Chapter 322 Its not good to hit anyone. You hit Erlangshens dog.
Chapter 322: The True Monarch of Lingxian
"Fellow Daoist Chen, this poor monk feels that a vision is about to appear."
The sound of the Buddha spread, and in the forest at the foot of the mountain, the Zhenhai monk jumped up on a branch, held his seal on the tree trunk and looked in the direction he came from. In the sky, the sword light descended, and Chen Yuan hung his sword and floated on the top of the tree cage, frowning slightly.
As the thunder rumbled across the sky, in his eyes, at the end of the distance, a ray of light dragged a golden flame tail straight into the sky.
A familiar feeling emerged from his heart.
"Erlang...Zhenjun?"
Chen Yuan himself was a little surprised by the title he murmured. He had tried several times in the past but could not get Erlang Shen to come out. That time, Yi Ren thought she could see Yang Jian show his sage, but Lei Zu Wenzhong was the one who took the call.
The silent appearance this time was really unexpected.
Just when I was wondering why Erlang Shen suddenly appeared as a saint, the golden light that submerged in the clouds broke through the clouds and fell straight down. It turned an arc and flew towards the forest at the foot of the mountain. The dense forest below was rolling up with air waves.
They separated to the left and right, and flashed past Chen Yuan with a huge roar.
In the blink of an eye, even Chen Yuan, who was in the Nascent Soul Realm, could only vaguely see the outline of Mohu Lake in the golden light. He was wearing a platinum robe and gold armor, and held a long weapon in his hand. He couldn't see the rest clearly.
, and disappeared in front.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, which god is this?"
Monk Zhenhai has seen many outstanding people, he has also seen the Yin gods summoned by Chen Yuan, and even two gods in the sky. This is obviously something he has never seen before, and Chen Yuan did not cast a spell to invite the gods, but just came out on his own.
, which surprised him a little.
"This... god... may have this temperament. However, if he comes here in person, then everything will be fine for Lao Sun and Master."
Although I still don't understand why Erlang Shen suddenly appeared, now that I'm here, things have become much simpler, and Chen Yuan is not so anxious.
As for whether those Western barbarians live or die, it all depends on the mood of Erlang Shen.
"Let's go, let's follow. Maybe the young master won't be able to fight."
In the midst of his words, Chen Yuan raised the Moon Sword again and flew towards the direction. In the overlapping winding mountains, the burly bald barbarian was standing in front of the wooden frame, looking at the silent Madman in confusion.
Old man, I wonder why no blood flows out when a person dies.
"Is it because the ritual instruments used for sacrifice are old?"
He stretched out his hand to pluck the handle of the dagger, then suddenly grabbed it and pulled it out violently. The crazy old man, who had tilted his head and made no sound, suddenly raised his neck, twisted his mouth and squinted his eyes, yelled "Wow", hissed, and kept shouting: "
It hurts, it hurts...I won’t play anymore.”
The bald barbarian frowned, looked at the wound on the old man's chest, and inserted the bone dagger back again.
"Whoa, ah, ah..." The crazy old man winked with a headache. He jerked his arms outwards, and the ropes that bound him snapped. He kicked off the wooden frame with his feet, jumped up, and landed in the broad space behind the bald barbarian.
place, pull out the dagger from the chest.
"I just want to play with you. What do you mean by thrusting back and forth? I won't play anymore if I don't want to."
The crazy old man threw away the dagger and walked towards the fat Taoist, "Fat Taoist, let's take a walk. I'm going back with you. These people are not fun, and I'm tired of watching them dance with their bare buttocks."
"Old madman, you have finally thought of your way." Sun Zhengde hung on the wooden frame with tears in his eyes. After saying this, his voice suddenly became urgent and he shouted: "Be careful, that barbarian is going to kill you."
The crazy old man turned slightly to the side and pinched the palm he had caught with his backhand. Looking at the bald barbarian who was attacking from behind, the crazy old man shook his head at him and stuck out his tongue back and forth.
"A little bit...not hit."
Seeing the crazy old man's expression, the barbarian leaned back slightly, and then gritted his teeth. Apparently he understood that the other person was ridiculing him, and the hand that was caught suddenly emitted a stream of black smoke.
"Oops." The crazy old man hurriedly let go of the barbarian, and kept patting his face with both hands, trying to disperse the black energy. The bald barbarian stretched out his hand to grab it, and the bone dagger left on the ground flew back into his hand, and aimed at the old man's chest.
He pricked it again, and then, his ankle suddenly hurt. He lowered his gaze and saw that it was the white dog he had kicked away just now.
Without Chen Yuan's order, the Xiaotian Dog was just a beast transformed from dead wood. It actually had some spiritual consciousness and was stronger than ordinary ferocious beasts, but it couldn't withstand a kick from this bald barbarian.
"Where did the dog come from? Get away!"
Just hearing the sound of "Peng", the bald barbarian kicked the white dog that bit him and rolled it on the ground. The bald barbarian could sense that this dog was different, but as to how it was different, he was a little unclear. Immediately, he pointed at this
A slender white dog, let the barbarians from the surrounding tribes take it down.
"Tear off its skin and make a drum!"
After the word "drum" fell, the two barbarians stepped forward to remove the white dog's fur. The moment their fingertips touched it, wind blew over them.
The next moment when the animal skins worn by the barbarians were caressed, the wind suddenly whined and roared, causing all the barbarians to raise their hands to cover their cheeks. The crazy old man looked up at the sky blankly and shouted "Wow~~".
The fat Taoist tried hard to raise his head against the wind, and was surprised: "Haha, it's my boss who's here... Hey, it doesn't seem like it... ah ah, what is that?!"
The sudden shouting naturally attracted the attention of the bald barbarian. He raised his eyes and saw a ball of light in the sky like a meteor streaking across the sky, dragging a golden tail with terrifying power, and the roaring roar of the strong wind.
The sound is coming straight this way.
"what is that……"
The bald barbarian also murmured, and when he squeezed out his lips, the light became brighter and brighter, magnifying over the camp, like a bright sun, filling everyone's field of vision.
"Ahh..."
All the barbarians in the camp felt a terrifying sense of oppression at this time. The moment the light flew over, their strong bodies seemed to be unable to bear their own weight, and their whole bodies trembled.
Then, they all fell down or lay down on the ground. Their flesh and blood instantly flattened and burst, and a large amount of blood spattered out. The bones of the weaker barbarians were all broken in an instant by the pressure.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At the same time as the bald barbarian glowed with black energy, the rope behind the fat Taoist also cracked under the poisonous toad smoke. He fell to the ground and pulled him over.
The old man covered the big toad with one sleeve and lay prone on the ground.
A moment.
The light filled the camp and turned into a ball of dazzling white light. A loud bang exploded in the camp. The thatched house and the wooden altar fell down. The fat Taoist hugged the crazy old man and grabbed the toad like a rubber ball.
It bounced on the ground.
The bald barbarian crossed his hands on his chest, and the hard soil beneath his feet sank. After a moment, the light converged, and the bald barbarian just opened his eyes. There was no one standing around anymore, and the priests with some magic power were also lying on the ground.
A lake of flesh and blood.
"Why is this happening..." He looked at the place where the last light disappeared, and saw a two-foot-round, half-foot-deep hole on the ground. In the middle, there was a silver-white long soldier stuck in the ground.
, the long pole was still trembling slightly, and the surrounding mud was filled with high-temperature white gas.
"Come here Xiaotian Dog."
The white air bird walked around, and saw a tall figure stepping on the messy ground, wearing a platinum robe and golden armor, walking slowly and calling softly. After a moment, the white dog that was paralyzed on the ground suddenly stood up and shook it off.
He shook his head and saw the figure walking in the smoke. He whimpered and ran over like crazy, rubbing his head on the figure's calf.
"Did they hit you?"
Another dull and cold voice sounded. The white dog stuck out his tongue, squatted on the ground and nodded repeatedly, whimpering sadly, raised his paw and touched the place where he was hit, and then pointed to the place where his legs were sunk into the ground.
Bald barbarian.
ranwenat
"Barbarians seek death."
The figure in the white smoke raised his hand and grabbed it, and the three-pointed two-edged knife in the pit buzzed out and swung away through the air, making two consecutive sounds like the blade of the knife piercing flesh.
"Uh-huh!
"
The bald barbarian fell to the ground. He held his bloody lower body, looked at the two legs still stuck in the ground with horrified eyes, and let out a heartbreaking scream.
…
Almost at the same time, Chen Yuan and Monk Zhenhai arrived one after another following the qi movement, and walked into the camp together. They looked at the silhouettes in the white air, the barbarian holding the broken leg, and Xiaotian who kept complaining and sobbing sadly.
dog.
Chen Yuan finally understood why Erlang Shen Yang Jian came out at this time.
"Whoever you beat is not good, why should you beat his dog..."
But then I thought about it, Chen Yuan had to thank these barbarians, otherwise he might have been the first to fight Erlang Shen.