Chapter 62 Although there are thousands of people, I will go too
The figures of the earth demon, the succubus, the six Godou Arhats and the five or six branch hut masters first jumped into my eyes, and behind them were a flood of blood-scarved black robes, as well as members of the Evil Spirit Sect. Guards. Looking at this situation, they must have been planning an ambush here for a long time.
The well-known outward passage of the Evil Spirit Main Altar is the pier waterway. If we can really survive after jumping off the cliff, then the only way to escape from the main altar is the pier. This trip was not a fluke, and we had been mentally prepared beforehand. However, seeing this group of hundreds of people, we can know that the Evil Spirit Cult did not search the main altar on a large scale, but put its most important power on it. Before arriving at the mountain gate.
They were obviously betting that if they won, they would get it all, but if they didn't, there would be no big losses.
The man who commanded the Evil Spirit Cult was a gambler, but he made the right bet after all. When I saw three figures running towards the lighthouse quickly from the darkness, all the ambush was launched as scheduled. I even saw the water on the river. A black-backed tortoise-shell boat of the Fish Head Gang also appeared. The leader of the Fish Head Gang, Yao Xueqing, stood at the bow of the boat with two water-splitting thorns in his hands, looking far away.
As the pursuers got closer and closer, I knew that this run had finally come to an end for me.
There is no longer the tragic Huang Chenqujun with a sword, and there is no longer an ex-girlfriend who has suddenly turned around. Running away is the real death, and I must be like a man, no longer solving problems by running away, but knowing how to go. Facing this surging enemy, a man only has one word, and that is "war"! After thinking about this clearly, I shouted to Luo Feiyu: "Right envoy, there may be experts on the lighthouse, please escort me Xiaobei goes, and I will buy you some time here..."
As soon as Luo Xiaobei heard what I said, he couldn't help but stop, turned around and shouted: "No, it can't be done!"
However, her hand was quickly grabbed by Luo Feiyu, who pulled her and rushed towards the lighthouse. The busty beauty said without looking back: "Okay, I know, take care!" She said it freely and easily, However, there was a bit of choking in the words, and there seemed to be crying. My heart warmed, and I shouted to Luo Xiaobei who was struggling: "Xiaobei, remember your mission, Lao Xiao is waiting outside. Come in for support!"
As I spoke, I slowed down and saw the Luo sisters crossing the 100-meter stone bridge and rushing toward the lighthouse standing in the river. The center of this formation must be full of mechanisms, and there is Yao Xueqing on the water who can make people move. Elder Maoshan Shuihuo was resigned to being a master of water warfare who had not set foot in the Dongting Lake area for decades. The difficulties were no less than mine. However, these were no longer the scope that I needed to consider. I turned around and saw a group of evil spirits. The senior leaders of the Spiritual Religion rushed towards him like a black tide. For some reason, there was an aura vibrating in his chest and abdomen, and even the blood seemed to be burning.
Just the day before yesterday, a certain old man with a humble background and an ugly appearance was here. One person and a sword severely trampled the proud face of the huge evil spirit sect with power all over the country and even Southeast Asia under his feet, and countless hearts were broken. The arrogant disciples of the Evil Spirit Sect lay in a pool of blood, and many legendary figures also died under the emerald stone sword.
This situation is no longer a piece of forgotten history, but is deeply engraved in my mind as a bystander at the time.
It formed a spirit, a ray of heroic soul, and now, the old man is lying on the Evil Spirit Peak. It is finally my turn to be the protagonist here.
I, Lu Zuo, came from a humble and poor background. I was homeless when I was young. I was in poverty. I suffered all the hardships in the world and suffered all the hardships in the world. Only with this sincerity, I stubbornly lived in this world. No one saw what I had eaten.
No one can understand my pain for a better life, my expectation for love, and my fear for the unknown future. I have the heart of a little person and live humbly in this world, but today, at this moment,
I want to knock down, beat to death, and trample all these big shots in front of me who have important positions in the entire dark world. I will step on them a hundred times and they will never be able to stand up again!
As soon as this heart surges, the qi and blood surge like the waves of the sea, and the yin-yang fish cyclone in the heart also rotates crazily as if it has been injected with chicken blood.
I raised my head, and there was a sharp whistling sound in the air. It was the talisman arrow fired by the cavemen under the Saint. After countless years of sacrifice in the cold land, the arrow of this thing has gathered a lot of Yin Qi. Once it touches
The ground, that was as powerful as a mortar. I sneered, used my bare hands, did not retreat but advanced, kicked my legs, and rushed towards the dark crowd.
Boom, boom, boom...
After more than a year of accumulation, and the careful guidance of my great-uncle Xu Yingyu, I have already compiled the three great books in Dunzhai Miao Gu inheritance: "The Twelve Methods of Suppressing the Mountains", "Orthodox Witchcraft Hidden - Discussing Witchcraft with Nature/"
"Wu Li Shang Sutra" is well understood in my heart. When charging this time, I visualized the momentum of the mountains like the sea in my mind. Every time I took a step, the ground under my feet trembled with my breathing and footsteps.
The ground began to shake, and then like a galloping horse, I slammed into a bald man at the front.
The Eighteen Arhats have eighteen different faces. At a quick glance, I naturally didn’t know who this person was. However, when the two of us were about to bump into each other, I suddenly discovered that this guy was actually the same guy I saw last time in the Yinmo Courtyard.
The Laughing Lion Arhat who arrived with eyes higher than his head was holding a handy shovel that Lu Zhishen often used in his hand.
This is a comprehensive weapon that combines a stick, a fork, a gun, and a knife. The shovel head is one foot and eight inches long, which represents the eighteen levels of hell. There are two rings hanging on the end of the shovel blade, which represent the two qi of yin and yang. In addition, the shovel head
The iron rings on the top of the trousers, the shovel blade, and the tail of the shovel are all of particular size. They represent the Five Elements, the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Eight Directions, the Six Harmonies, and the Three Talents and Three Treasures. They are magical instruments that contain the most profound principles, and are extremely powerful.
The Laughing Lion Arhat was able to obtain this thing, so he naturally took the lead and swallowed up thousands of miles like a tiger. When he saw me rushing towards him, he calmly raised the convenient shovel to the sky. The breath of the entire space was condensed on the top of the shovel, and then moved toward
I came crashing down.
Although this momentum is fierce, once I enter the fighting state, the energy and blood in my whole body will also reach its peak. How can I be afraid of such attacks? I immediately pushed hard and my speed became several points faster. I was like lightning, rushing in.
When the bald monk was about to smash the shovel down, it crashed directly into his arms.
This great monk had his breasts exposed and his chest was covered with black hair, showing his true qualities as a man. However, he didn’t expect that I was so incredibly fast. I was caught off guard and was knocked into my face. I was like the east wind.
As soon as the heavy truck hit him, no matter how high his cultivation level was, he could not withstand the danger and fell directly backward. The bones in his chest crackled and he didn't know how many of them were broken.
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I used the body of the Laughing Lion Arhat as a barrier and crashed directly into the surging crowd. I was not surprised that I succeeded in the attack. After all, firstly, my skill was far superior to that of Godou Arhat. Secondly, these
Because of the forcible increase in strength, the guy's soul is incomplete, and his reaction ability is far inferior to that of the Twelve Demon Stars and other amazing and talented people. Even the ordinary Honglulu master cannot compare with him. Such a stupid big guy can only
Scare those who have not reached a certain level of cultivation. As Luo Feiyu said before, they are just a joke in the eyes of experts.
The Laughing Lion Arhat and I were charging so hard that we knocked down countless people along the way. The sound of broken bones was heard endlessly. When we both fell to the ground, the big guy under me had blood spurting out of his mouth. He was dying and had already made progress.
He was out of breath, and the handy shovel in his hand no longer had its owner. It just so happened that I didn't have a suitable weapon in my hand, so I immediately picked up the stainless steel pole as thick as a chicken egg.
I mentioned it a little and felt that the convenient shovel seemed a bit heavy, but it didn't matter. As soon as I held the shovel in my hand, I suddenly jumped up. There was an Oolong on top, and then I crossed Wushan with a move, and there was a blood-turbaned black-clothed man.
One man's head was smashed to pieces by me, and the other man's waist was slashed by the shovel leaf, and his upper and lower body parts were separated, spurting out a large amount of blood and internal organs, but that man did not die, and was wailing and wailing in an extremely tragic manner.
Just these two moves made the surging crowd stop in their tracks, and the strong smell of blood billowed over the dock. Only then did people realize that the person they were chasing was not a weak prey, but a killer like Huang Chenqujun.
God. But this blood can only scare me for a moment. What the Evil Spirit Cult believers are least afraid of is blood and terror. After I came back to my senses, countless crazy shouts rang in my ears, and then surged.
The crowd that came over overwhelmed me.
Facing the tidal wave of attacks, I did not fight with them for a long time. Instead, I waved the shovel so loudly that the wind roared, blocking this large group of people on my section of the road, and behind me
, the caveman's talisman arrows shot up large craters one after another on the flat ground, but also blocked the way of many people.
I fought hard, and some people died under my shovel one after another. However, it was difficult to hold on to a tree alone. Even a sword in its peak state could not withstand the surging crowd. Although I used the power of a long weapon to block it,
I resisted most of the attacks, but when the opponent's master pressed me, I was inevitably injured. When the local demon squeezed out of the crowd and came at me with a pair of tiger-head hooks, I finally felt the tremendous pressure.
He stepped back step by step, feeling as if he was going to die in the next second.
However, I did not die. I survived like a strong wind and strong grass. I single-handedly blocked the attacks of hundreds of people, including top masters like Earth Demon and Succubus.
Just when I felt like I couldn't hold it any longer, I suddenly heard a crisp sword roar, and there was a trace of commotion behind the enemy.