Chapter 35 Rashomon

Lin Qinglong listened to the words of the domineering, looked forward and saw a huge iron gate not far from the front. The big iron gate was ten thousand feet high and thousands of miles wide, like a towering mountain, blocking the road ahead.

"It is this Rashomon that blocks my dragon escape!" He gasped heavily and sounded very tired. This time, Long Dun had consumed most of his essence.

Once the essence is exhausted, the bully will fall asleep again, and I don't know how many years later will it take to wake up.

But if Lin Qinglong dies, then the hegemony will also die. Therefore, although the hegemony is not a good person, he does his best for Lin Qinglong's life. Naturally, he is selfish.

Lin Qinglong naturally knows this, because he expects that he will do his best to help himself and be more righteous than anyone else before he has enough essence.

"Ro Shengmen? What kind of door is this? Lin Qinglong knew that this bully knew everything in the world. If he knew this, maybe there was a way to leave the boundary of Fengdu.

"Luoshengmen is a legendary door leading to life and death. It is extremely strong. The door has two sides. The front facade is printed with a portrait of the King of Yanluo, and the inner facade is painted with many images symbolizing death. Now we are in the capital, and what we see is the inner facade of Luoshengmen."

Lin Qinglong listened to the words of the bully and looked at the huge dark Luo Shengmen. His pupils were amazing. He clearly saw all kinds of corpses crooked and writhing on the Luo Shengmen, or beheaded, or beheaded, and the blood flowed into a river, and there were full of broken limbs and broken arms everywhere. Among them, there was a blood on his body. The ghost was actually skinned. When Lin Qinglong saw the ghost, he felt cold all over. He didn't want to try it again.

Lin Qinglong held the ghost sword high, and his dead breath suddenly surged out like a wave. Lin Qinglong's eyes were full of strange red light, and he tried his best to cut at the Rashomon. With a loud "boom", Lin Qinglong was rebounded back by a huge force. The cold breath poured into his chest. Lin Qinglong couldn't help spit out two mouthfuls of blood. The ghost The sword came to an even worse end. Unexpectedly, it clicked and broke into two pieces. As soon as the ghost sword was broken, it suddenly turned red, and gradually became the original dagger form.

"The ghost sword is broken again!!!" As Lin Qinglong vomited blood, he became anxious. The last time the ghost sword was broken by Gu Qingzhen. It took a long time for the blood wave to recover its current strength. Unexpectedly, this sword was cut at the Rashomon. Not only could it not leave any trace on the Rashomon, but even the ghost sword was broken into two, which was really a loss of money. .

Lin Qinglong wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and said, "Brother, do you have a way to rush out of this Rashomon?"

He said, "If I had half of my cultivation in those years, there would be a thousand ways to rush out of this Rashomon!" But now, I..."

Lin Qinglong was in a hurry and said, "Is there no way now?"

He hesitated for a moment and said, "There is another way, but..." Unexpectedly, he stammered.

At this time, Bai Mujue's breath approached, and the air around him suddenly became tense. A hundred miles around, a bloody red light gradually shone.

Bai Mujue's voice immediately echoed: "The eighth floor of hell, pound!"

This time, a huge stone fell from the sky, and one end of the balone was extremely sharp. Under the night, there was a cold light shining!

Lin Qinglong can't imagine what he would be like if he was "thacked" by this huge stone...

The sound of breaking the sky sounded instantly, which was extremely harsh.

Lin Qinglong's eyes turned red and shouted, "What's the way can you get through this Rashomon? Can you walk or not? If you hesitate again, I have to fight with this one!"

The pink light on the blood wave turned into a demon knife form. This demon knife is bigger than the ghost sword. It contains the poisonous magic power of the giant spirit demon snake. Lin Qinglong suddenly waved the knife, and a pink wave rolled away wildly, hitting the stone urn, but it could not destroy the stone urn. Above the stone urn, it actually However, not even a trace of a crack appeared.

"There is no ghost escape! There is no mirror magic! The death of immortality is not enough! I'm afraid there's no way to condense the shield again! It's even more useless! This demon knife against these hell magic power doesn't work at all! Even if I work hard with Bai Mujue, even if I kill him desperately, he will still come back to life! But if I continue to procrastinate, I will gradually lose my vitality and die by his two wounds! No matter from which angle... I'm still on the way to death! Is it... I'm going to die here today?" A trace of cold sweat appeared on Lin Qinglong's forehead. The stone was like a grinding disc, which was also constantly tracking and could not avoid it at all. Lin Qinglong rolled in the air and could avoid it. The sharp wind blew on his face, which was a little painful. It continuously and high-intensity dodged violently consumed Lin Qinglong's physical strength, and his chest was a little stuffy.

The domineering seemed to have made a difficult decision, and suddenly roared, "Fight, even if this move exhausts all my essence, even if I still sleep for decades, I will admit it and break the wall armor! Out!"

Lin Qinglong was slightly stunned and suddenly realized that he rushed to the dark Rashomon. He must have used some secret skill to break the door.

At this moment, Lin Qinglong intuitively felt that his whole body was sore. He looked down and saw that on the back of his arms and hands, there was a dense shell with green light. From the perspective of the tattoo, it was like the lines on the turtle shell!

Extremely fast, Lin Qinglong suddenly attached to the shell shining with green light. At this moment, Lin Qinglong looks like a monster, and his skin is a monster with a turtle shell.

Lin Qinglong rushed towards the huge dark Rashomon, and he had absolute confidence in his domineering. Even if there is such a "unconfidentity" in my heart, there is no way out at this moment. After all, no one thought in advance that Bai Mujue would be so strong. If there is no "Fengdu", there will be no chance to survive!

Just as he was about to hit Rashomon, the roar of the domineering sounded again: "Break!"

Lin Qinglong closed his eyes and only felt that his whole body was tight, neither painful nor itchy. He had any other feeling. He only heard the rumbling and loud noises, and waves of broken sounds sounded one after another. He was surprised and thought, "It worked!"

He opened his eyes and looked back. The huge Rashomon suddenly collapsed, and the black smoke around him drifted away, turning into a normal night sky. The morning stars were falling, and the bright moon was in the sky!

There is no more inexplicable blood-red color!

"Kobayashi!"

Someone was shouting, and his voice was familiar. Lin Qinglong looked up and saw the old prophet floating in mid-air. Although Lin Qinglong was a little embarrassed and tired, he didn't even know why he was still naked, but he was still alive. He was secretly surprised and shouted, "Xiao Linzi, good job, Meier has successfully killed it. Heishan, you also successfully brought Bai Mujue here. In this way, we have a ten chance of winning and kill him!"

The corners of Lin Qinglong's mouth**, took out a set of clean clothes from the universe bag, put them on quickly, flew to the side of the old prophet, and said with a little suspicion, "Are you sure this old guy is easy to deal with? There was a fierce fight with me just now, and it almost killed me! But finally there is no danger."

The old prophet's face showed a "reassuring" expression, which turned out to be a victory. Lin Qinglong frowned and said, "Don't be careless."

At this time, Bai Mujue's hair suddenly appeared from the void with blood all over his body, and the fierce murderous intention came to his face.

The old prophet whispered, "Xiao Linzi, you stand backwards and I'll deal with him."

Lin Qinglong frowned and said, "I'm afraid he won't let me go and chase me. I can't stand it!"

The old prophet smiled and said, "I have my own way to let the madman deal with me. I will gradually lead him to the altar. Stand away and be careful of injury."

Lin Qinglong really flew away from a distance to prevent accidents. But he is still concentrating. Once the old prophet is defeated, he will definitely rush up!

The old prophet really had a way to make Bai Mujue transfer his target. He only said a word to Bai Mujue, and Bai Mujue bombarded the old prophet with anger!

The old prophet said: "I killed Montenegro."

is enough to make Bai Mujue go crazy.

As soon as the old prophet's body was hit by the stone, it turned into white fog with a "bang" in an instant.

Lin Qinglong smiled and thought to himself, "It turned out to be the mirror fairy art. Now Bai Mujue's spirit is chaotic and has long lost his mind. There is no way to tell which mirror fairy shadow is real and which one is fake."

The old prophet's false body was shattered, and countless new shadows emerged from the darkness. These shadow scores are exactly the same, and it is difficult to tell whether they are true or false.

Bai Mujue sneered in a low voice: "It turned out to be a mirror fairy!" Although I don't know if you get this magic power that originally belongs to Lin Qinglong, no matter how many splits you divide, I will kill all of them, one will be killed until your real body!"

Hundreds of old prophets smiled together and said, "Then come on!" Although the voice of the old prophet was not loud, hundreds of old prophets spoke together, which was still quite powerful, like thunder, echoing in the night sky for a long time.

Bai Mujue naturally regarded this smile as a mockery, and he was even more angry and said a spell: "The ninth floor of hell, the car crashed!"

This is the magic power that Lin Qinglong has been most worried about, the car crash!

Like peeling, it is also under "wormination", and the magic power that can't be avoided!

But the only difference from "skinning" is that this "car collapse" is a five-horse corpse, and even the nine-turn golden elixir cannot be restored! There is only one way to die!

I saw a very fast cold light shining in the night sky, refracting a few segments quickly, and hundreds of shadows all around me were defeated. In the blink of an eye, the night sky was full of broken hands and feet, and even the head flew around, but there was no drop of blood, because all of them were remnants, no One is an entity.

Soon, the "bang" and "bang" sounded endlessly, and thousands of limbs exploded in an instant, bursting, forming a large area of white fog.

The old prophet's body appeared from a farther away, safe and sound. He sneered and said, "Bai Mujue, you're not going to kill me to avenge your old buddy. Come here if you have the guts!"

Lin Qinglong knew in his heart that the old prophet wanted to lead Bai Mujue to the altar step by step. Only the suppression in the altar could he completely kill Bai Mujue!

With this in mind, Lin Qinglong's spring of true air surged under his feet and galloped away in the direction of the Baiyan altar. Obviously, his help is no longer needed here. It's better to ambush in the altar first and wait for Bai Mujue to win!