blogombal Chapter 445
Chapter 445
The outside of the village was desolate, and the inside of the village was overgrown with weeds.
The grass was colorful and lush, and the blind, lame, deaf, and armless old man sat cross-legged around a dry well, closing their eyes and sitting there silently.
The dense iron chains sealed the ink-black well, and the iron chains were full of tadpole-like seal characters, and moss and green plants covered everything.
In the distance, smoke was curling from the thatched cottage, and the blind girl Lolita, who was wearing coarse linen clothes but could not hide her beauty, was carrying firewood that did not match her small body and cooking.
The old beggar with dishevelled hair and broken limbs was lying on the thatched roof, dozing off in the sun.
"Buzz——"
A domineering gun intent with a murderous aura came from afar.
The armless old man suddenly opened his eyes, and the turbidity disappeared, shooting out two beams of light.
He was unbelievable at first, wondering if he felt it wrong.
"This..."
"How can there be such a breath of gun in the world."
Then he stared at the distance, the direction of the cave where Luo Fanchen was.
As the breath of gun became clearer,
the body of the old man with a broken arm trembled, and he stood up suddenly, his mind was turbulent and difficult to calm down.
"This!"
"This is impossible!!"
The abnormal reaction of the old man with a broken arm attracted the attention of other disabled old men, and they all opened their eyes.
The big disabled blind man cursed: "It's scary, why are you howling like a ghost?"
The cripple smacked his lips and shook his head: "You are almost buried and still not stable, learn how calm I am."
"You know shit!!"
The old man with a broken arm cursed, "You can't sense it without a weapon spirit, right?"
"I know all the gun spirits in this world, but the breath of gun in the distance is above all guns and weapons, and its status is unheard of."
The cripple rolled his eyes: "You mean, Suddenly, a supreme martial spirit that surpasses all weapon martial spirits was born and awakened? "
"Come on, stop bragging. Do you think the ten major sects are soft persimmons?"
The old man with a broken arm had no intention of arguing with him. He stared into the distance with great enthusiasm,
like a pilgrim, his hair and beard trembling: "Whose breath is this!"
"Too amazing! !"
"It seems a little wrong."
Deliberately calming down and feeling,
Da Can and other old men all showed strange surprise.
Before he could speak, a harsh buzzing sound sounded.
The chain that was wrapped around the black dry well made a clattering sound, and the moss on it was shaken off and turned into powder, and the tadpole seal characters on it flashed with strong light.
"Not good!"
"How could he be alarmed?"
The pupils of the disabled old men suddenly shrank, and all stood up except the lame old man.
"Boom!"
The red light in the well shot up into the sky, and a strange ink-colored liquid flowed out.
It was extremely creepy.
The small village in broad daylight suddenly became dark and shrouded in red light.
The old beggar who was basking in the sun opened his eyes in shock, and the pretty face of the blind girl was full of worry.
"Zha!!"
In the dark and empty eyes of the old blind man, two special mysterious runes flashed, and two rainbow lights shot out, hitting the trembling chains of the ink well.
The deaf old man with two ears, the empty arms of the old man with broken arms, and the empty legs of the lame man all had special runes manifested, all flying out and hitting the chains.
A full eight rainbow lights suppressed all directions.
The dark and evil ink poured out like a tide, and the blood-red light column contained a terrifying evil spirit. The whole ink well shook violently, as if a peerless evil creature was trying to escape.
The four disabled old men were all solemn, their clothes soaked with sweat, and the pressure swept over them like a wave.
When the gun intent disappeared, the restlessness in the well stopped abruptly, all the evil red light and ink retreated like a tide, the darkness receded, and the village returned to a bright and clear world, as if nothing had happened.
"It has been peaceful for many years, how could it suddenly become like this!"
The big disabled blind man said in surprise: "Is it really caused by the gun aura you said?"
The old man with a broken arm was still in shock and cursed: "I told you that the gun aura is very special, but you still don't believe it."
The blind man and the other disabled old men were speechless.
How could the martial spirit be simple to attract His attention? What is its origin?
The old man with the broken arm had fiery eyes, and said very seriously: "If this kind of spear martial spirit is born, how powerful will it be if it inherits my unique skills."
The lame man hit him: "You are dreaming, to be able to emit such a breath, I am afraid that he has already cultivated successfully."
"Accept a disciple?"
The blind man shook his head in disdain, because he was still worried about the other party's activating the ink well, "Bah! I think this breath is too evil, maybe it is an evil demon, it doesn't look like a good bird, I won't accept it even if it's given to me for free."
The old man with the broken arm was itching and couldn't sit still: "No, I have to leave the village and find out what's going on. You three stay here."
The blind man shook his head: "No, this well has justAfter the commotion, it's still not over."
"I can't care about that anymore. I'll go and come back quickly."
The old man with the broken arm could not keep his usual calmness, and he cursed hurriedly: "If I can't find the source of this spear aura, I won't be able to close my eyes until I die."
"You have a successor, but I haven't found one yet!"
After that, the old man with the broken arm soared into the sky and left in a hurry.
Leaving behind a group of disabled old people who were stunned by his anxious appearance.
The old beggar's dim eyes flickered, and he muttered to himself: "That kid Luo was planning to enter the harem of the Canglong dog thief before. There won't be any accidents."
"My Canglong Nine Styles can't be lost. Why doesn't he ask me? If he asks me, won't I teach him?"
The big disabled man's ears moved slightly, turned his head and cursed: "Shut your crow mouth. "
In the cave in the mountain stream, there were broken stones everywhere, smoke and dust were surging, and a big hole opened above.
The sun shone vertically, illuminating the entire cave.
Luo Fanchen was protected by the black lotus, and was unharmed. His eyes were completely attracted by the divine object in front of him.
The nine-inch green lotus root extended and changed in the black light, turning into a black and cold spear with murderous aura.
The spear shaft was completely black, and it seemed to have special patterns of black dragons, demons, and four fierce beasts. , exuding an overbearing and brutal murderous aura, like an abyss or a prison.
The tip of the spear presents a perfect streamline shape, showing the ultimate aesthetics of violent weapons. A bit of bright red blood flows from the tip of the spear, which is extremely bright. I don’t know what kind of demon beast’s blood is infected, and it will not dissipate for thousands of years.
Those with weak minds will feel their souls overturned and shattered when they stare at this spear.
Above the sky of the nine heavens, dark clouds gather and thunder roars, as if a heavenly punishment is about to fall.
"Buzz!!"
The pitch-black spear vibrates, and the terrifying and terrifying murderous aura is restrained.
The precious light lingers, and the sharp edge is exposed.
It floats in front of Luo Fanchen, waiting for the master to control it.
"Good gun!"
"What a killing treasure. "
Luo Fanchen stared at it, and couldn't help but be fascinated;
He was excited, energetic, and his chest was filled with joy.
Having the world's number one beast martial spirit, the battle was certainly violent and comfortable.
But seeing Jian Jiujue and others wielding weapons, he couldn't help but feel a little envious.
Now there is no need to envy anyone,
because he...
he has the best.
Luo Fanchen stretched out his big hand and held the gun body. In an instant, the long gun roared like a black dragon.
The feeling of blood connection was extremely clear.
He didn't know any gun secrets, he just held the gun with one arm and swept it diagonally.
"Bang!"
The tip of the gun burst out a blood-colored arc of light, and in an instant the stone chamber mountain was split in two.
It collapsed diagonally and fell to the ground with a bang.
"Fuck? "
Luo Fanchen himself was frightened, panting.
The force of the blow directly drained his vast limit-breaking soul power reserves that far exceeded those of his peers.
But the power was equally astonishing, splitting the mountain with one shot, extremely terrifying.
While his soul power was recovering, he looked down at the extremely cold spear in his hand.
"The fourth form of Qinglian, Jiuxiao——"
"God-killing Spear!"
The old man with a broken arm was flying wildly in the air, fearing that it would be one o'clock in the evening, and rushed over quickly...