Chapter 44: The Dragon-Shaped Stone Stick

The second golden talisman!

Shen Shi stared at the golden talisman that was close to the ground, and he was speechless for a while, but at the same time, suddenly a whistling sound came from afar, Shen Shi looked up, but only to see that the internal strife between Song Pi and Gu Ziteng's two Yuan Shimen disciples in the distance had already divided the winner and the loser.

The ordinary-looking Gu Ziteng seems to be really skilled, and he has completely suppressed Song Pi at this moment, although Song Pi roared angrily, but there was already a little panic in his tone, which was completely inconsistent with the innate arrogance of Shen Shi when he saw him in the past, it seems that no matter who it is, it is a similar reaction when facing a life-and-death situation.

It's just that although Song Pi has shown weakness, Gu Ziteng has obviously made up his mind, and his subordinates have no intention of tolerating it, pressing step by step, and after a while, the aura is flourishing, but it is he who found a flaw in the fierce battle, and directly slashed Song Pi's chest with his magic weapon spirit sword.

Song Pi was exhausted at the moment, and after receiving this heavy blow, his body was even more shocked, and he was directly knocked out, and blood was already spurting in mid-air, and after falling heavily on the ground in the distance with a "bang", after twisting a few times, he stiffened and did not move.

Gu Zi Tengwu was not at ease, and after putting away the magic weapon, he rushed over to check it, kicked Song Pi's body twice, kicked his body a few times, and saw that his fellow disciple really had no reaction, so he breathed a sigh of relief, sneered, took Song Pi's Ruyi bag and put it in his arms, and then turned around and walked towards the original place.

It's just that this turn, Gu Ziteng's face was stunned, in the distance, there should have been only the old demon clan who had been caught up and captured by him before, but at this moment, I don't know when, there was another figure, and at the same time, there seemed to be a black pig next to him?

Gu Ziteng raised his eyebrows, his face suddenly gloomy, but his first reaction was to immediately look around, when his eyes swept over the empty wilderness and the still desolate giant mountain, confirming that there were indeed no more Terran monks around, Gu Ziteng's face showed a trace of anger, sneered, and walked over to Shen Shi and the Blood Fang Patriarch.

Shen Shi slowly straightened up, his face was solemn, looking at Gu Ziteng, who was gradually approaching and full of murderous aura up and down, but he did not have the intention of retreating, but instead took a step, intentionally or unintentionally, in front of the old patriarch of the Blood Fang.

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"Who are you?"

Gu Ziteng walked closer, looked at Shen Shi coldly, and asked. If his cold gaze can kill, then his eyes at this moment must be an extremely sharp blade.

Shen Shi didn't mean to answer at all, just looked at Gu Ziteng with the same indifferent gaze. The disciple from the Gu family in front of him killed his fellow disciple and brother with his own hands just now, and Song Pi, who is also a descendant of a saint like him, no matter who sees this kind of thing, Gu Ziteng will not allow him to live, so it is meaningless to report his origin and name.

Seeing Shen Shi's reaction, Gu Ziteng's brows furrowed slightly, and there was a slight surprise on his face, but the murderous aura on his body seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and then he sneered, and didn't seem to bother to say anything more, the spirit sword in his hand lit up, and he was about to make a move.

And Shen Shi hung down on his hand, and his fingers had quietly grasped a talisman at this moment.

The two of them were separated by a few feet, but the atmosphere had suddenly stiffened, and they saw that a fierce battle was about to start again, but at this time, suddenly from behind Shen Shi, an old and hoarse voice came.

It was the voice of the old patriarch of the Blood Fang, the old cow of the demon clan.

He seemed to have said a word, but the tone was completely different from the usual words, hoarse with a bit of poignant, and each word jumped very much when he spit it out, as if a person's voice was suddenly distorted, as if it was a completely different language, or it was simply this old cow unconsciously shouting and screaming, so that Shen Shi and Gu Ziteng couldn't understand it at all.

Both of them were a little surprised, and at the same time turned to look at the Bloodtooth Patriarch.

The old bull head, whose face was gray and weak, had already stood up straight behind Shen Shi at some point, his huge bull eyes were full of despair and pain, and at the same time, the eyes that looked at Gu Ziteng were also full of hatred.

Then he suddenly raised his hands above the top and lifted the thing he was holding in his arms, and Shen Shi saw that it seemed to be a stone stick that was not very big, black all over, less than three feet long, and it didn't look too long. In the upper part of the black stone stick, a black stone dragon is carved coiled on the stone stick, with teeth and claws, which looks lifelike.

The voice of the old cow is still echoing.

Shen Shi suddenly felt that he didn't seem to be talking.

This old cow seems to be singing.

Holding the black stone dragon stick high, looking up at the huge round mountain that towered into the clouds, this old and weak demon clan sang loudly and poignantly.

It seems to be an ancient voice, passed down from ancient times to generations, tossed and immortalized in countless years of wind and frost, and finally once again, echoing in this vast and ancient land.

No one could understand his words and singing, and the twisted and complicated words seemed to be not supposed to come out of a person's throat at all, and it seemed that the old cow's expression was becoming more and more decayed with the singing, as if he was about to suffocate in the next moment.

But he still didn't stop, and there seemed to be a hint of madness in his eyes, a madness of despair.

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Gu Ziteng suddenly felt that something was wrong, he stared at the black dragon stick in the old bull demon's hand, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and he let out a low sigh, and his body was about to move forward. At the same time, Shen Shi, who was also aware of his movements, flipped his hand but directly shot out a fireball, directly blocking Gu Ziteng's newly swept figure.

Gu Ziteng was furious, a fierce look flashed on his face, and he turned around and faced Shen Shi directly, the spirit sword in his hand was shining, Shen Shi sneered, but he didn't have the slightest intention of backing down.

However, at this time, the poignant and distorted, and at the same time with a bit of mysterious and ancient recklessness, suddenly stopped, Shen Shi was startled, looked back, and saw that the old cow clenched the black dragon stick with both hands, opened his eyes, and suddenly screamed, waving his hands back, and Xiao Hei on the side also screamed.

The black dragon stick went straight down, and in the blink of an eye, it touched the chest of the old bull demon. It looked like the back end of the stone stick was blunt and smooth, but for some reason, the flesh and blood of the old cow's body were like paper paste under this black dragon stick, and without even a soft sound, it was directly inserted.

Entering without a chest!

Shen Shi and Gu Ziteng were both taken aback, and they didn't know what was going on, so Shen Shi hurriedly rushed forward a few steps and grabbed the old patriarch of Bloodtooth. However, just as he was about to eagerly ask what to say, the old bull demon stretched out his hand and pushed him away.

The strength of that arm was amazingly large, completely different from the way he usually looked old.

Shen Shi staggered back two steps, stunned at this amazing scene.

Half of the black dragon-shaped stone stick was directly inserted into the old cow's chest at this moment, but the strange thing was that there was not a drop of blood flowing out of his body, and the old cow didn't seem to feel the pain in his wound at all, just stared blankly at the huge stone mountain, and after a while, the ancient and strange chanting sound sounded from his mouth again.

Only this time, his voice was much lower.

Old and hoarse, sad and desperate, it seems to gather all the last essence of this old man's life, condensed in an ancient song.

What does he seem to be calling, and what is he calling?

This strange scene shocked everyone for a while, and there was silence under the stone mountain, only the strange song echoed leisurely.

But everything still seemed to be dead silent.

There is no response, has the ancient legend been completely annihilated, and has the former god abandoned its followers?

The stone mountain is majestic, like a god standing on the top of the sky, looking at this heaven and earth indifferently and ruthlessly, as for the ants at his feet, maybe he can't see it at all, right?

The hoarse and distorted singing voice gradually lowered, and the old cow's face was no longer bloody, and all his strength seemed to be dissipating rapidly, and when the oil ran out, the lamp dried up.

"Hahahaha......" burst out laughing, suddenly breaking this weird silence, but Gu Ziteng, who came back to his senses, couldn't help but look up to the sky and laughed, and sneered: "Pretending to be a ghost!"

Shen Shi didn't pay attention to that guy, his face looked a little ugly, but at this time, even he didn't know what to do, after hesitating for a moment, he tried to take a step closer to the old cow, and just wanted to comfort him softly, suddenly, the heart in his chest beat violently.

"Boom!"

The sound of his heartbeat was so intense that Shen Shi's body trembled, and after a while, he suddenly saw that the dragon-shaped black stone stick inserted in the old cow's chest suddenly had a trace of color.

A wisp of blood-red color.

From the old cow's chest, wisps of red began to spread up from the bottom of the black stone stick, and at the same time, the old cow's body was twisting and drying up at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, as if the essence blood of his body had been injected into the dragon-shaped stone stick at this moment.

Shen Shi was horrified in his heart, it wouldn't take long for this to continue, Lao Niu was afraid that he would immediately become a human being, but he wanted to stop it but didn't know how to make a move, he really wanted to pull out the stone stick, but he was afraid that Lao Niu wouldn't survive.

The blood-red color continued to spread, impregnating from every corner of the stone stick, and in the end, except for the carved black dragon, which was still pure black, the other parts of the stone stick actually turned red. But maybe it's because the old cow is old and weak after all, and the more he goes above the stone stick, the lighter the red concentration becomes.

And Lao Niu's body looks like he has been ricketed more than just now, and the whole person doesn't seem to be lifeless, but he is not dead yet, and he seems to be still holding on to his breath, struggling to live in this world.

But after the last faint red submerged the end of the stone stick, it seemed that a ritual had finally come to an end, and the hoarse singing finally came to an end, and the ancient breath could not hover in the sky, and the black dragon stone sculpture that was entrenched on the stone stick, its eyes, at this moment, in Shen Shi's surprised gaze, slowly lit up.