Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 281 277. Sun Luo Hell (Part 2)

   "There are still a few remnants of mists that have been transformed in the corner."

Boss   Jiang threw away the ashes in his hand and said to Su:

  "Grab them and put them in airtight glass bottles. These are all the evidence you need to ask the spirits to help, everyone! Scan the battlefield and report the location of the pomegranate!

immediately! "

  The second half of the sentence carried a sense of anger and was spoken on the public frequency band during combat.

  Get an immediate response in the next instant.

  "Boss! Little Pomegranate was here just now. It chased a cloud of black clouds to the south."

  Halya shouted in the communication:

   "Duke Huai'an is here with me, but Daddy Earth has a mental breakdown. Come soon! Those bad guys just released the troublesome thing, and Sister Liu Hui just led it away.

  But she said she might not be able to stand it.

Master    Shan also followed. "

   "Su, take the team members out! My guard will cover you."

  Jiang Xia gave a sentence, and immediately activated the soil trading plate, and took a group of people to "jump" to Helya, which is close to the bombed Star Valley center, which is also an underground facility.

  When they appeared, they heard a harsh sound like a giant eagle flying down from the sky.

  In mid-air, Shi Rui was manipulating his set of Xing Tianjia to fly quickly, and several weapon bays on the back of that set of armor with a steel shell, which was driven by the spirit stone, were opened.

  As Shi Rui flew low in the sky, the thirty dragon fire beads that were installed before the battle were pushed by the wind hammer and ink charms inscribed inside, and fell to both sides.

  "Boom boom boom"

  More than 30 dragon fire **** fell to the surroundings.

  Every time it hits the ground, it will cause a fierce roar, spreading flames like flowing tide.

  In just one moment, a dozen evil repairs that were escaping below were blocked in the sea of ​​fire.

  These fiercely rising fires, most of them are the evil spells that suppress the evil cultivators, but these wicked people do not intend to give up. Seeing that the surrounding area has been covered by the sea of ​​fire, they also slammed them.

  A blood-colored soul-recruiting banner was waved, and the mighty blood formed a ball, protecting the surrounding like a wall, blocking the rushing fire.

  A few more people carried pale bone-knife and bone guns, and rushed towards Shi Rui who had been smashed from the air. Their weapons were all entwined with highly corrosive blood mist.

  This thing can be easily contaminated and corroded when it is hit on magical instruments.

  But Shi Rui would already be in anger.

  The three princes who have always been cheerful and cheerful, seem to be irritated by something.

This would be as violent as a berserker. Under Jiang Xia’s gaze, Shi Rui controlled the battle armor as soon as he landed, and then swiped a punch in front of him. Remember the sun fist.

  The scorching fire beam shone forward, dispersing the blood stains.

   used the iron armored steel fist to smash the blood shield on the body of the Ghost Cultist in front of the ‘Mammoth’ engraving and shining, like a siege hammer.

"what"

  The evil repairer screamed, and the bone knife magic weapon in his hand was broken by brute force.

  In the blood and light, Shi Rui roughly grabbed the shoulder of Xie Xiu, the ink talisman of the body shone, stepped on Xie Xiu's torso, and forcibly tore off Xie Xiu's shoulder.

  There are also a few envoys and various sorcerers around to besiege.

  The third prince also reacted very quickly, raising his right arm and pointing to his side, and the armour of the battle armor snapped away.

  Six black muzzles jumped out, and they were activated at the same time, and the spirit-attached shotgun blasted out at close range, blasting the evil curse that was coming up in the air.

  Bloodlight turned into shattered light feathers, and Shi Rui's armor was covered with blood stains. After he smashed the second head with an iron fist, he turned around.

  The heavy shoulder armor of the battle armor bounced off, and a black, heavy, six-barreled Vulcan cannon popped up during the external push of the mechanical rod.

   was fixed to the shoulder armor in the next instant.

  An ordinary person's **** is thick and pointed with a pointed bullet chain, which extends to the inside of the shoulder armor, where Shi Rui used the craftsmanship technique to install a magic weapon "Thousand Machine Box" into it.

  A box with only the arm length.

  It looks unremarkable, but it can hold a full 30,000 rounds.

  Like such a magical box like a ring, in this suit, there are six fully equipped, which is equivalent to Shi Rui carrying six ammunition depots in battle.

  Firepower battery life or something, don’t care at all.

  The six thousand-machine boxes are also the most expensive modular parts of this suit, but there is no way, in the case of no way to master the more lethal Mohist spell.

Shi Rui, a half monk, could only use this method of throwing money to strengthen his firepower.

  Fortunately, he is not short of money.

  But this is not a good thing for the evil cultivators who are being targeted by the Vulcan Cannon.

  "DaDaDaDaDa"

  A terrifying whip shot from the shoulder of the third prince.

   Expensive psychic bullets, which instantly ignited the note of destruction, the evil cultivators wanted to hide, but under the limit of rapid fire of thousands of rounds per second, their reaction seemed so slow.

  The blood shield they opened looked so sad.

  Two seconds later, the Vulcan Cannon stopped firing, as it did when it appeared, and was returned to the shoulder armor.

  The third prince wiped the ground covered with blood and pieces of meat. He walked a few steps forward and watched the last one whose lower body was broken, leaving only the fragmented upper body.

  Relying on the blood-sucking sorcery, that guy is trying hard to save his dying life.

  But when he lay his head up in the blood stains, his face was desperate when he saw the blood-stained steel armor in front of him.

"boom"

  Shi Rui didn't give him a chance to speak, and coldly stepped on his head.

  The steel boots fell for an instant, and there was a muffled sound of watermelon bursting. This violent and non-good fighting posture shocked the little fat man riding on top of Ah Fu's head.

"inside!"

  Shi Rui noticed the arrival of Jiang Xia's group.

  He uttered an urn voice, saying:

   "Go and see for yourself! Leave me alone, I want to give me the innocent soul of Feng Mingguo, and let out a nasty anger!"

  "Boom"

  Xing Tianjia spouted flames from the feet, pushing Shi Rui into the air, and then slammed down from the sky like a meteor with a pair of fists.

   smashed into a distant stone building where evil cultivators gathered.

   hit the rubble flying, and there was the flames of explosives exploding.

  噌 slapped twice, the armored hand with a sharp blade was unsheathed, and the bright blades staggered through the evil repair body, and a good human head turned and flew out.

"go."

   Jiang Xia glanced at Shi Rui's massacre in the rear stone building.

  He has guessed the truth in his heart.

   strode into the crypt covered with blood in front of him.

  He heard bursts of heart-piercing crying at the entrance, mixed with a few chaotic shouts, Lao Jiang walked in and saw Huai'an just kneeling on the ground, his fists pounding on the ground, crying with extreme grief.

  It's like seeing Huangquan Hell with my own eyes.

   "Gosh."

Ruyue next to Lao Jiang had already seen strong winds and waves, and still stopped at this moment, looking at the terrifying scene in front of her, she let out a sigh of horror.

   even put out her hand to cover the eyes of Gu Miao beside her, not allowing this girl to look.

"Hold!"

  Lao Jiang also stopped at the same place, a little mixed up by the sight in front of him, he clenched his fist and exploded fiercely.

  So, what is in front of them?

  The answer is simple.

  The soul.

  Thousands of souls.

   is no longer a suffering spirit.

   is the soul of the human race.

  The black chain extended from the top of the crypt, like a pork hanging upside down, hung in the air, with a black iron cage fixed at the end of the chain.

  Every one is filled with wailing souls.

  Some of them still maintain their posture at the time of death.

  It can be judged from the clothing of the spirit body that most of these souls come from the East, and they should be the dead souls sent to this place in Fengming Middle School over the years.

  But there are still some wearing Nanhuang clothes, they should be the souls caught by the ghosts in the forest.

  These illusory souls are full of scars left after being tortured, and these soul-level injuries cannot be healed.

  They were screaming and wailing weakly.

  They are begging.

  Countless voices gathered together, begging these people in front of them to give them a relief.

  But this is not the point.

  The key point is at the end of the crypt. There stands a magical instrument that looks like an alchemy furnace, blood red, and a weird white bone fire is burning in it.

  Continuously there are souls being evoked by the bloodmark of the magical instrument and thrown into the furnace, and in the round hole above the pill furnace, black gas is escaping, much like the blackened mist spirit just seen underground on the other side.

  There are also dark red spots in the black gas.

  The soul was thrown into this forge, like quenching, screaming in the burning of the white bone fire, and was contaminated by the foul black gas flowing above.

  Every few seconds, a soul is thrown out.

  They still maintain the illusion of their souls, but they have been wrapped in a layer of "black clothes", chaotic and wailing, and when they leave the forge, they will instinctively attack the nearest creature.

  Heya, who was guarding there again, cut down with a cross sword.

  There was no expression on the face of the Countess.

  She stood straight at this moment, and her sword swing was full of ritual.

   is not executing torture.

  She is liberating these poor souls.

  The black gas in the forge and the black smoke of the polluting mist spirits obviously originated from the same source. Lao Jiang didn't know what that thing was, but the scene before him.

  The inhuman torture that these dead souls endured after their death, those miserable, feeble wailing and pleading, nearly a thousand souls gathered together, forming a cold, cold wind and wind.

  Has messed up here like the real hell.

   Jiang Xia found the answer of the evil cultivators hiding their heads and revealing their tails.

  But after seeing the encounter between spirits and ghosts, he.

  I would rather not find it myself.

"do not Cry."

  A wave of anger rose in Lao Jiang's heart.

  He took a step forward and said to the Huai'an Gong, who was crying under his feet:

   "I told you to stop crying! Is it time to cry now? Go! Untie them!"

  The earth man raised his head, looked at Jiang Xia, and said:

   "It's useless. The dead souls are contaminated with evil powers. Even if they are saved, they are useless. They can no longer reincarnate in reincarnation and can only dissipate in the heavens and the earth. Those villains destroy them all."

   "At least give them a face."

  Lao Jiang strode forward without turning back.

  Holding the constantly vibrating war exhaustion in his hand, this indifferent weapon seemed to feel extreme anger for the scene before him.

  Lao Jiang pushed Herya away.

   Raised his hand, the faint barrel pointed at the blood-filled evil spirit pill furnace in front of him.

  At this moment, the wailing and crying of the entire crypt ceased.

  In that dead silence, Lao Jiang glanced back at the dead souls behind him, nearly a thousand pairs of eyes were staring at him, desperate, with a bit of painful anticipation.

   "I practice lowly, I can't save you."

   Jiang Xia muttered and said:

  "But I can give you a dignity. I thought, looking for someone else to help kill these evil cultivations, but maybe, before you die, would you be willing to avenge yourself?"

  No one answered him.

  But Lao Jiang didn’t need to answer either. He put his finger on the trigger and said:

  "If you don’t answer, I will take it as your acquiescence. So much pain and so much wrongdoing is probably enough for you to incarnate as a ghost on the spot. Besides, it's up to now.

  What else are you afraid of?

  What else can be lost? "

"boom"

   The trigger was pulled, and the war-weary gun was extremely violent. The moment it popped out of the chamber, it burst the **** core of unknown grade.

  In the next instant, countless weeping, just like the music of the forest, surged behind Lao Jiang.

  Crying does not necessarily mean pain.

  Such as now.

  That is liberation.

  (End of this chapter)