Snake Sanqing swaggered with Molin and went straight to the demon temple. Molin wanted to take a closer look at the city, but the roadside was surrounded by watching monsters and could see their ugly faces.
When he came to the door of the demon temple, Snake Sanqing put Molin on the respectful avenue, "It belongs to Snake Sanqing to bring Molin back without disgrace."
After a moment of silence, a voice came out, "Let him in."
Snake Sanqing turned back and rubbed Mo Lin’s body for a few times. The demon spirit that had been tied to him finally came loose and returned to snake Sanqing’s hand. Mo Lin moved his hands and feet and found that the broken bones had healed. He was able to walk smoothly and freely.
Before admiring the magical effect of jade ointment, Snake Sanqing whispered, "The demon king has summoned you, so be honest."
Said and pushed the demon temple door motioned ink Lin in.
Now it is impossible for Molin to escape. Now that he has come to the demon temple, he will meet the famous demon king, the snake, and give him a good scolding even if he is bound to die less.
Molin entered the demon temple with such lofty sentiments.
The huge hall can accommodate twenty mammoths. At the entrance of Molin, I feel smaller than his feet. It is a golden passage. At the end of the passage, there is a high platform, which is a splendid throne.
On the throne sits a monster with a huge head and a snake body, which is more than three times the size of a snake.
The face of the serpent is a middle-aged man with a pale face as paper. The scales of the throne of the giant serpent reflect the dark light. It looks luxurious in a black brocade robe with a gold pattern on it.
"Are you the Nine Serpents of the Demon King?" Ink Lin looked at the serpent heart but not afraid but curious.
"Exactly." The big Shekou Road has a deep voice, as if it came from the nether world.
"I’m the one you’re looking for." Molin raised his head and looked the snake in the eyes. He knew that he was no match for the snake. It was as simple as crushing an ant to kill him.
But as a craftsman in Mohist Village, Mo Lin will never bow his head, even if he dies, he will hold his head high and his chest upright like an indomitable spirit who will never die immediately.
Snake nine you let out a faint sigh. "You are wrong. You are not Molin."
Molin retorted, "Don’t I know who I am?"
Snake nine you nodded. "You really don’t know who you are, but I know who you are."
The snake’s nine whispers are like tongue twisters, which makes Mo Lin feel puzzled, but he prefers to believe that it is the other side’s mystery.
"Don’t play charades, just say what you want to do." Before he came, Molin had planned that he would be an invincible, frightened, unyielding and well-known man. No matter how he lured and threatened a snake, he would never lose his integrity and bottom line.
"You must be wondering why I made such great efforts to bring you to the demon temple." Snake Nine asked you.
Mo Lin nodded his head. This doubt has been bothering him. When he thought of his companions who died in the swamp and the civilians who were killed by monster beasts, Mo Lin’s heart was entangled. When he learned that the monster beasts were aiming at themselves, his mood was always suppressed and he could not release it.
"I’d rather fight against the seven great families at all costs because you are an old friend of mine. You are a person who can lead the monsters out of the everglades and reproduce the ancient glory." The snake’s eyes are full of evil spirits.
Molin thinks it’s ridiculous that he’s not a white snake. How can you value yourself so much as a little-known craftsman?
Although I often fantasize that I can become a great hero one day, the scene in front of me is really ridiculous, and I can’t accept the situation frankly. From the snake’s nine words, Mo Lin heard the meaning of wooing.
"I’m a Mohist craftsman, and I won’t be a scum of mankind." Molin rebuffed Snake Jiuyou.
"You are not a Mohist craftsman. You are the reincarnation of the Red Dragon, the lich King!" Snake nine you keep a close eye on Mo Lin’s eyes, which reveal breathtaking power. Its sound is exciting and reverberates in the demon temple, causing waves of echoes.
I don’t know why you’re interested in a small craftsman like me. I’m a nobody. I don’t think the demon king has made such great efforts.
"Don’t you believe it?" The snake nine you twisted and came to Molin’s side, and its tall body gave people a great sense of oppression.
Molin shook his head. Of course he wouldn’t believe this nonsense. Red Dragon reincarnation? Even a three-year-old wouldn’t believe it.
"Then I’ll prove it to you." Snake Nine You said the palm of your hand, one by one, and there was a black need from the palm of your hand, and it went straight around Mo Lin’s body, and his clothes immediately shattered.
Ink Lin instantly became covered in * * He glared at the snake and said, "Kill if you want, don’t try to humiliate me."
"I want to prove to you that you are a red dragon." With the snake’s nine deep and remote words, that group of evil spirits was tightly tied together and got into Molin’s mouth.
Ink Lin was taken aback and felt a chill rush into the body from his throat and immediately spread to the body with a few subtle cold currents.
"It must be poison gas!" Mo Lin kept his mouth shut, but the cold has poured into his body.
"Die, die." Molin was bent on suddenly lighting up the psionic ascension point in the root chakra and pouncing on the snake. He made it the most aggressive trick in the mongoose attack, "Mongoose bite."
According to Zhu Pingman, this move was born out of the dying struggle of mongoose when fighting with the enemy. If the last blow is properly handled, it can defeat the enemy who is stronger than itself, but the disadvantage is also very serious. It is a mutually assured destruction move to attack again without defense
Snake nine you didn’t avoid it, but looked at Mo Lin with an evil smile, as if he didn’t take his attack seriously.
Sure enough, Mo Lin rushed to the middle of the body, and it seemed that when he was soaked in ice water, the cold brought severe pain to his heart.
Molin snorted and staggered to a halt. Although he clenched his teeth and tried to stand up, his body was so cold that his hands and feet were numb.
At this time, the snake nine deep and remote shot its hand slightly, and a black gas shot out right in the middle of Mo Lin’s forehead.
"Just don’t worry about the horse." The snake’s black spirit is to control Mo Lin’s body and didn’t hurt him
