Batong River has become a ruin, and many bodies of people are lying in the ruins.
The rows of houses on both sides of the river have collapsed, and the roads extending in all directions are also torn apart and filled with smoke and dust.
Astrology Qi Zheng's condition was very bad. The loose Qi Zheng robe was in tatters and was no different from the beggar's clothes on the roadside. The blood seeping from the wounds stuck to the clothes and it made breathing painful.
His face was pale, and there was a trace of regret in his eyes.
If he hadn't been limited by his old confusion, the students and soldiers who followed him to suppress the corpse disaster would not have suffered such heavy casualties.
Of the thirty students brought out by Ji Palace, there are not many left.
The patrol battalion assigned him three teams of men, and almost all of them were dead.
Those soldiers stood in front of him like ants, their whole bodies trembling with fear, but they still rushed towards the gentleman without hesitation, and were penetrated by Qing Cang.
The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost.
I didn't expect that he could use a corpse so skillfully.
Astrology Qizheng gave a wry smile, thinking that it was no wonder that the other three guys were here. After all, no matter how you looked at them, they were all gentlemen.
Just as he was preparing to face death, he suddenly heard a violent roar behind him.
A golden dragon roared past him.
When I looked carefully, I realized that it was not a dragon, but a gun.
Overlord gun.
Before he could react, a golden figure passed by him, his palm hit the butt of the Overlord gun, and stabbed Mr. Jianjia against the Overlord gun.
"No!" Astrology Qizheng shouted.
Feng Changkong has never broken through to the Void Dao. Even if he uses Invincible Selflessness and Last Stand at the first opportunity, he still cannot defeat Mr. Jianjia.
But what Overlord pays attention to is to move forward without hesitation. How could Feng Changkong choose to stop just because of the two words "Qi Zheng" in the astrology.
The golden dragon crossed the Batong River, pierced Mr. Jianjia's body, and then nailed him to the ground on the other side of the river.
Feng Changkong looked down at Mr. Jianjia and said to Astrology Qizheng: "If Mr. Jianjia were alive and learned that you let him kill you because of past feelings, do you think he would let you go?"
Mr. Jianjia's eyes never wavered.
The seven policies of astrology are like being struck by lightning.
"I know you can't bear it, but your compassion is pouring dirty water on Mr. Jianjia's lifelong reputation and cutting a knife on the real Mr. Jianjia. After tonight, when the people of Batonghe mention Mr. Jianjia again, what do you think the tone will be like? ?”
"Mr. I love you forever..."
"That has nothing to do with the present, and it has nothing to do with the people whose average life span is no more than sixty years! They only know that because of Mr. Jianjia, their wives, children, husbands and parents died! They have no home and no livelihood!"
The seven political affairs of astrology are silent.
At this time, a profound aura came from Mr. Jianjia's body, and the Overlord Spear began to tremble rapidly, even Feng Changkong's hand trembled.
Feng Changkong frowned, raised his foot and stepped on Mr. Jianjia's chest.
Mr. Jianjia stretched out his hand to block Feng Changkong's sole, and then held it.
Feng Changkong pulled it out hard and found that he couldn't make an inch of it.
Thick reeds began to grow all around, and the reeds quickly turned into sharp thorns, and Feng Changkong was trapped in the center of the sharp thorns.
Even if he drives invincible and selfless, even if his star field has reached perfection, once these sharp thorns are stabbed, he will definitely die.
Feng Changkong turned his head and looked at Astrology Qizheng, thinking, are you dead?
He decided to do something.
There was a cloud of smoke rising from the field, and there was loud thunder in the sky.
Entering the Tao with thunder, this is his way.
The thunder became brighter and brighter, and the aura on his body became heavier and heavier.
Then he thought of Yanbei, the thousands of miles of yellow sand, the forty million people, the two sons he had not seen for a long time and the two grandsons he had never met.
The momentum of the climb stopped.
The dense breath disperses with the wind.
The thunder stopped suddenly.
The sharp thorn stabbed down suddenly, and then stopped half a foot away from Feng Changkong's body.
Feng Changkong breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was not afraid of death, it was better not to die.
He turned his head and looked at Astrologer Qizheng, who stretched out his hand, and a blue star array lighted up in front of his palm.
If he were not in the game, Feng Changkong would definitely be able to see that there is an identical star array pattern around his body.
"Disease!" Xingxing Qizheng shouted.
The sharp thorns gradually aged and turned into dust.
Mr. Jianjia frowned. Before he could do anything, his hands and feet were trapped by invisible chains. It was only then that he heard the voice of the Seventh Astrology.
"town!"
Feng Changkong thought, why don't you finish this earlier?
He pulled out the Overlord Gun, but his eyes were suddenly flashed by white light.
White light?
The sky is dark and full of smoke and dust. Where is the reflection?
He was a little confused, and then suddenly discovered the anomaly behind the Seven Policies of Astrology.
I don't know when, Xing Xing Qi Zheng was surrounded by Bai Lu. With his strength, he would have discovered it a long time ago, but for some reason he didn't resist.
Feng Changkong was very anxious, thinking that you are also one of the Qizheng after all, why are you acting like a fool?
Astrology Qizheng's expression was very indifferent, he just slowly held his palms and shouted softly: "Feng!"
As the words unfolded, the star array shrank to the point where it could just cover Mr. Jianjia, and disappeared in a flash of white light.
But the crisis of the Seven Astrological Governments has not yet been resolved.
The white dew is still there and does not stop when the performer disappears.
Feng Changkong didn't know the use of this method, but there must be a monster when something went wrong, and he didn't dare to act rashly.
"What should I do?" he asked.
"As expected of you sir, even if you lose your mind, you can still make the most correct judgment." Astrology Qizheng did not answer Feng Changkong's words, but just sighed.
He looked vaguely pleased.
Feng Changkong cursed secretly and planned to take action.
"Don't move, Bailu will explode." Xingxing Qizheng said softly.
Feng Changkong frowned, "What should we do?"
Astrology Qizheng remained silent, "Do you know how your husband died?"
Feng Changkong thought to himself: How can I care about such ancient things? Jian Jia's death may have been hundreds of years ago!
Astrology Qizheng sighed: "When the demon clan went south for the second time, Mr. used this move to seal the thirty-third demon general. Even the third demon general took action, but he could not be rescued. Later, to vent his anger, the third demon general Will kill sir.”
Feng Changkong said: "What should we do now?"
Astrology Qizheng said helplessly: "Even the great things in harmony can't do anything. Do you think I can think of a way?"
Feng Changkong looked at the white dew and asked seriously: "Is the explosion powerful?"
Astrology Qizheng replied: "Under the harmony of Tao, there is absolutely no life."
Feng Changkong said: "What if you don't touch him?"
Astrology Qizheng said: "Then when it completely evaporates, I will be sealed."
Feng Changkong frowned and said nothing.
"There is really no way I can survive." Astrology Qizheng said, "You should go elsewhere."
"You deserve it!" Feng Changkong commented unceremoniously: "You are stupid because of reading. I am talking about people like you."
"Respect teachers..."
"Don't tell me about respecting teachers! Is Mr. Jianjia's most respected thing his skin or his virtues and knowledge? You feel compassion for your skin, but you are the biggest person who deceives your teacher and destroys your ancestors!" Feng! Changkong continued: "But no matter how much you deserve it, you are still a great person in the Void Dao Realm. Wuyang City needs you now."
Astrology Qizheng's eyes moved slightly, and then he said helplessly: "Then let me try."
Having said that, the power of the star field reappeared.
Dots of starlight interspersed in the fine white mist.
The white mist gradually became thinner.
Feng Changkong thought that was the case.
Use the power of starlight to draw the white mist to free up the birth gate?
He didn't bother him. Since the Astrology Qizheng had found a way, he could only be anxious here, and there was no way it would disturb him.
He jumped into the air and galloped towards the city gate.
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