying the two dragon heads with great difficulty.

"If you are willing to surrender to me now, I can give you preferential treatment." Lin Yan said calmly, with no emotion in his voice.

"dream!"

Yin Ling'er fought back fiercely.

"What do you like about him? Lin Yuanjue may look fierce, but he is actually soft-hearted and has an unstable mind. He is greedy and stupid. If I were him, I would have entered the realm of Heavenly Immortal long ago after getting those opportunities, instead of being stuck in the realm of True Immortal."

The voice paused and the criticism became more severe.

"He wants everything, but he has nothing! He has less than fifty avenues, and he wants to escape one of them, but he wants to hold all fifty in his hands. How can such a person succeed?"

Lin Yan slowed down the pace of his attack. A huge hand made of black fire formed behind him and soared into the sky.

"You're right, but in the end, aren't you just a copy? Copying everything he says and does. If he's really as bad as you say, why would you copy him?"

Yin Ling'er asked back, grabbed the flying sword ball with one hand, clenched it tightly, and a three-inch sword light burst out from her fist.

Yin Ling'er stepped forward and put her hands on his shoulder, and with her right fist gleaming like a sword, she stabbed fiercely at Lin Yan, who was covered in black fire.

The barrier formed by black fire was unexpectedly pierced through by the green sword light.

Lin Yan's face changed slightly and he moved backwards, but what he didn't expect was that the green sword light actually grew and spread like a plant, trying to wrap around Lin Yan's arm.

"Nanhua Immortal Art is truly extraordinary."

The voice paused.

Lin Yan grinned and said, "I didn't even know you had such a trick up your sleeve."

"Humph."

A hint of pride flashed across Yin Ling'er's face. She took advantage of the situation and continued to exert her strength. She pressed down with her right thumb, and the sword ball in her hand flew out of her hand, turning into a green divine light and blasted towards Lin Yan's head.

"Killing Sword Technique!"

Yin Ling'er raised her eyes slightly, and the bursting sword light was divided into six, forming the distribution of the Southern Dipper, shooting down and pouring down violently.

Boom boom boom!
Sonic booms sounded one after another.

Lin Yan snorted coldly upon seeing this, and the huge flaming hand behind him rose three feet high to protect the front of him.

The sticky black flame hand was chopped into pieces by the sword light.

Jagged cracks appeared on the giant hand made of black flames, and the gaps were as big as a human head.

Thousands of black flames scattered, and Yin Ling'er waved her hand and the sword ball flew back, with a piece of flesh hanging on it.

"Done?"

she thought to herself.

Drop by drop, blood slid down his arm.

Lin Yan covered his arm, and when he let go, there was a deep cut on his right arm.

Chuck, chuckle, Lin Yan let out a shrill laugh.

The smug look on Yin Ling'er's face slowly disappeared.

Because she found that the other two women, whether it was Wang Xianer or Nie Xiaoqian, had their hands folded across their chests, looking like they were watching a show.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Lin Yan sneered.

Yin Ling'er sensed something was wrong and looked around. She saw that the scattered black ashes had actually formed an intricate pattern in the air.

No, it should be a formation talisman, but I was trapped in the center.

It turned out that everything that happened before, the reason why Lin Yan formed the Black Fire Hand and could only defend but not attack, was because of this.

"Tough luck."

Yin Ling'er said secretly.

boom!
Boom boom boom!
The formations were connected, and a black mushroom cloud rose into the sky. The originally gloomy dark clouds were dispersed by the black fire, and a large area of ​​blood-red color appeared in the sky. That was the scattered light of the Death Star.

……

"Let's switch one by one."

Standing on the corner of the temple eaves, the bald man with a fierce look pointed his hand downwards and said.

"What will you give me in exchange?"

Lin Dong glanced at the head of the monk Dengcao that was floating in the air.

"Don't believe him! He is the great demon - the Glazed Lion."

The Dengcao monk's head flying in the air shouted exaggeratedly.

"Why would he replace you?"

Lin Dong asked with a smile.

"Should I change it?"

The glazed lion pressed forward step by step.

"I, I don't know."

Monk Dengcao spoke in a hushed voice.

"You do not know?"

Lin Dong frowned, and a wisp of purple fire flickered at his fingertips.

"I said, I said..."

The Dengcao monk shouted.

Before he could finish his words, boom!

The fierce bald man wrapped his hands in a ball of gilded flame, jumped down from the eaves of the temple, and rushed forward fiercely.

"You guys stand back."

Lin Dong greeted a few burdens and walked forward.

boom!
The purple fire collided with the gold-plated fire, and the space suddenly twisted.

Ripples of flame, embers sweeping across, dripping flames, any of which could melt through several deep pits.

One man and one demon fought with their four arms.

The gilded fist wrapped in lava collided with Lin Dong's pair of purple flaming palms.

The veins on the Glass Lion's arms almost popped out, and under the direct gaze of those purple eyes, the Glass Lion actually felt a little fear in his heart.

The space around the two people was filled with flowing light produced by the collision of fists and palms.

The entangled stance is like an upside-down eggshell.

"Is this all you have? I'm going to have to work harder."

Lin Dong stared at the other party and smiled. The glass lion narrowed its eyes.

"Don't get complacent too soon!"

He shouted loudly, feeling extremely depressed, thinking back to the past... The Glazed Lion attained enlightenment very late, and was once the guardian beast in front of the temple of Acalanatha Bodhisattva.

After the great battle between Acalanatha Bodhisattva and Primordial Demon Lord, the Book of Time History was put into use.

It was not until that period that the glass lion was able to transform into a human form.

Alas, what a pity that despite his extraordinary supernatural powers, he was suppressed under the pagoda again before he had the chance to enjoy himself.

And now that he has escaped from the cage, the sad thing is... the person he meets randomly is actually another expert who is as good as the Acalanatha Bodhisattva back then.

How did the world become like this?
The glass lion couldn't figure it out, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot.

"die."

He shouted loudly immediately, but Lin Dong's strength also suddenly exploded.

The purple Samadhi fire melted through the gilded flame and completely submerged the glazed lion.

Lin Dong raised his shoulder suddenly and punched the glass lion in the face.

Bang! The whole vicious fist almost sank in, and the huge force blasted the glass lion away.

The glazed lion's head was not blown apart by a single punch, which shows that its body is still relatively tough.

Purple flames spread out across the sky, revealing Lin Dong’s cold and hard face, with a pair of inverted, fire-hardened eyebrows, like two gate knives ready to chop down.

The glass lion covered its neck, its tattered face twisted, and it quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Greetings, sir, I am willing to surrender."

"I haven't even tried my best, why did you surrender?"

Lin Dong spat lightly on the ground, and what came out of his mouth were purple flames.

"Tell me, why do you want this head so badly? And what did you say you wanted to exchange for it?"

Lin Dong stretched out his hand, grabbed the head of Monk Dengcao and asked.

……

"I see."

As the Glazed Lion spoke, Lin Dong gradually understood the reason why the other party said that.

After the spirit guarding the pagoda came out, the seal suppressing the glazed lion loosened.

He took the opportunity to break free from the thousand-year shackles.

And it was precisely because of meeting Yin Ling'er.

The Glazed Lion just kept changing his words one by one.

"I figured you were all together, so I planned to use that woman to trick you."

The glass lion explained.

Lin Dong remained silent.

"Then let me ask you, why do you want the head of the monk Dengcao?"

Lin Dong said again.

"go out!"

The glass lion answered with absolute certainty.

"go out?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Dong raised his eyebrows and repeated it subconsciously.

"I want to go out and don't want to be bound here. My Lord, don't you realize that this place is actually a dream, an illusion, a prison... Everything, the so-called Hundred Thousand Mountains are all false."

cried the Glass Lion.

Lin Dong nodded slightly. In fact, he understood better than anyone that most of the things here were just a show set up by Acalanatha.

Of course, as the performance went on, some parts became true, and even Acala himself was involved.

"Can we get out after getting the monk Dengcao's head?"

Lin Dong asked with a smile.

"The key, it's the key!"

The Glazed Lion said loudly.

"No, that's not it, sir. Don't believe his words easily, he is lying to you, he just wants to take the opportunity to escape."

The voice paused, and the remaining head of the monk Dengcao howled, "My lord, have you forgotten what I said? This world is a prison, a prison where Acala suppresses demons, and Yiyuan Jiazi God is the jailer. He wants to use me to lure out Yiyuan Jiazi God, and then let you and Yiyuan Jiazi God fight to the death, and he can escape. Please kill this traitor quickly."

This statement can be described as incoherent.

Monk Dengcao couldn't even convince himself. At the beginning, his voice was quite loud.

Towards the end, the sound became smaller and smaller.

"He has a point, but not entirely. This head is called the monk Dengcao. Back then..."

The Glazed Lion thought that Lin Dong didn’t know the identity of Monk Dengcao, so he introduced it in detail.

"Back then, the Lamp Grass Monk was indeed able to draw down a wisp of thought from the Bodhisattva Acala. His true form was the ignition wick of the Great Bright Glazed Lamp, so he was also called the Lamp Grass Monk. Once the Great Bright Glazed Lamp is lit again, Acala will have a chance to be resurrected from the myriad disasters... Unfortunately, it is no longer possible now."

The Glass Lion's analysis became more and more thorough.

Lin Dong nodded repeatedly.

"What Monk Dengcao said actually makes sense, but the Bodhisattva has been corrupted by the Demon Lord. Now I just want to escape from this world."

"And by lighting the lamp wick, one can glimpse the real world. As long as one does not run into the true spirit of Acala, the so-called golden-armored god, there is a certain possibility that one can escape from this place."

The glass lion explained.

"Where is the glass lamp?"

Lin Dong suddenly asked.

Unlike the Glazed Lion, Lin Dong believed that if he wanted to leave, he could leave at any time.

But then again, after wasting so much time, if we don't get any benefit and go back in disgrace, what's the point?

Besides, the colored glaze cup is indeed a treasure. In this case, of course I would find a way to get it.

We have built a mountain with great effort, so we cannot fail at the last moment, right?
"No, not here, but here..." The glass lion rolled its eyes.

"You'd better not play tricks."

Lin Dong said with a cold face.

Taking a deep breath, the Glazed Lion said again: "In the hands of the One Yuan Jia Zi God, if we want to see the Jia Zi God, we must see through the illusion."

"so?"

Lin Dong snapped his fingers, and a wisp of purple flame instantly ignited the head of the monk Dengcao. There was no way to hesitate.

The head wrapped in heavenly fire kept rolling in the air.

"You are not trustworthy, you bastard." The head of the Dengcao monk screamed.

"What did I promise you?"

Lin Dong asked back.

As the head of Monk Dengcao became smaller and smaller, a golden light suddenly burst out from the Samadhi Fire.

This was caused by the cracking of Monk Dengcao's skull.

The next moment, Lin Dong’s eyes were spinning.

An inexplicable force attacked him, trying to pull Lin Dong into a strange space.

Lin Dong was able to resist this pulling force, but after a brief thought, he decided to let it drag him away.

Strange space.

The golden light faded away.

Lin Dong looked around, everything was hazy, the mountains and rivers were not clear, just like a hazy landscape painting.

What should have been a grand hip-and-gabled double-eaved hall now, unfortunately has collapsed, leaving only a few large pillars pointing straight up to the sky.

In the middle of the ruins is a meter-high wall, no, it should be called a painted wall.

"One Yuan Jia Zi God, why don't you come out!"

Lin Dong suddenly called out.

boom.

A sound.

The golden-armored god in the mural took a step forward, reaching a height of over three feet. Even when Lin Dong looked up, he could not see his chest.

However... although Lin Dong looks short, his aura is actually greater than that of a man in the sky.

Although the golden-armored deity is tall in physique, his magical powers are weak and almost dying.

The golden-armored god lowered his head, looked at the little man who was only as tall as his ankles, and said with a smile: "What you are seeing now is everything in the real world three years ago, and I am about to die."

In the deserted temple and burial ground, without sun or moon, the god in golden armor slowly arranged his funeral arrangements.

(End of this chapter)