How much blood does one head have, which is comparable to the entire behemoth that the sun never sets?
At this point, there is an answer.
Under the gaze of countless people, blood flowed like a waterfall high in the atmosphere, flowing back thousands of meters from the sky.
The amount of blood was as large as the Yangtze River pouring back, penetrating 80,000 meters of the atmosphere, and slapping against the rolling and boiling Pacific Ocean.
It dyed large swaths of sea water red and caused countless fish and shrimps to compete for it.
The video on everyone's mobile phone was cut off at this moment, and it was fixed on the blood pillar connecting the sea and the sky like a sky pillar.
And An Qisheng, who stood 80,000 meters in the air and slashed through the air with his long sword.
Huhu~
The thin air waves at the high point of the atmosphere were flying. An Qisheng lowered his sword to his side, letting the giant snake pull the alien door like a meteorite through the air.
His eyes were focused on the ferocious snake head falling into the endless space.
The nightmare hydra is born with nine heads, but it does not really have nine heads, but nine lives!
At the last moment of his horizontal slash, Russell decisively cut off his head to survive and fell into the vast space.
"How long can a head survive in space?"
An Qisheng's eyes were dim.
He used Qi seeds to combine with the magnetic field of the stars, and to a certain extent he was already the master of the stars. Only by gathering the power of the stars into a sword could he cut off his head.
Even though Russell was crazy, he finally keenly realized that the way to survive was in space, a place beyond the reach of the magnetic field of the stars.
Phew~
As his mind turned, An Qisheng put away the King Quan Sword, which was still a bit eager to try.
Go away in the air.
The natural disasters caused by the Qichang riots in many places have not yet subsided, and will cause greater casualties in a short time.
it's over?
Looking at the blackened mobile phone screen, everyone was stunned. Under the ups and downs, countless people fell to the ground as if they were exhausted.
Some people cried with joy, some fainted with great sadness and joy, some shouted wildly, and the whole world was suddenly in chaos.
But the governments of various countries regretted it after being surprised. If they had known about such a trick, they would not have done the stupid thing of popping up a video to inform everyone.
Therefore, when the war ended, everyone was still immersed in shock, surprise, and enthusiasm. All countries were operating at high speed and began to clean up the previous mess.
Including, but not limited to, operational combat readiness, notifications for various shelters, and the remains of countless air defense equipment, flying swords, and missiles.
As well as the wreckage of fighter jets that were blown into the atmosphere and scattered everywhere, as well as nuclear bombs.
Especially nuclear bombs.
Because of the special envoys of nuclear bombs, they will not be easily detonated, but the nuclear bombs left outside are a big event that can make everyone's scalp numb.
If it falls into the hands of some terrorist organizations, the threat is self-evident.
Governments in various places also immediately launched emergency rescue and disaster relief operations.
The battle between the two in the atmosphere at an altitude of 80,000 meters caused changes in the celestial phenomena that have caused tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions in many places, and this was still under An Qisheng's control.
Otherwise, the two of them would really start fighting on the ground.
Xuanxing may be fine after the war, but humans will be dead.
An Qisheng did not pursue him. This was partly because the trapped beast was still fighting, and partly because of this.
Qizhong has only initially replaced the magnetic field of the stars. Although he can use it, he cannot fully control it. If he pursues it forcefully in space, it will most likely cause a chain reaction.
After many arrangements, many Western powers, including the Golden Eagle Kingdom, have simultaneously organized preparations to go to Daxuan.
Visit the leader of Daxuan,
And the man who cut through the air with one sword has made all individuals, forces, and even the country unable to ignore him - Mr. An.
...
There are few lights in Xingcheng in the early morning.
The streets were in chaos under the strong winds that were like a passing typhoon. The people of Xingcheng, who had never seen such a big storm, said they did not dare to go out at all.
"Qiqi he..."
Looking through the window at the city that looked like a little girl that had been crazily ravaged by a strong man in the early morning, An's mother was a little worried and a little incredulous.
Everyone hopes that their children will become dragons, but this...
"It should be fine..."
An Jianzhong hunched over to comfort his wife, with a hint of dreaminess on his rough face.
He never dreamed that in just five years, his son would go from a terminally ill patient who was issued critical illness notices by several major hospitals to a master who could fight the monster above the atmosphere.
He knew that An Qisheng had been searching for immortals, but even the legendary immortals were not so powerful, right?
The fight in the atmosphere tens of thousands of meters above the Pacific Ocean, and the strong winds set off almost destroyed Xing City thousands of miles away. What kind of terrifying power is this?
His son became a god?
Even though this was his own son, An Jianzhong couldn't accept it for a while.
Not to mention Mother An, who has never even left the province in her life.
Buzz~
At this time, the mobile phone rang on the table.
An Jianzhong frowned, picked up the phone, and as soon as he connected, the other end of the phone gasped loudly: "Old An, hurry up!"
"Old Jia, just tell me if you have anything to say. Why are you breathing so hard?"
An Jianzhong frowned.
He has been a law enforcer for decades, and of course he knows what kind of reaction his son's incident will cause. He is afraid that his family, seven aunts and eight aunts have already been thoroughly investigated.
"Get ready, many big bosses from the top are coming to Xingcheng, and they all want to see you? With our Secretary Li taking them, I'm afraid they will arrive at dawn!"
The other end of the phone spoke in a lowered voice.
"Secretary Li will lead the way?"
Anjian Center was shocked.
Only then did he realize that his expectations were still too low. What kind of boss could Secretary Li lead the way here before dawn?
"People from Xuanjing!"
The head of Anjian Center immediately reported and responded in a deep voice: "I will go to greet you right away."
"Don't!"
The voice on the other end of the phone almost got stuck, and then he took a breath and said, "If you go out to greet them, wouldn't you betray me? Besides, they are visiting you, what are you welcoming?"
hang up the phone.
An Jianzhong was still in a daze. He could vaguely guess that his salary would be raised by another level.
The reason why I say again is because his salary has been raised several levels.
But this is not because of his own ability, but because of his son...
...
A base in the northwest.
Bai Hu and Xu Hongyun walked into the hall in a daze.
The hall was empty, there was no one, only the rustling sound of some instruments. Bai Hu looked around, expressionless, and two lines of hot tears silently fell down his cheeks:
"Brothers, I'm back, I'm back..."
Qinglong is dead,
The blue bird is dead,
Wang Zhixuan is dead,
Jiang Shili is dead,
The prisoner cow is dead,
Yaju is dead.
Chu Fan is dead,
Feng Mingtao is dead...
Of the former seven top executives of the Special Affairs Bureau, he was the only one left, and among the dozens of masters of the Special Affairs Bureau who were above the level of strength, only a few, including Xu Hongyun, were left.
Of all the people who launched a desperate charge in the Pacific, not one survived.
The out-of-control fighter planes fell from the atmosphere into the sea at supersonic speeds, hit the ground, and collided with each other. No one could survive.
Whether it is Chu Fan, Feng Mingtao, who has already learned the true teachings of royal power, or Qinglong, who has glimpsed God for the first time and is about to step into it.
Everyone is dead.
Only when he was away on a mission like this and had no time to rush back did he survive.
Endless sorrow filled his heart for a moment. For a moment, Bai Hu felt his mind was drained. He knelt on the ground, beat the cold ground with his fists, and neighed like a wild beast:
"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"
Xu Hongyun, a talkative old Taoist priest, also sat slumped on the ground, his face gloomy and extremely sad.
It has been nearly twenty years since he joined the Special Affairs Bureau, and the friendship between them is so deep that it is impossible not to feel sad and sad.
Bang~
Bang bang~
The white tiger thumped the ground hard, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the shiny ground. The earth and rocks splashed, triggering a sharp alarm sound.
How much he wanted to hear Qinglong's rebuke, hear the prisoner cow's comfort, and hear the blue bird's ridicule...
But no.
All the members of the Special Affairs Bureau who arrived took off their hats and tied their hands, looking at Bai Hu who seemed to be going crazy with sad expressions.
"Baihu, Qinglong finally left you an email. Do you want to watch it?"
It wasn't until Bai Hu cried hoarsely that his whole body seemed to be dehydrated that Ying Long's voice sounded from the hall.
The artificial intelligence has no sad emotions, and its voice is the same as before, without any change.
"Qinglong left an email? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Xu Hongyun wiped his nose and stood up.
Crying has always been the best outlet. He hadn't cried like this in decades, and the depression in Xu Hongyun's heart suddenly dissipated a lot.
"According to the records in the database, people's sadness needs to be vented rather than suppressed. One hour is just right. If it's less, the venting won't be complete, and if it's too much, it'll be nerve-wracking."
Yinglong's voice didn't change much.
Bai Hu wiped his tears and stood up. His whole body seemed to have aged several years in an instant: "Transmit it to me."
Buzz~
In less than a second, a picture appeared in Bai Hu's retina.
That was among the fighters driven by Qinglong.
"You don't understand anything about the Special Affairs Bureau, and I don't need to say anything else."
Qinglong's voice rang in Baihu's heart: "I joined the army at the age of sixteen and joined the Special Affairs Bureau at the age of thirty-four. I have been worthy of my country in this life. The only person I am sorry for is my daughter.
She has lost her mother, and now, she has also lost her dispensable father..."
"She is very good at mathematics. She has won thirteen awards in various competitions, first place three times, second place six times, third place four times..."
This was the first time that Bai Hu heard the gentleness and a hint of nagging in Qinglong’s voice:
"We have known each other for twenty years. I want to ask you one last thing. Help me take care of my daughter. I have accumulated more than three million yuan over the years. You can take it and use it as a dowry for her when she gets married..."
In the end, Qinglong seemed to be chattering, and he didn't give any instructions on work, and he never left his daughter.
Bai Hu couldn't help but feel sour in his heart.
"Qinglong..."
Bai Hu sighed sadly.
There are many dreamers in the Special Bureau, and Yinglong has also mastered the most advanced technology and can monitor in real time and hypnotize all dreamers at the last moment.
Let them completely enter the dream of royal power.
But Qinglong is not a dreamer!
"Qinglong, maybe he's not dead."
At this time, Yinglong's voice sounded again.
"What?"
Xu Hongyun suddenly raised his head and looked at the flashing red light of the camera: "How could he not be dead?"
How can you survive when it hits the sea at supersonic speeds from an altitude of tens of thousands of meters?
In fact, the instrument used to monitor Qinglong's heart rate also stopped beating.
"You mean, the dream of kingship?"
It was Bai Hu, whose red eyes narrowed.
"Based on the comparison and analysis of many dreamers, Qinglong has all the conditions to become a dreamer. The reason why it has been delayed is not because Qinglong masters the most advanced hypnosis technique on Xuanxing..."
A lot of data flowed like a waterfall, and Yinglong concluded: "It's because he is a dreamless person."
"Dreamless?"
Bai Hu frowned.
After becoming a dreamer, like other dreamers, he read a lot of books about dreams and gained a lot of understanding about dreams.
Not everyone dreams.
What he knows is that there are two types, one is patients with mental illness, and the other is people with mental retardation.
There is naturally no problem with Qinglong's IQ.
That......
.......
Huhu~
An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the clouds and drifted with the current. He held the royal sword in his hand and caused the Qi field to surge like a tide, calming down the changes in celestial phenomena and geological disasters caused by the changes in the Qi field.
Destruction is always easier than the aftermath. Even An Qisheng could perceive the entire star energy field in a single thought, and that was until the sun was high in the Pacific Ocean.
Then he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes streaming down.
Under the clouds, there is a ferocious snake body that cannot be submerged by the Pacific Ocean, and a door to another dimension.
n.
