Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 312 The Glory of Wemblow

   Baomu's eyes widened, and seeing that he was about to faint, Maple Sugar hurriedly held him among his people and dragged him behind.

  Qin Yin also woke up, and saw this picture when he opened his eyes, almost fainted again.

   Xiaolan looked up and looked around, "I see..."

  The eyes of several people met, and they almost said in unison, "Wemblow is here."

  As soon as the voice fell, a burst of coldness appeared behind him.

   Xiaolan flashed to the right, and by the way, he smashed away from February and March, which had been stunned.

  Beep!

  The sharp tip of the silver gun passed through the dead man’s head and nailed him to the ground.

  A few people looked in the direction where the silver spear came.

  A white light flashed.

   Slightly...slightly...

  The head of the gun inserted into the ground began to shake, a few seconds later, with a whistle, the silver gun flew back into the air again.

  The white shadow grabbed the silver gun.

"Do you really think you can escape?" Wemblow erected the gun in front of him, standing on the bench, watching them, "No one can escape from my necromantic prison, can escape from my gun. "

   Xiaolan glanced at his watch, "Feng Que Lei Bing and the four of them should have been out of town."

  The scene suddenly became a bit awkward.

  This face slap is too loud.

   "So what," Wemblow pointed at Xiaolan with the tip of his gun, "Do you think you can run too?"

and also?

   Xiaolan exhaled.

  It looks like they really managed to escape.

  "Why are we running?" Xiaolan raised his head disdainfully, "We are going to get rid of you."

  As soon as these words came out, the partners also straightened their backs and assumed a fighting posture.

  If he is the only one, there is no big problem, after all, I almost killed him last time.

  Wemblow furiously, the snow-white tip of the gun slid through the cold air and directly pierced Xiaolan's chest.

   Xiaolan turned a few somersaults, dodged from left to right, and the silver spear flew up and down following her movements, Xiaolan successfully moved the silver spear away from her partner.

"go with!"

A golden talisman was drawn from the hands of the master. The golden talisman was like a burning flame, suddenly sinking into the blue water circle that appeared in the void. After disappearing for a few seconds, the water circle appeared again next to Wemblow’s left face, the golden talisman Drilled out of it and rushed to Wemblow's face.

  Tao Chang borrowed Qin Yin’s ability to expand Fu Lu’s attack radius. Qin Yin developed a new skill and was extremely excited.

  Wemblow was startled by this insidious move and took a half step back. With a tilt of his head, the golden talisman rubbed against his left cheek and shot into the darkness behind him.

  Wemblow’s delicate face left a half-finger wound.

  "Hey, it's a pity," Qin Yin crouched his hips, "Dao Master, you can wipe some blood."

   "I wiped the blood," the Taoist chief retracted the golden talisman into the palm of his hand, "it seems that he is a living person."

  The attack of the silver spear also became flustered. Xiaolan took advantage of this effort to reach out and grab the handle of the spear. The tip of the spear was lightly picked and fled.

  However, seeing Wemblow in this state, Xiaolan was relieved a lot.

  He is still that good.

  Fortunately, he did not evolve the abnormal ability of the golden bell like Meng Fuling.

  The silver gun twisted half a circle in the air, and went around Xiaolan’s neck.

  As insidious as your master.

   Xiaolan jumped up instantly, waved both hands, calling out the lock whip.

   "Spirit Unloading Detective!"

  The golden light immediately surrounded the silver spear that was piercing through the air.

   Xiaolan rubbed her hands.

  It’s a pretty good-looking gun, and it’s going to belong to me soon.

  Golden light slowed the silver gun for a few seconds.

  But it didn't stop.

  In a blink of an eye, the tip of the gun pierced the golden light ball and pierced Xiaolan's chest.

  "Xiaolan!" Qin Yin and Bai Su shouted at the same time.

  In panic, Xiaolan couldn't make any handsome moves, so she had to squat down quickly.

  The silver gun flew out from the top of the head.

  It flew away.

  Wemblow summoned the gun back to his hand.

  After all, he only has one gun, unless they are lined up like skewers waiting to be worn, otherwise Wemblow can only attack one person at a time.

  As if seeing through Xiaolan’s thoughts, Wemblow smiled and shook his head, "Do you think I only have a gun?"

   Xiaolan was stunned.

Is not it?

"Do you know how the former Captain of the First Battle I killed by me died?" Wemblow squatted down on one knee, propped his left knee, with a mocking expression on his face, "I thought you weren't worth seeing. Now it seems that you are very lucky..."

   Wemblow said, waving his arms violently.

   "Because soon, you will also die in that way."

  In the void behind Wemblow, countless gray air masses slowly emerged.

  The air mass is formed little by little.

  Finally, the translucent air mass actually condensed like a gecko, and the white thing wandered around in the air. Every white gecko seemed to hold something dark in its mouth.

"The glory of the Wemblow family," Wemblow raised his arms, with an exuberant expression. "It does not lie in those vain names, but in the wealth that every soul who died under Wemblow, Wemblow, will always be The most noble family name!"

   Xiaolan frowned.

  It seems something is weird.

  "Cover your nose!" Baomu suddenly yelled, "Poisonous! This smell is poisonous!"

Xiaolan immediately covered her nose and mouth, and saw that the black thing in the mouth of a white gecko at the upper right of Wemblow was bitten into two pieces by it, and red powder emerged from it. The white gecko shook twice, and the color became lighter and lighter. After a while, he disappeared with the wreckage of the black thing.

  But the red powder is still there, and it is drifting towards them.

  Baomu should smell that smell.

"This... I think about it," Wemblow lifted his chin and made a reminiscence expression, "It seems to be the daughter of the old witch, she's pretty pretty, I prefer to study these powders, when I die... hey, It's ugly to die."

  In February and March, I tore a few pieces of cloth and distributed them to everyone, and everyone covered their noses.

  They are almost out of clothing.

   Whoosh!

  A ball of fire fell from the air and exploded beside them.

   Another group.

  The fire ball comes from another gecko pinned in the hands of Wemblow.

   "This, you should be familiar with it," Wemblow looked at the gecko in his hand, then smiled at them, "This is Hiso, to be precise, His father's proudest flame stamp in his lifetime."

  Flame.

   Hisoso.

  Wemblow.

   "You really lighted the fire!" Xiaolan stared at him gritted teeth, "and planted it on that person!"

"How old I am," Wemblow touched the wound on his face, and his expression became impatient. "The Wemblow you see is my father. I said, this is not my own glory, this Glory belongs to Wemblow!"

  He stood up abruptly.

  The gecko stopped roaming.

   "Although they are all weak and failed, it should be your pride to die under the most cherished weapon in so many people's lives. Remember, this pride is given to you by Wemblow!"

  The last word came out of his throat.

  The gecko began to change color.

  Countless weapons, like a pouring rain, pounced on their heads.

  (End of this chapter)