Chapter 31 Sir, times have changed!
Six-winged centipedes occupy Pingshan Tomb.
Except for the corpse king deep in the medicine wall, he is almost invincible.
But the five elements in this world are reincarnated and in conflict with each other.
I have always been overbearing and unreasonable.
Just like it feeds on the five poisons of Pingshan at will.
Until the moment above the head, there was a cry that sounded like cracking gold and cracking stone.
It suddenly dawned on him that life-restraint was so terrifying.
The feeling of oppression coming from the depths of blood and soul.
It was almost heartbreaking and soul-crushing.
After finally breaking free from it, there was only one thought left.
That’s escape!
Escape back to your old nest to have a chance of survival.
It’s just...
In a life-and-death fight, there is no room for any distraction.
Only then can the mind be sober.
A sharp sound broke through the air.
When the cold light tears apart the night.
When you arrive.
The six-winged centipede's pupils finally reflected its appearance.
It's a knife!
A small knife with an ordinary style and a faint light.
It’s really small.
Not as long as the shortest leg under its belly.
But for some reason, it felt a sense of heart palpitations from the dim light.
That is the sense of smell that it has developed over hundreds of years of practice and countless life-and-death fights.
The six-winged centipede subconsciously raised its front jaw, intending to swat it away.
“唳——”
But he just made some move.
The crow of the phoenix and the rooster, which was like piercing the clouds and cracking the rocks, sounded again.
This time, it almost exploded in its ears.
The six-winged centipede seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and its movements were instantly slowed down countless times.
Then...
It looked at the knife, its pupils dilating bigger and bigger.
Chi!
A sound as clear as cutting paper sounded.
The small sharp edge sank into the depths of its pupils without any hindrance.
If it were a long gun.
At this moment, the six-winged centipede's head is about to be pierced.
But even so, a sharp pain that penetrated into the bone marrow was instantly heard in the depths of its mind, causing it to howl and roar like crazy.
The huge body was twisting desperately on the ground.
How many years.
It can't be remembered at all.
How long has it been since I suffered such a serious injury?
The six-winged centipede has a body like armor and is invulnerable to weapons and bullets. It also has six wings and can fly into the sky and escape from the earth.
Even the corpse king couldn't hurt it.
It's just that it can't do anything with the opponent.
There is only one weak spot in its body.
Those are the eyes.
Chen Yulou knows this very well.
The reason for releasing the Angry Chicken to suppress its ferocity was for this moment.
Not bad.
Good results!
"This, Brother Chen..."
"The power of the shopkeeper!"
Seeing that the old demon suddenly fell into madness, everyone who hid his figure in the darkness shouted loudly, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Even Partridge Whistle was amazed.
The moment the six-winged centipede appeared.
His mind almost sank to the bottom.
One or two... six wings in total.
It is said that if you want to grow such wings among snakes, insects, centipedes and scorpions, you have to practice hard for hundreds of years to grow one.
And this old centipede actually has three pairs of six.
Wouldn’t it mean that it has been cultivating under this Pingshan Mountain for at least six to seven hundred years.
In addition, it will take at least a hundred years to unlock spiritual wisdom.
In total, that’s eight hundred years.
The legendary Peng Zu only lived this long.
For a moment, Partridge Whistle felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He doesn’t know how to kill such a big monster?
But...
Now this scene.
But it refreshed his mind and rekindled the fire of hope.
That’s right.
There is also fire.
The Partridge Whistle leaned over and looked at the six-winged centipede that had lost one of its eyes. He only cared about the severe pain but ignored the fire outside.
Just in case.
Chen Yulou buried more than a dozen barrels of kerosene.
In this short period of time.
The entire hall has been engulfed in flames. Even though he was hiding on the six or seven meter high palace beam, Partridge Whistle could only feel a monstrous fire coming towards his face.
The six-winged centipede inside was even more burned and roared continuously.
"Brother Dao, do it."
"Don't give it any chance of survival!"
The partridge whistle is still in a daze.
A cold drink came to my ears.
It suddenly brought his thoughts back from his wandering thoughts.
Look sideways.
I saw that Chen Yulou's gentle face was as cold as ice at this moment.
Especially those clear and transparent eyes, which contain an astonishing killing intent.
He asked himself about walking around the world for so many years.
The murderous aura he developed is already deep enough.
But at this moment, the startling glance made him feel a chill in his heart.
However.
Right now, he didn’t dare to think too much.
If such an old demon who has been practicing for hundreds or thousands of years is killed so easily, it would be too underestimated.
While talking.
Chen Yulou has already used Swallowtail, stepping on the beams on the roof of the palace, and lightly stepping on the highest courtyard wall.
Seeing this, the partridge whistle lifted up the Taoist robe and patted it hard on the waist and abdomen.
Only a click was heard.
It seemed like it had touched some machine expansion.
A barb with splashes of cold light suddenly shot out from under the Taoist robe and sank into the rock wall. He jumped up like a bird, crossed the air and landed on the other side. .
The moment he landed.
Chen Yulou glanced at it from a distance.
Under the Taoist robe that was blown up by the wind, he was clearly wearing a piece of leather armor. It was unknown what it was made of.
Between shoulders, elbows, knees and waist and abdomen.
You can still vaguely see the armor grooves made of fine steel, with barbs hidden in them.
Dig the mountain to climb the mountain.
A few words slowly emerged in his mind.
Another weapon for moving mountains.
It is indeed one of the most mysterious sects in the world, and the foundation of Moving Mountain is far beyond the imagination of the world.
Even though it is the Xiling faction famous for its weapons.
It is also difficult to create such precise objects.
Dong dong dong——
After the two of them took their bearings.
There was a series of dense footsteps like rain coming from behind.
No need to look back, Chen Yulou knew it was Kunlun and others.
No one in the group was talking nonsense, and they each looked for the most suitable position to stand.
The soaring firelight reflected the cold and fierce faces.
Among them, the old foreigners are the most agile.
The big bow on his back does not affect his figure at all, and he does not even need sharp weapons such as mountain climbing armor.
With just one hand, he climbed into a crack in the blink of an eye.
The quiver was thrust into the ground.
Then he set up the big bow, pulled out three arrows, and fastened them on the bowstring.
Almost no need to aim.
Pull with your finger.
A buzzing sound exploded out of thin air.
Three iron arrows also cut through the night and shot hard at the six-winged centipede in the sea of fire.
Listen to the oppressive sound of string control.
Even if it was Chen Yulou, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
My eyes slowly narrowed, following the three cold lights.
Dong dong dong!
A blink of an eye.
The iron arrow has already broken through the air.
One pierced the six-winged centipede's one eye and flew away. Unfortunately, it had already become extremely cautious, and before the cold light arrived, it was knocked away by its jaws.
Two arrows remain.
Although the energy accumulated is fierce.
Enough to break through gold and stone.
But only two shallow white marks were left on the six-winged centipede's pitch-black carapace.
“So hard?”
Chen Yulou frowned.
He even suspected that this old demon had been in Pingshan for hundreds of years and had spent all his time polishing his shell.
but.
No matter how thick the shield is, it will be broken sometimes.
If not.
That must be not enough guns.
And he, Chen Yulou, as the true native emperor of Sanxiang and Sishui, the most indispensable thing is a gun!
With a wave of his hand.
In the night behind him, there was a sudden burst of movement.
Dozens of Changsheng Mountain elites walked out of the cracks in the mountain, each holding a spear in their hands, with astonishing momentum and murderous intent.
“Hit me.”
“Break its turtle shell!”
(End of this chapter)