"Something happened!" Luibei turned the steering wheel and stopped the armored vehicle on the street, his face solemn. As an old demon slayer, he could already smell a strong sense of crisis from the strange breath in the air.
And this crisis is definitely not something he can handle.
Perhaps even if all the demon slayers in the Demon Slayer Bureau of Province C stepped forward, they would not be able to handle it.
"The four of you, and Chen Huai'an, go first and ask for support from the Demon Slayer Division of Province C!"
As he spoke, the man with the beard got out of the car with a machete in hand and opened all the doors.
"Uncle, what about you?" Chen Huaian got out of the car and stared at the bearded man walking towards the trunk.
"I'm a soldier of Class A here." The man with the beard opened the trunk with a cigarette in his mouth, revealing the trunk full of hot weapons. He tilted his head and said, "If I don't go, who will go?"
"Actually, I think I can help."
Chen Huai'an pursed his lips.
That's right, he was just helping Tie Beibei and had nothing to do with the Demon Slayer.
"You?" The man with the beard took out a bottle of light golden liquid, twisted it and poured it into the ammunition box, then turned and looked at Chen Huaian: "You are not a member of the Demon Slayer Division, you can't help me, and you can't stay here, get out of here!"
"I'm a containment."
"You also need permission to hold objects in storage. You cannot stay in the storage room without permission. Your current permission will expire after you complete the task of killing the Black Coffin Envoy." The man with the beard loaded a huge shotgun with bullets soaked in golden liquid, and stuffed a bottle of golden liquid into Chen Huai'an's hand. He said angrily, "The holy water of the Church is quite effective against monsters and evil spirits. A lot of the funds and resources of the Monster Killing Department have been used to exchange for these things. It has only been slightly better since the breathing method was invented... Take this bottle for self-defense."
He saw Chen Huai'an still standing there without moving, with a wicked smile on his face:
"What's wrong, kid? If you join the Demon Slayer Division now, I will let you participate in my mission right away. This time a big guy came and said that the bounty is also 20 to 30 million. What do you think? Isn't it tempting?"
"Uncle, you are more handsome when you are silent than when you are talking."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
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The man with the beard watched Chen Huaian and the others leave and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's go. The farther the better."
Go further away, you'll be safe.
He held a cigarette in his mouth, a machete and a shotgun in his hand, and walked towards the dry riverbed step by step.
The relaxation on his face disappeared, and solemnity and shock accumulated - a pure gold coffin slowly rose from the bronze tomb in the center of the riverbed.
Crunch——!
The lid of the coffin slowly opened, and the frosty white corpse gas rushed out.
The sight of him sitting up made the bearded man's pupils shrink suddenly.
He was a skinny man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe. The blood vessels under his grayish-blue skin were throbbing like black snakes. The pure gold leaves on his crown moved without wind. Each string of tassels was tied with a shrunken boy's skull. Rhino horn incense was inserted in the eye sockets of the skull. The green smoke condensed into twisted seal characters in the air. The nails of his ten fingers shone with a cold bronze light. The blood mole between his eyebrows emitted blood light, twisting the light on his face into a vortex, making it difficult to see his appearance.
The reason why the beard was frightened was not only because of the terrifying pressure of the monster,
Also because he had seen it - after being promoted to the first-class soldier rank, he had the honor of viewing the stone tablet under the ten thousand stone steps of Kunlun Palace.
There are many stone carvings on the stone tablet.
One of the paintings shows the monster rising from a golden coffin.
What does this mean? Is it a prophecy?
Thinking of the other carvings, Lu Shakespeare couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.
It is hard to imagine what a disaster it would be if all these sculptures gradually appeared.
This world will become hell.
While he was thinking, the Corpse King had already moved.
He raised his head and roared wildly, the sharp hissing sound was like the roaring of tens of millions of old-fashioned televisions, the smell of corpses spread, the river water froze inch by inch, the ginkgo trees on the bank dropped leaves, a man in a suit was running wildly along the bank, the contract papers in his briefcase were flying like snowflakes, but the moment they came into contact with the smell of corpses, they turned into a pile of paper money.
"This corpse aura cannot be touched... We can't let this old monster howl anymore, otherwise the whole city will become dead." The man with the beard went up to the river surface with a machete in hand and cursed, rushing all the way to the center of the river where the corpse king was.
He didn't think he could defeat this weird corpse king with his own strength.
He just doesn't want there to be more people as unfortunate as him in the world.
"Shut up, you beast!"
The mad knife spun and chopped towards the corpse king, and at the same time, the right hand with a beard was also raised.
The barrel of the shotgun spurted out blue flames.
Bang bang!
There was no dull sound of bullets hitting flesh, only sparks flashing across the bearded man's field of vision.
His pupils shrank, and in the blink of an eye, the Corpse King's dry hand grasped his blade.
Under the tassels, the distorted face was completely intact, and all the bullets from the shotgun were deflected.
"Fuck you, how shameless!?"
The answer to the bearded man was the Corpse King's suddenly extended right hand.
One punch!
Bang——!
Xu Shakespeare spurted blood and looked down at his chest which was pierced in an instant.
The Corpse King slowly retracted his hand and took out a beating tumor. He wanted to put the tumor into his mouth, but hesitated when it was near his mouth - it was obvious that this tumor was not the heart he wanted, and the taste on it was not fresh.
The man with the beard laughed: "Hahaha, you old bastard, you didn't mean it, did you? I don't have any intention!"
He punched the Corpse King in the face, but it felt like he was punching an alloy wall.
"Ah!" Lu Sibei shook his hands in pain, his facial features were twisted together in agony. As the saying goes, the heart is connected to the fingers. This punch broke all his fingers. Today he learned what it means to have a face thicker than a city wall.
This punch did not cause any damage to the Corpse King.
But to the Corpse King, it was a provocation.
"roar--!"
He smashed the bearded man to the ground, swinging his claws left and right.
The sound of bones cracking and howling was like a broken violin, and the muscles and tendons were torn apart like rotten cotton in the cold light.
Blood foam splattered on the blue-gray scales, and the broken limbs rolled into the river as they twitched.
The dismembered body was like a puppet with its strings cut, mechanically disassembled into pieces.
The man with whiskers, who was left with only a head, stared coldly at the corpse king.
He was in pain, and his mind went blank.
But he still smiled, opened his mouth, and spat at the corpse king's feet.
“I, ugh——!”
puff.
The next second, the skull was also crushed.
The Corpse King took a deep breath.
His world was finally clear.
"The Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the root of all the Qi!"
A solemn roar suddenly rang out from the buildings on both sides of the Jin River.
The demon slayers stood on the rooftops of the buildings, each with their hands forming seals.
Their auras were connected, and behind and above their heads a yellow flag fluttered in the wind. As the Corpse King chanted rapidly, the frozen river surface beneath his feet lit up with stars, forming the Big Dipper array.
The position where the Corpse King is located is exactly the position of the Broken Army - Yao Guang.
At this moment, the yaoguang in the array echoed with the yaoguang stars in the sky that were gradually turning red.
A blood-red sword gradually took shape above the corpse king's head.
On the ice, the bearded man watched the scene silently.
Even though he was beaten badly.
But fortunately, the support from the Demon Slayer Bureau finally arrived.
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