"There are still a few remaining transformed mist elves in the corner."
Boss Jiang threw away the ashes in his hand and said to Su:
"Catch them and put them in a sealed glass bottle. These are the evidence we need to ask the spirits for help. Everyone! Scan the battlefield and report the location of the pomegranate!
immediately!"
The second half of the sentence was spoken with a hint of rage on the public combat frequency band.
The next moment there was an immediate response.
"Boss! Little Pomegranate was here with me just now. It chased a black cloud to the south."
Helya shouted in the communication:
"Lord Huai'an is also here with me, but the Earth Lord has had a mental breakdown. Come quickly! Those bad guys just released something troublesome, and Sister Liu Hui just led it away.
But she said she might not be able to bear it.
Master Shan also followed. "
"Su, take the team out! My guards will cover you."
Jiang Xia gave an order and immediately activated the Earth Moving Disk, and "jumped" to Helya with a group of people. This place was close to the center of the bombed Star Valley and was also an underground facility.
When they appeared, there was a piercing sound like a giant eagle swooping down from the sky.
In mid-air, Shi Rui was controlling his Xingtian Armor to fly quickly. Several weapon bays on the back of the armor with a steel shell that was driven by spirit stones were opened.
As Shi Rui flew low, the thirty dragon fire beads that were installed before the battle were pushed to both sides by the wind hammer ink symbols engraved inside.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM"
More than thirty dragon fire beads fell all around.
Each one caused a roar of fierce fire when it landed, and the flames spread like a flowing tide.
In just a moment, the dozen or so evil cultivators who were fleeing below were trapped in the sea of ​​fire.
The rising fierce fires of these extremely strong and masculine elements were very effective in suppressing the evil spells of the evil practitioners, but these evil people did not intend to admit defeat. Seeing that the surroundings were already covered by a sea of ​​fire, they also became more ruthless.
A blood-colored soul-calling banner was waved up, and the vast blood energy gathered into a ball, protecting the surroundings like a wall, blocking the surging fierce fire.
Several other people holding pale bone knives and bone spears rushed towards Shi Rui who was falling from the air. Their weapons were all wrapped in highly corrosive blood mist.
This thing can easily contaminate and corrode a magical weapon if it hits it.
But Shi Rui was already furious at this time.
The usually cheerful third prince seemed to be irritated by something.
He was as violent as a berserker. Under Jiang Xia's gaze, Shi Rui controlled the armor and as soon as it landed, he punched in front of him. The four talismans on the wrist of the armor were activated, and it was like a sun punch.
The scorching fire beam shot forward, scattering the blood stains.
With his iron armor and steel fist, under the shining of the 'Mammoth' spirit-attached imprint, he smashed the blood shield on the evil cultivator of the Ghost Cult head-on like a battering ram.
"ah"
The evil cultivator screamed, and the bone knife in his hand was broken by brute force.
Amidst the blood splattering everywhere, Shi Rui roughly grabbed the evil cultivator's shoulder. The ink symbols on his body flashed. He stepped on the evil cultivator's torso and tore off his shoulder.
There were several people around who used various evil spells to attack.
The third prince also reacted very quickly. He raised his right arm and pointed it to his side, and the arm of the armor snapped open.
Six black gun muzzles jumped out and were fired at the same time. The spirit-infused shotgun shells were fired at close range, dispersing the evil cultivator's incantations that were approaching.
The blood turned into broken light feathers and scattered. The surface of Shi Rui's armor was covered with blood. After he smashed the second head with his iron fist, he turned around.
The thick shoulder armor of the battle armor popped open, and as the mechanical rod was pushed outward, a black, heavy, six-barreled Vulcan cannon popped up.
It was fixed on the shoulder armor the next moment.
The bullet chain, which was made up of pointed spiritual bullets as thick as an ordinary person's middle finger, extended to the inside of the shoulder armor, where Shi Rui used his weapon-making skills to install a magical weapon called the "Thousand Machine Box".
A box only as long as an arm's length.
It looks inconspicuous, but it can hold a full 30,000 rounds of bullets.
There are six such magical ring-like boxes in this set of armor, which is equivalent to Shi Rui carrying six ammunition depots while fighting.
You don't have to worry about firepower and endurance.
The six Thousand Machine Boxes are also the most expensive modular components of this set of armor, but there is no other way without being able to master the more lethal Mohist talismans.
Shi Rui, a half-monk, can only use this method of spending money to increase his firepower.
Fortunately, he is not short of money.
However, this is not a good thing for the evil cultivators who are currently being targeted by the Vulcan Cannon.
"Da da da da da"
A terrifying whip shot out from the third prince's shoulder .
The expensive spirit-attached bullets ignited notes of destruction at that instant. The evil cultivators wanted to hide, but with thousands of rounds fired per second, their reactions seemed so slow.
Their open blood shields looked so pathetic.
Two seconds later, the Vulcan cannon stopped firing and was sent back into the shoulder armor just as it appeared.
The third prince was rubbing his hands on the ground covered with blood and flesh. He took a few steps forward and looked at the last evil cultivator whose lower body was smashed and only the upper body was left in shatters.
The guy was trying hard to save his dying life by using the evil blood-sucking magic.
But when he looked up while lying in the blood, and saw the devil-like steel armor in front of him that was completely covered in blood, his face was filled with despair.
"Bang"
Shi Rui didn't give him a chance to speak and stepped on his head coldly.
The moment the steel boots fell, there was an echo of the muffled sound of a watermelon bursting. This violent and unkind fighting posture even scared .
“Inside!”
Shi Rui noticed the arrival of Jiang Xia and his gang.
He spoke in a muffled voice, saying:
"Go and see for yourselves! Don't mind me, I want to vent my anger on the innocent souls of my Fengming country!"
"boom"
Flames spewed out from Xing Tianjia's feet, pushing Shi Rui into the air, and then he punched with both fists and fell from the sky like a meteor.
It smashed heavily into a stone building in the distance where evil cultivators gathered.
The impact caused rocks to fly everywhere, and flames rose from the explosions.
With two clanging sounds, the sharp blade attached to the hand of the armor was unsheathed, and the shining blade cut through the body of the evil cultivator, and a good man's head turned over and flew out.
"Walk."
Jiang Xia took a look at Shi Rui's massacre in the stone building at the back.
He had already guessed some of the truth in his heart.
He strode into the blood-covered dungeon.
At the entrance, one could hear bursts of heart-wrenching sobbing, mixed with some chaotic shouting and cursing. When Lao Jiang walked in, he saw Huaian Gongzheng kneeling on the ground, pounding the ground with his fists, crying in extreme grief.
It was like seeing the underworld with one’s own eyes.
“Oh my god.”
Ruyue, who was beside Lao Jiang, had seen many storms before, but she still stopped at this moment, looked at the horrifying scene in front of her, and let out a horrified sigh.
He even reached out and covered Gu Miao's eyes to prevent the girl from looking.
"Hold!"
Lao Jiang also stopped where he was, feeling mixed emotions at the sight before him. He clenched his fists and cursed fiercely.
So, what exactly is in front of them?
The answer is simple.
Soul.
Thousands of souls.
No longer a suffering spirit.
But the soul of the human race.
A black chain extending from the top of the dungeon hung it in mid-air like an upside-down piece of pork, with a black iron cage fixed to the end of the chain.
Each one is packed with wailing souls.
Some of them still maintain the posture they were in when they died.
Judging from the clothes of the spirits, most of these souls are from the East, and they should be the souls of the dead who were sent here in Fengming Middle School over the years.
But there were still some wearing clothes from the Southern Wilderness, they should be the souls captured by the Yinhun Cult in the Great Wilderness Forest.
These illusory souls are covered with scars left by torture, and these injuries at the soul level are difficult to heal.
They were screaming and wailing weakly.
They are begging.
Countless voices came together, begging the people in front of them to give them relief.
But this is not the point.
The key point is that at the end of the dungeon, there stands a magical instrument that looks like an alchemy furnace. It is blood red in color, with a strange white bone fire burning inside.
There were souls that were constantly being drawn by the blood patterns on the magic weapon and thrown into the furnace. Black gas was escaping from the round hole above the furnace, which looked very similar to the blackened mist spirit that was seen underground on the other side just now.
There are also dark red spots of light in the black gas.
The soul was thrown into the soul-forging furnace, where it was like being quenched in fire. It screamed in the burning of the white bone fire and was contaminated by the foul-smelling black air flowing above.
Every few seconds, a soul is thrown out.
They still maintain the illusion of their souls, but their bodies are covered with a layer of "black clothes". They are confused and wailing. The moment they leave the forge, they will instinctively attack the nearest living creatures.
He was cut down again by Helya who was guarding there with a cross sword.
The baroness's face was expressionless.
She stood straight at this moment, and the action of swinging the sword was full of ritual.
It's not an execution.
She was bringing relief to these poor dead souls.
The black gas in the forge and the black smoke that polluted the little mist elves obviously came from the same source. Lao Jiang didn't know what that thing was, but this was the scene before him.
The inhuman torture these ghosts endured after death, those miserable, feeble wails and pleas, nearly a thousand souls gathered together, creating a bone-chilling chill and a chilling wind.
This place has been turned into a real hell.
Jiang Xia found the answer to why the evil cultivators were hiding their true intentions.
But after seeing what happened to the spirits and ghosts, he...
I'd rather not find it.
"Stop crying."
A feeling of anger rose in Lao Jiang's heart.
He stepped forward and said to the weeping Duke Huai'an:
"I told you to stop crying! Is now the time to cry? Go! Take them off!"
The God of Land raised his head, looked at Jiangxia, and said:
"It's useless. The dead souls are contaminated by evil power. Even if they are saved, it's... useless. They can no longer enter reincarnation and can only dissipate into the world. Those evildoers... destroyed them all."
"At least give them some respect."
Lao Jiang strode forward without looking back.
Holding the constantly vibrating Warspite in his hand, this cold weapon seemed to be feeling extremely angry about the scene before him.
Lao Jiang pushed Helya away.
He raised his hand and pointed the gun barrel at the evil alchemy furnace in front of him that was oozing blood.
At this moment, the wailing and crying in the entire dungeon stopped.
In the dead silence, Lao Jiang looked back at the dead souls behind him. Nearly a thousand pairs of eyes were staring at him, with a hint of painful expectation in their despair.
"My cultivation is low, and I can't save you."
Jiang Xia said in a hoarse voice:
"But I can give you a decent treat... I originally wanted to find other people to help kill these evil cultivators, but perhaps, before you perish, you would be willing to take revenge with your own hands?"
No one answered him.
But Lao Jiang did not need an answer. He put his finger on the trigger and said:
"If you don't answer, I'll take it as your consent. This much pain, this much injustice, is probably enough for you to turn into ghosts right now. Besides, things have come to this point.
What else do you have to be afraid of?
What else do you have to lose? "
"Bang"
The trigger was pulled, and Yan Zhan's shot was extremely violent. The moment the bullet was fired, the blood-colored alchemy furnace in front of him, whose grade was unknown, exploded.
The next moment, countless cries, like a melodious song, surged behind Lao Jiang.
Crying does not necessarily mean pain.
For example, now.
That's liberation.