Chapter 226 Update 3
His honey is my arsenic and frost. For top tour guides, the most terrifying killer move is to reveal the abyss!
The reality in his eyes is different from that of others. If you want to see the same scene as him, that person will definitely have a mental breakdown! Even though the ancestor of Yinshan was not the true puppet master, but just a puppet, the fear deeply imprinted in her heart still made her almost collapse.
"ah--!!"
I have never heard such miserable screams from the ancestor of Yinshan. Even half-life Taoists were frightened to the point of being shaken. Wei Xun was even more surprised. Of course, he did not know the change in the dark thick liquid in the eyes of the ancestor of Yinshan, but It's too late to pursue this now. Wei Xun kept counting the time until the fifth floor of the underground palace was completely sealed off.
Ten seconds left!
Taking a step forward, he approached the Yinshan Ancestor, hooked his finger, and light green silk threads appeared on his fingertips.
"Does it look good?"
The male voice was cold and indifferent, with a condescending joking tone. Wei Xun hadn't seen his brother for several years, and he didn't know if Xi Mingren was any pervert in the hotel. Adhering to the principle of saying less, he didn't know if he was imitating him.
Who knew that Taoist Taoist Ban Ming would go crazy when he heard his voice.
Who is this? ah? Isn't it Bing250? !
Why did the life-threatening voice come out? ah? ! This, this, this, who is hugging his waist? !
If the body was not still controlled by the puppet strings, the half-life Taoist would have to fight hard to resist. But at this moment, Wei Xun only sees the Yinshan Ancestor, his cloak, height, unique skills, and voice, which are just the straw that breaks the camel's back.
The calmness brought by the pulling thread was the last calmness of the ancestor of Yinshan, but the voice of the life-seeking man made the ancestor of Yinshan subconsciously distracted and noticed the pulling thread. If she hadn't pulled the thread, perhaps the ancestor of Yinshan would still have discovered that the fear and intimidation brought to her by the 'life-seeking man' in front of her was actually not that strong.
But the pull of the thread suppressed everything into calmness, and the Yinshan Ancestor was unable to discover this in his desperation. The calmer she felt, the more fear filled her mind!
Five seconds.
I don’t want to be crazy, I don’t want to be crazy!
No, no, no, it doesn't matter if a puppet is destroyed, there must be no connection with him!
With the tricks of the Ming Xingren, who would have thought that he could control the puppet master himself through the puppet!
"Whoosh——"
"Zheng buzz——"
Four seconds.
The sound of sharp wind and the sound of breaking silk threads sounded at the same time. Taking advantage of the Yinshan ancestor's distraction, Wei Xun did not hesitate to throw the Death Ming Token. This dark copper-colored token was like a dark copper-colored sharp knife. The blade, the mental pollution of the mountain god is the blade, and the fear in the enemy's heart is the poison!
[The power of the God of Death 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 can kill him! 】
Can the Life-haunting Man kill the Puppet Master?
If the puppet master encounters a desperate situation of death, I am afraid he will have the tenacity to break the boat, thinking that I have to live, I must live, no one can kill me!
But the ancestor of Yinshan is just a puppet of the puppet master. Can the life-haunting man kill the puppet master's puppet?
Of course! You can crush it with one finger!
Three seconds.
"boom!!"
The Token of Death suddenly pierced the body of the Yinshan Ancestor. It was obviously very fragile due to the cracks cut by the Silver Moon Scimitar, but when it touched the Yinshan Ancestor's body, it was like a high explosive, exploding all the bones in the Yinshan Ancestor's body. They all exploded!
Two seconds.
Like a masterpiece of obsessive-compulsive disorder, each bone fragment is only the size of a small fingernail, with smooth edges. It doesn't look like it was exploded, but rather like a carefully polished work of art. The puppet silk roots were broken and weakly adhered to the bone fragments, like the tentacles of a butterfly.
Snow-white bones are flying like countless white butterflies.
This is the power of Xi Mingren's move in the puppet master's mind!
Ancestor Yinshan, die!
The bone fragments all over the sky were instantly swallowed up by the thick black slurry and turned into sacrifices to the Death Mountain God. At the last second, Wei Xun grabbed the half-life Taoist by the waist and dragged him into the mountain god's death mark.
"Boom——!!"
The next moment, darkness completely enveloped the entire fifth floor of the underground palace. It was thick and dark, terrifying and terrifying, like an abyss. The death mark of the mountain god is like a quagmire to Taoist Ban Ming, but to Wei Xun, it is like a clear spring. He turned over and looked at the fifth floor of the underground palace through the clear spring water as he fell.
In his eyes, the fifth floor of the underground palace is lined with green trees, green grass like a carpet, and dazzling gold powder is flying, as if the sun has been crushed into gold particles. In the dazzling golden light, white dragons and golden dragons are flying around each other. This scene It's like a dream, like a dream.
The white dragon flying in mid-air was also looking at him. One person and the other dragon looked at each other for a moment. Wei Xun felt his left eye sore and hot, as if it was burning.
He closed his eyes subconsciously, and in his last peripheral vision, he seemed to see the gold powder changing color and turning into darkness. The white dragon swelled and spread, like a ball of spilled white paint, flowing out hundreds of thin limbs as thin as hanging ropes, suspended in the darkness in a gloomy and terrifying way.
Is this the 'reality' that Taoist Half Life sees in their eyes?
Is it because he can see different scenes because of the Dominator series title mission?
'observe'
Starting from the mission to inspire the series title of Dominator in Western Hunan, the only point that can improve the progress of the mission is 'observation'. Wei Xun still remembers the first time he was alienated and grew devil's horns, and absorbed resentment like an instinct and directed it to his left eye, thus Observed those resentments and truth.
The thought lasted only a moment, and Bai Jiao's last words lingered in Wei Xun's ears.
‘Don’t tell the deer boy, %x-on:*%#~&……’
Only the first sentence could be heard clearly, while the latter became a thick symphony-like noise, but Wei Xun could understand what Bai Jiao meant.
Don't tell Lu Tong that Bai Jiao stayed on the fifth floor of the underground palace. Let it revive the remnant of the white snake in the white snake spirit bone with all its heart, thinking that this would revive the white snake spirit, and that would be good.
It was not very strong to begin with, and it became even weaker after hundreds of years of guarding here. There was no need to think of rescuing him by all means, so as not to lose his life.
For thousands of years, only Lu Tong remained on Xiaotang Mountain.
"Boom--!!"
The figures of Wei Xun and Banming Taoist disappeared in the death mark of the mountain god. But although they left, the changes in the fifth floor of the underground palace continued. Without the final obsession, Bai Jiao and the dead dragon had no reservations after sending out the last bit of pure dragon soul and dragon bones!
A thick death aura erupted around the golden dragon, and the bone fragments from the Yinshan ancestor also surrounded it. On the other side, the white dragon roared in pain. The corpse of the old lady appeared around it, and there were tens of thousands of blood foods collected in the past hundred years.
Death energy, blood food, they want them all. Countless blood-red suddenly merged together and poured into the white dragon's body, dyeing the pure white into scarlet. The monstrous blood energy suddenly surged out. His flesh had long been rotten, and the spirit snake bones were left outside. Only the soul was left here.
The dragon soul on the fifth floor of the underground palace had long been polluted by the corpse of the mountain god. At this moment, the white dragon wanted to use the bloody power to transform into a new dragon soul!
But at this moment, a blue-gray giant hand quietly stretched out from the mountain god's death mark. The hand was covered with pus, blue-gray like iron. As soon as it appeared, the figures of the white dragon and the golden dragon suddenly became illusory, and there was a faint image of disintegration!
"Boom!"
The lights were bright, and the eighty-one pits on the rock wall and the eighty-one mountain ghosts turned into lamps were ignited at the same time at this moment, shining brightly. The light reflected on the giant hand made it stop for a moment! At this moment, Bai Jiao successfully transformed!
The dragon bones full of dead air combined with the bloody dragon soul, only in this way can the body of the mountain god be suppressed again. Even if this is equivalent to fighting poison with poison, which will make the situation worse in the future, at least it will not cause the body of the mountain god to explode now, and it can delay the arrival of the disaster!
Now that we can wait for Bing 250 and his team, I believe that in the near future, we will definitely be able to wait for stronger ones to completely free the mountain god.
Reason was torn and swallowed by blood, and Bai Jiao seemed to see the gentle and powerful god who tied his hair with peach branches, dressed in white, and thousands of years ago.
The Lord - Lord Yanshan, he didn't want this...
What went wrong.
The emerald green eyes of Bai Jiao were gradually covered with blood, and his mind was annihilated. Pain, regret, sadness, and attachment all turned into nothingness. The blood in front of him was more colorful than the peach branches in Lord Yanshan's black hair. Its last look was towards the east, where the ghost lantern was, the ghost, Taoyao, and in a trance, it seemed to see a figure standing there, just like Taoyao with a bright smile in the past... No!
There is really a person standing in front of this ghost lantern!
"Mountain God, Yanshan."
No one could imagine that someone could stay in the fifth floor of the underground palace, which is so terrifying now! Whether it is mental pollution, dead resentment, or violence and blood, it can't make the calm face of this young Taoist priest move a little bit.
Bai Xiaotian stood there quietly, watching from beginning to end like a bystander. Except for the moment when Bing 250 stretched out his hand to make the abyss appear real, his face changed slightly, and his expression was always as calm as ever.
And now, when Bing 250 and the half-life Taoist disappeared, Bai Xiaosheng's hand appeared with a golden crescent-like scimitar.
A replica of the return knife.
As the knife flashed, an orange-yellow light shone out, and time almost froze. The white dragon, who was about to transform into a blood dragon soul, retained the last bit of consciousness!
But it was not enough.
Bai Xiaosheng made a move, and another golden light flew out from the quagmire of the Mountain God's Death Mark, with a trace of moonlight-like silver light on it.
It was also a replica of the Returning Sword, but it was stained with the silver light of the Silver Moon Scimitar.
When Bing Erwuling threw out the cloak pierced by the Returning Sword, he took the opportunity to make a move in the Mountain God's Death Mark and buried a replica of the Returning Sword, so as to prevent the Silver Moon Killer from being teleported to the fourth floor of the underground palace-
The Silver Moon Scimitar, who could not defeat the Returning Sword, suddenly saw the replica of the Returning Sword buried deep in the Mountain God's Death Mark, and either fled in fear or ran away.
Subtle changes will bring big trouble to the Silver Moon Killer. He would most likely spend a long time in the Mountain God Mark, which would save him from going out first and waiting on the fourth floor of the underground palace to hunt down Bing Erwuling and others who came later.
"Snake boy, dragon bone."
With a clang, the two replicas of the Returning Sword in Bai Xiaosheng's hand merged into one, and the orange-yellow light on the blade was even stronger. Wang Yushu exhausted all his efforts but could not replicate the Returning Sword, so he could only create this kind of defective product with a hundred times weaker power. Fortunately, they can be connected through fusion to increase their power, but there is also a limit.
This time Bai Xiaosheng brought a few swords. He closed his eyes and opened them again. A golden red fire flashed, like the power sealed in his eyes bursting out. At this moment, Bai Xiaosheng's eyes actually had some of An Xuefeng's charm!
"Devote yourself to the fusion here and seal the Mountain God. This is not your way back."
The next moment, the bright orange-yellow light swept past, and Bai Xiaosheng threw the Returning Sword. The sword light was like an orange lightning, and it slashed towards the giant hand of the Mountain God's corpse in an instant!
However, after the knife flashed, there was no trace of scar on the giant hand. Only by looking closely can you find that it is covered with golden chains! The death energy in the sky suddenly gathered, as if it was all sealed in the giant hand of the mountain god. The almost stagnant time began to flow again, but the influence of the mountain god's body was completely blocked.
It is no longer necessary to merge the blood dragon soul and the death dragon bone to seal it!
Under the reflection of the orange-yellow light, the white dragon incarnated as the blood dragon soul regained a bit of consciousness, and the dragon bone death energy was also restrained inside, and their fate was rewritten in an instant.
"Break the way back."
The knife on the way back, cut off the way back!