After the broadcast of this news that was neither salty nor bland and had nothing to do with us, the interrupted people were just about to continue beating up Sheng Yuniao, but suddenly the situation suddenly changed.
As the wind suddenly rose, large tracts of lead-like dark clouds gathered from all directions, covering the night sky in an instant.
Because the clouds were so thick, the sky seemed to be lowered a lot, as if it was about to fall down at any time.
In the clouds, whip-like lightning flashed and exploded, accompanied by muffled thunder like war drums.
The end-of-the-world scene instantly caused both the enemy and us to lose interest in continuing to fight, and both raised their heads to watch.
Even the two scourges in the brutal fight stopped.
"Fuck, fuck, what's going on? Who among us is going to survive the disaster?"
"No way, Master Ba is not here..."
Compared with Mr. Chen who is obsessed with "thinking about" Mr. Chang Ba, the physical Taoist priest Liao Ping is more knowledgeable.
"Chen, Boss Chen, it doesn't look like someone is going through a catastrophe, it looks like the weather in South Korea is coming!"
Although he has great intentions for disasters, he also knows what natural disasters mean to the people!
Hearing this, he was immediately shocked: "What the hell? Are you saying it's going to rain heavily and flood here too?!"
"That won't work...let's stop fighting first and let's find a way to get the clouds away together!"
"You can still get it back to the stick... If it doesn't work, you can get it to the Japanese!"
Tigers follow the wind and dragons follow the clouds, so Yinglong and Ba Mininger know the most about this changing situation.
After hearing the words of the disaster, the two women slowly shook their heads.
"Uncle (women in ancient times called their husband's younger brother uncle), this situation is a celestial phenomenon...or a natural phenomenon that can only be caused by great practitioners."
"Although we are all practicing, there is nothing we can do...unless Song Lao takes action personally, otherwise...hey!"
When Yinglong mentioned the tree god, Chen's expression suddenly froze:
Yes, I haven’t seen Grandpa Shu for a long time. He is still beating up two coffins with Uncle Zhang, right?
I don’t know when we can come back for reunion...
Unlike Xiaoyuan who worries about the country and the people, Sheng Yuniao doesn't care about the life and death of the people of China.
In her heart, only herself and her lord are the most important.
As for the rest of the creatures...even if they were all dead, Shengyu Bird wouldn't even look at them twice.
With this thought in mind, the Shengyu Bird ignored any natural or man-made disasters and flew toward Chen with a ferocious smile and fluttering wings.
The reason why they attacked this guy was not because he looked wretched, but because when Hua Jiunan was not around, everyone vaguely thought of him as the leader.
Sheng Yuniao certainly understands the principle of "capture the thief first".
The special training was obviously very effective: Chen already noticed the moment Shengyu Bird moved.
Seeing this, without saying a word, he hid behind his body with a whoosh: "Second brother, hurry up and cover us, the ugly old lady is coming to kill you!"
The corpse didn't give in. After hearing the words, he immediately turned around and walked around behind the soul without saying a word, revealing the bewildered scourge himself...
"F-fuck!!"
Just when the knife-like fleshy wings of the Shengyu Bird were about to slice across the disaster's neck, a bolt of lightning as thick as an adult's thigh suddenly fell.
With a loud bang, it hit Shengyu Bird hard, and the smell of meat immediately hit his nostrils.
Shengyu Bird screamed, like an airplane hit by a cannonball, and fell to the ground with a bang.
"Who? Who dares to sneak attack on me!"
After the incompetent roar of Shengyu Bird, a majestic voice sounded from the clouds.
"Sneak attack? Shengyu, you are not worthy of my commander's sneak attack!"
After saying that, the dark clouds immediately split open, and a group of golden-armored warriors slowly walked out.
Those are real golden warriors. Even the heavenly soldiers and generals are like gold-plated...copper-plated compared to them!
