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Chapter 12 The Source Path

Thick plasma was spewed out, and the corpse ghost's turbid eyes widened, and he roared and rushed over. The vocal cords had long deteriorated, their throats were cut open, and the hissing sound was like a broken bellows.

It was angry.

Bai Jing felt its emotions.

Sorry, I shouldn't have broken your buttons.

The sword light rolled back, and with a squeak, the head soared into the sky, the body fell to the ground, and the limbs twisted wildly and climbed forward, digging deep grooves into the dry and hard land on the hillside.

The destiny swallowed again, and the source energy poured into the body.

Bai Jing took a few steps back and shook off the dirty blood on the tip of the knife. No matter how you look at these corpse ghosts, they don’t look like they have a low intelligence. He believes that their brains have grown into the spine.

This is obviously an ambush circle, and those silver musk foxes may also be bait.

How is this possible?

After the light of his eyes, the brothers Park Yoon and Park Hog were both trying their best to move toward this side. The corpse ghosts rushed up and stopped them, and the gunshots began to grow.

The abilities of these corpse ghosts are probably equivalent to those of ordinary source warriors, but Bai Jing knew that the strength of corpse ghosts is related to their own evolution and their status during their lifetime. According to the information that has been around, there are also many existences similar to the mayfly and flash scale level among them.

He chopped over two zombies rushing over, kicked one of them back and folded their heads, and then pressed them to the back of their necks, then stepped towards the other one, and felt a strong throbbing, and the cold air rushed from his back to the top of his head.

Um?

The body was then broken, as if it was suddenly broken by a huge force, facing the sky, holding the ground tightly with both feet, and bent her knees like an iron hook.

Iron-ban Bridge.

The air was torn apart, and a bitter air flow passed by the face, and his eyes were painful.

The explosion sounded behind the back, and gravel splashed everywhere, which was the movement of the large-caliber weapon.

Bai Jing rolled to the ground, grabbed the struggling corpse ghoul, pinched its cheeks, removed its chin, stepped back with his feet and rolled sideways behind a large rock protruding from the ground.

I have no time to take care of swallowing it, anyway, it will activate itself, and the source energy will be sucked in a steady stream.

"puff!"

While pushing the ghoul out, a big hole broke into its chest, and countless pieces of flesh and blood spurted out from behind, falling heavily to the ground, and its mouth was still opening and closing.

Sniper rifle.

Bai Jing took a breath of cold air.

Park Huo holds a rifle and shoots calmly. As long as he is calm enough, he can basically achieve a headshot of a gun.

Until the dull gunfire sounded.

The sound of the sniper rifle sounded extremely harsh to an experienced hunter like him. He was stunned for a moment and flashed behind the nearest rock as fast as possible.

The bullet whistled past and shot on the rock next to it, stirring up a piece of smoke and dust.

The second shot kept hitting the rocks at all. The rocks stopped the huge kinetic energy of the bullets. He could feel the strong vibration, which made him feel the illusion of being penetrated.

After calming down his breath, he turned his head to look over. The young man named Bai Jing was poking his head out from behind the rock that was covering his cover.

There was almost no search process, and Bai Jing saw a figure standing on a mountain ridge two hundred meters away at a glance.

Without taking a lying position, she stood on the ridge like this, with a black tights and knee pads of the same color. Perhaps for the sake of convenience, there was a narrow crack on the outside of the tights' legs, revealing cold white skin, and her snow-white thighs were faintly visible. The sniper rifle in her hand moved from the direction of Park Huo immediately.

Bai Jing instantly retracted his head, with long silver-gray fluttering hair remaining in his eyes, intertwined with dull gunshots, gravels flew up above his head, and bullets flew past.

Bai Jing felt his ears buzzing.

A woman can't see her appearance clearly and looks like a ghoul.

The sound of the sniper rifle seemed to make the group of ghouls excited. They rushed forward faster and their throats made hissing roars.

Could it be that she was controlling the corpse ghost group? The more Bai Jing thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

After two breaths, the gunshots rang out again, this time pointing to the other side, and the sound of Park Yoon firing came to an abrupt end.

"Park Yoon?" Park Huo's heart tightened and he shouted loudly.

No response.

The air suddenly stagnated, and the surroundings became quiet. A sound came from a distance, as if chanting something, from far to near, just like it was already in the ear in a few seconds. The electronic synthesized sound mechanically repeated, vibrating the eardrum.

Like millions of people who praise each other, they are uniform and uniform, with a strange rhythm.

Bai Jing lowered his head and listened, and a strange color lit up in his eyes.

The voice chanted: The Three Descendants and Transformations, saves countless people, and the Supreme Taiyi Saves the Heavenly Lord of Suffering...

The air waves burst out, and as the sound spreads around, making a sudden sound, continuous, and after a moment, it returns to silence.

Bai Jing stood up.

A bunch of corpses laying on the ground, forming an irregular circle. A man was standing in the center of the circle. His legs were very long in his light tactical boots. He was stretching out his slender fingers and pressing the strange amplification device behind him.

The wide sweatshirt looks like a short Taoist robe, with a gossip picture embroidered behind it, the hair bun looks like a short ponytail, and a piece of white on the neck is exposed. I look up at the distance.

The figure on the ridge was hanging with the muzzle, tilted his head to look here, and the two of them looked at each other from the air.

In Bai Jing's mental perception, dark clouds were forming, lightning condensed, and violent thunder crawled along the invisible line of sight, releasing a magnificent power, at most.

The intersection of two people's sights.

Air stagnation.

Bai Jing felt a powerful aura from these two women.

Suddenly, the illusion disappeared, and there was no sky above the ridge, as if no one had ever appeared.

The loudspeaker turned around, and the silver-gray mask covered most of the face, only a pair of eyes exposed, and a word embroidered on his left chest, flying dragons and phoenixes dancing.

The word "mechanical".

Source channel.

This is the only Taoist organization in the world that originated in Zhongzhou.

We take it as our mission to save the wasteland and the morality as the "lifeline of heaven", and have extremely powerful "purification" capabilities.

From this point of view, everyone has a certain degree of respect for the source machine.

After all, corpse ghosts are the greatest threat to humanity.

"Sorry, you have fallen into the trap of aphrodisiac." The voice came from behind the mask, warm and powerful, "Leave here as soon as possible, the desert is not safe now."

Park Huo stood behind the stone, his body stiffened, stood there for a moment, lowered his head and bowed, and ran towards Park Yoon.

The eyes of the opposite side swept over, and Bai Jing subconsciously withdrew his spiritual exploration.

"Are you from Zhongzhou? Where did you come from?" The eyes were so bright after the eyes, as bright as the morning star.

"Yingzhou." Bai Jing scratched his head, "Fairy...?"

The body opposite broke out and interrupted him: "Go back to Yingzhou."

She looked in a certain direction in the distance and turned her eyes back: "Don't go there."

My body jumped up in the air and fell into the canyon. After a few jumps, the wide sweater and Taoist robe disappeared in the distance.

Bai Jing looked at her and said that direction, and estimated it in his mind that it was the direction of the abandoned factory.
Chapter completed!
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