Chapter 371： Corpse King wins the hook, a new style god

No less than shaking a big tree.

"Okay, Jiang Taichu, I admit that you are strong, but if you want the blood-washing cherry blossom society, go through the old man's level first!"

With a sneer, Ampei Qing pulled a mottled patina from his waist, and the bronze bell with years of swaying swayed quickly.

"Call the ghost bell!"

When Jiang Tian saw this, his face changed slightly, and he looked curiously.

This is very similar to the ghost-calling bells commonly used in the real world. It has powerful mana and can control ghosts and ghosts.

At the time the bell rang, Ampei Qingkong began to sing, his voice was dry and dull, like a broken erhu, but it had a moving power.

"Sorrowful city, look at the dark clouds that day, covering up the scorching sun, like a dark and hopeless world!"

His voice was low and sad, and a mood of extreme sorrow and despair permeated.

Those who heard it, even if they didn't understand Japanese, could only goosebumps, reddish eyes, and couldn't help crying because of the low, jerky tone.

"The chaos is gone, the loved ones leave, the lovers become bones, and I sit silently in the darkness, crying silently."

The chanting voice was very low, and every word was like a bullet hitting the hearts of everyone, and it was painful.

Jiang Tian knew that this was a short poem widely known in ancient times in the Eastern Ocean, called Haiku.

The rhythm is beautiful, the mood is full, and the infection is very strong. In ancient times, it was like Tang poetry and Song poetry. There is a well and water department, and everyone can sing.

Jiang Tian was conscious.

I saw that under his chant, in a large hall, an idol more than three meters high suddenly moved.

The gold clay paintings peeled off one by one, it slowly opened its eyes, stood up, and looked around in confusion.

At this time, Jiang Tian noticed that a tube like a vine spread out from his back, connecting with a dozen believers in the vein of Tan Jun.

The "tube" is composed of meat membranes, like tentacles. Blood and minced meat are constantly flowing inside, which are injected into the body of this "monster", making him full of blood and blood.

And more than a dozen followers of Tan Jun have become withered, skinny and skinny.

Jiang Tian found that their blood had dried up long ago, just like a dead body, with their eyes closed and motionless.

"This is the evil way to devour flesh and blood"

Jiang Tian understood at a glance, and felt nauseous in his heart.

This method, similar to Qiao Bin's use of catfish to absorb the blood of the martial arts, is forcibly depriving and using the power of other practitioners for their own use.

Even more primitive.

It turned out that it was injected directly into the body without transformation, as if it were a living person.

"I am proud of mortals, mortals like ants, human lives like grass and mustard, for decades, turned into dust and soil!"

The chanting of Haiku continues, like a wake-up song, awakening the spirit and consciousness of this monster.

"Broken skies, I am a great demon walking time, can swallow the heavens and the earth, use you and other mortal flesh and blood to become my food, strengthen my body, and your life continues on me"

Haiku suddenly changed its style, full of monstrous murderous and domineering, shocking.

"Roar--!"

The monster roared to the sky, roaring around the world, shaking for a while, the dust was flying, and the figure was steadily elevated, reaching more than four meters.

Everyone shuddered at his roar, and turned around to look at the hall.

This monster's figure was pulled up again, and many meat tubes were torn. Blood blasted out the roof of the hall with a big mouth, it was four meters high, and its chest was exposed from the roof.

"What is this stuff?"

Yuan Ning and Chen Jiafu were frightened and frightened.

"It's terrible! What a monster!" Many people's faces changed dramatically, and they were terrified.

"The world is changing, just like the clouds in the sky are unpredictable, and I'm moody, deprived of life at will and destroyed everything!"

As the haiku sang, the monster rose again, with a body size of 6 meters.

He shed his hair, his face was fangs, his eyes looked at the sky, and he roared like a tiger. He stopped the flowing clouds from the sky and was surprised by the snow.

He stepped forward, the wall collapsed, the ground was shaking, the dust was flying, and the bricks were flying across.

He stepped out of the hall, revealing his true features, and turned out to be a monster standing with one eye, covered with blood, covered with **** scales.

The monster blinked his **** one-eyed eyes and looked at everything resentfully, with an extraordinary power. It seemed to tear up the sky and make all Xueyueshan powder.

"Your eyebrows are cold, my heart is as cold as ice and snow, as hard as a rock, and the gods can't stop my killing!"

The haiku chanting raised the decibels, becoming more and more exhilarating like a tearing crack, as if going through the clouds like an arrow.

The monster was so **** that it swelled again, reaching a dozen meters high, like a moving building.

Boom!

Boom!

He stepped forward, the ground trembled, the house collapsed, the rocky hill collapsed, and the huge soles stepped on the ground. Suddenly, the ground was sunk into a deep pit, and the blue bricks turned into fragments.

"I asked the sky angrily, why can't I live forever, why do you oppress me? I want to tear up the world and cut all the gods!"

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The last haiku is full of anger and murderous intention, conveying a rage that destroys everything and loses reason.

"Kill kill!"

The monster rushed out, took a big step, and ran towards Jiang Tian.

He was rampant like a raging bulldozer.

The dust was flying, the walls of the courtyards were shattered, and loud noises were heard, and the temples were hurled down, and the ground shivered like a rumbling drum, and the trees surrounded by one person were hit by roots.

"Is this the **** of style? Not quite right"

Jiang Tian looked at Amber Qingkong and asked curiously.

Shishen, also called Shishin, is a spirit body or monster that is brought up by the Yin-Yang Master to serve its master.

The ancestor of the Ampei family was Ampei Qingkong, known as "Toyo Ginger Tooth", and the **** of style was his first.

Legend has it that he had twelve-type gods under his control, using a spell to summon control, and a one-type god, who charged on the battlefield and had the power to defeat all.

During the Edo period, Ampei Tsingkong and his family were appreciated by the Tokugawa Shogunate, just like a state teacher.

However, in Jiang Tian's understanding, the relevant records in the classics indicate that the **** of type should be a spirit body, such as being stronger than the ghost soldier and the ghost king, but it should be a spiritual force.

Because the original God is also enshrined in the temple, accepting the worship of believers and people, and condensing the mind.

But this monster does not rely on absorbing spiritual power and faith to survive, but **** on human flesh and blood.

And having a physical body, bloody, purely physical attack, is not very like a god.

"Hum, kill you, do you still use those old-style gods? This is a new **** supported by our Ampei family, the ancestor of zombies, win the hook!"

Amp Qingqing hummed coldly and proudly:

"At that time, the Kanto Army occupied the northeast, and in the **** battle of Jiaozanling and the Anti-Japanese Coalition Army for three days and nights, there were countless deaths and injuries, bleeding and bleed, and blood stained the earth. The Zombie King was attracted. "

"He was in the generation of Jiaozanling in the northeast and killed when he saw someone. Huaxia and Toyo used artillery to kill him for three days and three nights. In the end, my great ancestor Amy Liu Yun shot and used ghost bells and yin and yang. The secret method calmed him down and was supported by us. "

Ampei Qingkong shook the bell and said scornfully: "He started to take a pulse of Tan Jun ten years ago, and now the blood and blood of dozens of masters of Tan Jun have been absorbed by him, and his strength is comparable to the masters of Divine Realm. Jiang Taichu, may I ask How many heads do you have enough for him? "

"So powerful!"

At this moment, even Jiang Tian had a snack.

The blood in Wingo's body is stronger than the blood formed by Qiao Bin's accumulation of a dozen masters on Fuling Lake.

If Jiang Tian absorbs and refines all of this blood, I am afraid that his cultivation will increase a lot.

But think about it's qi and blood are absorbed from the blood and flesh of Tan Jun's veins, and it is a bit disgusting.

During the talk, the zombie king Yinggou had ran to Jiang Tian, ​​bloody, writhing around like magma.

His big round-table hand swept down, swept out, and grabbed Jiang Tian.

"Huaxia, I will swallow you up to strengthen my blood!"

The win sounded like a thunder, rolling out, shocking everyone's eardrums.

Huh!

His sharp nails collided with the roof like a hook machine, and most of the top of the temple was broken.

"This monster is so scary!"

"be careful!"

Seeing this scene, Yuan Ning and Chen Jiafu were shocked and flabbergasted.

"This unexpected **** we worshipped day and night turned out to be a zombie!" Li Jianxi's eyes were frightened.

"Master, come on!"

Li Jinzhu's fist clenched tightly and murmured, whether it would be possible to save Tan Jun's pulse, it was at this peak that he fought.

laugh!

Jiang Tian waved, a golden air soldier was dazzling, ten meters long, and cut out in the big hand to win the hook.

"No! He used this trick to kill Liu Shengzhengong!" Seeing this, Miyamoto Taketor was shocked.

"It's okay! But it's just an air soldier that won't hurt the King!" Ampei Qingkong is full of confidence.

Wingo has a longevity of hundreds of years, killing countless devouring masters, and was invincible on the Sino-Japanese battlefield that year.

He could swallow the blood of hundreds of Chinese soldiers in one breath, turning them into corpses.

He is also undefeated in many confrontations between Toyo strong and international strong.

What martial arts master, what fighting master, what s-level ability, what werewolf blood race, there is only one dead word to meet win hook.

Jiang Tian is very powerful in legend, claiming to have a half-step divine realm or even a divine self-cultivation.

However, Ampei Qingkong had just carefully sensed Jiang Tian's cultivation behavior, and there was no strong breath of a strong martial artist. He guessed that Jiang Tian, ​​a generalized master, had been blown so high.

And if it is just an ordinary master, where is the opponent to win?

Sure enough, the hand that won the hook was swept across by the wind blade and broke, but was immediately pulled by the blood gas, condensed again, and continued to grab at Jiang Tian.

Jiang Tian flew by, his figure steadily rising, people in the air, waving his hands again and again.