Then these sacred weapon holders began to move towards the surrounding areas. They caused unrest in the city, attracted modern armies, and even bound some of their own forces to fight with the army, seemingly to enhance combat experience.
They hunt all living things, including humans, to make the sacred weapons more vivid and powerful.
Saluelen was only a small country, with a total population equal to that of a city in a large country, but there were many other countries around it, all of which were massacred.
The holy weapon is like a killing disaster, spreading across this land with blood.
After Jiang Chen heard this, he raised his head and looked at the sky, took a deep look at the huge sun disk, and disappeared here in a flash.
Soon, in a seaside city, he found his target.
At this time, the rising sun has just risen above the sea level, and the orange-red light smudges the sea water, and is projected on the scattered red and white houses, which is as beautiful as a painting.
If you ignore the corpses scattered on the sea.
In the cafe, several young people were laughing and talking about how they would live a luxurious life after ruling the world. Some people were also sharing some of their own experiences and experiences in using extraordinary power, and they seemed to be full of optimism and enthusiasm.
But the waitresses whose clothes were torn next to them could not feel the positivity in this atmosphere. They just covered their bodies in despair.
There were also people with dull eyes, as if their souls had been taken away. Whenever several young people looked at them, they would tremble subconsciously and shout, don't kill me.
People in the entire city were dead, their hometown was massacred, and the murderer also used this place as a place for rest and entertainment, drinking coffee among the dead.
Jiang Chen's arrival attracted more than a dozen eyes.
A young man spoke in a small language: "Are you also the one chosen by the holy object?"
Seeing that he didn't understand, a person next to him spoke in Polar Bear Empire language: "Two gentlemen, are you also a person with extraordinary power?"
Jiang Chen looked at him without saying a word, his dark pupils like two abyss swallowing everything.
"Haha, don't be afraid. Since we have all entered the extraordinary world, we are all on the same journey. Ordinary people should succumb to our feet. How about joining us? Our boss is very powerful."
The other party seemed not to notice his indifference at all, and took the initiative to step forward, with a long plate-like porcelain white vessel floating in the air under his feet.
The other people also came over with friendly smiles.
Someone looked curious: "My friend, can you show me what your extraordinary power is?"
"Yeah, we've all shown each other that, and that's the basis of trust."
"..."
Jiang Chen obviously didn't say a word, but they seemed to have regarded him as their future partner, and their familiarity with him was a bit far-fetched.
And when he looked at these people who were vaguely surrounding him, a coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"My super powers? Okay."
In an instant, it became dark.
A group of young people were stunned for a moment, turned around and glanced around. When they saw the overwhelming armored soldiers, their expressions froze for a moment, and their pupils seemed like earthquakes.
Jiang Chen calmly glanced at everyone and spoke slowly.
"Fellow travelers, are you worthy?"
After the words fell, more than a dozen spears attacked, nailing all these people to the void. They did not die, but this was not a blessing, because the next moment, densely packed Yin evil soldiers surrounded them, slashing with swords and axes. , various cruel methods were used.
These people with supreme power will not die in a short time, but the endless pain from their wounds makes them look forward to death.
Jiang Chen made a call and asked the Saints' people to deal with the scene and rescue the survivors, and then left here.
Their large army is not in this seaside town.
Soon after, a fierce battle broke out in a modern and primitive city with a very good ecological environment and streets lined with grass and trees.
The slaughter here is in the middle of its course.
Ordinary people watched helplessly as the thermal weapons failed in front of those monster-like extraordinary beings, and the army suffered a disastrous defeat, and then they fell into despair.
Until a young man with a Kyushu face arrived, and the whole city was covered by a huge army of armored soldiers.
Everyone is even more desperate.
Unexpectedly, these seemingly more vicious existences are actually killing extraordinary people and protecting ordinary people.
In a short period of time, all the nearly invincible extraordinary beings were slaughtered, leaving only two people fighting against each other in the sky.
Jiang Chen stood aside and observed quietly.
As the third largest restricted area in the world, the strength of the Sanctuary is indeed extraordinary. Both the Silent Land and the Tomb of All Living Beings only have one great monk-level combat power, but they have two.
And what was somewhat beyond his expectation was that he had thought that such a powerful person who had grown up relying on a single artifact would be extremely weak. Unexpectedly, the opponent was very strong and frequently used strange methods, making it difficult for Jiang Xiaochen and the Soul Ancestor Commander to win in a short period of time.
"Burn the power of living beings to fight?" Jiang Chen slowly saw some clues, and his eyes became colder.
They are obviously a group of dead creatures, but they want to use living people as fuel. These so-called holy weapons really deserve to be killed!
"That's right." He thought of something and shouted: "Second brother, use the power of swallowing elephants to take away the vitality accumulated in them."
Hearing this, Jiang Xiaochen's temperament suddenly changed, becoming dark and unspeakable. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath. The expressions of the two extraordinary beings opposite him also changed. They roared angrily as they saw the power of life being taken away from the objects in their hands.
"Damn it! Stop it!"
"Despicable Kyushu people, I will kill you!"
The two of them acted desperately, using all their killing moves.
But at this moment, a jet of black-gold light passed by, easily blocking all their attacks. It was painless, not painful, and even left unsatisfied.
"What's going on? You don't need to be so gentle when you tickle Mr. Zhu. Those who don't know think I can't afford the money. Take it and add two more hours!" Tie Zhu was murderous and threw out a large handful of ghosts. The coin hit the two of them in the face, making them unable to hold back their anger.
"What, you're not convinced? Keep going, Master Zhu, if I say "I'm happy," you will win."
Tie Zhu was also a talkative person, and would chatter non-stop whenever he got the chance. For this purpose, he had specially learned the languages of various countries, which came in handy at this time. He surrounded the two extraordinary people like flies, constantly talking. provocative.
The key point is that no matter how the opponent moves, he can't get rid of it. The speed of this black dragon is too ridiculous.
I can't fight, I can't run, I can't run.
There are two rivals watching eagerly from the side.
These two great monks, who had just grown up from ordinary people, felt a sense of desolation at the end of their rope.
"Damn it, hurry up, call for the holy object!"
"Yes, perish with these people!"
They simply don't want to come to this step, because the artifacts on their bodies have told them that once the holy object falls from the sky, it means that blood will flow into a river, and thousands of creatures will die as a result, including the caller himself.
