Chapter 387 The Life of the Ancient Lion Hunting Spear

Before dawn, the ancient lion Daiqisi was immersed in the hunting game.

Two insidious and cunning mothmen had already come to the top of the Kindness Mountain under the cover of night.

There was no grass on the top of the mountain, but there were circles of charred round wheel marks on the ground. If you look closely, you will find that the black circle ground showed signs of being baked by flames.

It seems that a monster beyond common sense has burst out here with flaming waves of ripples.

In the center of the circles of charcoal black marks, there are four deeply sunken lion paw prints. Even the hard stone under the sand surface could not withstand the huge force at that time and cracked into spider web-like cracks.

The gravel trampled by the lion's feet was once baked into liquid by thousands of degrees of high temperature, and then eroded by the cold wind in the middle of the night. At this moment, it has condensed into four turbid glass stones like plum blossom imprints.

Near these four plum blossom brand vitreous bodies, there is a pile of shattered coke scattered around. There seems to be a strange stench in the air, like the smell of completely burnt protein, which seems to be diffused from this pile of broken charcoal.

But if someone carefully collects these charcoal-like pieces of meat scattered on the top of the mountain, and then carefully glues and splices them together, perhaps they can piece together an ugly and abnormal insect corpse.

Watson stopped in front of a piece of broken charcoal-like meat.

The right eye that really belongs to him in this host body is rotating rapidly in the eye socket at an incredible and weird amplitude. Because the frequency of rotation is too fast, it seems that there is a dark afterimage left on the periphery of the eye.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, and the strange rotating right eye naturally implies abnormal mental activities.

A certain crackling and hissing sound that only exists in the spiritual world slowly flows out from the rapidly rotating right eye, quietly penetrating into the ground on the top of the Kind Heart Mountain like an evil whisper that pollutes the pure heart.

The charred pieces of meat scattered on the ground also began to tremble slightly as if they heard the cry, as if this pile of completely charred and charred meat still strangely had vitality!

But Mary Mostan, who was standing next to it, observed very carefully. She could sense that the tremor did not come from the inside of the charred pieces of meat.

Instead, it came from the bottom of the charred pieces of meat, from the ground under her feet.

As the ground trembled slightly, a thin, smooth, and seamless black tentacles like earthworms emerged from the sand.

They were all part of the charred insect corpse, and before the ancient lion shot out the explosive arrow containing heat and sharpness, they had already left the main body secretly and quickly.

Carrying the secret stolen from the lion's head that could not be transferred out of thin air, they sneaked into the sand and escaped the destruction of the ancient lion and survived by chance.

At this moment, the black tentacles that heard the main body's cry twisted their bodies excitedly and crawled towards the main body's consciousness.

Watson bent down and reached out to the black tentacles containing fragmented secrets. His exposed right arm strangely opened up with tiny holes, and the flesh and pale bones were clearly visible in the holes.

The black tentacles, one after another, naturally drilled into his body along the holes in his right arm, plunged into the tiny blood vessels, and rushed straight to the brain on the high-speed channel of blood flow.

The black and bulging blood vessels flowed slowly under the skin, and the high-speed rotating right eye finally calmed down. The darkness in the depths of the eyes seemed to be emitting sparks of inspiration.

Each black tentacle hides a part of the incomplete secret, like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle with complex patterns.

Each piece taken out alone is just a chaotic and illogical memory, and a rough combination can only get a wrong and incorrect information.

Only after completely decrypting it in a normal way can we get the ancient secret of opening the real tomb of the Shadowless Kings!

The right eye that had been deciphered slowly leaked out a viscous and dark tear like crude oil. This tear seemed to have its own life and was wriggling slightly, like a pool of dark and greasy liquid life.

Watson held the pool of strange liquid that was still actively wriggling and handed it to the waiting female dancer.

"Put this pool of liquid in the ear canal, and it will tell you that you should open the entrance to the Shadowless Kings."

"If Miss Mary, you don't trust me, you can also close the gate between the ear canal and the skull. Just through the resonance transmission of the cochlea and the bones, you can also know the secret of opening."

Although the female dancer had some concerns in her heart, the entrance to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings was already in sight. Whether it was the circles of charred and burned marks on the top of the Kind Heart Mountain, or the ancient lion that was rampaging recklessly in the distance, it could prove that everything that happened tonight was closely related to the Golden General of Blade Sichen - and according to the information revealed by the mentor, the Golden General of Blade Sichen was a high-level official of the Shadowless Empire before he ascended.

Mary Mostan thought to herself: "This pool of viscous and wildly squirming black liquid seems to be very similar to the legendary Water of Oblivion."

"Legend has it that if you drink the Water of Oblivion, you will not only forget all your past memories, but also all your instincts as a human being. Even those who have highly integrated their souls and flesh with their sexual characteristics will find it difficult to escape this oblivion. Even all the secret knowledge in their souls will be forgotten... It will completely degenerate into a blank piece of paper, waiting for the person to write down their future destiny, whether human or beast."

"Even for me, the Water of Oblivion is an extremely dangerous item."

"But Mr. Watson and I have signed a curse contract, and he should not be able to break the restrictions of the contract and cause me any harm."

"Then this peristaltic liquid that is highly similar to the water of oblivion should only be similar in appearance and cannot cause any harm to me."

"But since this trip, Mr. Watson has never shown me complete trust and confession. Even now, it seems that there are still some things that he has not said... Although I also have not completely trusted him."

"Be on guard against others. It is better to be cautious and directly close the door between the ear canal and the skull."

Mary Morstan raised her head and responded with a charming smile that captivated people, and whispered: "How can I not trust you, Mr. Watson?"

After speaking, the female dancer took the still slightly peristaltic black liquid and put it into the auricle.

The liquid that seemed to have life immediately slid into the depths of the narrow ear canal, and wrapped around Mary Morstan's cochlea like a long-thirsty python, and seemed to be wrapped around a fat sheep and would never let go.

The viscous black liquid had already transmitted the ancient secrets as it moved slightly, and the information was transmitted directly to the female dancer's skull through the bone conduction channel.

She already knew the secret of the entrance to the tomb of the Shadowless Kings.

Mary Morstan looked up at the sky that was about to dawn, and the soul body vibrated violently to chant the ancient spell that could not be spoken by mortal vocal cords.

There were obvious pauses and stagnations between each syllable of the ancient spell, but this was not only because the content of the ancient spell was obscure, but also because the gaps between syllables were also part of the opening spell.

The gaps between sounds had the same effect as the syllables of the spell, and the gaps, gaps and cracks were the true appearance of the opening spell.

As the female dancer's soul body was awakened, she chanted the ancient Shadowless Empire's secret spell to open the king's tomb in a violent trembling form, and the space dozens of feet above the top of the Kind Heart Mountain suddenly began to distort and deform.

The gray space seemed to have a twisted vortex.

The invisible and formless vortex of the void was madly devouring everything around it, the cold air, ashes and dust, the rising morning glow, and the nine invisible forces that were everywhere.

When the light between heaven and earth was ruthlessly swallowed by the vortex of the void, this round of invisible and formless vortex of the void also revealed its traces, and the colorful and blurred light seemed to be slowly but quickly circling over the top of the Kindness Mountain.

The mottled and heterochromatic vortex shone with a dizzying and bizarre light, as if it could swallow up all the eyes that came into contact with it, and even sucked the spirit and body of the peeper into it.

This vortex gate that existed in the gap between reality and illusion, which might exist or might not exist, was the entrance to the real tomb of the Shadowless Kings!

The Tomb of Cyrus under the Kindness Mountain and the four imperial tombs farther away were just false tombs that deceived the secular mortals. The real Shadowless Kings had already slept outside the waking world!

At this moment, the Shadowless King's Tomb, which had been silent for two thousand years, finally reappeared in the light of day!

The dawn glow, which should have no outline, also revealed a distorted dim color. Under the terrifying suction of the void vortex, it couldn't help but twist and twist, like a brilliant silk spinning and dancing in the air.

The tiny broken gravel on the top of the Kindness Mountain also floated into the air under the crazy attraction of the void vortex, and the gravel mixed in the streamer forging belt flew towards the sky.

The gravel, dust and the morning glow twisted and twisted, as if condensed into an ascending staircase.

But the void vortex has not yet fully formed, it is still only the size of a human face, and the weird and terrifying attraction has not yet grown strong enough to pull the two people on the top of the mountain to fly into the sky.

But the roar of the ancient lion has resounded in the distance, and the thunderous roar that shakes the sky is like the sky is shaking and angry!

"Three minutes! I still need three minutes!" Mary Mostan shouted hoarsely.

"Got it." Watson nodded slightly and pushed open the heavy and huge steel box, which was filled with a dazzling array of weapons.

He slowly grasped the broken thick-barreled flintlock rifle placed in the most conspicuous position in the box.

This antique model flintlock rifle with an unusually rough muzzle, with dense claw marks and blood stains that were difficult to wash off, looked so broken that it was not even qualified to be displayed in a museum.

But when Watson grasped the buttstock made of some kind of wood that should have rotted but had not rotted, the strange multi-winged mark at the end of the buttstock suddenly burst into a dazzling cold light that was enough to blind mortals!

This peculiarly shaped thick-barreled flintlock rifle was the ancient lion hunting rifle stolen from the Crossroads Order's treasure house.

This thick-barreled flintlock rifle had once participated in the feat of hunting an ancient war lion. Even though the ancient lion had aged and degenerated at that time, it still could not conceal the world-renowned achievement of hunting an ancient lion.

This gun was thus tainted with the cause and effect of lion hunting, and its life would inevitably be entangled with lion hunting.

But hunting lions was the mission that this gun was born to fulfill!

It was born with only three opportunities to release its fury.

The first time it released its fury, it destroyed the heart of the old ancient lion. This was the first time it drank blood, and it was lucky enough to taste the fiery blood of the ancient lion. The taste of the burning blood was deeply engraved in the gun.

It also transformed and was reborn under the baptism of the blood of the old ancient lion. The reputation of killing lions was engraved deep in the scars of the gun body. This shocking record was widely circulated in the history that no one knew about.

The scarred flintlock gun was blessed by the other two blade clerks.

The bullets fired from this gun will surely hit the body of the ancient lion, tear the muscles of the ancient lion, pierce the bones of the ancient lion, and hit the soul of the ancient lion!

These blessings are both an affirmation of its honor and a modification of its fate - it will definitely encounter the second ancient lion again in this life!

However, the long-awaited second release of rage only seriously injured Huanshan's creation, which is a shame that this gun will never be able to wash away in this life!

But fortunately, this regret and shame did not remain in the heart of the thick-barreled flintlock gun for too long... It has met the second ancient lion destined to be killed today!

The last brilliant and furious time in the life of this gun is to stay until this moment, and leave it to the ancient war lion in the distance who is still in his prime! ! !

The broken lion hunting gun could no longer suppress the restlessness in his heart. The broken multi-winged mark on the butt seemed to be flapping its wings actively. The gun body was vibrating wildly as if it was trembling with excitement. The sharp barbed fangs on the trigger had already burst out, and the last bullet was already dancing generously in the magazine!

Quick, quick, quick! Pull the trigger quickly!

I want to kill the lion, I want to slaughter the lion, I want to kill the lion! ! !

The broken lion hunting gun roared wildly and furiously, and the broken five-winged mark fluttered wildly. The wooden wings fluttered and burst out with sharp blade lights visible to the naked eye. The blade lights were intertwined with swords and swords like tangled hemp.

Its fury! Its destruction! Its murderous intent turned into a hungry and thirsty sharp blade light, spreading towards the arms of the gun holder. Even if I drank the life of the gun holder this time, I would definitely burst out the most violent blow in my life! ! !

However, this fury that was enough to devour the knower did not confuse the gunman's mind at all. The other party seemed to be completely unaffected and gently patted the dancing broken multi-winged mark, saying lightly: "Be quiet, it's not your turn yet."

"You are the killing weapon I have high hopes for, of course I have to save it for the most appropriate time."

The broken multi-winged mark looked up at the gunman in confusion. It could clearly feel the rejection in the human's words, but why did the other party's arm with bulging hideous dark veins continue to transmit the power of strife, killing and destruction?

The obsession of the ancient hunting lion gun could not think of an answer, but it knew that it was becoming stronger and stronger, and the last bullet was becoming sharper and sharper. The strength of this power even exceeded that of the first owner many years ago!

The limited life of the gun is burning, and the obsession and spirit have been poured into the bullet. It will burst out the most brilliant and brilliant fury in this life, and it will tear apart the ancient lion that will definitely not escape!