The monstrous flames deeply shocked everyone's eyes, and everyone's eyes were filled with blazing flames!
Gudong! Someone drooled and murmured with shock: "Chief of General Staff...is this the strength of the Chief of General Staff?"
The holy white wings spread out from behind, carrying blazing flames, standing high in the sky, burning the gray sun above their heads. This scene is so shocking!
Not far away, the temporary headquarters.
Mr. Wang reacted and realized that this would be a great opportunity to boost the morale of the country.
"Quick! Link to the optical propagation base station!"
"Spread Qin Jue's battle scenes throughout the country!"
Mr. Wang's eyes were hot: "Let everyone in the country see that in this extremely sick world of Daxia, we also have our own God of War!"
The people around were shocked and immediately started operations.
Soon, as the light propagation base station projected the picture to all parts of the country, the whole of Great Xia was boiling!
"Is this the Chief of General Staff! So fierce! So fierce! Hahaha, this is the Chief of General Staff of Qin Jue that I believe in!"
Beside the ruins, there were tough men looking up to the sky and laughing wildly.
"Brother, I will try my best to follow in your footsteps!"
Next to the men, there was a mountain of corpses piled up due to starvation. On the mountain of corpses, a boy wearing a gray hoodie, with his head buried in the gray hoodie, slowly raised his head, holding a blood-stained blade in one hand, and a pair of indifferent eyes. It was bright, but a bitter smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"But brother, you are a person of faith that everyone is looking for. How can you still remember the child you casually saved?"
The men's voices came: "Deng Ya, you have killed all the starving ghosts in this area, what are you going to do to us old uncles?"
The boy in the gray sweatshirt stood up, picked up the blade, and walked towards the Jinbi Nightclub not far away.
"Hey! Don't go there, there's a level 3 trap there, and hundreds of people have already died there!"
The men shouted in panic.
The boy in the gray sweatshirt waved his hands, and his figure gradually disappeared.
"Oh, that boy Deng Yan is the most powerful in our area. His strength is terrifying at such a young age. He must be too young."
"Forget it, just follow up. Just cover that kid and pull him out."
The men got up helplessly and walked towards Jinbi Nightclub.
But suddenly, the huge clubhouse erupted with a loud roar, like a building load-bearing beam being broken.
The next second, a huge bloody corpse smashed through the wall and flew out like a cannonball.
It fell heavily to the ground, dust and mist rose everywhere, and the smell of blood was pungent.
Then, the figure of the boy in the gray sweatshirt slowly appeared in the dust and mist deep in the club. The blood-stained blade had already been filled with new blood.
"Gudong!"
The men swallowed and looked at the boy in the gray sweatshirt in disbelief. Some even had their pupils trembling violently!
"It's true!" A tough man touched the huge dead bloody body, his eyes were shocked for a moment, and he looked at the boy in the gray sweatshirt: "This is the big three-level trickster entrenched in Jinbi Nightclub!"
"Deng Ya, how on earth did you do it!"
"Deng Ya, you are only fifteen years old!"
"Oh my god, he is really a genius."
"666, Deng Yajue is amazing, how did you do it?"
All the tough men were shocked.
The boy in the gray sweatshirt silently walked out of the damaged wall of the club, flicked the blood off the blade, raised his eyelids slightly, squinted and said with a slight smile: "If you keep standing still, how can you live in this terminally ill world? .”
He put away the blade and walked towards the place where more strange things were entrenched. His eyes became tougher and more indifferent.
"The weakest level three conspirator is not even as good as the Corpse King killed by the Chief of General Staff."
"Kill it with one sword."
Watching the back of the boy in gray sweatshirt walking further and further away.
A blood-colored single-edged sword hung on the waist, gently shaking.
The tough men swallowed their saliva.
Jiang Cheng has become a super pervert again.
…
Snowy plateau.
Countless people from the snowy land knelt in front of the huge temple.
Densely packed, like endless black stagnant water.
In the temple, mysterious and unpredictable light green light constantly emerges, and from time to time it suddenly shoots into the sky, piercing the clouds and shooting into the distant starry sky.
At the same time, there are ancient sounds similar to Sanskrit sounds, faintly coming from the temple, echoing on the roof of the snowy world, shaking the eardrums of the people in the snowy area.
Everyone's eyes are empty and distracted.
But on a nearby mountain peak that wasn’t too far away, on a cliff, arrogant laughter kept ringing out.
"Hahaha, it's so ridiculous, stupid snowy land, dirty prophet."
A man with disheveled hair, wearing a tattered red robe, leaned against a cliff, raised his stubble-covered chin, picked up a yak-hide wine pot, and poured a hearty drink of strong wine.
The strong drink went into his throat, and the vicissitudes of life made the man squint and smile. His messy hair on his forehead was rolled up by the cold wind, revealing a face with a scar across it.
"It's so funny hahaha."
"Hahaha, if you worship the prophet, can you get eternal life?"
"The weird way of killing people is actually so fresh and refined, hahaha."
People kneeling on the roof of the world.
A constant echo of Sanskrit sounds.
In the eyes of the man in red robe, it seemed more and more ridiculous.
As he watched, the man in red robe staggered up, and there seemed to be a thick, dark knife hanging on his waist. It was the cattle-slaughtering knife that people in the snowy region loved to use.
"It seems we can't stay in this snowy land any longer."
"In this world, I, the butcher, have no family."
Shaking his head, the drunken man in red robe staggered, his hands and feet seemed to be out of control, but he climbed up the cliff neatly.
"I have no home."
"I have no home."
The man in red robe was staggering on the cliff, laughing wildly and drinking strong wine.
Suddenly, in front of him, the void shook, virtual prisms surged, and then a huge existence stood tall in front of him.
The gears rotated, sounds rang out, and a pair of ancient eyes projected the appearance of the man in red robes.
"Worship the prophet and you will have eternal life..."
The man in red robe stopped, raised his head slightly, grinned and cursed: "You idiot, you don't need to come here to wash my brain yourself, do you?"
At that second, the dark butcher's knife was suddenly drawn out.
…
Donghai City.
The cheers were deafening and resounded throughout the world.
Countless eyes stared feverishly at the winged figure.
It seems that the raging flames will be firmly engraved in my mind.
tread!
Inside the bronze mirror space.
Ikawa's eyes widened, even though he had no eyes.
"Isn't it? There are even those birds in the Alps? How much power does he still have that has not been exposed?"
"Doesn't that mean that the longer I stay here, the more he will widen the gap in strength?"
Bronze Tai Chi tripod space.
The giant red fish finally looked at the wings behind Qin Jue silently. Although it was silent, there was still a faint fear flashing through the depths of the huge fish's eyes.
Are the ingredients of this fire so complicated?
