Chapter 371: The Corpse King Wins the Hook, a New Shikigami
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It's no less than a scoundrel shaking a big tree.
"Okay, OK, Jiang Taichu, I admit that you are very strong, but if you want to wash the cherry blossoms, you must pass this level first!"
Anpei Qingkong sneered, pulled out a bronze bell with mottled copper rust and a breath of time from his waist, and shook it quickly.
"Summon the ghost bell!"
When Jiang Tian saw this, his face changed slightly and he looked at him curiously.
This is very similar to the ghost-summoning bell, a common magic weapon in the world of cultivation. It has powerful magic power and can control ghosts and evil spirits.
When the bell rang, Ampei began to chant, his voice dry and dull, like a broken erhu sound, but it had a touching power.
"Sleeping City, look at the dark clouds in the sky, covering the scorching sun, like a dark and desperate world!"
His voice was low and sad, and a feeling of extreme sorrow and despair spread.
Even if the person who hears it doesn't understand Japanese, he gets goose bumps and his eyes are slightly red, and he can't help but cry with his low and awkward tone.
"The love is cut off, the relatives are gone, and the lovers are bones. I sit in the darkness silently, crying silently."
The chanting sound was very low, and each word was like bullets hitting everyone's hearts, heart-wrenching.
Jiang Tian knew that this was a short poem that was widely circulated in ancient Eastern China, called haiku.
The rhythm is beautiful, the emotions are abundant, and the infectiousness is strong. In ancient times, the East was like Tang poetry and Song lyrics. There was a well water where everyone could sing.
Jiang Tian’s spiritual consciousness moved.
Under his singing, a statue of a god with a height of more than three meters suddenly moved in a hall.
The golden mud paints peeled off one after another. It actually opened its eyes slowly, stood up, and looked around in confusion.
At this time, Jiang Tian noticed that there were tubes like vines spreading out from his back, connecting with more than a dozen followers from the Tanjun lineage around him.
The "tube" is composed of flesh membranes, like tentacles, with blood and minced meat constantly flowing, injecting into the body of this "monster", making him vigorous and bloody and overwhelmed.
And more than a dozen believers from the Tanjun lineage have become withered, thin and bony, and skinny.
Jiang Tian found that their qi and blood had dried up long ago, like mummies, closing his eyes and moving without moving.
"This is an evil way to swallow flesh and blood..."
Jiang Tian understood at a glance, and felt disgusted in his heart.
This method is similar to Qiao Bin's use of Taotie fish to absorb the qi and blood of warriors. He forcibly deprive and use the power of other practitioners and turns it into his own use.
Even a little more primitive.
It was injected directly into the body without transformation, just like eating a living person.
"I look down on the common people, mortals are like ants, and human lives are like grass. For just a few decades, they have turned into dust and soil!"
The chanting of the haiku continued, like a waking song, awakening the spirit and consciousness of the monster.
"Break the sky, I am the great demon of walking time. I can swallow the sky and the earth, use the flesh and blood of you and the flesh of mortals to become my merit, strengthen my body, and your life will continue in my body..."
The haiku suddenly changed its style, full of murderous aura and domineeringness, which was shocking.
"roar--!"
The monster roared to the sky, and the roar moved the world, trembling all over his body, dust flying, and his body rising up, reaching more than four meters.
Everyone was trembling with his roar, and they all turned their heads to look at the hall.
The monster's body was raised up again, tearing off many flesh tubes, and blood burst out with a big hole in the roof of the hall, which was four meters high, and the roof was exposed on its chest.
"What's this?"
Yuan Ning and Chen Jiafu and the others were frightened and frightened.
"It's so scary! What monster!" Many people's faces changed drastically and they were frightened.
"The world changes, just like the flowing clouds in the sky, I am also moody, depriving my life at will, destroying everything at will!"
As the haiku sang, the monster was raised again, with a body of 6 meters.
He disheveled his hair, green face and fangs, and looked at the sky with one eye. He roared like a tiger, curbing the flowing clouds in the sky and shocked the flying snow.
He took a step forward, the walls fell, the houses collapsed, the earth shook, the dust flew, and bricks flew everywhere.
He left the hall and revealed his true face. He turned out to be a monster with one-eyed hair and one-eyed eyes, surrounded by blood and blood-colored scales.
The monster's one-eyed eyes flashing with blood, looked at everything resentfully, with extraordinary power, as if he wanted to tear the sky apart and shoot the Seorak Mountain into powder.
"My heart is as cold as ice and snow, as hard as stones. The gods cannot stop my killing!"
The chanting of haiku raised the decibels, becoming more and more high and more exciting like tearing up brocade and silk, and soaring into the sky like a sound of an arrow through the clouds.
The monster was full of blood and its body expanded again, reaching about ten meters high, like a moving building.
Dong!
Dong!
He took a step forward, the ground trembled, the house collapsed, the rockery collapsed, and his huge soles stomped on the ground. Suddenly, the ground sank into a large deep pit, and the blue stone bricks turned into pieces.
"I asked the heaven angrily, why can't I live forever, why do you want to suppress me? I want to tear the world apart and cut off all the gods!"
The last haiku is full of anger and murderous intent, conveying a kind of rage that destroys everything and loses its mind.
"Kill and kill!"
The monster rushed out wildly, took a big step, and ran towards Jiang Tian.
He rushed around like a violent bulldozer.
Dust was flying, the courtyard walls shattered, loud noises were heard, the temples were blown away, the ground trembled like a beating drum skin, and the big trees surrounded by one person were knocked up and flew up.
"Is this Shikigami? It's not right..."
Jiang Tian looked at Anpei Qingkong and asked curiously.
Shikigami, also known as Shikigami, is a spirit or monster raised by Onmyoji and serving his master.
The ancestor of the Ampe family was Ampe Qingkong, known as "Dongyan Jiang Ziya", and Shikigami was his first creation.
It is said that he had twelve Shikigamis under his command, and he used talismans to summon and control them. One Shikigami charges on the battlefield and has the power of being defeated by ten thousand men.
During the Edo period, Ahn Bee and his family were highly appreciated by the Tokugawa Shogunate, just like a national teacher.
However, in Jiang Tian's understanding, the relevant records in the classics are that Shikigami should be a spiritual body, such as being stronger than the ghost soldiers, ghost generals, and ghost kings, but it should be a kind of spiritual power.
Because Shikigami was originally worshipped in the temple, received worship from believers and Chinese people, and gathered their minds.
But this monster does not rely on absorbing mental power and faith to survive, but rather consumes human flesh and blood.
And he has a physical body, surging blood and energy, purely physical attacks, and does not look like Shikigami.
"Hmph, do you still use those old Shikigamis to kill you? This is the new Shikigami raised by our Ampe family, the ancestor of the zombie, win the gou!"
Anpei Qingkong snorted coldly and said arrogantly:
"When the Kwantung Army occupied the northeast, it fought with the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces for three days and three nights in Jiaozanling, and countless casualties were killed and injured, bleeding and drifting the oars, blood staining the earth, and the blood that soared into the sky also buried this man deep underground and suppressed by Chinese warlocks for hundreds of years.
The Zombie King attracted it."
"He was in Jiaozanling, Northeast China and killed everyone whenever he saw it. China and Dongyang used artillery fire to kill him for three days and three nights. In the end, it was my great-grandfather, Anpei Liuyun, who took action, used the ghost bell and Yinyang to call him.
The secret method calmed him down and was raised by us..."
An Pei Qingkong shook the bell and said contemptuously: "He started to be in charge of the Tanjun lineage ten years ago. Now he has absorbed all the essence and blood of dozens of Tanjun masters. His strength is comparable to that of the divine masters. Jiang Taichu, please ask
How many heads do you have that are enough for him to pinch?”
"What a powerful blood!"
At this moment, even Jiang Tian was a little moved.
The blood and energy in Ying Gou's body are stronger than the blood and energy formed by Qiao Bin's accumulation of more than a dozen masters on Moling Lake.
If Jiang Tian absorbed and refined all these blood and energy, his cultivation level would probably increase by a certain level.
However, thinking about its qi and blood are all refined by absorbing the flesh and blood of the Tanjun lineage, it is a bit disgusting.
While speaking, the zombie king Ying Gou had already run to Jiang Tian, his blood was surging, rippling around like magma.
His big hand, which was like a round table, swept down and swept out, grabbing Jiang Tian.
"Chinese boy, I want to swallow you alive and strengthen my blood and energy!"
The sound of Ying Gou was like thunder, rolling out, shaking everyone's eardrums.
Saw!
His sharp nails collided with the roof, like a hook, and most of the roof of the temple was shattered.
"Such a big monster is so terrible!"
"Be careful!"
Seeing this scene, Yuan Ning and Chen Jiafu were both shocked and their legs became weak.
"This... I didn't expect that the god we bowed day and night was actually a zombie!" Li Jianxi's eyes were frightened.
"Master, come on!"
Li Jinzhu murmured with her pink fist clenched. Can she save Tanjun's lineage be at this peak?
laugh!
Jiang Tian waved his fingers, and a golden aura soldier was dazzling, ten meters long, slashing towards Ying Gou's big hand.
"No! He used this move to kill Yayoi Shin-Yang!" Seeing this, Taketaku Miyamoto was shocked.
"It's okay! It's just a weapon, it can't hurt the winner of the Gouzi King!" An Pei Qingkong was full of confidence.
Ying Gou has a life span of hundreds of years and kills countless masters of devouring. He was also invincible in the Sino-Japanese battlefield.
He could swallow the blood of hundreds of Chinese soldiers alive in one breath and turn them into mummies.
In the confrontation between many Eastern and international strongmen, he was also unbeaten.
What kind of martial arts masters, fighting masters, S-level psychics, and werewolf blood clans? When you meet Ying Gou, you only have one word for death.
Jiang Tian is very powerful in legend, claiming to have the cultivation level of a half-step divine realm or even a divine realm.
But Ampe Qingkong had just carefully sensed Jiang Tian's cultivation level, and there was no strong aura of a powerful warrior at all. He guessed that Jiang Tian was just a general master of the realm of transformation and was only hyped so high.
And if you are just an ordinary master, where will you be the opponent to win the hook?
Sure enough, Ying Gou's hand was cut by the wind blade and broke, but it was immediately pulled by blood and condensed again, and continued to grab Jiang Tian.
Jiang Tian flashed by, his body raised up step by step, and the person was in the air, waving his hands repeatedly.