Chapter 160: Dark Clock 3 (Thanks for the support of the Lost Dance Leader)

Holding the idea of ​​the target, Lin Sheng played the harp, returned home, explained to his parents and sister, and hurriedly slept into the dream.
The goal he set was the thousand-armed face at the bottom of the pool.
If this monster did not have the axe of the magical soldier, he would be rude.
He tested several times midnight last night. Without the use of the axe of the magic soldier, he turned on the half dragon, turned on the burning of the Holy Blood, and at the same time operated the Holy Power blessing.
Then he sprinted with all his strength. With one blow, he could only fly one arm of a thousand-arm face and leave a little broken skin on it.
With his self-proclaimed full-out burst, his lethality should have reached the level of the black feather city. But that's it, it can only leave a little broken skin on the arm.
Therefore, killing the thousand-arm face and making it a summoning object became Lin Sheng's biggest goal at this time.
Lying on his back on the bed, he closed his eyes slightly and instructed the two dungeon soldiers to patrol near the house by himself, and immediately solved the danger.
Then he sinks his heart, slowly puts his consciousness in his heart, and puts him in a state of inexplicable ambiguity and chaos.
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da ...
The shattered second hand sound came again soon.
Not long after this, Lin Sheng immediately became aware of it.
call!
He opened his eyes. I was standing in the gap between the stone hall and the pool.
The air was gray and surrounded by dark, green channel walls. In front of it is the shattered hole in the stone hall with dazzling green light.
There are two arms behind him slowly creeping on the ground.
Lin Sheng said nothing, rushed straight into the stone hall, covered with the power of the Holy Spirit, covered the body surface, then skillfully withdrew the double-edged giant axe from the stone statue, turned and rushed towards the pool.
He was already familiar with this routine, and it took less than five seconds from beginning to end.
Dozens of exercises last night made him comfortable with this routine.
Huh!
Soon a muffled noise came from the pool.
Thousand-arm faces floating on the pond were only the size of a bathtub, but they still couldn't escape it, and they were severely chopped by the axe.
"No ...!" Qian Arm shouted in pain.
He seemed to repeat only a few words. Obviously it is a delirium and a loss of nature.
Huh!
A white light flew into the stone hall and returned to the statue, turning into a double-edged giant axe.
Then Lin Sheng rushed in again, grabbed the axe from the stone statue, and turned and rushed out.
Repeat this way.
after an hour....
Oh! !! !!
After a painful and unwilling growl.
The whole dungeon began to shake violently.
Lin Sheng stood by the pool and smashed the axe into it for the last time.
Then he watched the thousand-arm face in the pool be hit hard, and howled in pain.
At this time, the face of the thousand-arm arm was almost as big as that of a normal person. But still couldn't escape the shock of Lin Sheng.
Its entire face, from left to right, was cut diagonally with a large green wound.
Large swaths of mist rushed out of the wound, accompanied by hot high temperatures.
Oh! !! !!
Thousand-arm face screamed again.
The dungeon was shaking, shaking, and large swaths of rubble fell from his head. Cracks appeared quickly around the walls.
The ground gradually cracked, and dark, deep cracks appeared.
Only Shi Dian, still as stable as Mount Tai, remained motionless. As if everything happened outside of it has nothing to do with it.
Lin Sheng stepped back and forth, and finally there was no place to stand. There were cracks everywhere. He could only retreat into the stone hall in one breath, standing quietly at the door, watching the changes outside.
Soon, the shaking outside stopped gradually.
The pool was also filled with various large and small stones, and the green liquid leaked a lot along the cracks around it.
In the middle of the pond, the face of the thousand-armed arm has completely taken shape.
It was a white-haired old man with a thin body, like a mummy, wearing a dark yellow mage robe.
The old man held a long wooden staff with his eyes closed, and it seemed that his appearance was not much different from the average old man.
But Lin Sheng took a closer look and found out that the old man's mouth was stitched by a needle thread.
And he has only one arm, which is engraved with dense pale golden grain symbols.
Because these symbols are similar in color to their mage's robes, they are really hard to distinguish at one and a half.
The old man slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of cloudy and blank yellow pupils.
He seemed to want to say something, but his mouth was sewn and he couldn't open it.
Soon, the old man's entire body quickly dissolved and evaporated, turning into a trace of black smoke and black gas. All black gas quickly condensed into a thick black line, and rushed towards Lin Sheng.
"Come!" Lin Sheng was ready.
Since these thousand-arm faces have been worn away, the step of absorbing black lines must not fail!
He took a step forward and left the stone hall.
This is to prevent him from falling into a coma, losing his sense of mind, and unable to operate the Holy Power to cover his body. Then he was attacked by the stone statue in the stone hall.
Around the current pool, the vibration had stopped, but from time to time, there were open dark cracks.
Just pay attention to the location.
Lin Sheng quickly stepped into a stable corner and sat on the floor.
Huh!
The black line rushed into his chest fiercely at this moment.
With a bang, Lin Sheng felt as if his mind was being blown away by a thunder.
Countless groans whispered into his mind, countless twists, breaths, messages, touches ...
He felt his head was about to explode, and he lay on the ground, and his whole body began to twitch.
This time is different from other times.
completely different!
All the images that came in were dark, no color, no form. Nothing but black.
The whispers of voice were all chaotic, dense and dense like a hive, noisy, evil, painful, helpless, angry, crazy.
All negative emotions can be heard from these whispers.
In the dark, the only thing Lin Sheng can perceive is through the touch of his hands.
"Can you lend your hand?"
In the invisible shadow, a voice suddenly sounded.
Lin Sheng froze all over, and suddenly an indescribable cold was pouring from the bottom of his heart.
It was a feeling of extreme horror, unable to discern what emotions were.
His whole body shivered violently under this feeling.
In the dark, he seemed to see a lonely and terrifying soul, lonely and twisted, and gradually became creepy.
It was born with touch only, and still only with both hands. The rest of the body is deformed and has no nerves.
In order to explore more of the world around him, the soul has gradually become a monster.
He eagerly urged for help from others, harvesting a pair of arms from other people again and again.
Over time, his arms grew more and more, until one day he was found by an old man with a golden mask.
The old man came here with one of his arms. Came to this pool.
That's all for now.
Slowly lit in the darkness was a fuzzy white kid's face.
He was smiling at Lin Sheng.
vomit! !! !!
Lin Sheng stumbled forward and retched.
He was cold all over, and his body was jerking abnormally. Some nerves seem to be shrinking, and some nerves seem to be overdeveloped.
Both hands became extremely sensitive, and they could feel severe pain simply by pressing on the ground.
What shocked Lin Sheng the most was that he could feel that the soul fragments he got this time were almost the sum of all the souls he had absorbed before!
"Kadura ..." Lin Sheng retched, uttering a name that was inherently fearful.
"Your name is Kadula." He was confused, but the smiley face, the smiley face of the little boy, was deeply imprinted in his mind.
Khadola was the name given to the boy by the old man in the golden mask.
In Old Ryan, it means: sin.
Similarly, the syllable of the word is only one word different from the sacred rule in Guarén.