He took a deep breath, ignoring the severe pain in his chest, and mobilized all the last Bloodline Power in his body.
All the increases were compressed to the extreme at this moment, converging on his right fist.
The golden scales were so bright that they seemed to be like a lamp. He clenched his fists, and there were faint dragon patterns flowing on the fists.
Blood Soul Fusion Tech·Golden Dragon Fist!
Punch out!
The golden fist was like a roaring golden dragon, facing the huge black resentful spirit.
"Boom--"
Golden Light collided with the black fog, erupting with a deafening roar. The entire carriage was shaking violently, and the packages on the luggage rack fell one after another.
The dazzling light made everyone subconsciously close their eyes.
The resentful spirit let out a shrill wail in Golden Light, and its body was shattered inch by inch, like a broken mirror. Countless black fragments scattered in all directions, turning into black smoke and dissipating in the air.
Tang Wulin's body was also blown away by the huge impact. Like a kite with its string broken, it slammed into the wall of the carriage and slid heavily to the ground.
"Pfft--" He spat out a large mouthful of blood, staining the floor in front of him red. Fine cracks appeared on the golden scales on his right arm, and some of them even peeled off, revealing the bloody skin underneath.
The eyes of the strong man in black were wide open, and he made a "ho ho" sound in his throat. When the black resentful spirit was shattered, the powerful impact caused him to be severely injured. He was bleeding from all his orifices, and black blood oozed from his eyes, nose, ears, and corners of his mouth.
He slowly fell down, making a dull sound, and never moved again.
The thin man in black also collapsed on the ground, gasping for air, his face as pale as paper. His Soul Power was completely exhausted due to resistance to the shock wave, and he no longer had the strength to raise his hand.
The carriage was extremely quiet, with only the crackling of the flames and heavy breathing.
Tang Wulin struggled to raise his head and looked at the man in black who was still standing.
His vision was a little blurry, but he could still see the man - he was still standing.
"You..."
The leading man in black was bleeding from the corners of his mouth and his chest was heaving violently, but his legs were firmly planted on the ground and he did not fall.
He looked at Tang Wulin with mixed eyes - shock, unwillingness, anger, and a trace of fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit.
Then, he suddenly laughed, very happy and crazy.
"Baby, do you think you won? Do you think you won just because you broke my Martial Soul? Hahahaha!"
Tang Wulin's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill rose up his spine.
There were too many things in that man's smile that he didn't understand.
The man in black looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter echoing in the closed carriage, harsh and disturbing.
His laughter became louder and louder, becoming more and more crazy, as if he wanted to vent all his fear and unwillingness.
"We have been prepared for a long time! Each of us has a special soul guidance device implanted in our body, which is directly connected to the soul guidance bombs scattered throughout Soul Guidance Train! Once we all die, those bombs will detonate!"
His eyes were filled with crazy bloodshot eyes, their sockets were red, and they seemed to pop out of their sockets.
"It doesn't matter if you didn't get Power Core, it doesn't matter if you didn't put the bomb there, these soul bombs are enough to detonate it! Jie Jie Jie -"
"When the soul guides Power Core explode together, the entire train will be blown to pieces! The tunnel will also collapse! All the more than 500 lives on the train will be buried with us!"
Tang Wulin's face was slapped hard, and his face turned pale.
The man in black continued to laugh, laughing so hard that he was out of breath and bent over.
"Holy Spirit Cult will declare its return with the blood of more than five hundred lives! You will all die--"
He didn't finish what he said.
Deep in the body of the sturdy man in black, a dull buzzing suddenly came, as if something had been triggered.
The sound was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart. Immediately afterwards, a series of buzzing sounds came from the body of the thin man in black and from the body of the leading man in black, one after another, like the countdown of death.
Tang Wulin's eyes suddenly widened.
Then, an explosion sounded from deep inside the train.
"Boom--"
The first explosion seemed to come from the direction of Power Core.
The fire instantly illuminated the entire carriage, and Lie Yan swept from the middle of the train. The glass was shattered, the metal was twisted, and the seats were flying.
Then came the second and third blasts - continuous explosions, coming from different directions, as if the entire train was being Tear.
Tang Wulin Everything in front of my eyes is collapsing.
He had no time to react.
The shock wave of the explosion was like a virtual tsunami, sweeping from the middle of the train.
He felt as if his body was grabbed by an invisible giant hand and then violently thrown away.
The severe pain of broken ribs, the Tear of the wound on his right leg, the burning pain of being slashed by the light blade on the back - all the pain was amplified countless times at this moment, only to be swallowed up by an even more intense impact the next moment.
He bumped into someone.
It was Mo Lan. She was huddled behind the seat in the corner, holding her head in her hands, trying her best to protect her vitals.
But Tang Wulin was flying so fast and the impact was so great that she, an ordinary person, had no time to dodge.
The two collided together and crashed through the wall of the train together.
The metal siding was Tear ed like paper, with pieces scattered everywhere.
Afterwards, the two fell to the ground in the tunnel.
The hard rocky ground caused Tang Wulin's back to suffer another heavy blow, and the sound of broken bones echoed in the chest.
Mo Lan groaned, pressed on Tang Wulin, and lost consciousness.
The blood of the two people mixed together and spread in the darkness.
Tang Wulin's eyes were completely dark.
The sound of explosions in my ears became distant and vague, as if separated by a thick wall.
He felt like he was sinking into a bottomless abyss, and his consciousness was passing rapidly.
Soon, Tang Wulin completely lost consciousness.
The explosions continue.
Continuous roars came from all directions of the train.
Soul guide Power Core finally couldn't withstand the impact of the chain explosion, let out a piercing cry, and then exploded.
The blue arc of electricity and the red flame intertwined, tearing the entire power carriage into pieces.
The train started to break apart.
The hooks connecting the carriages collapsed in the explosion, and the carriages rolled, collided, and scattered in the tunnel like torn bead chains.
Seats, luggage racks, human bodies, everything was reduced to ashes in the flames.
The rocks at the top of the tunnel began to loosen. At first, they were just small gravels, falling rustlingly, like rain.
Then the cracks spread, one, two, ten, a hundred - like a spider web, spreading rapidly at the top of the tunnel.
Large chunks of rock began to fall.
The first piece hit the wreckage of the train, making a dull noise and throwing up a cloud of dust.
The second, the third - more and more rocks are coming off the top, hitting the ground, hitting the train, hitting everything that's still burning.
The tunnel is collapsing.
Rocks, soil, and gravel are mixed together, pouring down from the top of the tunnel like an unstoppable torrent.
The train wreckage was buried piece by piece, and the rails were twisted, broken, and covered. The fire gradually extinguished under the weight of the rocks, and the thick smoke squeezed out from the gaps, and was pressed back by more rocks.
The whole tunnel was shaking.
A low roar came from inside the mountain, as if some ancient behemoth was awakened from its deep sleep.
Cracks spread from the top of the tunnel to all sides, all the way to the surface of the mountain. Trees on the ground began to tilt, rocks cracked, and dust flew into the air.
Then there was only silent darkness.
When the last rock fell, the tunnel was completely sealed.
The train, the passengers, the man in black, Tang Wulin and Mo Lan - everything was buried under rocks tens of meters deep.
There was no light, no sound, just deathly silence.
Suddenly, a ray of light flashed from an inconspicuous hiding place.
The light was very faint, so faint that it was almost invisible, but it was extremely clear in the darkness.
The golden Trident pattern flashed away, as if something had been triggered, and then quickly fell silent.
At the same time, another golden and green light appeared almost at the same time. The two were intertwined, like two Entanglement snakes, jumping lightly for a few times, and then slowly extinguished.