Chapter 513: A New Storm
"How to deal with these people?" Yang Bing made a gesture to wipe his neck, he couldn't show any mercy to these young people, he could only kill them and then quickly deter those who had bad intentions, otherwise, these disturbances would follow one after another in the future.
Miao Cen's body was as fast as lightning, and before the seven people could react, their necks rolled on the ground, Miao Cen grabbed the corpse and threw it directly into the sea to feed the fish, clean and neat.
Then the killing game began, Yang Bing had to kill batches of guys who didn't know the height of the sky every day, the killing lasted for several months, Yang Bing killed with red eyes, and the more he killed, the more numb he became, if he used to kill a person, he would ponder for a long time, but now it is like killing an ant.
On this day, Yang Bing was still compiling the Nordic Chronicles as usual, and there was a powerful aura outside, facing this familiar aura, Yang Bing felt a burst of doubts, this aura was not a magic element or an oriental exercise, but chakra energy.
"Amitabha. A Buddha horn sounded, and it was none other than Ram, who had been dead for a long time, and he looked much younger than before at this time, and he showed a solemn look on his face as he walked. "Mr. Ace, the anger here is getting heavier, don't you feel it?"
"It's a little feeling, but I don't care if these greedy people live or die. Yang Bing killed so many people, he naturally knew that he was very angry, but he didn't want to scruple too much, what he wanted to do now was to compile the Nordic Chronicles completely, "You old monk, I originally thought you were dead, and now my Nordic Chronicles are going to be revised again." β
"Of course it has to be modified, but what about me?" A beautiful shadow appeared in front of the two of them, Qiu Xinyi was dressed in a very fashionable outfit, and this Taiwanese girl was still alive. A look of shame appeared on her face, "I'm sorry, I fled the battlefield because I was greedy for life and afraid of death, and I have been thinking about it in Taipei for a while, and I feel shameless to face those dead companions." Especially my teacher, Mr. Matsushita. β
Yang Bing shook his head and sighed: "Don't worry, the Nordic Chronicles haven't included you in it yet, the problem is that I don't know how many survivors there are now, and compiling this book is really a huge project." β
"Mr. Ace, you didn't notice that these people you killed had a strange smell on them. Ram's eyes were aimed at the seaside, after Yang Bing killed someone, he directly threw the corpse into the sea to feed the fish, I don't know how much he threw these days, there should be a lot of skulls at the bottom of the water.
"Strange taste?" Ram's words made Yang Bing fall into deep thought. These days, killing people is numb, and they rarely think about other things, after all, the two biggest threats of the Dark Lord and the Light Demon King have been solved, and these people who come to send them to death are from all over the world.
The question is here, these people are all from different races, why does Ram say that he has the same aura on his body, which means that there is a black hand behind the scenes who is directing them, after killing the two great demon kings. When there is a vacancy in the demon's position, there will be other demons to fill the position. The only way to avoid it is to become a demon itself, but Yang Bing himself is similar to a demon.
"Mr. Ace, hurry up and hand over the Book of Universe. "Just when Yang Bing and Ram were discussing countermeasures, a few more dead ghosts came, and the frequency of sending dead ghosts is getting less and less these days. I didn't expect that there were so many people coming this time, and depending on the skin color and clothing, it was from the Arab side.
"Wait, Mr. Ace. Ram stopped Yang Bing, who wanted to start the killing, and he looked at the five Arabs with a solemn look, and without saying a word, the Arabs pulled out the scimitar in their arms and headed towards Ram again.
Ram waved his right palm, and a golden palm phantom emanated. A palm struck the first Arab, and the golden Buddha palm passed through the man's body, emitting a puff of blue-purple smoke from the man's body, and then fell to the ground.
At the same time, Ram had one more thing in his hand, it was a plant-like object, shining like a dreamlike blue and purple, and the other Arabs tried to escape but were all captured alive by Yang Bing.
Ram concocted the blue-purple plants from several people, and those people fainted without exception after being removed from the branches, what is this beautiful plant, why can it control people's minds, Yang Bing has a lot of doubts in his heart but he can't do anything, and the absence of Camilla really brings a lot of inconvenience.
"Ah, this is Phantom Grass. Tang Jingyi didn't know where she came from, this woman looked intact, she was not Yang Bing's subordinate, so she stayed out of the last tragic battle.
Tang Jingyi looked very excited, Yang Bing rarely saw Tang Jingyi who was not shocked to have this kind of emotion, unless it was when her husband Li Xing was mentioned, the species that could make her perform like this was definitely not ordinary.
"This kind of grass is the treasure of our Tang Gate thousands of years ago, but unfortunately, it was lost in the civil strife of the Tang Gate hundreds of years ago, I didn't expect to see this treasure again after a few hundred years, it is God bless my Tang Gate. β
It's really a thing to a thing, I didn't expect Ram to resolve the crisis so easily without killing anyone, and now everything has an answer, those who came to rob the god list are not arrogant and ignorant moths to the fire, but, they don't know what they are doing at all.
"It looks like the battle isn't over yet. Yang Bing sighed, originally he thought that after solving the two great demon kings, he would be able to be at peace for a while, this world is peaceful, but he has no time to rest at all, and now it seems that he has to re-enter the new battle.
After Tang Jingyi's narration, Yang Bing realized that the origin of this phantom grassland was Sichuan, and by chance a Tang Sect predecessor found a few plants on the cliff, when he saw the dreamy phantom grass at first glance, the Tang Sect predecessor realized that this grass was extraordinary.
The moment he came into contact with the Phantom Grass, his mind was almost confused, fortunately, this senior was a master of using poison, and his special physique freed him from the charm, which made the Tang Sect senior shocked, you must know that he is invincible, but this Phantom Grass can confuse his mind, if it is someone else, then it is not so lucky.
The predecessors of the Tang Sect brought the Phantom Grass back to the Tang Sect to plant, and after experiencing failures again and again, they finally discovered an astonishing information, the nutrients needed for the growth of this Phantom Grass were nothing else but that
When it came to the most critical moment, Tang Jingyi kept her mouth shut. Looking at Yang Bing with a playful expression, what disappointed her was that Yang Bing didn't show too much curiosity, but said very calmly: "The nutrients of Phantom Grass are human corpses, and it is best to be fresh corpses. β
Tang Jingyi gave Yang Bing a thumbs up: "You are worthy of being the leader, your wisdom should not be underestimated, and then." You're only half right, the nourishment is not a fresh corpse, but a fresh soul, and you should know that the soul is the most complete when people first die, and as time passes, the soul will gradually weaken until it finally disappears. β
It turns out that this grass grows by sucking people's souls, and it is no wonder that it emits that breathtaking blue light, which is the brilliance of the soul. The effect of this grass is to control people's minds, and the driving force behind the scenes should be the Tang Sect senior.
Regarding Yang Bing's speculation, Tang Jingyi shook her head and denied it: "It seems unlikely, it was the Tang Dynasty, and it was also my Tang Sect that relied on Phantom Grass to become the number one faction in martial arts, just like the current Shanhai faction." β
"Although Sichuan Tangmen is a drug-making sect, it is also a decent family in any case, and it is probably intolerable to plant phantom grass. As far as I know about your Aunt Tang, it is very likely that you have the idea of using Phantom Grass to revive the Tang Sect. β
"That's right. You are right, the Tang Sect planted the Phantom Grass and angered the other sects, and the two factions of good and evil, led by Shaolin and Wudang, joined forces and launched an attack on the powerful Tang Sect, and Rao is righteousness and the Demon Sect combined could not defeat the Tang Sect, and finally. Some people within the Tang Sect who opposed the Phantom Grass turned against each other, which led to the strong Tang Gate being breached, and the Phantom Grass and related classics were also destroyed, and the Tang Sect has been in a slump since then. β
". Yang Bing kicked a stone under his feet and cursed, "I originally thought that after the rebellion of the Light Demon King." I can live in seclusion in the mountains and forests with peace of mind, not to mention long-term peace and stability, I can always live a peaceful life for a few years, but I didn't expect that in less than a month, new troubles came, am I born to be a busy person. β
Tang Jingyi sneered: "There is an old Chinese saying that the husband is innocent and guilty, and it is not difficult for you to retreat, provided that you are willing to hand over the god list, but I believe you will definitely not be willing." β
"Hand over the God List to the owner of the Phantom Grass, and let him set off a bloody storm? Don't be naΓ―ve, I admit that I am not a good person, at least, the God List can not be used in my hands. β
"Since you don't want to hand over the god list, then what you have to do is to recruit new troops, so that the Xiao organization can grow to its original scale again, you have mastered a powerful force, and the master of the phantom grass will naturally be a little jealous, otherwise, the harassment of these cannon fodder is just the beginning. β
In a primeval forest in northern Sichuan, this valley is foggy all year round, and the forest is densely covered with countless poisonous snakes and beasts, which are even more terrifying than the Great Xing'an Mountains where the Black Moon Sect is located.
And somewhere in the middle of this dead black forest, a large blue-purple light flashed, and as far as the eye could see, there was a large area of phantom grass, and at the edge of the phantom grass garden stood a small pavilion.
There was a burst of light music in the pavilion, a woman in pink was playing the guzheng inside, this woman was young and looked about eighteen, her black hair hung down to her heels, and at a close look, this woman looked like a fairy, but her beautiful facial features were a little weird, not pure Oriental characteristics.
There is no doubt that a dress but an authentic Hanfu is like a big girl, but being able to play the guzheng like this in the Phantom Grass Garden will naturally not be the so-called lady show.
"The hosts. A girl in red walked towards the pavilion, the woman in pink stopped playing, she looked at the woman in red and asked, "Yanhong, how are you doing?" The woman looked young and looked only eighteen years old, but her voice was like that of a middle-aged woman, with a unique magic.
The woman named Yan Hong was about fifteen years old, her immature appearance could not be concealed on her face, she saluted the woman in pink and said: "Then Yang Bing will kill all the people we sent, he is now completely red-eyed, as long as he opens his mouth about the god list, he will strike first, we have lost thousands of soldiers." β
"It's the heart of the Dark Lord, a murderous fellow. The woman in pink sneered, and then said to Yan Hong, "The deadline is approaching, my time is running out, no matter what, I have to get the god list before the deadline,"
"However, Yang Bing's is too powerful, we can't defeat him at all, why is this loss of troops at present, I think it is better for the master to personally go out and kill him with poison, and then take back the god list. β
"Bang Bang!" Yan Hong's face had a few more palm prints, she was so frightened that she quickly knelt on the ground trembling all over, and the woman in pink sneered, "What does the master want to do, you don't need you as a minion to intervene, do you think that as a fragment of the Dark Lord, he will be afraid of poison? The Dark Lord cannot be killed, if he really makes him the real Dark Lord, then our plans will all be in vain." β
"Master, the subordinate has a question. The slap just now was loud, and Yan Hong's tone seemed a little timid, and after getting the approval of the woman in pink, she continued, "The main yin and yang qi of the Fengshen List can be urged, as far as I know, the master does not have this ability." β
"Hahaha. The woman in pink raised her head and laughed, so frightened that Yan Hong lowered her head again, for fear of angering this moody master, and always beware of her moody mood when she was with her, and the subordinates who died under her were no less than those killed by Yang Bing. "I don't, but my allies can help me do it. β
The ally of the woman in pink, as her confidant, of course, knew that it was a group of Turks from Central Asia, and it was said that those people were originally subordinates of Taim, the ruler of time in the West, and later after the demise of Taim's power, they followed Nya, however, Niya has now also been killed.
Those Turks can be said to be unlucky with whoever they are, thinking of this, dripping cold sweat broke out on her red forehead, and looked at the master's back, she was still playing the guzheng, if this is the case, then the next unlucky person is her.
At this moment, a burst of applause interrupted the playing of the woman in pink, and Yan Hong looked back to see a young man in a black suit, with black curly hair, brown eyes, and a tall nose, as if he was a Central Asian. (To be continued......)