Chapter 225: Funeral Palace in Suburban Beijing (51)
Sure enough, the title of Qiansi really matches the assessment task of the cold-blooded.
Wei Xun thought that if he killed the Yinshan Patriarch, the assessment task would be completed. But he had to think carefully about how to kill her - this person must be killed. Wei Xun did not ignore her actions of constantly approaching the Half-Life Taoist and the subtle killing intention he felt from the Qiansi.
She wanted to kill the Half-Life Taoist. According to the normal logic of strength, once the Half-Life Taoist died in such a place, Bing 250 would be completely isolated and helpless. Although he did not think of the real purpose of the Yinshan Patriarch for the time being, it was not a good thing.
"Do you have a contract with her?"
Seeing that the Yinshan Patriarch rushed to the death mark of the mountain god, the Half-Life Taoist was not in a hurry to chase him. He lowered his voice and asked, "What contract? Let me see if I can get rid of it."
If Bing 250 really had a contract with the Yinshan Patriarch to steal dragon bones, then he was really on a pirate ship.
The Half-Life Taoist held Bing 250 with one hand and used his free hand to count with his fingers.
Seeing that the Yinshan Patriarch had gone far away, Wei Xun said, "It's just a verbal contract."
"No, you really have a contract..."
When Bing 250 spoke, the Taoist Banming subconsciously tensed up, but he relaxed after listening to it - it was normal, Bing 250's voice. He said that Bing 250's cough before should be due to hoarseness, and coupled with the blood-red cloak, it sounded strangely like a playboy.
Fortunately, he didn't show his cowardice at the time, otherwise he would be embarrassed again.
"It's still the kind of poisonous oath."
Thinking back, the Taoist Banming became nervous again. The contract he could calculate was not the kind of contract in the hotel, or the contract composed of title props. It was the kind of contract that swore to heaven and earth, a more traditional contract, such as five horses dismembering the body and five thunders hitting the top of the head.
If Bing 250 and the local demons made a contract and swore, it would be this kind of oath. He just calculated it a little bit, and felt his fingertips numb, and all five fingers seemed to be struck by lightning.
Five thunders hitting the top of the head!
It's a vow about the five thunderbolts! Bing Erwuling was not deceived by someone to swear, this vow is really effective, it's definitely not a joke.
"It's a vow made to someone else."
Wei Xun patted the right shoulder of the half-life Taoist, motioning him to turn right and go to the place agreed with Old Lady Bai before.
"Let's go see her."
Sealing the underground palace is just an appetizer. Using secret methods to anger the dragon soul is the real killing move that Old Lady Bai prepared for the Yinshan Patriarch.
But how could an old hedgehog spirit know this?
Wei Xun had always had guesses in his heart, but when he really arrived at the place agreed with Old Lady Bai, he finally confirmed his guesses. The fifth floor of the underground palace is still rioting, and the situation is getting worse. In Wei Xun's eyes, their heads are all shining like stars. The gold powder floats and falls, less than five meters away from the ground.
It would only take a few minutes to go so close. Banming Taoist wanted to go to the Mountain God's Death Mark as soon as possible, but there was a wolf in front (Yinshan Laozu) and a tiger behind (the person who made the oath of Bing 2505 who was struck by thunder). He thought in his heart - in fact, he didn't think too much. As long as there was a thread, Banming Taoist would follow Bing 250's opinion.
If you carry this thing for too long, you will become a fool.
Banming Taoist thought to himself and lifted Bing 250 up again.
He had been in the hotel for so many years, but he had never carried anyone for such a long time. But now he was willing to carry Bing 250, and he didn't want him to walk on the ground at all.
But it was better this way. The mental pollution in this area was too strong. Who knew if Bing 250 would go crazy? Banming Taoist was also afraid that Bing 250 would die if he let go.
"Tie it up?"
Banming Taoist wanted to use the ink rope to tie himself and Bing 250 together, so that at least he could free up his hands to fight.
"Okay."
Wei Xun, who had been riding a man (Shi Tao) since the first trip after entering the hotel for so many days, said that he was very accustomed to this. It only took more than ten seconds for the two to adjust their back posture while walking. After tying the ink rope, they arrived at the destination.
In front of them was a rare stone wall without dragon mane. The stone wall was slightly concave inward, like a pit for holding a lamp. But it was much shallower than those pits, and inside it was a horizontal bone with restrained demonic energy.
"Is this the horizontal bone of a big demon?"
The half-life Taoist was surprised and doubtful: "How could it be here!"
For a demon to take shape, the horizontal bone in the brain must be refined first. Only after refining the horizontal bone can it speak human language. The refined horizontal bones are strictly hidden by the demon and will never fall into the hands of outsiders.
If a powerful person masters the horizontal bone of a demon, it is equivalent to completely controlling the demon. No matter how much it has cultivated, pulling out the horizontal bone will make it a big demon, and inserting the horizontal bone will immediately dissipate the demonic power, which can be said to be extremely vicious.
"It has committed a serious crime, so it is only natural for me to take her transverse bone."
A melancholy and cold male voice sounded, and Wei Xun saw the shadow of a white dragon appear beside the transverse bone and circle around it.
"Hiss——"
The Half-Life Taoist took a breath of cold air, his pupils suddenly shrank and he stepped back. Wei Xun didn't know what the dragon shadow looked like in his eyes, but it was definitely an extremely terrifying thing. The connection between him and the Half-Life Taoist was so frightened that it twitched and spasmed.
"It's okay."
Wei Xun held the Half-Life Taoist's shoulders tightly and simply stuffed him with a pollen ball. The pollen ball from the Yin-Yang Butterfly has a different effect from the purified magic honey. It is used to soothe nerves and relax people. It is most suitable for making flower tea. Wei Xun simply fed the Half-Life Taoist a whole ball.
There was a thread, and Ban Ming didn't have any emotions of panic or fear. He was 'calmly' avoiding danger. He took pollen to soothe his nervous nerves. Coupled with the sound of Bing 250, even though his brows were still furrowed, Taoist Ban Ming stood still. Stabilizing his position and no longer retreating, he looked at the 'White Flood Dragon' with alert and solemn eyes, and lowered his voice: "Can you understand what it says?"
"You heard something."
Wei Xun saw that its snow-white and slender body was like a man's fingers with clear joints, just a little above the transverse bone. The horizontal bone suddenly turned into a stream of light and flew into the body of a shriveled, snow-white, old hedgehog.
"Now that she has atoned for her sins, everything is settled."
"Roaring, screaming, wailing."
Taoist Ban Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. What he saw in front of him was too scary and weird. It was a pure mass without any shadow, a huge white mass, more than three meters high, and it seemed to be endless in length. It was a dizzying behemoth.
This pure white is inlaid in a thick black paste, as if a huge paintbrush is used to smear titanium white on a completely black canvas. It is painted from left to right, which is extremely abrupt and divided, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
What's even more terrifying is that its body is covered with countless slender pointed feet like centipede limbs. These pointed feet are as sharp as javelins and can easily pierce the 'mountain stone' made of pitch black dragon bones.
This monster was condescending, overlooking them. Even if the half-life Taoist took a few steps back, he still did not exit the shadow range under the monster.
Looking up, at the base of the densely packed jointed limbs and pointed feet, there are hundreds of elongated, olive-like dark green eyes.
The white dragon has a pair of emerald-like dark green eyes, which are a little more profound than the snake's indifference.
"You have the aura of the mountain spirit, the deer boy, and my spiritual bones."
"That's right."
Sure enough, this white dragon is actually a white snake. Wei Xun looked at the old lady Bai who had suffered a heng bone injury, and saw that she seemed to be scared out of her wits and ran away without saying a word, as if she was afraid of the white dragon to her core.
Old Mrs. Bai knew so many clues about the fifth floor of the underground palace. Wei Xun had already felt that there was someone behind it. Then he thought about it carefully, how could he, an old hedgehog spirit, enter the underground palace first and get the complete white snake spirit bone?
It would make sense if the main messenger behind her was the White Snake Spirit who used to penetrate into the fifth floor of the underground palace.
"Deer boy, please ask me to save you. Old lady Bai said you are eager to transform into a dragon and come down to steal the dragon bones."
Wei Xun said profoundly: "Now it seems different from what I imagined."
Wei Xun carefully observed Bai Jiao's eyes and found a hint of disdain in them.
"I am a thousand-year-old white snake. If I had not sworn allegiance to Master Yanshan, with my merits in protecting the mountains and forests of Sichuan Ze, I would have grown dragon horns and turned into a white dragon."
He doesn't care about stealing dragon bones, and he doesn't need anyone to rescue him.
Wei Xun heard clearly, but Bai Jiao's words sounded the same to Taoist Ban Ming as "Wai Bi Ba Bu?" The noises like "Waibi Babu" were almost the same, but Bing 250's words made Taoist Ban Ming's heart skip a beat.
Could it be that the monster in front of me was transformed from the white snake spirit?
real or fake? Or did Bing250 see some illusion? This indescribable mental pollution monster is the best at deceiving people. Once you start communicating with it, you have fallen into a scam. Your spirit must have been broken to a certain extent, and you may even be seriously polluted by it!
Thinking of this, Taoist Ban Ming's heart was filled with confusion——
There is peace and calm in my heart.
There is no such thing as anxiety or nervousness.
"In the past, I was the snake boy under Master Yanshan, protecting the rivers. After the catastrophe that day, the master died, leaving me and the deer boy alone to look after the mountains and forests."
The snake boy said coldly and spoke very quickly: "As time goes by, I feel that something is wrong."
When a mountain god dies, the divine power should return to nature and be integrated into the mountains and rivers. A hundred years later, by chance, a new mountain god will be born. When Yan Shan fell into the depths of the underground palace, he should have been remembering the old agreement between him and Long Gu, using the power released when he died to help Long Gu transcend, reincarnate, and transform into a dragon.
But something unexpected happened in the middle.
The White Snake Spirit had long been qualified to transform into a dragon. It was only when it heard the painful roar of the dragon bones that it insisted on going deep into the underground palace. But he never expected to see the body of the mountain god.
After the death of the mountain god, instead of returning to nature, he turned into a 'corpse'! This kind of god born out of faith has never been said to have a corpse. This 'corpse' is more like a filthy and evil force. The corpse of the mountain god has polluted the dragon's bones and tainted the dragon's veins. In this way, the situation is irreversibly deteriorating. run in the direction.
"In desperation, I transformed into a dragon, but failed. I could only use the body of a dragon to help the dragon's veins continue, and asked Xiaobai to find various spiritual objects for my bones to replenish my spiritual energy."
No wonder, when Wei Xun took a closer look at the entwining golden dragon and silver dragon, it didn't look like they were fighting and devouring, but more like they were dependent on each other and helping each other.
Xiaobai in Bai Sheling's mouth is Old Mrs. Bai. The Hedgehog Spirit is good at escaping from the ground, so the White Snake Spirit chose her. But who would have thought that over the past thousands of years, Mrs. Bai's ambition has grown day by day, and she actually wants to go deep underground and seize a trace of the dragon's energy!
Bai Jiao did not elaborate on this matter. In short, the situation has deteriorated so far, and it is also the influence of Mrs. Bai. So he took away the crossbones of the old lady Bai, tortured her, and asked her to find various sacrifices.
The birth of the ginseng spirit was all directed by Mrs. Bai, in order to attract many old demons to sacrifice the dragon bones. The Tai Sui inside the spirit snake bone was also found and placed inside by Old Madam Bai.
"Have you found a way to let her go now?"
Wei Xun chuckled, and Bai Jiao returned Mrs. Bai's Henggu, obviously thinking that she had atoneed enough for her sins. And Mrs. Bai's latest masterpiece - the first is to attract the ancestor of Yinshan, and the second is to attract him Bing250.
Half-life Taoist priests should not count.
"She has a strong aura of death, and may be able to replace the dragon bone and sacrifice to the mountain god."
Bai Jiao stared at Wei Xun closely: "And you have the protection of dragon energy and the Samadhi True Fire, you must be a royal family member from the Eight-armed Nezha City."
Bai Jiao always keeps his word. The reason why he was patient enough to say so much is not only because the person in front of him can understand his words and see through his polluted truth, but also because of the aura he exudes.
As soon as Wei Xun entered the fifth floor of the underground palace, he was noticed by Bai Jiao!
"The mountain god's words are as good as gold. I must fulfill the master's wishes and help the dragon bone become a dragon."
He has only one purpose - I hope to take this opportunity to help the dragon bone get rid of the fate of being polluted and collapsed.
"Not good!"
But just when Bai Jiao opened his mouth and was about to say something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the center of the hall, shocked and angry.
"Bold!"
"Boom!!!"
Just as Wei Xun and Bai Jiao were talking, a fierce battle had already begun in the middle of the fifth-floor hall of the underground palace! The swamp formed by the death mark of the mountain god, which was like a turbulent quagmire, was not affected by the dragon mane. The air waves stirred up by the energy impact even stirred up the dense death energy in the swamp.
The two groups of black shadows entangled with each other, and it was unknown how many rounds they fought in an instant. They were as fast as ghosts and ghosts, and the human eye could not catch their figures at all. Even the air waves that were stirred outward were half a beat slower than their movements.
"Boom!"
Another fierce confrontation, the two figures suddenly separated in the thick black death energy, one of them retreated several steps, and the other fell into a disadvantage and flew backwards directly.
"Boom!!"
The one who lost was the Yinshan Patriarch! She hit the dragon mane heavily, and her back was covered with greasy and sticky juice. The dirty liquid corroded her black robe in an instant and soaked into her bones, but the Yinshan Patriarch didn't care about it at all.
With a muffled sound of "click", the bones of the Yinshan Patriarch were disassembled and fell down in an instant. The next moment, a bright silver light flashed, and a scimitar suddenly appeared like a silver moon, slashing towards the place where the head of the Yinshan Patriarch was just now.
"Click!"
The black robe that had not yet fallen was cut off by the silver scimitar. The blade did not stop and actually cut directly on the dragon mane.
This dragon mane was actually split in half!
"Boom!"
The broken dragon mane exploded from it, exploding a thick white and sharp dandruff, like flying snow and a rotating silver-white sharp knife. Anyone could only temporarily avoid the sharp edge.
With a gurgling sound, the scattered bones of the Yinshan Patriarch teleported three meters away, and formed a human shape again, shrouded by thick black yin energy, and then formed a black robe. The silver scimitar spun back as if it was being pulled, and fell into the hands of the extremely tall silver-white figure——
He had long silver-white hair, and wore a cloak like a tour guide, covering his body. He wore a pure white mask on his face, and a silver crescent moon was engraved on the left half of the mask.
It was the Silver Moon Killer!
The Yinshan Patriarch gritted his teeth and thought to himself that it was bad luck. How did the Silver Moon Killer sneak in? ! He is the second-in-command of the West District Butcher Alliance, the highest-ranking passenger in the Butcher Alliance, and the only connected passenger of the S2 Lizard Duke!
The true identity of the Silver Moon Killer has always been a mystery. The representative symbol is the Silver Moon Scimitar in his hand, which is only second to An Xuefeng's Return Knife and is the second-ranked offensive exclusive weapon in the entire hotel. Apart from this, he is as mysterious and unpredictable as a tour guide.
But now the Yinshan Patriarch knows that this person is definitely one of the three West District passengers in the team!
It really hit the iron plate!
The Yinshan Patriarch gritted his teeth. Now the fifth floor of the underground palace is completely in chaos, and there is spiritual pollution everywhere. The live broadcast of the hotel should be completely blocked, and even the sight of the hotel is difficult to look here-no wonder this kid dares to release his power and exert his full strength!
But he dares to do it, but she can't. First, this is just her puppet, and the power is insufficient. Second, the tour guide is fundamentally different from the tourists. If she goes all out and shows the alienation state, the spiritual pollution of the entire fifth floor of the underground palace will first deal with her.
The Yinshan Patriarch wanted to retreat, but the current situation was beyond her control. The situation turned around, and the sharp silver light came again. The blade cut the bones of the Yinshan Patriarch before it came close-hey, with the thread, she would not feel pain, and there was no negative emotion at all.
Now the Silver Moon Killer wants to kill her and keep the secret.
"Hah!"
The Yinshan Patriarch scolded and gathered a thick death aura. But this death aura was strong on the outside and weak on the inside. As soon as the blade fell, the death aura completely dispersed, but the figure of the Yinshan Patriarch also disappeared from the original place and hid in the death aura stimulated by the turbulence of the mountain god's death mark.
Facing the enemy head-on, she is purely short-handed and long-handed, and her strength is to manipulate the dead energy from a distance.
"Damn the thief!"
There is no need to think too much about the reason why the Silver Moon killer sneaked in. First, he wanted to steal the valuables on the fifth floor of the underground palace, and second, he was probably going to attack Bing 250. Even if there was a confrontation mission, he could not kill Bing 250, but as long as he was seriously injured, Bing 250 would definitely die in such a dangerous fifth floor of the underground palace.
That's right, she was fighting to protect Bing 250!
She repeatedly emphasized this idea in her heart to hypnotize herself, and the Yinshan Patriarch really found that the feeling of pain that was originally still faint had disappeared now - Bing 250 was not strong enough, and the pulling silk could not have a complete effect, and she had to take the initiative to complete it.
The Yinshan Patriarch, who is good at controlling puppets, is also familiar with self-psychological suggestion. The stronger the pulling silk effect, the more she quietly released some of her power. The impact of mental pollution really came, but the Yinshan Patriarch was experienced and knew that this level of mental pollution brought emotional influence and emotional collapse.
But with the thread, she could not feel any negative emotions!
"Ha!"
Another confrontation, this time the Yinshan Patriarch came from behind and turned from a disadvantage to an evenly matched opponent. She felt that although the spiritual pollution in the fifth floor of the underground palace was targeting her, it was more targeted at the Silver Moon Killer.
He must have taken something from the Mountain God's Death Mark, and the underground palace would never let him leave.
"Boom!"
The surging death energy cunningly wrapped the skeleton whip and lashed at the Silver Moon Killer fiercely. The opponent crossed the scimitar and suddenly chopped it down. The bone whip made a snapping sound on the verge of breaking, but this time it was not cut off, but was wrapped around the Silver Moon scimitar like a snake.
The Yinshan Patriarch used the force to pull, and the bone whip was tightened. Although he did not pull the scimitar, he was in a stalemate with him.
At the same time, the bone finger hidden under the sleeve of the Yinshan Patriarch flicked lightly, and the death energy suddenly condensed into dozens of bone puppets to attack the Silver Moon Killer. The strong man who was originally invincible was caught in a fight for a while.
But seeing victory waving to her, the Yinshan Patriarch did not feel happy at all, but only solemn. She knew that with her current strength, she could never kill the Silver Moon Killer, and at most she could fight with him.
But they didn't have much time left - seven minutes had passed since the underground palace was sealed, the mountain god was crying, and the dragon bones were rioting.
There were only three minutes left, and the underground palace would be completely sealed. The flesh and blood of the severely polluted dragon would fill the entire hall, and with the catalysis of the mountain god's death mark, I'm afraid that a very terrifying spiritual pollution monster would be born here.
It was necessary to leave here within three minutes, but the Yinshan Patriarch seemed to be unaware of the urgency of the time, and continued to slowly control the puppet to fight with the Silver Moon Killer.
Qiansi gave her absolute calmness. She knew that the most anxious person now was not her, but the Silver Moon Killer!
If the underground palace was really completely sealed and they were all trapped in it, if there was a chance of survival, this chance would definitely be in the hands of the Orientals. The more critical the moment, the more the original small difference would be magnified.
As a person from the West District, if the underground palace is sealed, unless the Silver Moon Killer has the strength to kill the spiritual pollution monster, he will definitely die.
"The Silver Moon Killer is going to break through, God, he is really patient."
While the battle was intense here, the Half-Life Taoist was watching nervously with Wei Xun on his back. At this moment, Wei Xun held the Ming Dynasty token in his hand and stimulated the dragon energy in it to surround him.
In Wei Xun's eyes, as soon as the dragon energy came out, the slowly falling golden dust in the air immediately floated towards them, which was another terrifying scene in the eyes of the Half-Life Taoist.
Of course, these dusts did not hurt them, but allowed them to hide and watch the battle at close range. Seeing that one of them was the Silver Moon Killer, the Half-Life Taoist almost had a myocardial infarction - calm, calm.
"What is he afraid of?"
"He is afraid of nothing in this world. The Silver Moon Scimitar is also a mad sword that has won 99 out of 100 battles. If there is anything he is afraid of, it is only the Returning Blade. The only thing he cannot defeat is the Returning Blade."
The Half-Life Taoist shook his head and felt that this situation was very tricky: "To be able to fight the Silver Moon Killer for so long, this Yinshan Patriarch is not simple. He controls the white bone puppets so beautifully. I even suspect that he has seen a little puppeteer."
The Half-Life Taoist lowered his voice and said regretfully: "It would be best if one of them died. If one of them dies, we will have a sacrifice."
Just at the last moment, Bai Jiao told Wei Xun that the only way to leave here is to take the Death Mark of the Mountain God before the underground palace completely riots.
This mark was originally the life gate of the Yin Array on the fourth floor of the underground palace. Because the Mountain God died here, the Yin Array on the fourth floor of the underground palace mutated and gave birth to a terrifying array spirit like a giant undead spirit.
As long as something is sacrificed to the Mountain God Mark, it can be transmitted from here to the fourth floor of the underground palace! If you want to satisfy the mountain god's corpse, you either need blood food or something full of dead air.
The Silver Moon Killer and the Yinshan Patriarch both fit the bill. But with the eyesight of the Half-Life Taoist and Wei Xun, they can see that the two have held back and will never be stupid enough to fight to the death here.
"Catch that old hedgehog."
Covered by the thick slurry, outsiders cannot find them, but the Half-Life Taoist can look outside without scruples. He is talking about the group of white shadows squatting not far away - if Old Lady Bai wants to go out, she can only take the mountain god mark.
As a former traitor, it is good that Bai Jiao did not kill her, and he will never give her any advantage.
She also thought that when the Silver Moon Killer and the Yinshan Patriarch were both injured, she would take the opportunity to sneak attack and then sacrifice and leave. But she didn't expect that the mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole was behind, and she was also targeted.
It is actually not easy to divide her alone. The Half-Life Taoist and Bing 250 have to go out, and at least two have to be sacrificed. But at least catch one first, so it is the safest way.
Wei Xun patted his left shoulder and signaled Banming Taoist to go left - the left side was the opposite direction of Old Lady Bai, opposite her!
"What a risk, alas, it's actually safer to catch her."
Banming Taoist sighed, persuading Bing 250, but his body honestly walked to the opposite side of Old Lady Bai, and slightly adjusted the angle. He understood what Bing 250 wanted to do.
The two talked for less than half a minute, but it seemed to be performed according to the script. Almost as soon as Banming Taoist stood firm, a golden and dazzling object shot out and flew towards them!
This object was thrown by the Silver Moon Killer in the fierce battle, and it was thrown in the opposite direction of Old Lady Bai! As if they had a tacit understanding, the two who were still fighting fiercely just now suddenly separated. The Silver Moon Killer threw a scimitar to kill Old Lady Bai, while the Yinshan Patriarch chased after the golden object!
Silver Moon Killer really chose to withdraw at the last moment. The ancestor of Yinshan just showed his attitude by fighting him desperately, so he finally decisively chose to throw away the treasure he had obtained from the mountain god's death mark, and instead killed the old lady Bai. Use her as a sacrifice to sacrifice the mountain god's mark and leave the underground palace.
Correspondingly, the Yinshan Ancestor stopped fighting and gave up snatching Old Lady Bai, and instead pursued the treasure. The battle between smart people lies in eye contact.
Here, the old lady Bai was peeping her head, squinting her eyes, waiting with fear for the battle ahead to end, and picking up the body herself. Unexpectedly, a sharp silver light flashed across the ground, and her head and neck were suddenly separated, twitching and turning into a corpse.
The Silver Moon Killer waved his hand and picked up the body of the old lady Bai, but his scimitar kept moving, circled around like a boomerang, and then silently attacked the Yinshan Ancestor like a ghost!
The ancestor of Yinshan looked very ugly.
Just before she was about to catch up with the golden treasure, there was a shameless person waiting there. He stretched out his hand to take it and cut off the treasure!
"Hey, isn't this a coincidence?"
Banming Taoist handed the things to Bing 250, smiled and said hello, and ran away. He was not only afraid of the ancestor of Yinshan Mountain when he ran, but he also saw the sharp silver light that was speeding towards him!
The Silver Moon Scimitar that originally attacked the Yinshan Ancestor seemed to have found its way. After the Taoist Half-Life took away the treasure, it turned around, bypassed the Yinshan Ancestor, and attacked the two of them. How could a pair of Taoist Ban Ming's legs outrun the Silver Moon Scimitar? The sword's energy came almost instantly, stabbing the person's scalp with numbness!
"Throw it away, throw it away——"
The death crisis suddenly came, and the terrifying sword energy came like a huge wave. The half-life Taoist risked his life and ran as fast as he could. At the same time, he kept throwing the scarecrow, iron zombie skin and other props back, but they were all cut off by the sword energy. The silver moon curved. The knife was so terrifying, it was obviously aimed at the treasure thrown by Silver Moon Killer!
As expected, Silver Moon Killer is as cunning as a wolf and as domineering as a wolf, and he will never let go of the treasure he has captured easily. The awe-inspiring blade came suddenly, and the death's sickle almost cut their throats. At this critical moment, Wei Xun threw something away, but there was no golden light at all.
What he threw out was actually a light blue cloak!
This is his spare tour guide cloak, and it actually has a hole in it. This hole was exactly the hole that was poked by Zhang Xingzang's return knife when he was teleported to An Xuefeng when he was rescued in the past!
The only opponent that Silver Moon Scimitar cannot defeat in this life is the Return Knife. These powerful exclusive weapons all have their own consciousness. Although this is just a hole-in-the-wall cloak, it still has the remaining aura of the Return Knife. There are two consequences of throwing the cloak. The first is that the Silver Moon Scimitar shrinks, and the second is that the Silver Moon Scimitar goes crazy——
"Keng!"
The blade suddenly fell, and Wei Xun raised his hand to touch it. He felt that the originally invincible sword energy had a hint of hesitation and weakness - he made the right bet! However, the force of the falling blade was still extremely terrifying. Wei Xun's tiger's mouth burst apart due to the pressure. The half-life Taoist carrying him suddenly bent over and was almost pressed to the ground.
"Click..."
Even the dark copper-colored token that Wei Xun used to hold the blade made an overwhelmed moaning sound, as if it would break in the next moment. But fortunately they managed to hold on in the end.
"call--"
The Silver Moon Scimitar, which failed to kill the enemy, suddenly turned around and fell back into the hands of the Silver Moon Killer like a ray of moonlight. He stood next to the death mark of the mountain god, seeming to glance at this side from afar, then he threw out the corpse of the old lady as a sacrifice, and jumped into the swamp.
He left the fifth floor of the underground palace, which was on the verge of riot, and there was not much time left for Wei Xun and the others!
"It seems that what he got from the mountain god's death mark is the real dragon vein soul and dragon bone that are not damaged at all."
The Yinshan Ancestor appeared quietly beside the two of them, his eyes falling on the Death Ming Token in Bing 250's hand. This originally vague-looking token has the shadow of a brilliant golden dragon on it. It is its existence that allows the Death Ming token to withstand the attack of the Silver Moon Scimitar.
But that's it. The ancestor of Yinshan saw with his own eyes the reluctance of the Death Ming Token against the Silver Moon Scimitar. The Token could not kill her.
In fact, this is indeed the case. If Wei Xun hadn't thrown his cloak and borrowed the momentum of the return knife to block it, the token would have been cut off by the Silver Moon Scimitar. Because the dragon above is not a serious and intact dragon, there are two phantoms on it.
One is the pale dragon bone, and the other is the golden dragon soul. The two are not integrated into one, but are strangely separated, as if a dragon skin and a dragon bone are wandering on the token. And beneath the two, there is an ominous shadow.
[You completed Bai Jiao’s commission and took back the flawless dragon soul and dragon bones! 】
[The God of Yanshan Mountain was ashamed of the dragon bone. When he died, he used up his last divine power to preserve a piece of the dragon bone and dragon soul from pollution. For hundreds of years, the white dragons have exhausted their power to protect them for the mountain god's legacy, hoping that one day they can be reborn, but unfortunately, they are still somewhat polluted]
[You have obtained the Death Token entrusted with the Dragon Soul and Dragon Bones! 】
[Name: Token of Death Entrusted with Dragon Soul and Dragon Bone]
[Quality: Task (Complete the corresponding task before you can take it out of the journey)]
[Function: Mental pollution]
【Remark:
【1. The spiritual pollution of the dead Ming Dynasty, you will fight to revive the Ming Dynasty until death! 】
[2. The spiritual pollution of the Death Mountain God. Whether the Death God is powerful or not depends on his power in people’s hearts. His strength comes from the fear in people’s hearts. When the enemy thinks you can kill him, you will Can kill him! 】
That's good, Wei Xun raised an eyebrow in his heart. He originally planned to use the death bomb, but now it seems that he can save it.
"There are only 30 seconds left to leave, let's go to the mountain god mark!"
Bing 250 has never spoken in front of Yinshan Patriarch, Yinshan Patriarch is used to it, and directly said to Banming Taoist.
"Huh - you are right, let's go quickly."
Just now, Bing 250's pressure directly broke the spine of Banming Taoist. Ordinary people would probably be paralyzed from then on. Fortunately, Banming Taoist took drugs in time and forcibly grew his spine back -
Hey, just play, it doesn't hurt. Now he knows why Bing 250 likes adventure so much and why Ximing people are so crazy and terrifying.
If he doesn't feel pain at all, he can also be fearless and challenge the limit in various ways.
During the conversation, the three of them walked quickly towards the Mountain God's Death Mark. At this moment, the situation was extremely dangerous. The black liquid filled with spiritual pollution engulfed most of the space on the fifth floor of the underground palace and reached their heads. Even though the Half-Life Taoist and the Yinshan Patriarch were not tall, the pus almost stuck to their hair.
What was even more terrifying was that above the thick black liquid, two terrifying and huge figures could be vaguely seen. One side was pure white, and the other side was dirty gray-brown. They were like two alien mountains on the left and right, with countless twisted and hideous limbs hanging on them, floating down, like ropes, and tying up the necks of the Yinshan Patriarch and the Half-Life Taoist!
There were less than twenty seconds left, and a sacrifice was required to leave the Mountain God's Death Mark. Now Bing 250 had the Ming token and the dragon soul's protection, and he could definitely pass the Mountain God's Death Mark.
But one of the Yinshan Patriarch and the Half-Life Taoist must die!
The Yinshan Patriarch and the Half-Life Taoist almost leaned over at the same time to avoid the drooping and twisted limbs, but the next moment they attacked almost at the same time, and the seemingly harmonious atmosphere was broken in an instant.
The flames rose up, and the Half-Life Taoist sacrificed the Dan Fire without hesitation. This Dan Fire was just an ordinary alchemy flame, not special, but the Half-Life Taoist mixed the ashes of the spirit snake bones in this Dan Fire.
The most restraining Yin Qi and dead Qi is always the most rigid and yang flame. The spirit snake ashes burned by the Samadhi True Fire carried surging fire, and the raging fire even forced back the thick paste on the head.
The raging fire suddenly rolled towards the Yinshan Patriarch, and at the same time, the Half-Life Taoist flicked dozens of Fiery Fire Talismans, and used all the means in just half a second.
But the next moment, the Half-Life Taoist pupils shrank suddenly, and two pale bone hands stretched out from the flames, burning on them, but they failed to burn the bone hands. One of the bone hands dug fiercely at the heart of the Half-Life Taoist, while the other dug at Wei Xun's eye socket!
The moment the bone hand appeared, the Samadhi True Fire ignited. Wei Xun, who had not attacked at the same time as the Half-Life Taoist, was waiting for this moment. The Samadhi True Fire wrapped in the Phoenix Flame burned the bone hand with a fire that was dozens of times hotter than the previous explosion. The bone hand that could not be burned by the Dan Fire turned into ashes in an instant, but there were almost invisible thin lines hidden in the ashes.
Puppet line!
The flame can burn the ghosts that have become spirits with Yin Qi, but it cannot completely destroy the top puppets! The puppet line hidden in the hand bones shot out like an arrow from a bow. The one that attacked Wei Xun was blocked by the scarlet cloak, but the one that attacked the Half-Life Taoist pierced his chest!
"Puff!"
The Half-Life Taoist's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His heart was like a big fish hooked by a fishhook, being pulled out continuously.
But the most fatal thing is that he is gradually losing control of his body, just like paralysis, but more terrible than paralysis. His uncontrolled left hand holds the copper coin sword, and is about to chop his head!
Just when the copper coin sword was about to fall, it was blocked by a hand. The round copper coin was like a sharp blade at this moment, cutting deep blood marks on the hand.
However, the other party seemed to feel no pain at all, elegantly, carelessly, calmly holding the blade with his hand, like picking a flower.
The half-life Taoist lost control, and the flames had long dissipated. The Yinshan Patriarch clearly saw the scene of holding the blade. True painlessness is different from not showing it because of strong endurance.
No matter how many times she has seen it, even if she knows that the person in front of her is Bing 250, she will still tremble in her heart for this performance of ignoring pain-
Wait.
Is Bing 250 so tall?
The Yinshan Patriarch suddenly froze.
Bing 250 has always been on the back of the half-life Taoist and has never come down. Now he stood on the ground, and the scarlet cloak that was supposed to drag on the ground was just right at this moment, with the back of the cloak falling to the calf near the ankle.
It was nearly 20 centimeters away.
This height was closer to the terrifying man standing at the top in the mind of Yinshan Patriarch.
"Hmph."
With a cold snort, the Half-Life Taoist shuddered. This voice was wrong. It seemed, as if, very similar to someone's voice?
The Half-Life Taoist's eyes showed panic-calm expression. Bing 250 stood behind him, and he couldn't see what Bing 250 did. But Yinshan Patriarch stood opposite him!
She could clearly see that the man in the scarlet cloak actually raised his hand and touched the thick slurry full of deadly mental pollution on his head!
Wei Xun flicked the gold powder scattered on his head, and his fingertips brushed across the claws of the white dragon. He wanted to curl the corners of his lips, but then he remembered that his brother never smiled, so he kept a cold face.
Wei Xun was playing the role of a playful person! Raising his hand to touch the gold powder (thick paste) above his head was to put psychological pressure on the Yinshan Patriarch. With the Ming Dynasty Token and the Dragon Soul in his hand, these things could not hurt him.
But when Wei Xun really looked up, although he was on a battlefield full of dangers, Wei Xun was fascinated by the beautiful scenery above his head.
How beautiful it is. Those scenes that are extremely terrifying in the eyes of normal people are brilliant and magnificent in the eyes of madmen. What is real and what is crazy? Such a beautiful scene even made Wei Xun feel a sense of emotion in his heart, and he wanted to share this beauty with more people.
Even Wei Xun didn't expect that when he thought about "sharing the beautiful scenery", the Maria butterfly tattoo on his chest actually jumped, like another heartbeat.
"Hiss--!"
The Yinshan Patriarch suddenly took a breath and stared at the man's hand. A little golden light bloomed at his fingertips, and in a trance, the thick black and dirty mucus seemed to have turned into light and magnificent gold powder in an instant.
This moment was actually very short, only half a second, but it made the Yinshan Patriarch's head black, almost sinking into the abyss, and even the calmness of the thread could not suppress the shock and fear in her heart.
Hipster!
This is the most classic killer move of the Hipster!