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Chapter 41 Please God
The battle in the burrow has reached a fever pitch. The blood-soaked Chen Xian never imagined that... abnormal beings would actually use Daoism!
At the moment when the old man got up and rushed up, Chen Xian clearly saw him pinching a magic trick, and then chanted a few incomprehensible incantations, and then pulled out a copper coin sword from his waist and slashed against him. .
"What the hell are you?" Chen Xian couldn't help but ask again, looking at the old man who had lost his human form, he only felt that he had never had such a headache before, "Are you alive or dead?"
There is a heartbeat, there is a pulse, there is breathing.
It has all the vital signs that a normal human being should have.
But from the looks of it, this old man is definitely no match for the living.
In the cracks of the stratum corneum that exploded like fish scales on its face, pungent and foul-smelling pus was flowing. The blood is extremely heavy in color and carries a foul stench, smelling like a carrion that has been exposed to the sun for half a month...
Why does this abnormal life have normal human vital signs? ?
"Longevity...my....I am immortal....I am immortal...I will not die..." The old man was like a drunken madman, shouting hoarsely, the copper coin sword wielded with bright red brilliance, the light formed by the gathering of the most masculine yang particles, at this moment, like a flame, jumping and flickering on the sword body. , "This is my cave... Trespassers die!!"
Clang!
The meat saw and the copper coin sword collided violently again, and countless dazzling sparks burst out between the blades, like a gleaming candle lit in the dark, the strong smell of incense on the copper coin sword merged with the bloody smell of the meat saw. Together, it becomes an indescribable taste, like blood burning in a censer in an alcove dedicated to the gods. The bloody smell that should have been filthy was actually brought out by the incense with a sacred charm... ..
If you don't look at the front of the old man, but only from the back, he is more like a normal person than Chen Xian, like a Taoist priest in Hong Kong movies who exorcise ghosts and ward off evil. Prestige, even more able to slay demons and subdue demons with the Green Clam Sword.
At this moment, Chen Xian is like that devil.
It's not that Chen Xian has never fought against foreigners, but the magic weapons and weapons used by the enemies he has met in the past are all kinds of strange, and no one fights with the orthodox copper money sword of Taoism, so when Chen Xian faced this old man, it was obvious that he was Underestimated the power of the copper coin sword.
God knows how the copper coin sword can be so sharp. The sword body made of copper coins looks like "pearl and jade", but it is actually murderous... Its sharpness is even more outrageous!
During the brief confrontation, Chen Xian was cut three times by the old man with a copper coin sword. In the end, he was pierced through his heart with a sword, and a blood hole as big as the mouth of a bowl was stabbed out of his chest. With a special physique, it is estimated that he would have died under this copper coin sword!
Of course, Chen Xian was injured, and the old man was not much better.
From the perspective of various bodily functions, the nerve reaction speed and basic strength of the old man are almost the same as those of Chen Xian. It is basically impossible to kill it easily, but Chen Xian does not dare to spend too much time with it. Therefore, in many cases, Chen Xian chose to fight the old man in the way of injury-for-injury.
You cut me with a sword, and I cut you with a sword.
If the old man is just an abnormal life of an ordinary person, then it is certain that Chen Xian's fighting method can be effective 100%, but the problem old man is not... It also has a strong resilience!
After being slashed a few times by Chen Xian, the old man also had a few wounds with deep visible bone, but before Chen Xian could seize the opportunity to seize the opportunity to pursue the victory, many objects similar to dead branches gushed out of those wounds.
They were first intertwined into sheets to block the wound, and then, like the catgut used by doctors to suture wounds, they "stitched" the split flesh together into a seemingly terrifying human patch.
After dozens of seconds, these dead branches will be absorbed by the old man's body again, and the skin and flesh will heal and regenerate, becoming the state that Chen Xian first saw, as if he had never been injured without leaving any traces.
"I am an immortal... I will be able to slay demons and subdue demons..."
The old man has lost all his senses, and his madness looks like a severe patient in a mental hospital. He keeps waving a copper coin sword and chanting aloud incantations. He pinches the magic seal with his left hand, and a hazy and illusory golden mist rises under his feet.
"Tai Ping points three clear, yin and yang transforms the five elements, the spiritual talisman is like the decree of the law, recite the mantra to invite the divine soldier, the divine soldier follows me, the divine soldier follows my orders, the golden body is undefeated..."
With the old man's hoarse and crazy chanting sound, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the underground cave, and the gravel and dust were swept into the air by this gust of wind, forming a huge wind column similar to a tornado, and those exuding faint green fluorescence. The smaller stones also lifted off with the gravel, continuing to shine a strange light.
This huge wind column rising in the dark, decorated with those strange and dazzling fluorites, seems to be pouring down from the universe like a galaxy, and countless bright stars are constantly spinning and shining in it.
At this moment, the old man suddenly took out a clay figurine wearing a yellow turban from the spacious sleeve of the Taoist robe.
In the maddening sound of mantras, the old man suddenly raised his hand and threw the clay figurine into the wind column, and the golden mist rising from the soles of its feet also dimmed a bit, as if the clay figurine took away a lot of it when he let go. Its vitality, its whole person seems to be sluggish, and even its breathing becomes weak.
"This is a Taoist alchemy..." Chen Xian stepped back vigilantly, distanced himself from the strange wind column, and stared at the little golden light that appeared in the wind column, feeling inexplicable. He was horrified, "Listening to the spell it recites... Could it be that he is asking God??"
As an alien who has been in the industry for many years, Chen Xian, like most modern aliens, does not believe that there is a god in this world, because after a lot of scientific research, it can be basically determined from the data, The gods that religions believe in are originally human beings, and maybe also aliens, and the reason they are deified by believers is only because their ideological concepts and moral concepts are far superior to those of mortals. became "God".
It is not so much that people believe in gods, it is better to say that they believe in the spiritual wealth they left behind, worship and follow their thoughts, as for the alchemy left by the gods... In the current credible ancient records, there is no clear indication of each The alchemy of the sect is left by the "gods", and what they leave behind is only the idea. Those alchemy are slowly researched bit by bit by the descendants of the believers following the concepts of the ancestors.
From a certain point of view, the gods are alternative scientists, they have left formulas and ideas, and it is the descendants who really integrate these and bring them to the real world.
Therefore, Chen Xian never believed that there were gods in this world.
The technique of inviting the gods is nothing more than inviting some strange spirits, just like the horsemen in the north and the shamans in the country, aren’t they all the spirits of some animals? Where is the god?
At this moment, the old man suddenly shouted.
The tone was dull but loud, like a thunder that exploded in a cave.
"I am in a hurry by the ancestors!! Soldiers are coming!!"
At this moment, Chen Xian only felt that the hairs all over his body stood up, a sense of danger that he had never had before, and came out from the wind column without warning, as if there was something hidden in it that could threaten to his stuff...even the stuff that kills him.
I will die.
Chen Xian suddenly had such a strange and inexplicable premonition.
At this time, the gust of wind in the cave was getting stronger and stronger, and even Chen Xian could not stand still. He could only raise his hand and slash at the boulder next to him, using the saw teeth of the meat saw to block the boulder's edge. The gap, and then ensure that his body balance is not damaged by this gust of wind, although he looks a little embarrassed... but it is better than being swept into the wind column by this gust of wind!
Gradually, a dull and thunderous breathing sound came from the wind column, and the feeling of extreme danger also became stronger at this time. Just when Chen Xian began to hesitate whether to attack the old man first, right here In an instant, a giant human hand that seemed to be made of carrion suddenly stretched out from the wind column.
The sturdy arm was full of scars, and there was foul-smelling, pungent pus flowing in the cracks. Countless strange totem incantations were engraved on the surface of the skin, shimmering faintly with golden light. On the arm was a long yellow long painted with talismans. There are four large characters with complex structure on the long towel.
Chen Xian had seen this type of font in related books with text descriptions, and he could basically judge it to be oracle bone inscriptions. Through simple visual analysis, he found that the translation of these four oracle bone inscriptions into Chinese characters should mean—
Yellow Turban Warriors.