One thousand two hundred and twenty-six: Can you make elixirs without sacrifices?
The bomb was remotely controlled. Zhao Yinghe saw that Yan Wan was a close combatant. If he wanted to rebel, he could take the opportunity to drive the zombies up to fight with Yan Wan, and then take advantage of his grandson.
——
"DrinkBah!!"
Yan Wang spat out the dirt in his mouth and got up from the ground in disgrace: "Grandson, do you think I only know how to use a sword?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a gun from his waist and pulled the trigger while the Ghost King roared angrily. In less than a second, the bullet was empty.
Click The magazine slipped off, he pressed it on his waist, inserted the magazine, loaded it, and aimed at the Ghost King again... or rather, the palm-sized pill furnace behind the Ghost King.
How could this ghost king still make elixirs when all the sacrifices had been slaughtered? Are there any other alternatives?
He didn't know and didn't have time to figure out the reason. Yan Wan had now made up his mind to destroy the alchemy furnace that the Ghost King had been protecting.
Nearly twenty bullets, with the help of skills, are accurate at one point. This terrifying impact... The Ghost King couldn't stop it at all.
The alchemy furnace is embedded in a copper platform, and the impact of bullets cannot knock it aside. But it can penetrate the alchemy furnace.
The Ghost King is not stupid. Although he is an old ghost for hundreds of years, it does not mean that he does not understand current technology.
In Yan Wan's stunned expression, this guy actually condensed the Yin evil and tried his best to slow down the bullet, while not forgetting to take the opportunity to change its direction.
"How can he play like this???" Yan Wan was convinced, really convinced.
Following a noisy collision, just a few seconds passed. The bullet was either corroded by the Ghost King, hit the bones of his soul, or was reversed.
Peng...
Yan Wang struck the Ghost King's arm with his sword, and the huge force was reflected back, making him stagger back, and the hand holding the sword trembled.
However, a smile of successful conspiracy appeared on his face. Because the area where this sword slashed had just blocked a full seven or eight bullets, and because he slashed with all his strength, a crack had already appeared on the surface of Ruyu's bones.
"You look like this, do you still want to go through disaster?"
Yan Wang sneered, raised his head and stared at the increasingly darker whirlpool in the sky. Under the thunderous light in the sky, his face looked particularly ferocious: "I will be your disaster today."
Click...
Thunderbolts were rolling, and Yan Wan raised his sword again and charged forward. The red dragon soul wrapped around the sword body, red light splashed out like blood for several inches, and he slashed it with a mighty force.
As Yan Wan's steps turned, Chixiao in his hand seemed to come alive, chopping, slashing, stabbing, or chipping at all kinds of incredible angles, never leaving the Ghost King's arm bones.
"Get out of my way!"
The Ghost King was interested in the elixir and did not want to tangle with him. He turned around and shook his hand, hitting the sword with his fist, causing Yan Wan's sword stance to stagnate. The force on his body forced him to step back half a step to stabilize his balance.
Eviscerate!
Suddenly, Yan Wu took advantage of the situation, lowered his waist and slid forward, thrust forward sideways, and raised his body sharply. The red horse was as demonic as the blood moon, bringing up afterimages.
The unparalleled sword edge passed over the ghost king's chest in a matter of seconds. While he was still twisting his body with his fist closed and the door wide open, it was as powerful as a broken bamboo, from his throat to his crotch, cutting him alive.
Cut the meat!
Once you get it, you won't let it go. The sword moved with him, causing blood to rain.
Eviscerate!
Seal your throat!
Pointing his eyes... Yan Wan was overwhelmed by the strength and forced to sheath his sword to block the Ghost King's fist, which was full of sinister evil. Step by step, each time he stepped on the ground, he left a footprint several inches deep.
It wasn't until he retreated a full four or five meters that he managed to completely remove the power contained in this punch. Even so, the sinister energy that could corrode steel still made Yan Wan's energy and blood agitate.
If it weren't for the several layers of protection and defense provided by Jin Chan's Nine Transformations just now, even if he could withstand it, he would not be unscathed, but would only have a slight fluctuation in energy and blood.
After all, this golden cicada's nine transformations really saved him many times.
At this moment, a small and heavy sound of footsteps suddenly came from his ears.
"What the hell???" Yan Wan turned around subconsciously. Did Zhao Yinghe and the others deal with the female ghost?
He didn't trust the other party at all, so he immediately retreated, keeping a distance from the Ghost King and the entrance, and looked at them from a distance.
Seeing his behavior, the Ghost King also thought that Yan Huan was together. He also thought that Ye Ling had solved Xue'er, so he rushed over to stop him from experiencing the disaster.
This shouldn't be the case. According to his previous calculations, Xue'er, who has a soul-carrying object, will definitely stop the three of them. After all, Dorgon's zombie body is actually really strong.
At first, Yan Wan suddenly rushed in, which was beyond his expectation, but after thinking about it, he didn't think it was unacceptable.
After all, when the two sides fought for the first time, Yan Wan put the most pressure on him. Coupled with the sword in this guy's hand, Xue'er was momentarily wary, so it was normal for him to see an opening and rush over.
However, the strength of Ye Ling and Zhao Yinghe is indeed somewhat confusing to the Ghost King.
They could actually deal with Xue'er who had a soul-carrying object. Based on the strength they showed during the battle, this was simply ridiculous.
Unless...they hide their strength.
He just thought of this when suddenly...
boom!
Yan Wan just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze. When he saw the Ghost King changing his gaze, his attention was obviously not here, he immediately took out his pistol and pulled the trigger.
The moment the gun rang out, the Ghost King had already come to his senses.
But this time was different from before. Although Yan Wan moved quickly, he saw it and naturally knew to defend in advance.
But this time...he couldn't stop it.
In desperation, the Ghost King had to take a step sideways, trying to block the bullets with his hard bones.
According to his previous habit, Yan Wang prefers to aim at one point and shoot the bullet in a straight line to increase the penetration.
The Ghost King was confident about the defensive power of his own frame...
Eh? ? ?
He suddenly discovered that Yan Wan did not play according to the routine this time. The bullets shot in different directions, and it was impossible for him to completely block them in a hurry. Find the bookstore www.zhaoshuyuaｎ.com
Helplessly, the Ghost King could only block most of the bullets, but he could only watch helplessly as the remaining two bullets penetrated the flesh, grazed the ribs, and were nailed to the alchemy furnace.
Boom! !
The muffled sound was mixed with a clear echo.
After seeing that the bullet did not penetrate the alchemy furnace, but only left an eye-catching dent on it. The Ghost King finally breathed a sigh of relief...
Click!
However, his tone seemed to be loose at the wrong time.
After a moment of slackness, Yan Wan saw an opportunity. Like a ghost, he silently ran behind the Ghost King, raised his sword and slashed hard at the Ghost King's neck.
Following the crisp sound of bone cracking, the Ghost King couldn't help but let out a long roar of pain, turned around sternly, and swept his claws towards the attacker's Tianling Gai.
However, Yan Wan had already bent down like a thief and raised his sword. Not only did he avoid the angry claw, but he also scraped off a large piece of flesh and blood from the Ghost King's body.