Chapter 387 The life of the ancient lion hunting gun

Chapter 387 The life of the ancient lion hunting gun

Just before dawn, the ancient lion Dai Qisi was immersed in the hunting game.

The two cunning mothmen had already arrived at the top of Shanxin Mountain under the cover of night.

There is no grass on the top of the mountain, but there are circles of charred circles on the ground. If you look closely, you will find that the black circles on the ground show signs of being baked by the flames.

It's as if there was once a monster beyond common sense that burst out ripples of fiery flames here.

In the center of the circle of carbon black marks were four deeply sunken lion paw prints. Even the solid rocks under the sand surface could not withstand the huge force of the crushing force at that time and cracked like spider webs.

The gravel that the lion's feet stepped on had been baked and melted into liquid by thousands of degrees of heat, and then eroded by the cold wind in the middle of the night, it had now condensed into turbid glass stones like four plum blossoms.

There was a pile of broken charcoal scattered near the four plum-blossom glass bodies. There seemed to be a strange stench remaining in the air, like the smell of completely burnt protein. It seemed that it was from this pile of broken charcoal that the smell was diffused. .

But if someone carefully collects these charred meat pieces scattered on the mountain top, and then carefully glues them together, they may be able to piece together an ugly and abnormal insect corpse.

Watson paused in front of a piece of broken, charred meat.

The right eye that really belongs to him in this host body is rapidly rotating in the eye socket at an incredibly weird amplitude. The frequency of rotation is so fast that it seems like there is a dark afterimage left around the white of the eye.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and the strangely rotating right eye naturally implies abnormal mental activities.

A certain clicking sound that only existed in the spiritual world slowly leaked out from the whirling right eye, quietly penetrating into the ground on the top of the mountain of kindness like an evil whisper of a dirty and pure heart.

The charred pieces of meat scattered on the ground seemed to hear this cry and began to tremble slightly, as if this pile of completely blackened and charred meat pieces still had strange life!

But Mary Morstan, who was standing next to him, observed very carefully. She could sense that the tremors did not come from the inside of the charred meat.

Rather, it comes from the bottom of the charred meat, from the ground beneath your feet.

As the ground trembled slightly, dark tentacles that were as thin as earthworms but smooth and without any links emerged from the sand.

They were all once part of the charred insect corpse. Before the ancient lion shot out the explosive arrow that contained fiery heat and sharpness, they had secretly and quickly left the body.

Sneaking into the sand with secrets stolen from the lion's head that could not be transferred out of thin air, he escaped the destruction of the ancient lion and survived.

At this moment, the dark tentacles that heard the cry of the main body twisted their bodies wildly with excitement, crawling towards the consciousness of the main body.

Watson bent down and stretched out his hand toward the pitch-black tentacles that contained fragmented secrets. His exposed right arm had strangely open holes, with fleshy texture and pale bones clearly visible in the holes.

The pitch-black tentacles one after another naturally penetrated into his body along the open hole in his right arm, plunged into the tiny blood vessels, and rushed straight to the brain on the high-speed channel of blood flow.

Black and protruding blood vessels flowed slowly under the skin, and the rapidly rotating right eye finally calmed down. In the darkness deep in the eye, sparks of inspiration seemed to be bursting out.

Each dark tentacle hides an incomplete secret, like a puzzle piece with complex patterns.

Each piece picked out individually is just a chaotic and illogical memory, and crudely combined together can only get a piece of wrong and incorrect information.

Only after complete decryption through normal methods can the ancient secret of the true Tomb of the Shadowless Kings be obtained!

Tears as thick and dark as crude oil slowly leaked from the right eye that had been decrypted. These tears seemed to have a life of their own and were squirming slightly, like a pool of dark and greasy liquid life.

Watson held up this pool of strange liquid that was still active and moving and delivered it to the waiting female dancer.

"Put this pool of liquid into the ear canal, and it will tell you that it should open the entrance to the Shadowless Kings."

"If you don't trust me, Miss Mary, you can also close the gap between the ear canal and the skull. You can also learn the secret of opening just through the resonance transmission between the cochlea and the bones."

Although the female dancer has some worries in her heart, the entrance to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings is already in front of her eyes. Whether it is the scorched black marks on the top of Shanxin Mountain or the unscrupulous ancient lion in the distance. It proves that everything that happened tonight is closely related to the Golden General of Blade Sichen - and according to the information revealed by his mentor, the Golden General of Blade Sichen was a high-level executive of the Shadowless Empire before he ascended.

Mary Morstan thought in her mind: "This pool of thick, viscous and crazily squirming black liquid seems to be very similar to the legendary water of oblivion."

"It is said that drinking the water of oblivion will not only forget all the memories of one's past, but also completely forget the instincts of being a human being. Even a knowledgeable person whose soul and flesh have been highly integrated with sex cannot escape this forgetfulness. , even all the secret knowledge in the soul has been forgotten... completely reduced to a blank white paper, waiting for the person to write the future fate of man or beast. "

"Even for me, the Water of Oblivion is an extremely dangerous item."

"But I signed a curse contract with Mr. Watson. It should be impossible for him to break the restrictions of the contract and cause any harm to me."

"Then this squirming liquid that is highly similar to the Water of Oblivion should only be similar in appearance and cannot cause any harm to me."

"But since Mr. Watson's trip, he has never shown complete trust in me. Even now, it seems that there are still some things that he has not revealed... although I have not completely trusted him either."

"It's important to be on guard against others. It's better to be cautious and close the door between the ear canal and the skull directly."

Mary Morstan looked up and returned her charming smile, saying softly: "How could I not trust you, Mr. Watson?"

After finishing speaking, the female dancer took the still slightly squirming dark liquid and put it into her ears.

The liquid that seemed to be alive immediately slipped into the depths of the narrow ear canal, wrapped around Mary Morstan's cochlea like a thirsty python, and refused to let go like a plump white sheep.

The viscous black liquid has already transmitted the ancient secret with a slight movement, and the information is transmitted directly to the female dancer's skull via the bone conduction channel.

She already knows the secret of the entrance to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings.

Mary Morstan looked up at the soon-to-be-dark sky. The vision in her soul vibrated violently and recited an ancient incantation that could not be uttered by mortal vocal cords.

There are obvious pauses and hesitations between each syllable of the ancient mantra, but this is not just because the content of the ancient mantra is obscure, but also because the gaps between the syllables are also part of the opening of the mantra.

The gaps between the sounds have the same effect as the syllables of the spell. The gaps, gaps and cracks are the true appearance of Qi's spell.

As the female dancer's soul revealed itself, she recited the secret incantation to open the ancient Tomb of the Shadowless Empire in the form of violent tremors, and the space dozens of feet above the Shanxin Mountain suddenly began to twist and deform.

A twisted whirlpool seemed to arise in the gray space.

The formless void vortex is wildly devouring everything around it, including the cold air, ashes and dust, the rising morning glow, and the nine invisible forces that are everywhere.

When all the light between heaven and earth was mercilessly swallowed by the void vortex, traces of this invisible and formless void vortex were also revealed, and the colorful blurred light circled slowly and quickly over the top of Shanxin Mountain.

The mottled whirlpool of different colors shines with a dizzying and weird light, as if it can swallow up all the eyes that come into contact with it, and suck the spirit and body of the peepers into it.

This whirlpool gate that may or may not exist between reality and illusion is the real entrance to the tomb of the shadowless kings!

The Mausoleum of Cyrus at the foot of Shanxin Mountain and the four imperial mausoleums further away are just false royal mausoleums to deceive mortal mortals. The real shadowless kings are already sleeping outside the waking world!

At this moment, the Tomb of the Shadowless King, which had been silent for two thousand years, finally reappeared!

The dawn glow, which should have no outline, also shows a twisted and dim color. Under the terrifying suction of the void vortex, it can't help twisting and twisting, like streaks of brilliant flowing silk spinning and flying in the air.

The tiny fragments of gravel on the top of Shanxin Mountain also flew into the air under the crazy attraction of the void vortex, and the individual gravels were mixed in the streamer forging belt and flew towards the sky.

The gravel, dust and morning glow are twisted and winding, seeming to condense into an ascending staircase.

But the void vortex has not yet fully formed, it is still only the size of a human face, and the strange and terrifying attraction is not strong enough to pull the two people on the mountain to fly into the sky.

But the roar of the ancient lion could be heard in the distance, and the thunderous roar that shook the sky was like the sky shaking with anger!

"Three minutes! I still need three minutes!" Mary Morstan shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Got it." Watson nodded slightly and pushed open the heavy and huge steel box, which contained a dazzling array of weapons.

He slowly grasped the broken thick-barreled flintlock placed in the most conspicuous position in the box.

This antique flintlock gun has an unusually rough bore. The gun body is covered with dense claw marks and hard-to-wash blood. It looks so dilapidated that it is not even qualified to be displayed in a museum.

But when Watson held the wooden gun stock that was made from some kind of wood that should have rotted but had not rotted, the strange multi-winged mark at the end of the gun stock suddenly bloomed with a dazzling cold light that could blind a mortal's eyes!

This strange-looking thick-barreled flintlock gun is an ancient lion hunting gun stolen from the Crossroads Order's treasure house.

This thick-barreled flintlock gun once participated in the feat of hunting an ancient war lion. Even though the ancient lion had aged and degenerated at that time, it still could not conceal the world-renowned achievement of hunting the ancient lion.

This gun is also contaminated with the cause and effect of lion hunting, and the life of the gun is bound to be entangled with lion hunting.

But hunting lions is the mission this gun was born to fulfill!

It was born with only three chances to unleash its fury.

The first release of rage destroyed the heart of the old ancient lion. This was the first time it drank blood, and it had the honor to taste the fiery blood of the ancient lion. The taste of the burning blood has been deeply engraved in his mind. Shot.

It has also been transformed and reborn under the baptism of the blood of the old ancient lion. The reputation of killing lions has been engraved deep in the scars of the gun body. This shocking achievement has been widely circulated in the history that no one knows.

The scarred flintlock also received the blessings of the other two Blade Masters.

The projectiles fired from this gun will definitely be able to hit the ancient lion's body, will definitely be able to tear the ancient lion's muscles, will definitely be able to pierce the ancient lion's bones, and will definitely be able to directly hit the ancient lion's soul!

These blessings are both an affirmation of its honor and a modification of its destiny - it will definitely encounter a second ancient lion again in this life!

However, the second release of fury after a long absence only seriously injured Huan Shi's creation. That is a shame that this gun can never wash away in this life!

But fortunately, this regret and shame did not remain in the heart of the thick-barreled flintlock gun for too long... It had already met the second ancient lion destined to be killed today!

The last brilliance and the last rage in my life are just to save it for this moment, for the ancient war lion in the distance that is still in its prime! ! !

The broken lion hunting gun could no longer suppress the restlessness in his heart. The broken multi-winged mark on the butt of the gun seemed to be flapping actively. The gun body was vibrating wildly as if it was trembling with excitement. The sharp barbs and fangs of the trigger were all flapping. It has exploded, and the last projectile is already dancing generously in the magazine!

Hurry up! Pull the trigger quickly!

I want to kill the lion, I want to kill the lion, I want to kill the lion! ! !

The broken lion hunting gun howled crazily, the broken Five-Winged Mark flapped its wings wildly, and the wooden carved wings burst out with sharp blade lights visible to the naked eye. The blade lights were intertwined with the tangle of swords.

Its fury! Its destruction! Its murderous intent turned into a razor-sharp blade that was hungry and restless, spreading towards the arm of the gun holder. Even if I drink up the life of the gun holder this time, I will definitely unleash the most violent blow in my life. ! ! !

However, this fury that was enough to devour the Knower was not able to confuse the mind of the gunman at all. The other party seemed completely unaffected as he gently patted the dancing broken multi-winged mark and said calmly: "Quiet. "Point, now is not the time for you to appear."

"You are the killing weapon that I have high hopes for, so of course I have to save it for the most appropriate time to take action."

The broken mark of the Many-Winged One looked up at the gunman in confusion. It could clearly feel the rejection in this human's words, but why was the opponent's arm with protruding dark veins still transmitting strife and murder? The power of cutting and destroying?

The ancient lion hunting gun couldn't figure out the answer, but it knew that it was getting stronger and stronger, and the final projectile was getting sharper. This strength even exceeded the first owner many years ago. !

The limited gun life is burning, all the obsession and spirit are poured into the projectile. It will burst out with the most brilliant fury in this life, and it will tear into pieces the ancient lion that must be unable to escape!