The giant steel snake roared unwillingly, but still could not escape the gradual melting ending.
The smell of burnt seats, the crackle of burning flesh, and the sparks of the train rubbing against the rails.
"Is it warm?"
Wang Jin shouted.
He was observing all this, not letting himself miss any detail.
The doctor did not leave and could not leave.
Wang Jin needs to mislead the doctor into using the Tower of Human Heads to survive, and seize this rare thing.
"Speaking of which, he also suffers from motion sickness."
"You two usually take the train when you go on missions."
Wang Jin glanced around, but the sarcasm in his mouth did not stop.
"Does it feel familiar? Dr. Chen."
"After many years, the person traveling with you is me."
"It's just that this journey won't be too comfortable."
"This time we will go far away... to the underworld."
His eyes lit up and Wang Jin raised his head with a smile on his face.
——
"hiss!"
The soles of the shoes made a sizzling sound, and Hu Ling jumped up suddenly.
The soles of the shoes were completely scorched, and there were two charred black shoe prints where they originally stood.
After another half a second, the metal roof began to turn red and soften, like frozen dumpling wrappers.
Hu Huo's ability, ultra-high temperature conduction.
"Did Wang Jin ask her to do it?"
Hu Ling tried her best to float in the air and frowned slightly.
Hooray!
In her dazed moment.
Lu Zhishou waved his hand, and the talisman made a sound in the wind.
Portrait with red seal on yellow background.
The portrait shows a large man with a human face and an animal body, with two red dragons lying on his shoulders.
"Damn it!"
The moment she saw the talisman, Hu Ling's instinct told her that something was wrong.
So she threw Dukang violently and tried to break the talisman with her sword.
Unfortunately, the talisman started burning almost as soon as it was thrown.
Du Kang merely pierced a cloud of ashes.
"Ahem."
Blood oozed from the corner of Lu Zhishou's mouth, and his body twisted and seemed a little unstable.
The soles of his shoes had been burned through, and now his whole body was stuck to the roof of the car.
The golden light emitted by the talisman was no longer pure, and the Heavenly Master's movements became much more difficult.
Despite this, he still stared angrily, raised his head and roared.
"Zhu Rongzhao!"
The ashes dispersed.
Nothing seems to happen.
Hu Ling looked at the old man with a complicated expression, and reached out to catch Du Kang who was flying back towards him.
Lu Zhishou can't fly, can't use water balloons, and can't ignore the terrifying heat.
As a result, his hair and beard were burnt and curled, and his Tang suit became tattered.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Zhishou's entire body began to burn.
The skin on his face was burnt and his lips were gone.
The hair is burnt, the fat is melting, the lungs are breathing in scorching air, and the eyeballs are gradually drying up.
Lu Zhishou didn't say a word.
He just muttered those names silently, his ferocious face gradually solidifying.
He is quickly turning into charcoal.
After a few seconds, the charred coal stood there blankly, lifeless.
He seemed to have burned himself alive.
But at the same time.
Zhu Rongzhao's ashes lit up with red light, lingering around Lu Zhishou.
Like two fire dragons.
Then the old man's body was set on fire again.
Lu Zhishou endured the pain silently and walked towards Hu Ling step by step.
Zhu Rongzhao does not have the terrifying lethality of Lei Gongzhao.
But it can guarantee that Lu Zhishou "will not die in the flames".
Of course, that's all.
The trauma to the body, the pain that can make you faint, and the mental shock of seeing yourself changed beyond recognition.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
Lu Zhishou must bear all these inhuman tortures himself.
"Xiaomei...don't be afraid..."
"Grandpa will take you home soon..."
Lu Zhishou murmured to himself, his tone extremely soft and gentle.
But when he raised his head again, his voice became emotionless.
All suffering is not worth mentioning.
Lu Zhishou doesn't even care about his own life.
"I thought you were dead."
Hu Ling looked at the human being in front of him with a complicated expression.
Perhaps because his father had just passed away, Hu Ling was very sensitive to similar emotions.
This pain of losing a loved one has formed an ocean, which will submerge the land at any time.
He struggled and floated in this ocean for twenty years, and also suffocated for twenty years.
Maybe the real Lu Zhishou had already been drowned.
"brute!"
The ferocious old man looked at Hu Ling and let out an inarticulate roar.
"Go away!"
The coke flashed in front of him at an incredible speed.
Du Kang roared out without any hesitation.
The enemy is the enemy, and kindness will only harm yourself.
Phew!
The long sword pierced the chest.
Lu Zhishou did not dodge or defend at all.
He just adjusted the angle so that the long sword would penetrate his chest at a slightly offset position.
Then use your third hand to hold firmly.
call!
Lu Zhishou twisted his body and exerted force suddenly.
"Damn it!"
Hu Ling could no longer remember how many years it had been since Du Kang took his hand off.
But just when she had the idea of "taking back the weapon", her mind suddenly went blank.
Lu Zhishou's thought stealing.
The old man did not pursue the victory, but jumped into the carriage without hesitation.
His target has always been Wang Jin.
Now, Hu Ling couldn't stop him.
——
"We will go far to... hell!"
call--
Throw the gun out without hesitation.
The target is a dark suitcase.
It had been piled in the corner and didn't burn for some reason.
puff!
The suitcase was pierced through, but there was still no movement.
As if it was just an ordinary suitcase.
But Wang Jin did not stop there.
He narrowed his eyes and snapped his fingers.
The spear quickly twisted and shrank, and finally condensed into a small blood-red tower.
Dive into the suitcase.
"This is…!!!"
The moment he saw the small tower, Hu Xiaobei grabbed Wang Jin, broke the car window and jumped out.
Hu Huo's eyes widened as he ejected and left the car far away.
Not forgetting to drag away Hu Ling who was about to chase Lu Zhishou.
The Scarlet Armed Forces witnessed the explosion that destroyed Peach Blossom Pond, and imitated the Blood Pagoda.
Because of this, the appearance of this thing is almost exactly the same as the Iron Pagoda, but the color is slightly different.
Never mind the power.
Anyone who has anything to do with the company will run away when they see this thing.
After all, no one dares to risk their lives.
Phew…what a pity.”
Wang Jin smiled.
If possible, he actually doesn't want to detonate the Blood Pagoda.
After all, the power is far less powerful than others imagined.
But after absorbing a whole train of passengers...it's not bad.
"Wang Jin, you crazy person!!"
A dull roar came from the suitcase.
The doctor seemed quite frustrated.
He thought about Wang Jinhui shooting at him, swinging his sword at him, and even thought about possibly throwing shock bombs.
And they are all prepared accordingly.
But when he saw a small metal tower in his arms, the doctor felt indescribably complicated.
Wang Jin was pulled by the little fox and suspended in the air, with Hu Ling and Hu Huo beside him.
He watched as Lu Zhishou jumped down without hesitation and jumped into the car that was about to explode.
I don't know who I'm looking for either.
boom--
A bloody mushroom cloud rose in the carriage.
It's just not that spectacular and not that powerful.
It's a dud that's not too dumb.
The strategic nature of the Blood Pagoda is far higher than its lethality.
To put it simply…
Not suitable for blowing people up, but good for scaring people.
Blood mist filled the air, and this explosion seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back.
The train stopped slowly.
Wang Jin frowned when he saw the doctor rolling out of the suitcase to the ground.
He also held a jar full of eyeballs in his hand.
"ha…"
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes.
He knew that the jar was the Tower of Human Heads.
Hu Ling may have realized this, or he may have simply relied on his strong combat intuition.
She rushed into the blood mist without hesitation.