lcionline Chapter 182 It’s seconds
Chapter 182 It’s seconds
On this side, the soil beneath Ding Yi's feet suddenly bulged upwards, and then an old man suddenly crawled out.
Jiang Mingyue spat out a piece of mud from her mouth and cried out to Ding Yi above:
"Song Shu! That gorilla is too fierce! I can't beat it!"
Looking at the bright moon below, Ding Yi helplessly jumped down from the bamboo branch, pulled him up, and asked:
"You ran away after only three moves?"
"Song Shu, I'm not like you. I'm no good at fighting."
Jiang Mingyue had a long face.
"Have you found the frequency?"
Ding Yi then asked.
"I got it. That strange spear has two attack frequencies. One is the impact of the throw itself, with a frequency of about three to five hundred."
"That last area-of-effect attack had a frequency of around 600, which is quite powerful."
The old man patted his chest and said.
"Six hundred?"
Ding Yi nodded thoughtfully.
"Song Shu, how about we just forget about it and go?"
Seeing that Ding Yi didn't react, the old man continued.
"The direction they came from suggests that the Yin-Yang Palace's worshippers have arrived. Go and take care of them."
Ding Yi suddenly said.
"You want me to go again?"
The old man was somewhat unwilling.
"We'll have plenty of barbecue when we get back."
"make a deal!"
The old man immediately agreed, and then took off running, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye.
Ding Yi watched the old man's retreating figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He didn't know if the old man was pretending to be stupid or was really crazy, but in any case, there were no red crosses marked on the quicksand map, which meant that the old man at least had no intention of killing him.
After all, judging by the level of threat, the old man was at least at the Great Perfection of the Yuan Aperture, a level of cultivation sufficient to show a red cross on the Flowing Sand Map.
Thinking of this, Ding Yi took out the quicksand map from his pocket again and looked at it. Finding nothing unusual, he put it away and then looked into the depths of the bamboo forest behind him.
At the same time, not long after Wang Yuan rode his demonic horse away, three figures dressed in black armor rode towards him.
"Is Lord Wang ahead?"
Before the two groups even met, the one at the front of the three shouted.
Wang Yuan looked at the black armor on the three people and the murderous aura emanating from them, and immediately reined in his demonic horse, stopping it on the spot.
"It is indeed I, Wang. Are you the Black Armor Guards of the Yin-Yang Palace?"
Wang Yuan stared at the newcomer with his tiger-like eyes and asked.
"Indeed! We are late in coming to your aid, please forgive us, sir!"
As soon as the three of them arrived in front of Wang Yuan, they all dismounted, bowed, and clasped their hands in greeting.
Upon seeing this, Wang Yuan snorted coldly and said:
"Your Yin Yang Palace is getting more and more useless! Not only have you lost face, but now you've even released the remnants of your sect!"
Upon hearing this, the leader of the three black-armored guards immediately took out a letter from his robes and said:
"This is a letter from my master to Lord Wang. Please review it personally to understand all the reasons!"
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yuan dismounted and walked over to the three men.
He took the letter from the black-armored guard, tore off the seal, took out the letter inside and shook it, only to find that it was completely blank, without a single word!
"?"
Wang Yuan was stunned. At that moment, the three black-armored guards simultaneously drew their long swords and slashed down at Wang Yuan's body!
"Crunch!!"
Three long swords instantly struck the stunned Wang Yuan, producing three muffled thuds.
Wang Yuan's muscles were like steel, preventing the three long swords from making any progress.
Upon seeing this, Wang Yuan's face immediately darkened. Then, his muscles trembled violently, and the three long swords were instantly flung away. The force was so great that they even escaped the black-armored guards' hands and stuck into the ground about ten meters behind them.
"You Yin Yang Palace, you actually, you actually!"
Wang Yuan was somewhat incredulous. He looked at the three black-armored guards in front of him and couldn't understand why the people from the Yin-Yang Palace would attack him.
This marriage was initiated by the people of the Yin-Yang Palace, so why is that?!?
Wang Yuan couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. The sudden turn of events drove him completely mad. He roared angrily, then drew the spear from his back and swung it horizontally forward.
"boom!"
The three black-armored guards offered no resistance to this shot and were instantly blown apart. Fine blood and bits of flesh scattered everywhere, and their black armor was reduced to a pile of fragments.
Looking at the three black-armored guards with only broken legs left in front of him, Wang Yuanyu was still furious. Like a raging lion, he stomped his feet wildly on the spot.
"Yin Yang Palace! I want you all dead!!"
Wang Yuan suddenly thought of something, and quickly took out a ring-shaped thin piece from his pocket. He then said something to the thin piece and finally put it close to his spear.
A magical scene appeared.
Suddenly, a mass of flesh split off from the blood membrane of the spear, swallowed the thin slice, and then the mass of flesh peeled off the spear and fell onto the soil.
Immediately afterwards, the flesh burrowed into the soil and disappeared without a trace.
"What was that just now?"
A sudden sound reached Wang Yuan's ears.
Wang Yuan was taken aback, then looked up and saw a burly man with a thick beard standing not far away, looking at him with some curiosity.
"Are you an informant for the Yin-Yang Palace? Enslaving warriors?"
Wang Yuan looked at the bearded man, then a sinister smile crept across his face:
"It's too late! I've already reported what happened here back to Taiping Palace! You Yin Yang Palace, just prepare to face the wrath of Taiping Palace!!"
Ding Yi looked at Wang Yuan, who was laughing wildly, and then a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
"now it's right."
"What's right?"
Wang Yuan looked at Ding Yi and walked towards him step by step.
Ding Yi, however, seemed oblivious to this, instead holding out his right hand and looking at Wang Yuan who was approaching with a normal expression.
"I can see that you have given up resisting. Don't be afraid, it will be over in an instant."
Wang Yuan looked at Ding Yi over there and gave a chilling smile.
But the next moment, he suddenly stopped and couldn't help but look at his palm.
The right hand that had just squeezed Xinde's hand suddenly began to show dense black lines!
"Poison!! You son of a bitch, you scum of the Yin-Yang Palace!?"
Wang Yuan suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He really hadn't expected that the number one palace in Qingzhou would be so shameless!
"Fear me, Wang Yuan?! Why don't you dare come out and fight? You're all cowards! All cowards!!"
"They must all die!!"
Wang Yuan stared at his right hand, which was gradually turning black, and his eyes turned bloodshot. Then he stomped his foot and charged towards Ding Yi with a gust of wind.
At the same time, Ding Yi extended his right palm and grinned at Wang Yuan, who was rushing towards him.
"Return to Origin - 1200!"
"Snapped!"
The next moment, a crisp sound came from the air, and then the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest within a hundred meters radius seemed to be hit by some invisible ripple, and they all fell downwards.
"Uh uh uh..."
Wang Yuan stared at Ding Yi in surprise, then slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.
On Wang Yuan's tall body, a large portion of his flesh and blood had vanished into thin air, as if swallowed by something.
Even the invincible "Ghost Bell" gun had disappeared by most of its length, leaving only half of the gun barrel in his hand.
Fine drops of blood gushed out from the mangled body, instantly forming a small pool of blood at Wang Yuan's feet.
"You, what are you doing..."
"Snapped!!"
With another crisp sound, Wang Yuan's head vanished instantly, while Ding Yi slowly withdrew his hand, breathing heavily.